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Dec. 15th, 2012 08:35 pm
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
God I feel like shit. Bad night's sleep and a resurgence of plague that has had me wobbly all day.

I made it home and got the work I wanted to get done done, and I've watched an awful lot of Bubblegum Crisis and related media; the last disc of original BGC, Bubblegum Crash, which I haven't seen in years, and the original AD Police series, which I've never seen. I still have the new AD Police series to watch (but I need to plug my other DVD player in for that as my TV is the wrong region) BGC 2040 (which I have seen many times) and Parasite Dolls. It is good. Well, it's pleasant, although dear god the original ADP series is misogynistic. Very of its time, and not always in a good way.
I was also amused to see the bit that had me going "Tony Stark has a motoslave!" when I saw the Avengers in the summer (and there is a terrifying crossover prospect).

I am however now drowning in snot. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but I decided that I wanted icecream, and that never mixes well with colds.

I have actual words for my Yuletide fic. I'm not sure if they're good words, but that they exist is making me feel slightly better. Once again I appear to be doing an episode tag, but it fits with the request, and I'm not up to huge sprawling plots right now.

I also now have a steaming headache, so I think I'm going to go and hide in bed with the end of the book I'm currently reading (Glen Duncan's The Last Werewolf, which I'm still not sure if I'm enjoying, despite being 200 pages in) and a hot water bottle and hope that I can get some sleep and be human in some way tomorrow. I'm not holding out huge hope, but all I have planned for tomorrow is reading, writing and trying to remember to eat food (and hoping I don't have to leave the house for said food).

I have also apparently turned into someone who drinks Earl Grey. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I'm scared.

Woohoo!

Dec. 14th, 2012 02:18 pm
anonymousblueberry: Jonas Sam and Teal'c all dressed well "dressed to impress" (SG1 are dressed to impress)
Term is finally over. I have a staff meeting of joy on tuesday next week, but other than that I'm done until January 7th. I have 2 lectures of notes to type up, and then I can relax. Well, relax and panic over my Yuletide fic which is still in very flimsy note form.

I have a plan for the weekend which probably won't survive the hideous cold I have, but maybe writing it down will inspire me to stick to it.

Tonight I go and game the game of the wolfy. Our werewolf game, which is a farce at the best of times thanks to the makeup of our group IC - we have 2 werewolves, a Nuwisha, an Ananasi and a Bastet. We're hopefully about to gain another werewolf, but they're going to be a first time changer (and a first time gamer) and one of our wolves has been away for the last two sessions, so is currently err, probably trying to regain gnosis. Or sulking at his lack of technology.
I'll crash there tonight, and tomorrow will flee Bletchley without touching MK. Head home and get notes typed up for the last two lectures, and then maybe try and create something from nothing for Yuletide. I'd rather not default, but its been a few years since I've written anything fannish, and it apparently isn't just like riding a bike.
On sunday, which is dad's birthday, I will probably not see him, but my plan is to read Cold Days, which has been sat there waiting to be read for about 2 weeks, and I've just not had the time to just sit and read. Which sucks.
And then on monday I shall go and see The Hobbit. Which means I shall mostly also be avoiding the internet for the weekend. I've already had one hilarious text from Helen about it, something that she felt that she had to share, but other than that, I am unspoilered.

And now I am going to go and have a shower, in the vain attempt to batter some of the crud sitting in my lungs lose, and also wash my hair without having to dangle my head upside down. And then to MK. In the cold and the wet.

But I shall remain joyous, as term is fucking OVER.
anonymousblueberry: Jonas Sam and Teal'c all dressed well "dressed to impress" (SG1 are dressed to impress)
I... overslept and refused to get out of bed safe in the knowledge that the student I was supposed to support wasn't showing up first thing, but still, in the end, dragged myself to the bus stop so I would be in work, just on the off chance that the office told me to go anyway (they didn't, they called me in to swap my thursday sessions over this week, so I have to go to Moulton College). The bus was late, and full of people, and the university is full of people with too many germs.
I sat through 2 human resources lectures without killing myself with my pen, avoided the person who I made a social faux pas at at the weekend while photocopying shit hastily between lectures and then ran to an occupational psychology lecture in which I once again did not stab myself with a pen out of boredom.
I spent more time in the office, which was fun as ever, and then went back to more psychology (for some reason they seem to like putting me in psychology lectures... I hate psychology) and learned all about family conflicts in relation to evolutionary psychology. Then I fucked off home, only to remember that I hadn't got anything out the freezer for dinner.
The ready meal spinach and ricotta canelloni was not impressive. But it was food, and it meant I didn't have to leave the house again.

This evening I have watched a couple more episodes of Arrow, which is, yeah. I dunno. I think I'm actually enjoying it. I might even poke at the fandom for it. Maybe. Fandom terrifies me these days.
I typed up some notes, I poked tumblr, I bemoaned the lack of boyfriend fit jeans which no longer seem to exist anywhere for less that about £35, which sucks, as I refuse to pay that much for jeans when they're probably going to fall apart.
I really need to repaint my nails (they're really dark green at the moment, but they're really badly chipped and it's now annoying me) but I can't be arsed tonight.

I have a spot on the bridge of my nose right where my glasses sit and it is really starting to hurt.

I should probably go to bed. I'm nursing Toll the Hounds for as long as I can. 70 pages left to go. I could finish it tonight if I really tried, but I think I'd maybe like to sleep. It's been long enough since I read Gardens of the Moon that I really feel like I ought to start all over again. But I think I'll finish the series first, and then read other shit for a while. And then do that. (Oh god my to read pile is ridiculous at the moment)

And now bed. Where it is warm.

Also, I woke up with Elvis Costello's Veronica stuck in my head this morning, and I have no idea why, as it isn't on my iPod, and I haven't had the radio on in ages.

So, life

Nov. 18th, 2012 12:24 pm
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
The last few weeks have been a bit odd. Not always in a bad way, I've just not really had time for much, and my mind has been kind of wonky anyway. But I'm hoping things are now on the upswing.
Dave and I split up, which is nowhere near as terrible as people seem to think. It was mutual, and it's a bit weird, but it happens.
Work is hell at the moment.
The house is still a state, but it's getting there. I'm finally managing to get on top of keeping it tidy thanks to Unfuck Your Habitat, which is awesome. The bathroom is almost finished and we have stuff to start wallpapering and plastering my room and then repainting. It'll get there.
Money is tight, but it always is this time of year. It's one of the downfalls of not working over the summer.

The LARP season is over and we're onto system updates (new spells in, checking things are right in the manual, making sure characters are up to date, playing with some of the new setting stuff) and I'm actually itching for it to be next year already. Not just for PLARP, but for other bits and pieces.

I'm almost finished Toll the Hounds. I really haven't read as much as I would have liked this year. I set out with the goal of 60 books but have had to be sensible and cut that back to 50. I haven't been reading a lot of comics this year, which is possibly part of the reason the number is so low (I usually only read trades paperbacks, which totally count) and work is so manic that I barely have a lunch break to read in most days.
Work is doing a number on my back and shoulders and hand thanks to stupid chairs, a lack of tables in half the rooms I work in and the belief that I can sit and write for 4 hours straight (I put my foot down and refused to work more than 4 hours in a row, they weren't happy with me, but with the amount of typing I also have to do for work, I'm just waiting for the wrist and hand issues to start up).

I am doing NaNo this year, although I'm horribly behind. Mostly due to the lack of lunch breaks and the fact that I get in and it's all I can do to check e-mail, blogs and such and eat dinner before I pass out. The write ins at MK library have been godsends of a weekend, and when I do manage to write, the plot is churning out fairly easily. It's just finding the time.

Anyway, today is a beautiful crisp clear cold day, I had a nice lie in after staying up too late last night reading (and after stomping home from the train station because I made a social interaction fuck up (at least in my head, the other person quite possibly didn't even notice) which made me sulk, and my bag came undone halfway home and I didn't notice, but thankfully I didn't lose anything (although I thought I had lost Pygmy-Pygmy my tiny plushie dinosaur)) and now I'm pottering around the house tidying things up, doing odd bits of work typing and doing the odd bit of NaNo. I need to go and buy veg for dinner, and I might go for a walk later, but all in all, today is ok.

Blahh

Sep. 20th, 2012 04:36 pm
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
After the amazing awesome productivity of yesterday, today has basically been the day where loads of shit went wrong and I spent a lot of time grumpy. It was however to be expected, as today is a Thursday.

I could give you a huge long list of all the shit that has sucked, but instead, I shall leave you with a book meme, and then go read...

It's International Book Week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don't mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your post.

"Now she was Kimberly Ford only, or it seemed that way, and she felt daunted here on this ancient mound that yet gave the scent of sea wind here in the midst of Somerset."

(this book is one of the things that has been wrong today; I bought off GreenMetropolis, and the copy I bought had the right cover to match the other two of the series that I have. The one I got does not, and is not in as good condition as I was led to believe)
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
I keep seeing lots of people complaining about how Game of Thrones (TV or book, pick your poison) is OMG! so grimdark! And I just want to shake them by the collars and shout "you do not know grimdark until you have read Steven Erikson! And also they're better written!"
Because, um, yes, I have feelings about these things.

I'm still not sure which is more grimdark. I think Erikson may have the higher kill count (although I'm only counting named characters that last for more than half a book) but Martin, after the first book, seems to lack any joy in his world at all (I still haven't read Dance with Dragons, I'm trying to finish book 8 of the Malazan series, oh god character who I hate, WHY MUST YOU TALK SO MUCH?!)

Which is mostly to say I'm 450 pages into a book which has larger than normal pages, and I'm still only about a third of the way through, and I hate one of the main characters, and I know something awful is coming (because it's Erikson, and also because Dave and Caroline keep looking at me and asking me if I've got to something awful happening) and then I have two more books in the series and then I won't know what to do because it will be over. And to be fair, my reading list is ridiculously huge at the moment, but I think something in me might die when I don't have those characters to read about (although I need to reread them from the start, because I can't remember half of what happened in Gardens of the Moon, it was that long ago).

I'm fairly sure if you piled all my books to read up, it'd be a pile taller than me.

And now I'm going to bed, because tomorrow I have to go and find something suitable to wear to a wedding that might be sunny and might be hideous and cold because it's in Scotland.
anonymousblueberry: (Freya is broken)
made my bed about four hours ago, but I hate arguing with duvets and I had better things to do, and now I've just lost an hour to writing words that I mostly can't read because my hand writing is shit when I'm not trying hard enough and my head hurts like it has all evening, and I've been clenching my teeth, trying to keep the words back until I can get them on the page.

Fuck I hate days like this.

It's all loud music and bright sun and I can't keep anything inside because nothing's making sense right now. Want but don't want, and running towards things until I'm right at the boundary line and I realise that it's terrifying and I can't cope. I'm not an adult and I can't deal with it right now. I want to bury my head and just tell everyone to fuck off. I don't want their issues, I don't want mine. I want to be alone and live and just get on with it, but everyone has expectations and they're the worst things to have to deal with because I'm not entirely sure where the lines are.

I have more books than I have time to read right now (and I have a lot of time, when I'm not wasting it staring into space or reading crap on the internet) and so many things that need doing and I realise there there're things that I've said I'll do that I'm not sure I want to right now.

And my PC is still fucked. I really ought to get that sorted. I want to play with photoshop again.

Most of this is the coffee and the chocolate talking. Some of this is the massive piles of WTF that are going on at the moment. Hopefully sleep (when I've made the bed) will sort the two out and I'll be sane(r) tomorrow.
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
In which I read rather a lot.

2011 Books. 57 of them )

And that was everything I read last year. Quite a bit of YA fiction, mostly fantasy, and a bit of crime on the side. I started Reaper's Gale (book 7 of the Steven Erikson series) and didn't finish that until Jan 2nd 2012, and I started a non-fiction book that I have yet to finish because I can't find where I put it. What I didn't read was the new GRR Martin (I am rapidly failing to care, and only continuing because I have an OCD streak about finishing series) and the new Janny Wurts (I haven't had time as it came out right when I was reading other stuff, and I need to borrow it off someone).
I suspect that 2012 is going to be just as book heavy (at least I hope so) and if you're even remotely interested, I sort of review the stuff I read over at my GoodReads
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
I actually put socks on to eat dinner. This may not seem like a thing, but I HATE wearing socks (and shoes, but people look at me funny when I go out without shoes, and yes, I did end up walking round work without shoes on, but that was a dire circumstance and I really shouldn't repeat it). But mostly I wore socks because it was cold. I haven't had them on all day which has been great, but its suddenly gone really cold, and I was wandering about in the kitchen which has tiled floor, so, socks.
Blech.

Um, I had something else I was going to say. Fuck knows what.

So apparently there was Yuletide and fic and stuff? I don't know. I failed at having time this year, which made me sad, but I wasn't wandering around in a flail, so it's probably for the best (and given the events of december, I would have ended up defaulting anyway).

Why does Steven Erikson not like happy things to happen to his characters? I was all happy that characters I liked were doing stuff, and then I remembered that if they're doing stuff, it will probably not work out in the way that they were intending, and then they'll be maimed or miserable or dead. Or possibly dead and miserable. Or something.
I really should read the next GRRMartin at some point. I just sort of lack for interest or caring about the characters anymore (I may have made that complaint before).

I really need to stop forgetting about my glasses. They kind of make the whole 'seeing things' thing a lot easier.

Nope, I still have no idea what I was going to post about.

Tomorrow we have a house inspection, dad and I have to return work surfaces to Ikea and I need to find some new shirts, because I'm going through a phase of wanting to wear rugby shirts, but the only one I have tends to result in taking flack (its a very old Saints shirt) so I want some plain ones. And some new t-shirts. And jeans. I really need a whole new wardrobe but I lack for money and space at the moment. Oh well.
anonymousblueberry: Jonas Sam and Teal'c all dressed well "dressed to impress" (SG1 are dressed to impress)
I am bored. This is not unusual.
I am hungry. Also not unusual.
I would like someone to make me a cup of tea. Very common.
I need more space. A usual state of affairs.

I spent an excellent xmas weekend at Chez Dave & co, where there was carol singing (in Leighton Buzzard), a massive amount of food (cooked by me and Dave, including some excellent roast potatoes) and the usual amount of insanity that comes from that house.

I got some excellent presents, and everyone seemed pleased with what I got them, which is always a relief.

I'm trying to work out if my computer is making strange noises, or if I can hear the wooden wind chimes from down the garden. I'm not entirely sure which would be more disconcerting.

I have about a billion and one tabs open, I'm about a third of the way through the 7th Erikson book (nothing bad has happened yet, but the build up to bad things is certainly there) and today I got to meet my aunt's new puppy, who is adorable.

And I think on the grounds that my father is ignoring my psychic calls for tea (I tend to get ignored once I'm upstairs apart for when dinner is up or I need to be shouted at for some reason) I shall go and make myself some.