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[Jul. 12th, 2009|11:53 pm] |
Should really go to bed as I was up at five this morning to drive my parents to the airport. My parents have been semi-retired for years now and spend about a third of the year out of the country. Which my sister and I quite like because it means we can organise the house to our liking, when we were teenagers this just meant changing all the radio stations and plugging the playstation into the big telly. Now that we're a bit older the minute they leave the house we start wandering around with measuring tape and saying things like "I've never liked this wall, do you think it's load bearing?"
So, bed time, but a quick fic rec of awesome before I go: Endgame off the Board (Or, The Life and Times of Pieces Already Taken) by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) elliptic_eye post CoE Ianto meets Peri and Yrcanos. Obviously. Sheer evil genuis. |
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| Children of Earth - Day Three |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|11:08 pm] |
My mother, having a fit of pique at my father, turned to me and said, "At least I'm not a blood relation of his. Poor you," a beat, "At least I'm fairly sure you're related."
Ah, what passes for humour around here. We hope.
I forgot to watch Torchwood yesterday so I got two installments today. ( ILU Gwen ) |
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
My grandmother, who is ninety, has come to the incorrect but unshakable conclusion that I am involved in a polyamorous three-way relationship with my best friend and his wife.
What's really cool is that apparently as long as we're all happy she thinks it's marvellous.
It's almost enough to make me wish I fancied either of them. |
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|04:53 pm] |
The last little while has mainly been spent either lounging in the sunshine reading, or hiding indoors waiting till I won't frighten the children or horses reading. So, a list of all the books I've read in the last three months.
( April-June in books ) |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
I don't have any mirrors in my house so I've been measuring the progress of my bruises by the horrified looks on peoples faces when they see me. I made a little boy cry when I went out to buy rolls this morning. See, there's always a silver lining.
On the bright side today was lovely and sunny so I could wear enormous aviator sunglasses without looking like a complete tit.
Sadly can't drink coffee because of my split lip. If it's not any better by morning I'll let you know if it is indeed possible to drink espresso through a straw. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|01:07 am] |
It's one am on a monday morning and I'm sitting up pressing a bottle of gin wrapped in a tea-towel to my face. I bet none of you are doing the same?
This is because I did a header into the concrete and split open my cheek and my lip. Well done me. Luckily I was on a belated birthday night out with my sister the medical expert, who was able to tell me that spitting up blood was not a symptom of immanent death as I suspected it was.
Before my injuring myself there was pizza with poached egg (really), drinking, more drinking, guitar playing, dancing, and doing cartwheels in what is usually a private park. After I injured myself there was bleeding on the cobbles and singing I'm Going Slightly Mad drunkenly for the benefit of my neighbours.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to cuddle some gin as though my life depended on it. |
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| Damn |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:37 am] |
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I just saw an advert for a job I'd be perfect for. Unfortunately it's at the Student Loans Company, and I suspect applying for a job with them might give the game away that I'm not actually dead. |
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| Drive by rec |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|12:09 am] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) tardis_bigbang has gone live. It's very exciting, and should certainly keep me occupied for the next little while. If like me you're reading summaries for all the fantastic sounding fic and aren't quite sure where to start can I just recommend Echoes of Time Lost by selenay936 which I was lucky enough to get a look at a couple of weeks ago as a plot hole checker. It's a Ten 'n Donna adventure with absolutely cracking Donna characterisation. And bonus Wilf.
This reminds me that I really must get my Doctor Who/West Wing crossover tidied up and ready for posting. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2009|07:36 pm] |
Have spent the last few days temping as the night shift receptionist in a hotel in town. Nice and quiet, but there goes any chance of keeping a sensible sleeping schedule. Got in this morning just after eight and it was a glorious morning. So I did what I'd usually do on a sunny day after a ten hour shift, grabbed a book and a bottle of beer and made myself comfortable in the back garden. Completely forgetting that both my neighbours would have to walk past me having a relaxing wee drink on their way to work.
What with this and the singing of the audience participation version of Flower of Scotland at Stupid O'Clock in the morning after rugby games I really think they might have gotten the wrong idea about me. |
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| That's why we only work when we need the money |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
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I really must put more effort into getting a permanent job. Only working when you need the money is a great idea but I suspect that it is a poor long term plan to run your life based on some Franz Ferdinand lyrics. |
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| littlebang - help! |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|10:25 pm] |
Hello, kind people. I, er, I don't suppose anyone would like to read 17,000 words of Gwen/Morgana fic? Ideally within about a week.
It's already been betad, but I've been staring at this thing for ages and it's lost all meaning to me, so I'd really like a second pair of eyes to look it over and check it makes sense. |
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| A list of things |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
1. I ran into my former boss today in the line at Starbucks. I tried to look inconspicuous, but it's hard to lie low when you are wearing a lime green top and similarly coloured trainers. You know, when I was a teenager I used to be a goth, and thank god that phase is over but I'm not entirely sure when I became a person who voluntarily wears florescent green. Apparently I'm looking well, thinner. I told her that this was a side effect of not having any money for food. It's not, it's a side effect of no longer working on a building site and discovering that there are these crunchy green things called apples that you can have for breakfast instead of bacon rolls. I don't think she believed me anyway, possibly because at that point I was paying three quid for a latte.
2. I've started temping so I'm alright for cash at the moment. As it turns out I'm quite a good temp, this is because I'm fantastically enthusiastic and efficent for about two weeks, after that people start to get on my nerves and I get distracted by something shiny. I spent last week working in a used car dealer. Which meant I spent most of the week thinking up punchlines of the would you buy a used car from this woman variety. Good times.
3. People I haven't seen for years keep e-mailing me facebook invitations, it's almost as though they don't understand that I worked long and hard to lose touch with them in the first place. It's so hard to be a misanthrope these days.
4. I've been trying to read The Sacred Book of the Werewolf an urban fantasy novel set in Moscow for the last week, but I've had to give up on it. Everytime I started to think that it was clever and funny I'd hit a line like 'monstrous instrument of love' and have to go away and have a good giggle for three or four days. So now I'm rereading Hogfather, I always forget how awesome Susan, with her poker and her Look, is.
5. I got my remixredux09 assignment, and it's someone who's fic I've loved since I was a wee fandom newbie. So, awesome. Awesome and terrifying. Mainly terrifying, actually, now that come to think about it. I also got someone for who_remix whose fic makes me extremely yayful. So, yes, a lot of remixing in my immediate future. How do you write remixes again?
6. My writers block seems to be well and truly over. I'm doing a drabble meme, most of which are turning out about four hundred words, which is really in the ficlet area. Thus far I have written Morgana/Gwen, More Morgana/Gwen, Donna/Ace, Suzie Costello/Lucy Saxon, Kira/Dax and Romana/The Rani
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| Femslash a go go |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
Got my femslash09 assignment this morning and immediately went scurrying off to the sign up post going, 'Did I say I'd write that!?' And, well, it turns out that I did. Yes, there's one request that I can write, and it's a fandom I've never written in and am slightly intimidated by. Still I'm sure it it'll all be lovely in the end.
But because this is always an awesome ficathon. And because femslash, even tricksy femslash, is of the win I'm resurrecting this meme that I did this time last year. It's nice to have traditions.
Give me any f/f pairing and I will write you a drabble for it. |
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| Fic preview |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|03:20 am] |
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All this month thelittlebang are having previews of the fic that's been written. And I remember a couple of you saying that you were interested in the Gwen/Morgana fic I was writing for it, so to disabuse you of the notion that it might be any good at all I've posted a couple of snippets here. |
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| The only reason for drinking cider is that you can't put ice in beer |
[Jun. 4th, 2009|02:30 pm] |
I have voted, which is something I like to do from time to time, usually when there's an election on, otherwise it's just hanging around a primary school and people tend to think that's weird. Was momentarily shocked to see the BNP on the ballot. I knew they were standing, but, still... shame on you. It would be terribly undemocratic but I really think that there should be a camera above the booth and anytime someone votes BNP a trapdoor opens and deposits them into a pit of hungry panthers.
I haven't been around much for the last few days because Scotland has been experiencing its annual week of clement weather where we all drop everything and try to cram every possible sunny day activity into the space of a week. In my case this meant taking a pile of discworld books I wanted to reread and relocating to the pub beer garden.
I did have a vague idea about lounging in my own back garden and playing with the cat, but then I remembered that I haven't done any gardening in about five years and the triffids have taken over. So, the pub it was... Plus, I had a rather lovely seat in the shade, although obviously not as much in the shade as I thought as I have managed to get scarlet sunburn all down one arm and on one side of my cleavage. Attractive. |
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| You do not have swine flu. Nor do you have the ebola virus or lepracy. |
[May. 24th, 2009|10:14 pm] |
For many years I had a slightly strained relationship with my little sister. This was partly due to her refusing to forgive me for making her drink bleach when she was four, and partly because we grew up to be very different people. For example every day she runs in the park across the road (the only way I can imagine myself running in that park involves an elaborate series of events where a leopard has been released in the local area.)
Over the last few years we've been getting much closer and today there was a first in our relationship. She gave me a book to read, not just that, she went out specifically and bought me a book as a present.
Okay the book is Bad Science and is all about debunking medical myths. And, okay, she gave me this after my reaction to having a slight cold this week was to declare, jokingly, that I had swine flu. I haven't got to the chapter on public health scares yet, but currently the author is mocking that homeopathy silliness that I had to peddle when I had The Worst Job In The World at that health food shop, so I'm enjoying it. And if nothing else it's stopping me from obsessively googleing the symptoms of swine flu for half an hour.
In less hypochondriac news sign ups for femslash09 are open, and that's always an awesome ficathon which I shall be signing up for as soon as I've decided what to request as should you. |
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| Procrastination, la la la |
[May. 19th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
1. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tokien When I was a wee 'un my dad read me all three of them as bedtime stories. Other kids got Mr Men books, I got Frodo et al.
2. White Fang - Jack London This followed on from Tolkien on the bedtime story front. My dad, lovely though he is, is not a natural parent.
3. Black Beauty - Anna Sewell This was my mum trying to compensate for the general hobbitness of dads literary influence. I don'y know why, it was bloody traumatic. That bit where Beauty sees Ginger dead on the cart, I tear up just thinking about it. I'm nearly crying now>
4. Flowers for Algernon - Daniel Keyes I had to read this at school. Got to the end and went so, we're all doomed to stupidity, grand. I think I may have misunderstood it a bit.
5. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien I have a memory of being about seven and a teacher asking me what I was reading and saying this. She turned to me and told me that when I was much older I'd read tLotR and me turning round with my little seven year old smirk and going 'read it.'
6. Guards! Guards! - Terry Pratchett First of the discworld books I ever read. Oh, Sam. Oh, Carrot, Oh, Sybil. Oh, Tiny Horny Dragon.
7. The Mayor of Casterbridge - Thomas Hardy I lasted one term of English at uni before transferring to psychology. One term of nothing but Thomas bloody Hardy novels. They were all awful but this was the worst.
8. High Fidelity - Nick Hornby One of those books I don't even have to re-read anymore I can practically remember it word for word. It was especially comforting that year I worked in a record shop.
9. Be My Enemy - Christopher Brookmyre One of the first Brookmyre's I read, not the best but certainly the most memorable. Mainly because of the cannibalism and rope climbing with entrails.
10. A Caribbean Mystery - Agatha Christie As a teenager I had glandular fever and was off school for about six weeks with nothing to read but my mothers collection of Miss Marple mysteries.
11. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky Any book that took your four months to read will linger in the brain. Also, it was really good.
12. American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis The meme didn't specify that it had to be books I like. I fucking hated this, but it'll certainly stick with me it was so disgusting. And I'm the girl who likes the cannibalism entrails books.
13. 1984 - George Orwell Bit of a failure of imagination here.
14. Catch-22 - Joseph Heller And here. Although I still maintain the ending of this book is the best thing ever.
15. The Kraken Wakes - John Wyndham And so began my lifelong love of giant sea monsters. |
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