| In Other News... |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|12:14 am] |
Though I really enjoyed last night's CZP pre-launch dinner and absolutely intended to come to tonight's launch, it just didn't happen. Usual shit, with a side-order of not-so-usual: Cal was nuts, I have to get up tomorrow at 6:00 AM, there were a crap-load of pre-op errands to run and my insides still feel like they're on fire after an entire day of similar pain and turmoil. I wouldn't have been great company, is what I'm saying--but it still sucks.
Next up: Sudbury! And surgery. |
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| Bullet Point Update |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|03:54 am] |
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1) I have a cold.Or at least a pre-cold... you know that horrible ick feeling you get before you're ill and the aching all over? Which is annoying because I don't actually feel ill (no runny nose, cough etc...).
2) I'm helping out automation next week :))
3) Due to (2) I have a huge amount of sprouts. On their stalk.
4) In a moment of madness I decided to do the 3 month Sky subscription trial on my Xbox. They have Cartoon Network, Boomerang, Nat. Geographic...
5) I am very seriously considering taking History A-level next year. I think I could afford to (rather annoyingly I'm not going to be eligible for any sort of financial help because I will be 24yr on application and I already have a level 3 qualification... which to be honest feels like someone going 'hah, you decided to train rather than learn - and now you're too old *raspberry*') it's just the 'do I want to be stuck with a load of 16yr olds' question.
6) I have spent far too much time at the cinema recently... |
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| Whacky, Little-Known Facts |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|09:42 pm] |
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...that some fans just never seem to get, or maybe never want to get, part eighty-five-hundredth:
Hey, did you know that there is often a LOT of temporal distance between shooting a TV pilot and starting to shoot a just-greenlit series? Truefax! This may explain why shows often seem to "fall off" after that wonderful pilot you all loved soooo much...because the cast, crew and even the PTB have sometimes had to cobble themselves back together on the sudden quick and dirty, and are struggling to find their feet/rhythm. In the intervening time, it's potentially possible that somebody (that lesbian P.O. on White Collar, for example) may have actually gotten another job, necessitating a change of actress--yes, that really might be it, as opposed to rotten producers somewhere going: "Why, there are far too many good lesbian person-of-color role models on TV as it is! Let us hasten to remove her girl-cooties from our manly-men show, ASAP!"
This same crazy fun-ness may also explain the syndrome in which you can almost always go, given any vaguely procedural setting, from: "Wow, that was...fun, and had potential" to "bwah?" to "buh-HOR-ing" to (occasionally) "Oh holy SHIT, this is the worst thing EVER" on a motherfuckin' dime, yo. See, for example: Fringe 1.02, Supernatural 1.02, Heroes 1.02, Buffy 1.02, X-Files 1.02, repeat repeat repeat.
Hell, some shows may take half an entire season to find their feet. Think back! Is it possible that this may (gasp!) have previously occurred even with stuff you like? The sainted Stargate: SG-1, perhaps? The sainted Farscape? It just might be so, might it not?!? And yet...given enough time...they still managed to salvage themselves.
Whacky, y'all. Whacky-dacky.
P.S.: Also true--no one owes you anything, ever, because you are not actually involved in the making of this product. Sorry.;) |
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| How It Starts |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|12:10 pm] |
...always, is with music. Which means:
A Rope of Thorns Playlist (Take One)
"Blackest Crow", Angi West
"Pharoah", Crooked Still
"Ash", Murder by Death
"I Was a Photograph (Blake’s Song)", Kasey Anderson
"Temazcal", Monsters of Folk
"Cross Bones Style", Cat Power
"Black River Killer", Blitzen Trapper
"The Bachelor", Patrick Wolf
"This Night", Black Lab
"Dust", Augustana
"Coo Coo", Janis Joplin
"The World is Falling", Mirah
"A Forest", Bat for Lashes
"Arma-Goddamn-Motherfuckin’-Geddon", Marilyn Manson
"Howl", Florence and the Machine
"Sin for a Sin", Miranda Lambert
"Noon as Dark as Midnight", Lucero
"From a Shell", Lisa Germano
"Until the Night is Over", Timber Timbre
"Story of Isaac", Suzanne Vega
"For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti", Sufjan Stevens
"Train to Jackson", Jeffrey Foucault
"Big Black Nothing", Connor Oberst & the Mystic Valley Band
"One More Cup of Coffee", Bob Dylan
"Poison Girl", Chris Whitley
"Undone in Sorrow", Crooked Still
"Horse Head Fiddle", 16 Horsepower
"Oh Death", John McCutcheon
"Damned to Hell", John Butler Trio
"The Desert is on Fire", Murder by Death
"I Still Love You, Judas", StillWater
"Sweet Religion", Imogen Heap
"Two Silver Trees", Calexico
"Tiger Mountain Peasant Song", Fleet Foxes
"Troubled Water", Cat Power
"Just the Right Bullets", Tom Waits
"Dirty Hands", Bear McCreary
"Sinister Grains", Anoushka Shankar
"Freedom Fighters (Choir)", Two Steps from Hell
"New Divide", Linkin Park
"Remember Me as a Time of Day", Explosions in the Sky
"Consecration 448t", Wovehand
"And Then You", Greg Laswell
Went back over the last couple of chapters of A Book of Tongues, too, trying to hammer out an accurate profile of where Chess is, exactly, at the end of that whole stagecoach-wreck. I'd vaguely thought about doing a time-jump, say a year in the future, so that we could emerge into a startlingly different world of cults and anti-cults, but...no, I think that'd risk losing momentum, and I need to capitalize on all Chess's immediate vengeance-bent energy, before cutting the legs out from beneath him and showing him how counterproductive it is. Like I said to sovay, a big part of this book has to be about Chess being forced to take responsibility for the fact that all he ever creates is collateral damage, deal with his various Bad Mommy/No Daddy issues, and damn well grow up--in and around the whole "saving the world as we know it" part, of course. As ever.
Also: It's official--Monday (not Tuesday), I go into the hospital. 11:30 AM. Which should be real fun, coming as it does immediately after a day-long trip to Sudbury and back, but fuck it, such is the kingdom. It's in motion, and by this time next week...
Etc.
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| I-Mop Day 12: The other kind of pr0n |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|12:22 am] |
This would be entirely worksafe if I hadn't just written the word 'porn' on it.
So, ah, I haven't really drawn anything properly today. Why? Because I have begun rebuilding my chronological tables for the Holmesverse, and somehow that trumps all other kinds of porn for me. I know, I know, it's dull as dishwater to most people but... try to think of it as a special database encompassing forty-five years worth of H/W! Er, I sort of drew a quick snuggly (or gropey if you wish) outline around the chronopr0n in tribute to that.
(before you go crazy trying to work out what case is on which bit of anatomy, don't worry, that's from the publication dates side of the table.)
( Read more... ) |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|09:38 am] |
I don't know if it's the darkness or frustration or the tiredness or the thoughts that you know you'll never tell anyone (except maybe under hypnosis or torture, but right now neither of those seem very likely), but sometimes you just don't feel that you could bother with anything, really.
But that doesn't matter because no matter what you feel like doesn't matter because work and other things need to be done, damn it.
And no, I won't say I'm sorry for feeling emo sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I'm apologizing for too many things, even if I shouldn't be doing that. Sometimes, you just need to post your feelings somewhere because otherwise they would just rot inside you for too long a time and make you feel miserable. I have the right to feel bad every now and then.
Whatever. To the shower now. |
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| she retorted upon me, and I on you... |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|07:11 am] |
Oh man, I was up until about three a.m. last night working on the computer (no, not pissing about, but actually working on it!) Finally got a bit of kip when I was woken by an almighty buzz. Turns out that Parcel Force had delivered a gift from New Babbage early in the morning, and Mum decided that if she had to be woken up at Too Bloody Early o'clock then so did I.
Oh well, I now have a giant poster of Watson. Ahem. Still not really conscious enough to unroll it though.
Back to reinstalling Windows updates then. *gnfff*
PS: You're lucky the title of this post wasn't 'My Mum got knocked up by Watson.'
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| Some Arts |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|10:34 pm] |
Hey everyone! I'm fairly new here - I only started reading the books/ watching the Granada series a few months ago. But I just finished some art I think you guys might like! Watson has become such a fun character to draw, so I had a good time with these. Also - I really like to draw requests, so if anyone has an idea they want to see in art form, just comment here ; ) So here they are!
( Behind the cut: Three doodles, two portraits, and a meme! ) |
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| Ranty post and Happy piggies |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|12:40 am] |
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1) I no longer think my co-worker Brian is a cock - cocks are useful and many people find them pleasurable. He is neither. Highlight this week (so far):
ME: I watched a documentary last night about how Spain is starting to examine it's past and maybe start exhuming grave sites, I was curious as to why Michael Portillo was presenting it --
BRIAN: Ah, well I'll tell you why this was --
ME: (ignoring Brian) because I didn't realise he was half-Spanish and his dad was one of the Republican fighters.
I know it must be incredibly boring you for you hear me complain about him but he really is an utter... I want to say 'cunt' but that has the same problem as 'cock'. He treats me and Gemma (head spot) like we're complete and utter morons, who don't know anything and need everything explaining. He's a misogynistic arsehole and I don't care, age is not an excuse. He said tonight that there was no 'fucking point' to the Olympics and when I said I saw the point as I really enjoyed watching the events I got a lecture! It's getting the point where I dread spending time in the box and I like my job.
2) Gemma (head spot) can't say 'post-apocalyptical' and I almost died of laughter when the closest she got was "post-a-cock-a-clit-ical". You just know I'm going to put that into a story... whether I can make it work for a Holmes story I'm not sure (would H&W discuss what would happen following the end of the world?) but I think I could work it into a Grey's Anatomy story. Ooh, or maybe Discworld!
3) Guinea pigs are weird. Here is a video of Merlyn (the brown one) popcorning for joy over fresh hay...
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| Headful O'Lint |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|01:16 pm] |
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| | "night of the lotus eaters", nick cave | ] |
That's what I feel like I have right now--things drift in and out, pinging vaguely, but not a lot sticks. Tonight is my last BodyCombat for at least three months; by this time next week, I'll be out of surgery and possibly even home already, probably feeling like I've been run over with a truck. And...I guess I don't really know how to feel, about any of it.
One "good" thing, certainly, is that I sure won't be in any sort of shape to rack up yet more expenses we can't actually afford, the way I've been doing thus far. Which is why I had to pay Steve/the house back $200.00 out of the absolute tail-end of my emergency savings, because when I get bored and/or scared I tend to grab stuff I don't need and pay for it with money we don't have. But then again, if Steve would just pay the damn bills when he says he'll pay them, there wouldn't have been any money in that account for me to spend recklessly on useless shit, now, would there? Etc.
Otherwise, I'm alternately trying to make my way a bit further through "History's Crust" and thinking about A Rope of Thorns, which has already changed distinctly since the last time I looked at it in any fine detail--as I knew it would, because stuff always does, alchemically, in the journey from sketch to realization. And yet. I worry I'm going to have to bring in lots of new characters. I worry I don't know exactly what to do with the old ones. I know where things "have to" go, but not exactly why. None of this is new, exactly, but it's definitely scarier than usual, because there's just a whole lot more riding on it.
So, yeah: Same old same old, plus Remembrance Day. How's by you?
Amended to add: And speaking of the latter...
STORY OF ISAAC--Leonard Cohen
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, 'I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told.'
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
'Just according to whose plan?'
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan. |
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| Drabble Clear Out |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|04:22 am] |
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Had a few things sitting around on the computer, decided to have a bit of a clear out. Incidentally, I'm open to requests.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Title: Commentary
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Erica Hahn, Meredith Grey
Synopsis: Takes place during 'Brave New World'. Erica has a plan.
( Commentary )
Title: Oblivious
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Erica Hahn/Callie Torres
Synopsis: Erica can be a little oblivious when it comes to Callie.
Authors Note: I don't care, jam is the stuff you spread on toast, jelly is something you eat with ice cream :P
( Oblivious )
Title: Paper Walls
Rating: PG-ish
Characters/Pairings: Erica Hahn/Callie Torres, Cristina Yang
Synopsis: Sometimes they get carried away.
( Paper Walls ) |
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