sheldrake

As follows:

1. I really loved last night's Doctor Who. ( :) )

2. I had a dream in which I was on a beach in Kent, and Ewan McGregor was a dashing, tricksy hanglider criminal, but then Simon Pegg swooped in in a helicopter and they had an exciting aerial dogfight, and Simon Pegg won, and arrested him with a plastic gun inscribed with the words 'Art Attack Academy II', and then it was all jokes, handcuffs and kissing.

3. I have been punished for spending money by dropping my monthly buss pass thingy in a shop somewhere. I'd just put £40 on it. This has made me unhappy. :(

4. There has been some interesting stuff on Making Light recently about this whole FanLib nonsense, and about fanfiction and legality. I should trot on over and have a look if that's your bag.

5. I have given up writing in order to spend more time attempting to remove limescale from my bathtub.

6. Behind with comments again. Sorry sorry sorry times a million, as per usual.

Sorry if I owe you comments or emails - too tired to type words that make sense.

Ok, for some reason I appear to be watching Maid in Manhattan. This film is so incredibly DUMB my eyes have actually spontaneously combusted, drilled themselves back into my head and are now in the process of growing out of my scalp like hair. They are attempting to roll themselves at the carpet.

See - no sense here.

I forgot -- I was going to apologise for the shameless way I begged you all to say happy birthday to me in my last post. Sorry about that!

Now, I will spoil the effect with some late-night bitchery (not directed at people on my flist, of course).

Dear people who are really good at graphics and icons but not so much with words: I do wish you would stop ruining your lovely images by adding cringeworthy and cliched bits of text. That is all.

Dear fic writers: when posting stuff for the web, I wish you would hit return twice between paragraphs and lines of dialogue. It's so much easier to read on a screen. Also, I find it helps if you read it through at least once before hitting 'post'. That is all.

Ah, communities...

NaNoWriMo -- I have written the grand total of 20 words. GO ME!!!

I have still not answered all the comments I meant to answer -- sorry, everyone. *smacks self in head*

I've got to go back to work tomorrow. I want more holiday! :(

I signed up for Yuletide. Um.

The Two Lines fic -- is going to go on forever, but at least it's going on. I think.

Inspired by some of the requests on Yuletide, I went searching and found, you know, one of them bad 'n' wrong fandom places (well, it was for me anyway) and am still trying to scrub myself clean.

dandywalker and I went to see The Divine Comedy last night and it was purely magic and wonderful and fab. :) And it made me very happy. (Apart from the two most annoying people in the world, who stood in front of us). And the support were the great Duke Special, who make very effective use of the cheese grater and whisk, and should be checked out most immediately.

I spent three hours looking for boots that would zip up over my calves. It made me want to cry. In the end I caved and bought ankle boots.

20 words... Oh, I do suck. Still, at least I know what it's going to be about now. It's the story of a cat who lives in a cage and plays the blues on his saxophone and tells creepy stories to his visitors.

...I can't help but think: you know what? It's true. I AM a top class eBayer, and I SHOULD be 100% recommended.

Bit of a rubbish Livejournaller, though. Sorry I've not answered comments, ONCE AGAIN. I've been... very tired? I'm working on it, honest. It's just that it gets to that stage where you look at the comments and you think, no one's going to even remember they made this comment. And then you feel silly.

Seriously, though, I have been very tired. At one point, I was so tired I thought I was certainly seriously ill and would probably die soon. Turned out though, I was just tired.

But! Look what's back! Yes, it's the TWO LINES FIC CHALLENGE!!!! OOH! I did this in 2003 and it was fun, and since I've rediscovered my unbounded love for the fic challenge, I done signed up again. You should too -- it be multifandom, you know. I might write Tony/Gordon fic, what do you think? All this drama has whipped me into quite a frenzy, I can tell you!

Also. I am reading Sarah Waters' The Night Watch and it's fantastic! I actually rather wish I could put it down, because it's quite heavy. But I can't.

And I got House from Screen Select, and am enjoying it rather a lot. I find it very soothing. Every episode has a Dramatic Situation, and a Cool Puzzle, and House is horrible to some people, and has Subtext with Wilson, and sometimes you get to see Hugh Laurie playing the piano which is Grate. I do rather approve.

And that is All for Now.

EXCEPT. I'm not at all sure she's going to love me more than any other guy, even if I do get the Platinum Penis Enlarge Patch Package. I'm sure they're right though. She would worship me if I performed like a professional. Bloody amateur lovers you get these days, I blame the government.

Sorry I haven't posted for so long. Sometimes I think of things to say, but then I realise that these things are not very interesting, after all. Sometimes I think of things to say, but then I realise that, to say what I want to say properly, I need to do lots of finding and copying and pasting and linking, and then it's bedtime, and stuff.

So instead, I've been lurking, and reading, and occasionally commenting. I shall now commence to ramble.

( Musical musings )

( Musical rantings )

( Musical demandings )

( Musical memeings )

Oh yeah, and I meant to announce the fact that my website has upped and moved. It is now here:
www.tadorna.net
Please to be updating of your links and bookmarks if you so desire.

I will now go away and be quiet.

Apologies for the recent radio silence. I could tell you why, but then I'd have to kill you. Also, apologies to anyone who's had a birthday recently. That whole birthday thing really fell by the wayside...

ETA: I shan't go on, or we'll be here all night, but I thought of something else I wanted to apologise for. I'm sorry if my comments to anyone's posts ever seem insensitive or self-involved, it's not at all intentional. I just worry that I might come across that way sometimes. Um. So. Y'know. *runs away*

I like this poem, by Jane Kenyon:

Happiness

There's just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

And how can you not forgive?
You make a feast in honor of what
was lost, and take from its place the finest
garment, which you saved for an occasion
you could not imagine, and you weep night and day
to know that you were not abandoned,
that happiness saved its most extreme form
for you alone.

No, happiness is the uncle you never
knew about, who flies a single-engine plane
onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes
into town, and inquires at every door
until he finds you asleep midafternoon.
as you so often are during the unmerciful
hours of your despair.

It comes to the monk in his cell.
It comes to the woman sweeping the street
with a birch broom, to the child
whose mother has passed out from drink.
It comes to the lover, to the dog chewing
a sock, to the pusher, to the basket maker,
and to the clerk stacking cans of carrots
in the night.

It even comes to the boulder
in the perpetual shade of pine barrens,
to rain falling on the open sea,
to the wineglass, weary of holding wine.

Slept too late
had weird dreams
Missed people's birthdays.
Sorry peapod, gabbyhope.
Probably others too.
Doctor Who yay!
( Doctor Who spoilers )
:) :) :)
Lovely weather yesterday
but not today
Bought new shoes.
War of t'Worlds --
Tom Cruise: arse.
Dakota Fanning: die.
not really though
because that's horrible.
Must get going.
Go to shop.
Roast some things.
See Silent Hill.
Work tomorrow, boo!

... that Doctor Who is on tonight. In under two hours, in fact. I'll have you know that I am not even foaming at the mouth, or anything. So there.

I've been ignoring comments again, I'm afraid. Sorry! I don't do it on purpose, I promise. It's awful, really, I feel terrible. It's not as though I'd do this sort of thing in real life. Just, you know, say something and then walk away when someone answers. Or, possible even weirder, say something in reply to someone else, and then walk away when they continue the dialogue. Apparently I find it incredibly easy to comment, less easy to post, and virtually impossible to answer other people's comments. Odd.

I spent a shameful amount of yesterday searching for a particular fic I remembered reading and liking a while back. I came across it again recently and (as I thought) bookmarked it or something to read later. Only, apparently I didn't. So there I was, fine toothcombing the web for this fic which, I now believe, either doesn't exist or I've missed it, because I can't believe no one at all recced it. I mean, it wasn't the best thing ever, or anything, but it was nice. At one point during my search, I came upon a link to a recs post I had made myself in the LJ memories of a complete stranger. You'd think, really, that this would have been enough to make me put the laptop down, go and have a nice cup of tea, possibly a little lie-down. But no, I pounced on it. "Aha! I thought. Perhaps I recced this fic myself! Perhaps I did it deliberately to lead myself here in the future! Perhaps there are eddies in the time-space continuum!"

But I hadn't, I didn't, and there weren't.

I did, however find a lot of other nice stuff on the way, and I'm not even sure I want to read that fic any more, anyway. I feel sort of resentful towards it.

I'm going to go away now and archive some stuff to disc.

ps. my website (and the whole of dombillijah.com) is down at the moment -- see angstslashhope's post for more details. I'll keep you posted on developments(because I'm sure you're all becoming increasingly desperate at the thought of not being able to access my fic at a moment's notice). ;)

I'm sorry, I'm sure I've missed some birthdays. I was doing so well there, too. But y'all have a lot of birthdays. If I've missed yours, comment and I will self-flagellate.

I've been pretending not to be here, so you'll all think I've got a life and have no time for LiveJournal. This, of course, is not true. I am simply feeding my addiction through lurkdom.

I now hate my job so much I could cry. I mean, I never liked it much, but for some reason it's becoming increasingly difficult to tolerate. I made someone cry on Tuesday though - go me! I'm just imagining those of you who've met me doing your double-takes right now, but I assure you it's true. The job is obviously turning me into a mean, mean, nasty person.

I need a change - what shall I do with my life? I'm quite confident that you have all the answers, flist.