Can I make it?
Might be worth staying up for: Quadrantid meteor shower expected to dazzle
restless
Half a lifetime ago, I fell in love with New Orleans. The city reminded me of Old San Juan in some ways, so I could have attributed my reaction to homesickness but - there's just something about New Orleans that defies classification. It's not quite American and not exactly Colonial and not really European - it's just very much itself.
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.
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.
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I actually want to write this?! DX
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Pulp Fiction and Bioshock.
The story should use evil clones as a plot device!
Generated by the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator
The story should use evil clones as a plot device!
Generated by the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator
Recipe: Tortilla Espanola
I've been working on a way to get this one right for a while, so I'm putting it on the journal for safe-keeping:
Spanish Tortilla
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Handy vid - here
Spanish Tortilla
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Handy vid - here
all out of polite
I'm so very over every so-called "professional" writer spouting their thoughts on yaoi. Like every other mortal on the interwebs must, if you don't like it, scroll and kindly shut the fuck up... nobody asked you what you thought.
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pacifi_cant is so much win!
Right now, there is awesome meta going around... the fic and icon exchange preceeding it was dee-lightful!
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
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
Lest we forget
...my customary dose of contrary Springtime cynicism:
SPRING
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
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
SPRING
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
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Quizzzz
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.
Take The Fan Fiction Personality Test at OkCupid
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
(no subject)
Ok, so Adam Lambert accidentally my life and the rest of my (swiftly dwindling) goth brownie points... I don't even care, as long as I get awesome vocals; so that works out alright.
D/l below for the one singer I'd give up limbs to hear cover Sheila Chandra or/and Dead Can Dance!!
Get it.
D/l below for the one singer I'd give up limbs to hear cover Sheila Chandra or/and Dead Can Dance!!
Get it.
SPN - No real spoilers but...
... a song for those of you who watched that perfectly suits the new character in our midst.
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
Lyrics here.
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
Lyrics here.
of crashes and other sounds
A few months ago, my external HD crashed taking with it 839GB worth of music, comics and video. Ouch! What truly astounds and amazes me is that I've had catastrophic crashes more than once and somehow I've never worked out a back-up solution. S-M-R-T, that's me.
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.
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.
DW Codes
Thanks to the lovely ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lanning, I've set up shop at Dreamwidth. I got a paid account over there (same user name) so I will be using that as my main journal once I hunt down my flist.
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.
lanning, I've set up shop at Dreamwidth. I got a paid account over there (same user name) so I will be using that as my main journal once I hunt down my flist. 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.
Confession from she who formerly resided in Puerto Rico...
I don't drive; the walk from the train stop to my apartment building is all of 20mins under normal circumstances and no more than 45mins during a massive snowstorm (the kind that forces me to use my Docs as skis ;) so, all things considered, snow just doesn't have all that big an effect on my life-
- 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.
However...
I must go walkabout in the pretty, blinding white roads and pink skies.
Wheee, snow!
- 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.
However...
I must go walkabout in the pretty, blinding white roads and pink skies.
Wheee, snow!
news of my defection
It's been so long since I updated this thing that some people (not just you, Bob!) have been kind enough to let me know that it's ok that I'm blogging at some undisclosed location and not letting them know where...
Yeah.
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::
Yeah.
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::
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gacked from everywhere
According to The Big Read, the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books on their list.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ.
( list )
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ.
( list )
Personality
I had no idea I was this neurotic. I swear I used to be mellow!(ish)
My Personality
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?
My Personality
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| 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?
Am I Electric?
In the past two weeks I have:
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!!!!!
Seriously, WTF?
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.
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!!!!!
Seriously, WTF?
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.
thinking about time
I get asked a lot of questions when I see my Drs. Mostly because I utterly fail at volunteering information even when I've consented to the conversation but increasingly, I find, because I have no sense of time.
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.
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.