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November 14th, 2009
01:07 pm - Random stuff
-- 101 Muppets of Sesame Street. Words cannot encompass how cool that is.
-- I've been repeatedly checking my email today looking for my Yuletide assignment. My logical brain keeps pointing out that Yuletide is very, very big and it takes a while to assign everybody their things and I've got Gmail, for heaven's sake, so I don't have to keep refreshing. But my logical brain is ... uh, not very loud.
If I make whimpering noises while I wait, is that bad?
-- I have four more chapters of Heroine Addiction to finish, and I want to get them finished by tomorrow morning so I can go to see 2012 tomorrow. I'm at that point in the manuscript where I can see the finish line and it turns into a sprint to the end, where I tell myself I can fix stuff later and get all "FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE!" about the ending. Which sucks because, hell, that's how I fucked up the end of GPW.
Also, I'm anal-retentive about my first drafts to be seriously annoyed that the Staples here doesn't stock the report covers I like. I settled on a couple of flexible binders to put Heroine Addiction and GPW in and they're making me twitchy.
-- You know, agree or disagree with fandom's feelings on anything wanky, I have to admit discussions on Racefail and misogyny and whatnot make me think more about how people will look at my own writing when it gets out there. I spend a lot more time than I used to going, "Okay, that's going to start wank," and adjusting accordingly as I write. Which is a good thing, really.
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October 21st, 2009
08:44 am - Awww.
The web blockers are back up again at work. *pouts*
But hey, that's okay. I didn't get to finish what I meant to yesterday anyway, due to the fact that the migraine I was having yesterday made staring at the computer screen for more than a minute or so at a time hurt like hell, so that means my goal for today is to finish two chapters of Heroine Addiction before I go to bed tonight. And this time, I mean it. Hmph.
I still have no idea if I'll be working here next week. I asked my boss point-blank and she said she wasn't sure, but I'm not holding my breath. It IS only a temp job, after all, and it's not like I can't still file for unemployment, at least until the temp agency offers me another job. If they offer me a job. Is it wrong that I hope they don't so I can just stay home and focus on writing? Urgh, my life, I swear to GOD.
I'm not awake yet as far as I'm concerned. Intelligent conscious thoughts will be reported to you as they develop.
*nods off at the desk*
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October 16th, 2009
07:27 pm - I have learned three things since I came to work two and a half hours ago.
1. It's too loud in here right now to focus on writing even a little bit.
2. As such, I've devoted quite a bit of time to figuring out that currently my three favorite TV Tropes articles are for Crowning Moments of Awesome and Heartwarming and the entry for Brian Blessed.
3. I love you guys so much. *glomps you all*
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January 25th, 2009
11:03 pm - So!
I have watched the first episode of the shiny new Being Human.
( My thoughts ... )
Okay, back to the writing. If I can get one more chapter done tonight, I'll be thrilled, because that's only another three chapters and then I am done, done, DUNZO.
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08:48 pm - You guys. YOU GUYS.
Current word count for The Grand Prize Winner:
Day 25 of my ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) getyourwordsout pledge:
Chapters done:
I am so fucking close.
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01:41 pm - At random ...
-- The spn_j2_bigbang signups are ridiculous. If even half of us get our stories done, that's a couple hundred stories to read at least. DAMN.
-- I'm watching Titanic and I have no idea why. Not because I dislike it -- I love it in all of its glorious cheesiness, and they're up to the sinking so it's the good part, and I like seeing the ship more than the stupid romance anyway -- but I tuned in because the cable guide said it was the TV-movie version of Titanic that had George C. Scott as Captain Smith and Catherine Zeta-Jones as some random first class chick who has/had an affair with Peter Gallagher's eyebrows, and Tim Curry is a creepy steward who rapes a third-class passenger and keeps his smarm on for an impressive four hours worth of miniseries.
-- I can't find my tax paperwork from last year, so I have to call the IRS tomorrow to get some of it so I can finish e-filing. I hope I get to keep my return because I've already done all of the work except for the e-signing and it'll be my biggest return to date, but I have a feeling it might go straight towards my college loan in which case ... well, hell, as long as it takes me one step closer to being in less debt, that'll be nice. (Although I'd prefer to pay off my car and see if I can pick up a secondhand treadmill somewhere.)
-- Everybody's making icons of fandom characters wearing Aretha Franklin's inauguration hat with the big bow. I can't decide who I'd want to wear one in an icon. Hmm.
-- Rod Blagojevich is hilarious. Can we keep him? I mean, not as governor, obviously -- he's psychotic -- but can he just come on TV every once in a while and have a press conference where he, like, displays Anne Geddes photos of babies dressed like pea pods before comparing himself to Oliver Twist or three-legged puppies or whatever?
-- Today is a writing day. No, really. No, I'm serious. I'm totally writing stuff today. I'm letting myself finish watching the movie, but after that I'm going to get something done, I swear to God. I want to get at least two chapters done, although I'll be happy to just get one done or crack 100k finally. If I can do either of those I'm going to try to work on any of the other stories I've been putting off because I just want to get GPW done and out of the way. I'm worrying about it too damn.
Otis is helping by lying lengthwise against the side of my leg in such a way as there is no possible way I can get up and do anything else without waking him up and pissing him off. Gee, thanks, sweetie. *pets him*
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January 24th, 2009
07:22 pm - D'awwww.
Say what you will about President Obama (which never stops being fun to say). But never complain about this.
( Cut for size. )
That shared look right there?
I want that with someone.
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January 23rd, 2009
02:05 pm - OW OW OW.
So the dentist went into the root canal in the cracked tooth and drilled the hell out of it and topped it off and oh, man, it hurts. Okay, nowhere near as bad as it did before I went to him in the first place but it's been such a well-behaved tooth for the past couple of months that I forgot what it felt like for that side to be sore. Ouchies. *pouts*
As a present for having to go and get poked in the toofers, I went to Wal-Mart, got my hair cut a little in the back (I'm trying to grow it out again, so let's see how well that turns out, considering it's at hair-helmet stage), and went grocery shopping. You'd think I'd have learned not to go grocery shopping when my teeth hurt. I end up buying, like, twenty cans of soup. Heh.
Oh, and I have to work tonight but after that I'm laid off for another two weeks off. Again.
I need painkillers. *whimpers*
In less painful news, I've been updating the bookmarks on my new wee little netbook, which I can't believe I hadn't done yet. I keep thinking, "Oh, hey, this is perfect, I could totally get rid of my other laptop," but then I remember downloading music and shows and whatnot and ... nope, can't give up the grown-up laptop.
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January 22nd, 2009
03:56 pm - Oh, wow, that is WRONG.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button has the same screenwriter as Forrest Gump. Which explains a lot, really.
( Obviously to be avoided if you don't want to be spoiled for Benjamin Button. )
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I talked to unemployment about reopening my claim for this year and apparently all of that overtime paid off because my weekly payout for unemployment is about eighty bucks more than it was last year. \o/
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January 18th, 2009
05:10 pm - I'm supposed to be writing, damn it.
see more funny political pictures
I now have tags for the girls. God help me.
(I post this because just seeing the link for that news story about the anti-choice nurse who's getting sued for "accidentally" yanking out a patient's IUD is making my blood boil. So ... hey, look, our First Family is cute!)
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03:13 pm - Oh, Best Week Ever. That's not right. Hee.
BWE comments on the Luke/Noah sex:
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02:07 pm - Oh, for crying out loud.
I'm horribly tempted to do another T-shirt fic challenge.
*headsmack*
Also, I took a personal day today just because I could. So there. Hmph.
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January 17th, 2009
04:44 pm - I am having that kind of a day.
*taps friends list on shoulder*
*waits for all of you to turn around*
*gives you a great big squishy hug and a kiss on the cheek*
*skips off to go cause trouble somewhere else*
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02:57 pm - I'm a ramblin' chick.
Oh, sweet fucking tap-dancing Christ, I'm exhausted. Really ridiculously exhausted. My body completely forgot how to work a twelve-hour night shift, to the point where I was so tired this morning I nearly drove off the road. Faaaaabulous.
I'm trying not to think about the rumors I heard around the place last night. They haven't come true yet so I'm hoping these won't come true either. But basically what we're hearing now is that the main company wants to cut jobs and the local place is trying to keep as many people as possible until we get busy again by rotating the two-week layoffs. My aim right now is to resist the temptation to use my shiny new personal days at all, take the layoffs when I can, and hope they don't shut the plant down. God, this entire situation sucks on toast. Someone remind me to buy a Powerball ticket before I go to work. Maybe all of the bad luck I've had my entire life has accrued some sort of good-luck surplus in my name somewhere and I'll luck into $150 million. Hell, at this point I'd take $150.
I just saw a commercial for the Moonlight DVDs. Heh. All I think of when I see that is that chick who stole all that money from the Moonlight fans.
I need a haircut in the worst way. I'm trying to grow it out again but I really want to trim it up this time so it looks less like a rat's nest as it grows, and I can't afford to run to the salon every couple of months to neaten it up right now. Yuck. Oh, and I bought red hair dye a few weeks back and I still haven't done my hair again. Actually, I haven't done it in a long time, so most of the red's grown out. I think I'm putting it off until I get a trim. Yeah, that'll probably be sitting in my bathroom for a while.
Someone needs to keep me the hell away from the clothing section at Etsy. I am particularly not allowed to buy this no matter how happy it makes me just that it exists.
Also, writing! I should do some. I probably will not get any done today, thanks to the dryer debacle which I can't even recall right now if I told you guys. (Basically, boiled down -- my mom bought me my cousin's old dryer, she asked me to have my landlord take my old non-working dryer out, I ask the landlord, he says sure and asks when my dad wants his help, my mom says just to make sure it's out and my dad will install the other one later, my landlord says ... look, whatever, it doesn't matter, these people are friends, why am I the one playing phone tag aside from the fact that it's my apartment? BAH.) I could be working on the novel I have to finish or the stories I still have to work on, but instead I'm killing time until the landlord shows. On the plus side, I forgot how having so much time at work to let my mind wander lets me play creatively with new ideas. I have an idea for another story. It might not work out. I still have to carve out the details. But it's good. It's really good. There's a library and strong women who aren't skinny shopaholics or ripped asskickers and my usual hopeless addiction to urban fantasy. I like it bunches even now, at its barest bones. I seriously hope it'll polish up nice.
In other news, my mom's doing a fabulous job of keeping my goody bag away from me until I finish The Grand Prize Winner. I have a frightening suspicion that she might ask me to prove I finished, which ... eh, maybe not so much, it's my first draft, I don't feel comfortable being anywhere near it, much less letting anyone else look at it right now when it's a mess.
And here's Keith Olbermann, alternately depressing me and making me giddy that Tuesday's rapidly approaching:
( Eight years in eight minutes )
Good cheesy Lord, we're getting rid of that jackass. FINALLY. \o/
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January 16th, 2009
01:04 pm - I'm going to be so wasted on Tuesday.
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09:04 am - Wow.
Authorities are trying to find out who stuffed 70 dead Siamese cats into seven large trash bags and dumped them onto a road in suburban San Antonio.
Words cannot describe how much I didn't need to see THAT on the front page of Yahoo this morning. I need to hug my kitty, I think.
And you know, it just goes to show that my brain is totally fucked up, seriously, because as soon as I knew I'd have to work tonight all of a sudden I'm itchy to write and the words seem to be flowing easier. Oh, for fuck's sake.
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January 15th, 2009
06:01 pm - Yeeeeaaaaah ... no.
Oscar plays the guessing games
The gang at AMPAS has decided that what the Oscar ceremony needs is suspense. So their plan this year -- they're not announcing the presenters beforehand.
Now my first reactions are as follows:
1. Who gives a shit about the fucking presenters?! I never tuned in for them, have you?
2. The Oscars don't need suspense. They already have that. We don't know who the fucking winners are beforehand.
3. You know what I think the Oscars need? I think they need to get off their high horse about nominating comedy and animation. I think that while I don't think they should nominate more popular movies just 'cause, it would really be nice if they could find a way to put the nominees in wider release before the ceremony so people get a chance to see them and therefore have more involvement in the ceremony than they usually do when they've only seen a handful of the nominees. I think they need to fire Bruce Vilanch and get comedy writers who are actually funny. I think they need to start serving liquor to the nominees like the Golden Globes does. I think they need to trim the fat and cut out some of the dumb performances they throw in there that don't need to be there and the tacky bantering sessions the presenters go through. I think they need to stop being douchebags and playing people off the stage in the middle of acceptance speeches. I think they need more goddamn surprises when it comes to who'll win.
But what I think I need to do far less than any of these is not announce the fucking presenters.
... ahem.
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01:50 pm - Heeeeeeeeeee.
more music charts
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11:45 am - Random stuff
-- 7 Badass Animals Presidents Have Kept As Pets
-- I got up bright and early (okay, granted, the cat was going to wake me up anyway) to take the car to the mechanic to get the fanbelt replaced. The one thing that I'm grateful for is that it wasn't nearly as cold as it is in the Midwest so walking the three blocks back home wasn't so bad. (Thirty-five below? Dude, what the hell? That makes nine degrees feel like a freakin' heat wave.)
-- Heh. Rewatching the credits dance in Slumdog Millionaire is hilarious, because Dev Patel is right -- he can't move his hips. Plus, he screws up a couple of times. Frieda's more in step with the rest of the dancers than he is. They're both cute, though, so they're forgiven. ;)
-- My apartment is nearly totally clean save for the laundry in my bedroom that needs to be put away. SUCCESS. \o/
-- Jess got laid off for this week, too, then got called back this morning and told to come in. She's one step above me on the seniority list. I want to think I won't get called into work this late in the day -- they assume they need to give you time to sleep before you come in to work -- but it would be just my luck.
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