anonymousblueberry: Fili in Bag End with a plate in his hand, looking a little bit diva-ish (Fili is a plate throwing diva)
I am in this position where there is a job that I want being dangled in front of my face, but I'm scared to really want it, because every time I really want something, I don't get it.
I still love the uni, but it's getting to the point where everyone is crazy and there's so much bullshit going on that it's kind of awkward.
And the new job would be maybe cool, I don't know. I think a lot of it is that I do just really want out of the uni.

(life is currently crazy and annoying and all I want to do is the stuff that I don't have time to do, as usual)
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
Work got done (although I still need to email it), sleep was had, words were written of Yuletide (but I am still engaging in that terrible feeling of BEARS) and I have sort of started to win the war against the lurg.

I have also seen the Hobbit. Helen and I have squeed over it, I have had thinky thoughts over one of the most insignificant parts of it, and while it wasn't the film I necessarily wanted of the book, I enjoyed it. Mostly I took from it this - since when were Dwarves sexy? (I blame Richard Armitage).

I have a staff meeting from hell tomorrow, which is prefaced by a pre-meeting meeting because my department is made of drama-llamas of the highest fucking degree. If I could, I would go in armour, sadly, I don't think that would go down too well. Nor would weaponry.

I should be in bed, but my throat is annoying me and I want to finish my tea. I also failed at dinner today; I got pie filling out the freezer, bought pastry on my way home from the cinema and then found when I got home that the 'chiller cabinet' in the co-op is actually the freezer, and my pastry was rock solid. So I had cheesey chips. Which was not the tasty chicken and mushroom pasty and veg that I wanted.

Right, bed, for I need to get up early and read the stuff I should have read for the meeting and then go to the meeting and not maim anyone.

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: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
I really ought to be reviewing my source material for Yuletide (again, the first attempt lasted about 200 words before I hated it to death) or finishing work. Or cleaning. God, why is there always so much cleaning to do?

Instead I'm sitting here bemoaning how fucking cold it is. Because it is, and I hate the cold.

I have no idea what I'm doing for christmas this year. I was angling to stay with dad and Kay, but I've just found out that my step-sister and her other half will be there, and I'm not sure I'm interested any more (not because I don't want to see her, we just have nothing in common apart from the marriage of our parents, and I don't really want to have to put up with her and her other half being couply because I am bitter and single, or something). I was pondering inviting people over to mine, but again I'm not sure if I want to. Hibernating could be a plan, but, blah. Christmas is weird for me.

I'm quite sad that Sir Patrick Moore has died. We were talking about him in the office the other day, wondering what had happened to him.

Fannish stuff, because I am never sure what is a spoiler or not )

That's probably about it for now. I need to get on with work, and try and figure out if taking the potatoes out the fridge now will warm them up at all before I peel them (I hate peeling cold spuds). And possibly find a blanket, as it is bastardingly cold and I can feel my shoulder start to tense up weirdly again.

Oh, and I won NaNo this year. Go me :D
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.

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: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
I've just had the new timetable of students I'm (allegedly) supporting. Which include 6 hours at a campus that I physically can't get to in the time allotted, but which I've been told is only a penciling in and not to actually bother.
Half the module codes don't seem to exist on the system, and those that do are, um, thrilling. Lots of Human Resource Management and first year English. I have 2 continuing students, rather than the 3 I was expecting (whether that's down to one of them not carrying on, or if it's just a case of timetabling, I don't know) and one student who I know is going to be interesting.
The student I've had through freshers week has been nice, although it's been slightly awkward for various reasons. One more hour (possibly 2) tomorrow and then I won't see her again. Although her lecturer keeps wittering about her needing support all the time, but that's between her and the office, I don't know the ways of the timetabling.
I've also got a module that I am slightly worried is very practical work based, and it involves something I know nothing about.

Hmmm, today has been a sort of day off, and I've been stupidly productive. I've emptied the hoover, hoovered downstairs, organised the shoe pile, taken a load of stuff upstairs, made mushroom and ginger soup to freeze, walked to and from Morissons, taken stuff up to the charity shop after I finished clearing out my wardrobe, done 2 loads of laundry, 2 loads of washing up (and put both away), remembered both breakfast and lunch and I am pondering making brownies.
So yes, productivity win.

I also sort of destroyed another pair of jeans (wear on the inner thigh, which is how all my jeans die) which is a wee bit annoying as they were basically the only pair I had that fitted me. I need to lose weight, and in the mean time, find another pair of nice jeans.

What I haven't done much of recently is writing. I'm percolating ideas for NaNo, and I have one more adventure to write for PLARP this year, but everything else is a bit vague. I have ideas, but nothing very concrete.
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
I have encountered a student who is the spitting image of my ex in his first year of uni, and a guy who looks like a dude I flirted with at uni, and whose name is Dean (and if it helps as context, both he and the dude I had a thing for look very much like Jensen Ackles).

It was my first day back. It's freshers week. It is like some kind of really shit circus and no one knows what's going on. (and my standard timetable looks awful and I don't have any of my usual students and the new office bod doesn't know that you' can't get between campuses in the alleged 10 minutes between lectures).

I'm really tired, and I was going to go for a run, but all I want is chocolate and my blanket and couch.
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
Thats probably because my life is a crazed mix of exceedingly dull and hyper stressful at the moment. c'est la vie.

We're almost at the start of the larp season for me, so things are a bit extra mad right now, work is stupid because it's all essays and presentations and students having panic attacks and lacking any manners that they should have had beaten in to them at a young age. And the house stuff continues to progress. Dad was here tiling a little while ago, but kept breaking tiles so has gone home to be angry at himself (it worries me when I'm the more mature one).
Dave and I fled while he was doing this, stopping at the comic shop (the owner is currently away, so its safe to go in and buy trashy comics without being judged or irritated) and then Buddies for lunch, and I now feel fat. I walked home in the sun, and am now trying to do some work. Sadly the fact that the work is for someone who I don't really like is making my enthusiasm wander away.

Tomorrow is new couch day, which is far more exciting than it should be. Since I moved back in I've been using a beanbag and some pillows as living room furniture, which is about as good for my back as it sounds. But yesterday I went and bought a second hand sofa and chair, and dad is picking them up for me tomorrow after work! Woohoo! I will be able to relax without my spine hating me any more than it usually does, and more than one person will be able to sit comfortably in my lounge!

I really want to be writing at the moment, but work is sucking all the creative energy I have, and what little that is left is being used to write for the larp system (I already have 3 adventures to be written, and a ritual that needs to be finished fairly soon). Ugh.

The hilarity of the security guard at one of the campuses I work on who always accuses me of having fake ID continues. The plan this friday is to wear actual smart clothes and see if she still shouts at me (I usually wear jeans and a shirt, or jeans and a t-shirt, because my job calls for me to be comfortable, and presentable, and most of my smart shirts currently involve my boobs causing the buttons issues, and quite frankly, I wear clean, un-mangled jeans and non-offensive t-shirts and that should be fine. I've seen lecturers wear worse).

And now I'm going to go and actually finish this work, or there will probably be trouble, and then I'll get pissy with people I should really get pissy at. And once it's done, it's done and I can get on with writing and moving furniture about.
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Screw you NaNo 2011!)
I finished NaNo. I wrote nearly 11,000 words yesterday, and I have 50,000 words that are terrible and need a hideous amount of editing to make them good and fitting with the rest of the universe.

Thing is, now I'm not sure what to do with myself. I mean yes, I have work to do and books to read and whatnot, but I don't want to do any of those things. I have been writing all month. I have ideas for more writing. What do I do with them?

I'm having fairly serious work related stresses at the moment, which is wonderful and just what I needed.

The house is actually finally getting somewhere. I have a mostly plumbed in bathroom, the kitchen still needs to be done, and this weekend me and dad are going to start moving all the furniture and stuff out of the storage locker. Where exactly it's all going to go I'm not entirely sure, as there's still stuff everywhere in places where there should be furniture.

Captain America comes out over here on monday! That's going to be my "you finished NaNo and didn't completely suck" reward (it was going to be shoes, but then I hurt the car and had to pay the excess on that, so no shoes this month).

When I'm nowhere near the posting page, I can think of stuff to say, so of course when I am near it, I have nothing interesting to write. Oh well.

Shower and then laundry, since I have an unexpected morning off.
anonymousblueberry: John Sheppard leaning over with an arrow pointing to his arse captioned "female gaze" (Subject to the female gaze)
Sitting in the canteen, trying to work on my NaNo project and failing miserably. Turning the internet off might help. Or possibly just getting on with the blood thing might be a good idea. I've scribbled a few notes, but that's all I've managed this week.

So far, today has been a day of nothing to do. My first student didn't show up, so I sat and chatted to one of my co-workers for a bit, went and complained to the office about the no show student and then got lunch. God, my life is so thrilling.

Anyway, I suppose I should go back to writing. It's that thing that I allegedly do.
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
I'm cold, and while I know I ought to go over to the house and strip wallpaper, the idea is not in the slightest appealing to me. It's sort of one of those days. Actually, I think it might be one of those weeks.

Sunday evening dad sliced his wrist open when a plate smashed in the sink while he was washing up. Cue mad dash of him and Kay to the A&E at 11pm. Apparently bleeding profusely gets you seen far faster than being in untold amounts of pain. I'll have to remember that next time.
Monday morning, dad couldn't ride his motorbike because of the stitches, and I needed the car for work, so I had to go with him to work (oh god oh god his driving makes me have panic attacks) and then take the car home (oh god Brackmills, why must you suck so much) and then go to work (oh god, student, why don't you tell me that you're not turning up).
Yesterday was student being pissy, student not showing up (the same one, who did then text to say she was sorry she hadn't told me that she wouldn't be in), and then student being pissy and rude to the lecturer by doing research for another essay while he was trying to lead a discussion on Ezra Pound's poems. I mean, I have no great love for Pound, but she knows about manners, we've had discussions about them, and she has plenty of time to get her essays done without being quite so rude.
Today is a suprise day off due to student not being in, which makes up for the fact that tomorrow I have to go in, no doubt be stood up by a student, then cover a midwifery lecture for which I have had the disturbing content warning and "we can provide counselling afterwards" talk when I went to the office the other day. And then 3 hours of sitting doing nothing. Woo.

I'm getting a bit fed up of the way that lecturers are now basically telling students everything that needs to go into an essay, almost to the point of a paragraph by paragraph breakdown. In the first year, for the first couple of essays, maybe, to get them into the swing of things, but these are second years now, and if they don't know how to construct an essay and how to analyse a piece of text, then I think all hope might be lost. And it's not like the grading is really harsh, most always seemed to come out with at least a C- last year. It seems to be more the English department that does it, and that makes me feel even worse, as we never got that sort of help when I was at uni, and it feels like these people are going to come out with higher degrees, having done less work than me, which sucks.

The up side of today is that I have Panga the panda back. She is all shiny and without dents or a buckled wheel rim. And I now owe dad £250 and we have to have a 'talk' about money. I may be hiding upstairs later. I suspect a steep rise in rent is coming my way, or the announcement that I will be getting a housemate when I move back. Joy.

There are goldfinches on the feeder again, and I'm thinking I should go and get garlic bread for dinner and maybe forage for some lunch. And then there is to be an Iron Man watching session.
And maybe I will remember to do the tiny bit of work typing that has been sitting on the table all morning looking sad and pitiful.

And I should probably crack on with NaNo, as I've not written anything since saturday. oops.
anonymousblueberry: Apollo from the Authority bathed in sunlight (Here comes the sun)
Well, LJ is being a bitch, which is nice for it, and a pain in the arse for me who was trying to find something. Oh well.
I'm not doing Yuletide this year, I think. Last year was fun, in fact, all the years have been fun, but I'm not sure I've got the time to do it. Last Yuletide was the last time I wrote anything remotely fannish. I might see what fandoms get nominated, but it's doubtful.
Nano is going well. I'm on target, and for once, actually writing linearly, which is quite odd. I'm not sure that what I'm writing is really where I want the story to go, but it's going somewhere in a not terrible direction.

Work continues to be crazy. Most of the departments have had reading week this week, so I've not actually been in. I showed up yesterday for a student who didn't turn up (again) and then sit in a session notetaking when the group is working on assignments, so there wasn't actually anything for me to do. I read a lot of my book.
I also sat in on a cover session for music production on wednesday taught by tone of my old english teachers from college, which was weird.
It does mean that I haven't had to sit through any sessions with the stupid "Hitler was an anti-hero and wasn't that bad until he got into power" and "I don't know what 'interspersed' and 'puritanical' mean so I wouldn't bother reading it" girl. She annoys me no end. She's a smartarse who really isn't very smart. Thankfully though she's not someone I have to deal with, just tolerate in classes.

And I've just realised that the guy in the John West tuna adverts is Mr Cotton (without Mr Cottons parrot) from the Pirates of the Caribbean films. D'oh.

LARP season is over. This sunday is a ref meet, next sunday is a finish off adventure for the last even of the year which we sort of didn't finish properly.

I really don't like the new Gmail. It looks weird and it's slow as all hell to load.

I do have opinions on the whole Fifa not letting the english team wear poppies, and for once, I actually agreed with a football commentator on the radion, who made the point that this is the first time that the team have ever asked to wear poppies in international games, so it's obviously not that important to them.
I am going to mostly keep quiet though, since my opinions on these things lean towards the unpopular and unpatriotic, and they tend to land me in arguments (especially on Facebook, where I have an awful lot of overly patriotic idiots spouting an awful lot of racist shit an awful lot of the time).

And the news informs me that the African black rhino is officially extinct. That's really quite sad.

The house is finally taking shape. The bathroom and kitchen are painted, the floors are in, and the bathroom is being plumbed in on saturday (and possibly the kitchen, I'm not sure exactly the details on that). My bedroom is still only half stripped, but it's getting there, and soon I will be able to start moving my stuff back in. Which will be nice.

I should probably go and get ready for work. Joy.
anonymousblueberry: The Midnighter from The Authority grinning manically (Midnighter would like to offer you pain)
Life is crazy cakes right now. Not entirely bad crazy cakes, but still. Work is full of stupid people, I mean really, I wonder how some of these students actually managed to get onto the degree courses that they're on.
There's weird office politics going on, and the university continues to face cuts left right and centre.

I had a minor car accident the other day, which as led to a dent in my bump Ier and an awful lot of running around trying to get hold of insurance companies. I've finally got through to them after a botched call on monday, which they have no record of.

I spent this afternoon painting the bathroom. The house is slowly starting to look like it will be habitable soon. The bathroom floor goes in on saturday, the bathroom and oven go in next week some point, and then it's a case of starting to move stuff back in.
anonymousblueberry: John Sheppard leaning over with an arrow pointing to his arse captioned "female gaze" (Subject to the female gaze)
I keep trying to post, and then finding that I'm exhausted. Work is killing me due to timetabling fuckups and constant changes, having to drive in and then get a bus to and from the campus and then driving back.
Personal life is exhausting as well.
House shit is slowly getting donw, but I'm still stuck living with dad.

Curling up in a ball and crying is very tempting, but sadly not really an option.
anonymousblueberry: Jonas Sam and Teal'c all dressed well "dressed to impress" (SG1 are dressed to impress)
Term ends tomorrow. I have no idea what I'm going to do. This is the problem with term time work. *sigh*

My peonies are springing up in the garden. As is everything else. Seriously, I went out there this morning and I was savaged by a jaguar... actually it was a neighbouring cat that decided it had had enough fuss thank you very much. But the garden is just a tad over grown.

The bus driver insisted on checking my id card this afternoon. I realise I look like a student, I realise I look all of 20 at best, but really. That's perfectly old enough to work there, and why would anyone want to fake a staff id card? It doesn't do anything special.
And then he shouted at people for not giving up their seats for old people. (This is a bug bear of mine. If old person looks like they're having problems, I will give up my seat (providing my feet are working properly) but otherwise, they can damn well stand like the rest of us, and I object to the assumption that just because a person looks young and healthy that they are capable of standing on a bus, especially given the way the drivers round that route drive.)

My shower continues to be broken, despite dad swearing that he'd fixed it. I also managed to drive him to MK and not die in the process. I'm still not allowed the car on my own, but it's a start.

I'm watching Justified at the moment, and I am enjoying it muchly. And the music. I'm also sort of watching my way through Battlestar Galactica, but that's not going too well, as I hate most of the characters, and the first season just makes me want to stab them all in the face and save an awful lot of time.
anonymousblueberry: Jonas Sam and Teal'c all dressed well "dressed to impress" (SG1 are dressed to impress)
I just spent ten minutes reading a lecturers profile, and came out realising that I had NO idea what I'd just been reading. God was it badly written. I'm not even sure why I started reading it in the first place. No, wait, I was checking a reference for work.

Today I have been working and reading Marvel's Civil War. Yeah, I know, so behind the times. Half of it is boring the shit out of me, and then I lose where I was, and it just gets confusing. Meh.

I've also made pastry, and soon I will go and make filling for steak and mushroom pie. Omnomnom.

I'm hoping that this week is a bit busier than last week. My paycheck is otherwise going to be a little on the small side, and me and dad are discussing car insurance options at the moment.

Right. 3 more pages, and then pie.
anonymousblueberry: John Sheppard leaning over with an arrow pointing to his arse captioned "female gaze" (Subject to the female gaze)
I have student infected plague. I am NOT impressed, as it was impressed upon said student that coming in if she was that ill was a bad idea, and she'd be better off resting and getting better quicker. But no. She was adamant that she was coming in (when half the bloody course is out with colds and flu) and now I'm sick as a fucking dog, which means I risk passing it on to another of my students who is even more succeptible than me.
And unlike her, who has no financial responsibilities, I have to show up to work, or I don't get paid. And I have bills, and rent, and am trying to save for a car.

So yeah, now I can't breathe through one nostril, the other is running a marathon, my throat is gunked up and I'm losing my voice. I'm going to be awesome today.

Well, if I punch the creative writing lecturer, at least I can blame it on the medication.

Right now, I just want to curl up with my book under my blankie and not leave the house (although I'm out of milk, so that is out of my control).
I was even pleased with myself for managing to get out of bed to put the glass recycling out, and then as soon as I'd done that, I felt like I'd run a marathon and had to sit down. Not on body, not fucking on.

Anyway, back to (non-paid) work for an hour or so, before I trudge in to the uni.
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
I had a traumatic experience today at work (which involved TOO MANY PEOPLE in the library foyer courtesy of a job fair, and some whack job interrupting my chai to give me a victim blaming, slut shaming piece of religious bullshit) and then I felt ill for the rest of the day, courtesy of student inflicted plague.
So I came home and made white chocolate brownies, and then ate steak and chips and mushrooms and salad and felt marginally better.
Now I'm getting on with the pile of proof reading that I've been putting off for the last god knows how long that's due this weekend. Ho hum.

The book I am reading: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. It's not great, but it's interesting enough that I haven't thrown it against the wall, and it's well researched enough (in my opinion) that it's not a waste of time.
The book I am writing: I'm not sure anything I'm writing constitutes a book. A collection of short stories, or a RPG setting document, maybe, but that's about it.
The book I love most: Ack. I hate this question, because my answer changes so fucking frequently. Possibly Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep because that's one that I keep going back to, possibly The Fionavar Tapestry (which is three books but totally counts) or possibly the Olga da Polga books by Michael Bond.
The last book I received as a gift: I was going to say I Never Knew There Was a Word For It which I got for xmas, and keep flicking through, or The Pain Merchants which I also got for xmas (and had already read, but I'm quite fond of it), but then I remembered that Dave bought me Neon Court a few weeks ago, when he saw it on the shelves before it was actually due out.
The last book I gave as a gift: Salt: A World History to Dave for xmas. And some knitting books to one of his housemates for her birthday.
The nearest book on my desk: A Brief History of Life in the Middle Ages. Which isn't as interesting as it could be, but I tidied up recently, and actually put stuff away.

And that's quite enough of that. Back to work methinks.
anonymousblueberry: Icon of the Carrier on a blue backgorund (Default)
Not dead. Mostly. Work is eating up a lot of time, plus gaming, and gearing up for the LARP season again. Why does it always come around again so fast? This year has involved some very heated discussions, and some things that may go down like a sack of bricks. But hey. It's for the good of the club.

In other news Northampton's old age pensioners get in on the vigilante action. Little old lady (with a mean handbag swing) is currently being hailed as my town's hero after she beat up some jewelery store robbers. I'm fairly sure that store has been robbed more in the last year than really makes it worth existing. It always seems to have a window boarded up when I go past it.

Hmm, what else is happening? I'm trying to do this whole 'being a grown up' thing, with varying levels of success. I'm remembering to eat meals, and I'm mostly keeping on top of the washing up. But that's about it. The house looks like a tornado has gone through it, and most of my clean laundry is still sitting on one of the living room chairs because I keep forgetting to take it upstairs. And I have people coming over in a couple of weeks, and not much time to get it sorted by.

My Unknown Armies game is going well, apart from the player who seemed to ignore the whole "you will have encountered the occult at some point prior to the game start" and is acting like this is all completely new to her. It's irksome as it's making her really hard to integrate into the plot (she's also the only non-magical member of the party, the rest of them being Adepts or Avatars). Plot is finally starting to unwind, and they're putting things together, and next week, they're going to Newcastle. Either to find stuff out or get eaten. It depends.

Now, to get on with work, or to try and make some attempt at cleaning. And shifting furniture around...
... or to make tea.

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