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| Thursday, January 8th, 2009 |
icarusancalion
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11:26p |
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copperbadge
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8:59a |
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8:33a |
I have FOUND the ninth post-it note!
This would sound more dramatic and interesting-fantasy-worlds if it weren't a post-it, but if it weren't a post-it then it would lose all of its charm. It was stuck to the back of the DVD player that's built into the side of my TV, and it is about Jack convincing the Doctor to watch porn. Thing of beauty!
I have also OVERSLEPT, which is sad considering I fell asleep at nine-fifteen last night, but obviously I needed the rest. Thankfully I'm conditioned to wake up around seven, even on days when I don't need to, so I managed to get out the door by seven-fifteen and still make it in on time. I'm sure the new playlist helped -- there's a bunch of Old Blind Dogs on there, and there's nothing to get you moving in the morning like The Battle O' Harlaw. Of fifty thousand hielan' men but fifty three gae'd hame, and out of all the lawlan' men, fifty marched with Graham.
With a diddy ay oh and a fal and a doe, indeed.
Having some issues with the iPhone and the new laptop, though; for some reason iTunes doesn't want to recognise video files anymore, so I can't put videos on my phone. And the new computer in general is internet-squirrelly; it will connect just fine, but then an hour or two later it'll drop the connection so hard that I have to restart to get it back. I think it's got to be some problem with the wireless software, the router works fine when I test it with the iPhone.
Also: this morning was looking at a Japanese import shop and took advantage of their "Translate to English" button. Fortunately for my own amusement, they use Google translator, which in the past has tried to tell me that "paste the forehead to the walls of the pan" is how the Danish make bacon. This time the best gem was "The Theory of Service" which is going to have to be a fanfic sooner or later. |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 | |
copperbadge
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8:48p |
It has gone beyond Cold As Balls out there. It's cold enough to freeze your Winnebago, guys.
(Gratuitous Muppets reference is gratuitous!)
We just watched epic amounts of Wheel with Bland and Blanda. Bland's actually not too bad at Wheel, apparently he used to watch it with his grandmother a lot.
And then I had to walk home and lost feeling in my fingers through my leather gloves. Thank christ for parkas and long underwear.
I got a very cheery note from the Super that he's fixing my bedroom window on Friday. I guess that means tomorrow night I have to peel off all the tape I was using as a draft-stopper. Properly sealed windows, for great yay! |
trollprincess
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7:59p |
Bwahahaha! This more than makes up for the LJ downtime: Supernatural (In My Pants) (NSFW) Oh, God, this icon is more appropriate for this rec than I thought it was when I picked it, now that I look at it. Heh. |
trollprincess
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7:07p |
HA! LiveJournal.com is currently unavailable due to emergency maintenance. Don't worry, this has nothing to do with our recent company layoffs! It's a technical problem, not a lack-of-personnel problem.
Thank you for your patience.
Two things:
1. I say again, what fucking patience? 2. Boy, that's some uncomfortably timed emergency maintenance, huh? Heh. |
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copperbadge
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2:55p |
What is Hetalia and why is fandomsecrets covered in it?Ahem. I am done with the phone interviews, thank god. On the other hand, I mapped out the Meatloaf Bakery and it's actually off Fullerton, not Belmont, quite a ways from the El stop. So I am not going to be paying them a visit anytime soon, most likely, and thus R is going to be disappointed when I do not show up with meatloaf for our Wheelfest tonight. But I will pick up some Byron's, 'cause I know what sandwich he always gets there. I can't actually get in touch with him, since his phone service has mysteriously vanished. Poor lad's feeling the pinch a little at the moment -- he's cancelling his cable tv soon, and thus we will no longer have pre-queued Wheel to watch. I'm getting a converter box for my DVR, however, so on the other hand I can set the DVR to record it each night, which is almost as good. A man's gotta have his Wheel fix, after all. I've been working on the self-publishing project on-and-off and I'm just about ready to do final prep for Other People Can Smell You -- tonight I need to make the cover and then begin the process of figuring out how to upload everything properly. I suspect that I find the prepwork so entertaining because seeing to tiny details sooths me. I've tweaked the page numbering four or five times, and spent an hour or two mucking with the formatting of the front matter. It should look pretty splendid when it's done, though. It's taught me a lot about the basics of using the new Word as well -- having to relearn the location of nearly everything, from scratch, is such a pain in the ass. I wouldn't mind the buttons if the menus were more intuitive, but some buttons show up in three different menus and some buttons are in menus that they shouldn't be in at all. Plus some menus only show up if you click other buttons, what the fuck. It's like a really boring video game. (Speaking of which, I am totally pwning the Temple of Time in Zelda. Who loves the ball and chain? SAM LOVES THE BALL AND CHAIN.) |
beccafran
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10:09a |
two good posts on signups penknife (a first-time smutty_claus participant this year, and a mod of fests herself) has a great discussion of fest signups here. Her discussion centers on what not to say in your signup. I pretty much agree with everything she says, but the one thing that I agree with MORE than anything else is this: Don't bash pairings, characters, or genres -- or, really, anything -- in your request. I am always amazed by how many people do not seem to realize that if they request "X/Y, slash, no kittens" they may wind up matched with a writer who also writes X/Z het kittenfic. Getting a request that reads "X/Y slash of course, no nasty het, and none of those disgusting kittens" isn't a fun way for that writer to start the ficathon.
If you don't want to see something in your story, just say so: "Please no het," "Please no kink," "Please don't focus on character Z," "Please don't pair X and Y." If you feel very strongly about an unusual squick, you may want to intensify your request enough so that your writer knows you mean it -- "Please do not include kittens in my story in any way, they are a major squick for me" -- but your request is not the place to go on an anti-kitten crusade. I'd add that if your moderator is a big fan of a particular character -- just for example, let's say Ginny Weasley -- it might not be wise to go ON and ON and ON about how much you hate Ginny and how awful and horrible she is. It might irritate your mod, and she might not be as gracious and accepting and generally wonderful as me. Another useful and interesting post about signups is this one, posted as an instruction to participants in the sshg_exchange on how to request artwork. It looks very useful, and I plan to use it (along with the input that I solicited from some SC artists) to formulate some instructions on requesting artwork for smutty_claus. |
trollprincess
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9:28a |
Bluuuuurgh. I didn't get any writing done yesterday because I spent most of the day so nauseated I could barely stand up. If I wasn't lying on the couch trying to sleep and failing miserably, I was in the bathroom throwing up everything that wasn't nailed down. And then I slept thirteen hours straight last night, and probably would have slept longer if it weren't for Otis's habit of waking me up at around 7:45 every morning. Ick. Also, I continue to hate the trailer for Bride Wars with the passion of a thousand suns, and sincerely wish the networks would stop playing it already as if they're trying to make me like these two idiots who apparently never learned the definition of the word "compromise." Sheesh. Here, have some Cracked lists. They make every day brighter. 6 Classic Movies (That Narrowly Avoided Disaster)5 Celebrity Wikipedia Entries They Clearly Wrote Themselves7 Classic Disney Movies That Taught Us Terrible Lessons |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 | |
copperbadge
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10:07p |
So I was going to watch League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and instead I wrote a space operetta. Uh. Oops? Title: I Were The HeavensFandom: Torchwood Rating: PG for language Summary: A sixteen-year-old boy from Boeshane is going to win the war. The Time Agency has a vested interest in children like him -- and so does the Admiral of the Fleet. |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 |
painless_j
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3:07a |
Quick rec: Marauders’ Era on LJ Sort of meta, very, very funny! Not quoting because it's a tiny thing but go look, it's so worth it! Marauders’ Era on LJ, by Regan V. |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 | |
copperbadge
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5:42p |
So, I did not get meatloaf. It was a very icy snowy evening, and I decided coming directly home would be more intelligent. I had something else to post about, but hell if I can remember what it was. Something to do with the interviews I spent all afternoon doing. Blah. In other news, I mentioned ter369 the other day; she was a friend and fellow-fan who died recently and is much missed. cluegirl and juliefortune noted that the twelfth is her birthday, and are going to hold a fic-fest in her honour. I will probably not participate -- I don't know, I don't really cope with death well and writing for Ter would make a bit too sad, I think. But I think people who do want to write should. If you'd like more info about Ter's Birthday Fic Party, or to participate, you can check out Clue's post. No rules, just fun, as Clue and Julie say. :) |
titti
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6:36p |
So today, I thought I had the day from hell today: 1. Lost $30 metrocard 2. Got a shitty schedule 3. Worked for 10 hours in the federal building with no access to internet 4. I couldn't RP I got home and find out that LJ might close, except not. I'll be here until LJ is, but in case you want to find me elsewhere Titti at IJ, Titti at JF, Titti at CJ and Titti at Inksome. I also have a MySpace, Facebook, and Vox, oh and one of those Twitter thingise, but they have never been used. Finally you can put all of your links at The DirectoriumThen I thought about things that happen the world: 1. People are dying in Gaza 2. I've seen about 10 people detained by immigration today, including one of my clients, a woman with 2 US children and a husband, because she had tried to enter in the US back in 1997. 3. People are losing their jobs Suddenly my problems don't seem so bad            !
to cordelia_v and for tomorrow, ridicu_liz
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4:14p |
Fic: Hemingway Is Dead | Ewan/Hayden Title: Hemingway Is Dead Summary: Sometimes he wonders if they even speak the same language, and sometimes he thinks he couldn’t care less, because Ewan is speaking, and that’s enough. Comments: I don't even know who to blame for this. Probably Hayden for having such an unbelievably sexy mouth. Or Ewan for being so ridicuously sexy. Or hackthis and ethrosdemon for writing such gorgeously addictive RPS. I hate you all. ( It takes Hayden days before he learns to call them motorbikes. ) |
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RPS: Sour, Yellow, and Equivalent to the Axiom of Choice | Hayden/Jake Title: Sour, Yellow, and Equivalent to the Axiom of Choice Summary: And that’s the whole problem, isn’t it? He’s here, with these loser University kids who, yeah, give him his privacy, but also are so boring and ugly that he can’t even use his celebrity status to get his dick sucked. It’s a fucking shame is what it is, and he blames Hayden entirely. Rating: Adultish Pairing: Hayden Christensen/Jake Gyllenhall, Hayden/Ewan Disclaimer: They own themselves. Alas. Comments: This is all chiromancy's fault for being a vile enabler. I'm going to hell for this one. No, really. It's not even good. It has no meaning. It's just me being really self-indulgent. But have you people seen the trailer for Proof??? OMG. ( He knows it’s getting bad when he sees Gwyneth turn the corner and decides to run away. ) |
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RPS: On following the Rules As They Are Clearly Indicated, or Why More People Should Read Freud Title: On Following the Rules As They Are Clearly Indicated, Or Why More People Should Read Freud Sumamry: So Jude is right, he’s always bloody right about these things, and Ewan is just going to have to face things head on instead of taking out his considerable frustration on innocent if highly insulting reporters. He’s going to have to talk to Hayden. Eventually. For now he’s fully committed to getting utterly smashed and making Jude carry him home. Pairings: Ewan/Hayden Rating Adultish Disclaimer: They own themselves. Comments: I blame emo_woman and danxsunday entirely. Stop enouraging me, damnit. This cannot end well. And for the record, I tried to make it smutty. It's not my fault Ewan wouldn't cooperate. I managed to wrangle a bit in there anyway. Ewan is grumpy. ( When Natalie hangs up her cell phone that day, she kind of sort of accidentally does so by throwing the thing against the wall of her trailer and smashing it in half. ) |
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Fic: Lessons in Sex Slavery the First: Be Careful What You Wish For (Hermione/Snape) Title: Lessons in Sex Slavery the First: Be Careful What You Wish For Pairing: Hermione/Snape Rating: Adult Summary: When it comes right down to it, being a sex slave really isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. Sure, there’s the fetching and carrying (preferably on hands and knees), the constant appearance of subservience and the endless number of blowjobs that leave her jaw tired and aching at night, but there are drawbacks to every job, right? And yeah, Snape can be a seriously sadistic bastard at times, but honestly it could be much worse. Hermione considers herself lucky.Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I sort of wish I did. Warnings: Bondage, slave!fic, extreme irreverence Comments: Written for the Fantasy Fest. lizardspots requested: Snape/Hermione, Voldie won; Hermione is Snape's slave; blind-fold and light bondage, please. I just want to say I'm really sorry about this. I tried to make it serious but, well, I fail. Thanks to petulantgod for the beta read. ( When it comes right down to it, being a sex slave really isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. ) |
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RPS: Double Standards and Inequality in the Film Industry, A Lesson | Jake Gyllenhaal/Hayden Title: Double Standards and Inequality in the Film Industry, A Lesson Rating: Adult Pairings: Jake Gyllenhaal/Hayden Christensen, Hayden/Ewan. Also featuring Peter Sarsgaard, Maggie Gyllenhaal, and Natalie Portman. Am I on drugs, you ask? Well, that would explain a lot. Summary: She doesn’t even know Jake Gyllenhaal, and it took her months to get Hayden to even fucking admit the whole thing he has for Ewan. She does not need another project, and seriously, she couldn’t give a shit if Maggie broke up with Peter and his cat lost all its fur. She couldn’t give a shit, honestly, she might even laugh at the bald cat—the cat and Peter, for making everyone gay, and really it’s all his fault anyway, so he should have to fix his own damned problems for once. Disclaimer: I don't think any of this is true. Although it'd be pretty awesome if it were. Comments: Er. I really have no excuse for this. I read the Rotten Tomatos reviews of Brokeback Mountain and it sort of sprung from there. ( Hayden is lonely and miserable and needs to get really wasted on somebody else's dime, which is the only reason he agrees to Natalie's ridiculous request that he teach Jake Gyllenhaal how to be gay. ) |
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Fic: The Death of a Soul, A Blowjob Beneath a Table, and the Rain of Toads that Followed | H/D Title: The Death of a Soul, A Blowjob Beneath a Table, and the Rain of Toads That Followed Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Harry/Draco; also featuring a Very Depressed and Tragic Snape, and a Somewhat Harried, Often Frustrated Remus Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his associates. That happy right belongs to JK Rowling, etc. Warnings: See title. Summary: Severus Snape was dying. Not in the way that one normally thinks of as dying, what with the failing of body and mind and so forth. He was barely fifty years old after all, and considering his genetic makeup (recent history notwithstanding, of course, and adjusting for his rather disgusting Muggle father whose blood would no doubt decrease his life span by no less than five years) Severus had at least another seventy-five years left to live. He was in his prime, really, but instead of being on his third glory-seeking wife and seventh trollopy mistress he was stuck inside this school, dying. Author's notes: Originally written for merry_smutmas as a gift for the lovely ishafel. This fic is on crack, and for that I am truly sorry. It's meant to be based on the film Magnolia and the last few lines are taken from that. Thanks to my beta, petulantgod who not only came up with the ending and really helped the entire fic not suck so much, but also made people think I'm British, w00t! Yet More Comments: And a big thanks to everyone over at merry_smutmas who read and reviewed. I got some wonderful comments and a very nice response there, despite the fact that this fic is totally on drugs. ( The Death of a Soul, A Blowjob Beneath a Table, and the Rain of Toads That Followed ) |
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RPS: The One in Which Peter Sarsgaard Makes Everyone Gay | Ewan/Hayden The One in Which Peter Sarsgaard Makes Everyone Gay (But Everyone's Gay for Ewan)RPS/RPF Ewan/Hayden, Peter/Everyone, Maggie Gyllenhaal Rating: R-ish( And the thing about Ewan is, he's not a big guy. He's just not. He's short, really, and for a dazed moment Peter wonders if they made him stand on a box during the entire filming of 'Moulin Rouge,' because Nicole Kidman is a fucking giant. So like, he's this short guy, not like Ryan Seacrest short, but at least two inches shorter than Peter, and it just doesn't even fucking matter. He acts like he fucking owns the place, like he's entitled to be there, waking Peter up and interrupting a perfectly good drug stupor and tempting the wrath of Maggie and sneering at Peter's underwear on the floor. He acts like he's entitled and Peter just goes along with it because like, okay. Seriously? Ewan is the one who makes people gay. He's making Peter gay right now. ) |
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