When it comes down to it, I think I'm my best self when I'm there. I love Boston but it encourages all of my worst anti-social attitudes - they're pretty much the standard of human behavior around here. New Orleans may bring out my worst habits, in some ways, but it also brings out my best self. I'm just more patient, more open, more willing to slow down to accommodate other people's pace when I'm there.
I'm, at the very least, planning to spend more time there and seriously considering a permanent move.
Bringing my teeny contribution over to my journal: I made some icons. These are still up for grabs:
shareable... if you want words on one of these, just let me know...
you know, my usual. XD
by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
O what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...
The True Fan
OOC is blasphemy, canon is everything.
Once you fall in love with a movie, book or TV series, you are loyal like an old dog. You take fanfiction quite serious and use it as a substitute after the canon ran out.
You are probably a walking dictionary of your favourite fandom and you are picky about what you write and read. The closer to the "real thing" fanfiction is, the more you like it.
You rather explore a character in all depth, see new sides and learn more about them than creating new characters or mix up the situations they are in.
I mostly agree with this result - even though my main fanfic focus is relationshippy, the stories I'm drawn to delve into the dynamics that are glossed over in the shows I love - which tend to run to sci-fi, fantasy, horror, procedural, ect. The shows tend to emphasize plot over character and I like to read fan works that bring the character aspects forward. Either that or completely flip the canon on its head - I love a good mindfuck. LOL
D/l below for the one singer I'd give up limbs to hear cover Sheila Chandra or/and Dead Can Dance!!
Known among my peeps at the 'Catholic Suicide Song' (I might elucidate later - when I'm not typing and trying to do my eyeliner at the same time- Club night! I could be dancing to this in an hour or so).
Wolfsheim - Once in a Lifetime
Copying the contents of the pod and re-ripping CDs has staved off panic. As long as I don't think about how many entire seasons of television I no longer have, I find that I can breathe. LOL
Oh, well... In the spirit of finding the silver lining, I'm trying to figure out where my music collection could use beefing up. If you had to pick the artists that you think no one should be without, who would they be? My essentials would be Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, The Clash and The Cure.
I've got icons again! More than 6!
I also have two codes free to a good home... comment with your email addy if you'd like one.
- which is probably why I love it so!!!
Whew! I feel better now. hehe
I may be sick of Winter by the time that April rolls around, but- the very first real snow of the season? Makes me ridiculously happy.
So, I offer my sympathies if this is inconveniencing you. Any attempt to drive or shovel or see past the end of your nose must suck right now.
I must go walkabout in the pretty, blinding white roads and pink skies.
I think I'll be updating this a bit more frequently from now on. I've had enough of radio silence anyway. It's weird; I go through these periods of actively disliking communication, when it feels like every word I say is some kind of forced confession, and even the most mundane details of my life feel like precious secrets to be kept unto the grave. I blame therapy. A little crazy, I know, but that's me.
I'll leave the fannish update for a later post but I will say that I have lost what little of my mind remained and signed up for NaNoWriMo - I'm thinking Criminal Minds fic. (Oh, god.)
P.S. No, I'm not blogging anywhere else. ::Scully-strength eye-roll::
|You are generally calm, although some situations can make you feel anxious or tense, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You tend to feel overwhelmed by, and therefore actively avoid, large crowds. You often need privacy and time for yourself. Generally you are not considered to be an emotional person, however you are aware of and in touch with your emotions. You do not enjoy confrontation, but you will stand up for yourself or push your point if you feel it is important, however you are not affected strongly by human suffering, priding yourself on making objective judgments based on reason. You are more concerned with truth and impartial justice than with mercy. You strive hard to achieve excellence. Your drive to be recognized as successful keeps you on track toward your lofty goals. You often have a strong sense of direction in life, but may sometimes be too single-minded and obsessed with your work.|
The best Buying Pet Gifts.
Speaking of which (sort of): A car stopped at the light below my apartment window yesterday blasting Living Colour's "Cult of Personality"... you know how sometimes you love something when you're twelve and when you hear or read or see it at thirty you wonder what the hell you were thinking? Apparently not that song. I'm going to see if I can hunt it down.
Also, Criminal Minds and Bones might be my favorite shows right now. But, where has the sci-fi gone?
1. encountered the blue screen of death in my computer at home
2. purchased a new computer
3. detested Vista with every fiber of my being
4. somehow (don't ask... I think the power of prayer might have been invoked! LOL) fixed the BSoD
5. returned the Vista-infested new machine
6. restored old machine only to watch my monitor die
7. purchased new (20" widescreen BEAUTIFUL!!!) monitor
8. encountered the BSoD at WORK!!!!!
Not that I don't appreciate all that new computer smell but I'm going to develop a complex if electronics continue to die around me.
On the bright side, I was, for once, adequately backed-up and have lost next to nothing in way of files. Plus, I had meant to wipe and re-format the hd on my baby the last time I tinkered with it (more memory & new video card) but was too lazy to do so- it is so speedy now!
OTOH, I shopped at Micro Center and now I have a powerful urge to build my own. I'm adept at cannibalizing parts but I've never put a system together from scratch.
Oh yeah, did I mention that Vista sucks? 'Cause it sucks.
In my brain, there is a dimly lit "back when" surrounding X or Y event that made some sort of impression and there's a "now" that comprises the 10 minutes surrounding whatever I'm currently doing.
Everything else is lost in a fog... I honestly have no recollection of most of my life. Give me a year, any year, and if nothing particularly wonderful or horrible took place, I will have no memory of it.
I've been in therapy for almost two years, and I've been asked a lot of questions, and still, what I can remember of my existence so far, comes to:
- My first memory ever at 18 months
- A few moments when I was five
- A sense of what my 13th year was like
- Another vague clue at 19 or 20
- The last three years or so... (nothing specific, but I have some details in that time frame)
I can, however, recite verbatim:
- every BtVS episode
- Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning
- some substantial chunks of the Bible
- a thousand song lyrics
... all without the slightest provocation. LOL
P.S. I'm wicked obsessed with the song currently in play, so go d/l!
( lyrics under here )
Metric has eaten my brain of late. Broken Social Scene and all related, actually. Maybe I should start telling time by what music was stuck in my head.