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Have mainlined first six MLP eps. So, so awesome. Huge babydyke!crush on Rainbow Dash: NOW EVEN MORE HUMONGOUS! Also: Pinky Pie, HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME? HOW? (Oh. Twilight Sparkle. Hello, sixteen-year old self. *facepalm*) Fuckit, I even love Rarity, who is the sort of character I normally can't stand, except: AWESOME! ("I cannot let such a crime against fabulosity stand." SO AWESOME!)
Okay, okay. Must tear self away from ponies and make dinner. BUT PONIES!!!!1! :D :D :D
So I've been casting about for somewhat productive things to do with my time, because there's only so much time one can spend on an application letter, and writing ... doesn't seem to be happening right now, blah. So I decided, instead, to poke around Open University for a bit, as I apparently qualify for a fee waiver, and applied for an ILA account, so we'll see what happens there.
I also started running -- technically speaking, I suppose that should be "I started running again," but considering I've not done any regular running since well before I moved to the UK, and I was (am, really) so horridly out of shape I'm having to ease myself into it much more than I did last time, ... yeah. On the bright side, I've just finished week two of this training plan, and so far, I've done the whole thing every time, without being badly out of breath (not bad for a smoker, I think), and with no soreness at all.
Unexpected side benefit, whether from the running or from the stretching before and after I don't know, but for the first time since I stupidly injured my hamstring when I was 16, I can touch my toes again! \o/
And on a completely different note, my mother had decided that since I'm turning 30 this year, she's taking me on holiday. To Lesbos. My mum is awesome. :D
Dear Edinburgh world: why is it so difficult to find the shoelaces I want, dammit? 160cm or up, flat, black. That's all I want! Stop trying to fob me off with shorter and/or round laces already! :(
Today in hair experiments: Princess Anne Braid (with the single braid twisted into a bun type thing). It actually doesn't look half bad, even in the back, and I only needed three bobby pins to secure it, but it does make me look weirdly more grown up and, I dunno, matronly. o_O Though that could be handy should I apply for a job where they want "mature" candidates. Hrm.
Discovery of the day: my local Domino's has a phone number ending in 666. It's the pizza of the Beast! Excellent! (Apparently, the Antichrist is cheesilicious. :D )
So I have a new gadget (the m105 to be precise). It's old, but I got it second-hand for a Euro when I was over in Belgium, and as an e-reader alone it would have already given me the money's worth, and then I discovered that I can, with just a few clicks, turn my worldbuilding wiki into navigatable ebook and take it with me to go write at Starbucks or something. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS MY GLEE! :D Between this and my recent discovery of how to make decent-looking maps in PhotoShop, my worldbuilding just got a shitload easier. \o/
(The really funny thing about all this tech geekery is that I surround myself with software and gadgets for the worldbuilding and, to some extent, the plotting, and then I go and use index cards for plot-tracking, and I write longhand with a fountain pen. I'm ... special. Yes.)
And speaking of geekery, I need a favour. I'm trying to import my LJ into a wordpress.com blog (so I can then export it from there -- I'm not moving to WP.com, don't worry :) ), but I have 6,000+ entries, more comments than I dare contemplate, and limited online time. If someone could do the import and leave it running until it's finished, I'd be eternally grateful. It wouldn't take up any bandwidth, it just needs to be running in a browser tab for a few hours, I think. *makes begging eyes at flist*
( Here, have some pictures. )
Um, hi everyone. I'm still alive, just busy with RL and things and whatnot. To make up for my absense, have some self-indulgence!
When Zombies Attack: A Commentary, with bonus cut scenes! (Posted to DW because it's too long for LJ.)
When Zombies Attack: A Dark Comedy In Three Acts (The original, just in case.)
So, where is the place to be for Hogmany this year, then?
So. Um. There I was, re-reading Cleo's Twilight recaps (CRAAAAAACK!) and I had an instance of Fridge Logic that might actually be an instance of Fridge Brilliance, and I am so not linking those because TV Tropes is the reason I'm (still) up at this hour anyway and --
What I was trying to say: Jacob went after Bella because he somehow semi-imprinted on The Egg That Would Some Day Be Renesmee, right? Except surely Nessie is made of both an egg and a sperm, so shouldn't he have also semi-imprinted on Edward? (Or, more hysterically accurately, on his balls?)
... I cannot possibly be the first person who's thought of this, people. Somebody reassure me that I'm not before I start writing fanfic, because that would require me to actually read the damn books, and no.
*waves at the internets* Quick update on the State of the Melle: visiting the family in Belgium, had a lovely 29th birthday on Sunday, and found out that I am actually, genuinly, related to an actual, genuine Saint, which is kinda awesome. :D
And yes, assorted pushy people, I'm working on fic. :p
Dear HP wiki: your assumptions that every female character in the HP books will take on her (future) husband's surname upon marriage is seriously starting to grate. Cut it the fuck out already. Also to be cut out posthaste: not distinguishing between book and movie canon a lot of the time. I should not have to dig through half a dozen pages to find, by accident, an offhand confirmation of what I'd known in the first place; namely, that it's never confirmed in the books if Draco's actually taken the Dark Mark.
Yeah, I've been doing rather stupid amounts of "research" and such for this damned fic, trying to see if my ideas fit in canon and all, and harvesting bits and pieces of canon for my own nefarious purposes. I think I can fit the story in with/around and/or extrapolate from canon, as long as I sort of handwave the epilogue away, and since that was the preferred reaction of fandom to the epilogue anyway, last I looked at it (which, admittedly, was something like three years ago, and even then briefly, but still), works out fine! \o//
(Really, I say "stupid", but it's HP, research is often expected and applauded. It's not like I spent hours of my life pondering which websites would survive if the internet went down in a big ball of zombie-fuelled flames. Or trying to get Google drunk enough to forget I ever asked it if one can carbon date a vampire. (... I was pondering a Firefly/Buffy crossover, shush.))
So here I am, tentatively dipping my toes back into HP fandom, and I stumble across this, which is awesome and hot and nggg, and best of all it's new (... since the last time I checked in on this fandom, that is) and not written by either me or one of the, like, three people I managed to bully into bribe convince to write it for me and BWEEEEEE!
Oh, HP fandom. Baby, if you wanted me to come back that badly, you should have said something sooner! <3!
Damned MoM!Lee story keeps trying to write itself in my head. Actually, no -- if it was writing itself, I'd go along with it, because at least that implies some sort of plot or at least a coherent narrative. What it does instead is throw random scenes at me and leave me to figure out how to fit together, and what the point of it all is. AUGH! *shakes bunny like a baby* PLOT ME DAMMIT!
Assorted thoughts and ramblings, in list form:
- So apparently, in an attempt to outlaw same-sex marriage, Texas appears to have accidentally outlawed marriage altogether. WHOOPS! Bwahahahahah!
- So hey, did you hear a Belgiasn is now President of the EU? \o/ I cannot quite articulate exactly how weird it's been to hear him described as this "great unknown", because ... it's Herman Van Rompuy. The man's an institution. o_o (Also amusing: hearing the various mispronunciations of his name on assorted newsprogrammes. English speakers and diphtongs do not mix, people. Hee!)
- This morning on the news: the LHC is back online, huzzah! \o/ I probably shouldn't have watched that before coffee, though, because my first thought was, "Huh, I wonder if anyone's yet done a (probably gay) porn called The Large Hardon Collider." *faceplant* (Someone really needs to get on that, though. It could be a whole line of porn aimed at geeks and nerds! With lots of sexy glasses!)
Finally heard back about my flat -- there was some certificate the landlord was waiting on from the Council, I think, which is why I've been in limbo for like three weeks, not knowing when I was going to be able to move in and thus unable to organise anything, augh -- and I'll be getting the keys on Monday, and moving in on Tuesday/Wednesdayish. \o/
(Is anyone with a car likely to be in the neighbourhood of the Royal Mile at any point between Monday and Wednesday, by any chance? I can shlep most of my stuff from the hostel to the flat (Milton Street), but I made the mistake of carrying my telly over from the Bridges, and that left me aching for days. I can get a cab for not much money, but if anyone's around anyway, I'd be most grateful for a lift for at least the telly. Thanks!)
*goes to flail at BT to get a damn phone line already without £100+ installation charge, because WTF?*
So what does it say about me that my initial reaction, after "ZOMG I HAVE ALL THIS STUFF TO DO!!1!" was "Oh, good, that means my chances of finishing NaNo will go up!" Because past experiences suggest I work better under pressure, you see. *facepalm* And speaking of NaNo ...
NaNo Wordcount: 16,724/50,000
New Daily Wordcount Goal: 3,025 words
I'm somewhat displeased that what should have been an excercise in fluffy self-indulgence suddenly for all Political! Intrigue! on me, but whatever. As long as the story tells me, in the end, what's going on, it's all good.
[ETA] Fixed invalid markup and daily wordcount. My competence, let me show you it! Also fixed some stuff in the chapters I just posted, sigh.[/ETA]
NaNo Wordcount: 10,885
Daily Wordcount Goal: 2,445
*brandishes pen* Onwards and upwards! I'm going to try and see if I can maybe get double that today, and possibly tomorrow. I have coffee, I can do this!
So today marks the 20th aniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. What this means for me is that I've been alternatively blubbering and feeling really old whenever I watch the news, which is usually three to four times a day, sigh.
I have a very vivid memory of watching the wall fall, live on the news. It wasn't the first time I became aware that the world was bigger than, like, my immediate family (that was Chernobyl, which I don't recall seeing on the news, but I do remember my mum and gran talking about the potential fallout), but it was the first time I felt actually connected to current events. It's also one of the few really vivid memories I have from before I was about ten -- I can still easily recall sitting crosslegged on the floor in front of the couch, watching the telly.
(I actually spent years convinced this had to be an inaccurate memory, because the wall fell around 10 PM, which was way past my bed time, surely? Except it was a Thursday, so I would've been up late to watch Dallas anyway, and my parents confirmed that they'd have let me stay up to watch something this historical if I wanted to.)And then I became a news junkie in the worst way for the next decade or so, until 9/11 somewhat overdosed me on it and the subsequent Bush shenanigans forced me to put myself on a restricted news diet for a while, sigh.
But to return to my orginal point: Yaye 20th anniversary of the fall of the Wall! Excuse me while I go be easily manipulated and blubber some more.
Dear Television Advertising,
Why was John Lydon trying to sell me butter last night? I mean, I'm not one to get all "OMG SELLOUT!", because whatever, but ... butter? What? My flabber is officially gasted, here, people. o_O
Also, what the shit is this? Are you serious?
Now I'm boggled and despairing for humanity. Thanks a lot, douchebags.
Going back to her NaNovel,
Melle
Title: When Zombies Attack: A Dark Comedy In Three Acts
Author: Sofie K Werkers
Fandom: ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.com/cinemassacre.com
Pairings: Many, both explicit and implied.
Warnings et. al.: Some death. Also, zombies!
Summary: The Mad Scientist community cordially invites you to attend the Zombie Apocalypse.
Date: 1 August 2009, 2 September 2009 - 24 September 2009
Wordcount: 20,150
Archive: Please ask.
Email: femgeek@gmail.com
Feedback: If you like this story, please let me know. If you don't, please let me know why not.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story; they belong to their creators/actors/whatever at thatguywiththeglasses.com and cinemassacre.com. Also, none of this actually happened (as should be obvious to you since I assume you’re not currently hiding from the slavering zombie hordes, and if you are, don’t you have better things to do than read fanfic?), and none of it is intended to be taken overly serious.
In other words, if you’re reading this and getting angry at the very concept of fanfic about internet personalities, just close the tab, move on, and repeat to yourself: "It’s just a story, I should really just relax."
Dedication: To Amy, for beta services and putting up with my flailing panic about this damn story.
Overture: Back To The Future
Act One: One Year Later ([ETA] Now with 100% less broken images! *facepalm*[/ETA])
Intermission: Strange Things Afoot At The Circle K
Act Two: Welcome To The Special Hell
Intermission: Do Not Feed After Midnight
Act Three: Don't Look Back
Epilogue: Round Up The Usual Suspects
