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I have become hopeless at LJ, I'm sorry. I've developed a strange fear of my inbox, so I'm also sorry to all the people who have commented and whom I appear to ignore (once again). I answer you in my head, really I do!

I am having a week off work. Yes.

And I keep writing things and then deleting them because they are basically the drivellings of a feeble mind. Ho hum.

So. There we are.

ALSO: a number I didn't recognise just phoned me and then hung up when I answered. Cheers for that, whoever you are.

Why I Re-Read, a post by Jo Walton. I love this, because it perfectly describes why I re-read, too.

lobelia321 and I had a conversation where I said vampires should be tormented because fictional characters should be tormented, not particularly because they were vampires, and then she wrote me a ficlet about a very, very happy vampire called Flopsy, and then I defaced Beatrix Potter. Defacing Beatrix Potter turned out to be a fabulous de-stressing activity.

I get to have a night in tonight, which will be nice. I wonder if I'll actually get round to ringing the landlord, like I keep saying I will? Or just sit all night like blythely's drooling cabbage, occasionally stuffing a chocolate cornflake cluster into my mouth.

And then tomorrow I'm going to Cheltenham for the weekend (not for the races).

And shortly, I will be going to work. :(

Hello, hello... Oh for goodness sake. It's twenty past ten! How did that happen? I am not pleased.

There are people talking loudly downstairs. This is most unusual! Normally everyone in this building sits quietly like little mices, weeping softly into the darkness, occasionally getting up the energy to sigh at the kettle. Seriously, it's one of the rules! It's in the contract. Behave like depressed rodent at all times. Do not chew on electric cables. No pets. That's what it says.

So, yeah... So, today in the local paper, some of the people who lived near the murderer now want the 'Murder House' (TM) pulled down. Others want the road renamed, to "something a bit happier". Lovely Road? Absolutely No Murder Or Anything Like That Street? But another resident said she didn't think it was a good idea, because, after all, "it's not the name's fault". Well... no. That's quite true.

Oh! I have thinks to link to. After I broke that bowl the other day, kitchencynic was inspired to create this fabulous community: potsihavebroken. It is, quite simply, a place for you to talk about pots you have broken. Share the pain, people! Share the pain!

Stephen Fry can has a podcast! Stephen Fry's Podgrams. Go, go -- subscribe! He will talk to you about breaking his arm in the Amazon and things, and it will be soothing and moving and funny and random and full of words, and you will love it!

Fandom works quickly. Being Human (wot I mentioned previously) now has some communities, and already they are busy and full to bursting with icons and fic and questions and polls and opinions and... not yet kerfuffles and arguments, but I'm sure that will come. I have diligently joined these communities, and they will no doubt happily clutter up my flist until I get fed up and stop watching them.

So yay for Being Human!

Erm... yeah. Mostly. Unfortunately, as well as being great, it is also (not completely, but in areas such as the concept, scenario, character dynamics and general tone) the novel I have been Not Writing. Sort of. That actually makes me a tiny bit sad. Oh well. As one is Not Writing it anyway, one can't really complain, can one? C'est la vie...

Now, I must away to my bed, because it has become nearly ten to eleven.

Today was a day of new fun things to think about and old boring things to do. It was also Monday. I'm tired now.

I have enquired about joining a choir! A choir enquiry! How exciting! I don't know whether they'll let me in yet, though. Yes, stupid choir programme gave me Choir Nostalgia. I hope they let me in, they're doing Orff's Carmina Burana. I want to do Carmina Burana, damnit! I found another choir that actually meets at the church down the road from me, but they look a bit scary. They have this new young, dynamic director, and speak of something called 'high standards' on their website. Whereas this other one advertises itself as 'friendly', and has a special Training Choir for people who are scared and haven't sung since they were fifteen and toured France in a fog of bewilderment, getting lost in hypermarkets and dancing with uncouth cornet players in youth hostel discos. Ah, the memories...

Another thing I'd like to do: finish some of the stories in my Work in Progress folder. Plenty to choose from, as there appear to be 78 files within. 78. Some of them are only one sentence long, though.

It's no good, I'm going to have to give up Proper Work. Would anyone like to sponsor me to finish stories and do singing and make soup?

Note to self: when writing notes to self, make sure self will understand them. For instance, who knows wtf this means:

milk - shop lady

milk - future - death

bath

fades like dreams

war

forever - different answer

Yeah...

Ok, now we have a combination of punk music, fireworks and church bells. Shut the FUCK UP, the lot of you!

Yes, I am suddenly very tired and annoyed. What of it?

And another thing. I really don't know why I kid myself thinking I'm ever going to write anything ever again, seeing as how I am constantly either too busy/too tired/too lazy. I think I might just give up on that idea. *negative muttering that goes on forever*

OH I AM REALLY QUITE GRUMPY AND FED UP NOW YES THANK YOU.

After much angst I decided not to sign up for Yuletide this year because I don't have time. I mean, I haven't even had time to look through the fandoms properly -- that hardly bodes well for the fic, does it?

So, that being the case... I'm doing NaNoWriMo instead.

Head, meet desk. I hope you're very happy together.

I've lost my bloody USB memory stick key pen flash drive thing. It was nice and it had Stuff on it. But look how positive I am being. Good things:

* I have old versions of some things.
* I am too lazy to have much to lose
* Now I will be forced to write new stuff
* I use my notebook sometimes
* Am in fandom, therefore most definitive versions of finished things are on LJ YAY LJ!
* That novel plan was a) not particularly detailed, b) not very good c) I can remember some of it.

*SIGH*

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You know what else is annoying me today? Last night I watched that film America's Sweethearts. To the end. Ok, I went away in the middle and did some other stuff for a bit, but still. It was rubbish. DAMN YOU JOHN CUSACK!!!

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.

Hello! Here is a post I wrote mostly the day before yesterday.

Last weekend, lobelia321 and I went to a writing workshop in Cambridge, run by the writer AL Kennedy (who, by the way, is not at all scary but very nice and friendly). It was a two and a half hour session, but I would have loved it to have gone on for a lot longer. She spent the first half talking about things, many of which penetrated my thick skull and were helpful. She does stand-up comedy sometimes, which you could kind of tell -- it was that sort of performance. Before we started, I overheard one of the other participants talking to her about Eddie Izzard, and there was a definite similarity there, I thought. We had a ten minute break, during which we met some slightly strange people. Then we did some exercises during which we had to ask each other questions and reply in the voices of our characters, which was very much fun. Then I had to run away and catch my train. On the way home I felt all energised and stuff, and had lots of ideas, and came to a conclusion about the novel I'm not writing, which was that I ought to be not writing a different one.

The other day on the bus the window I was sitting next to had quite a lot of water in it. Seriously. It was acutally inside the window, and it sloshed up and down like waves as the bus moved. It was like the bus had been made partly out of fish tank - old, neglected fish tank full of algae.

I am moving TOMORROW omg! I am off to live in a flat near the park with some actual rooms in it. I have been quite annoying and mood-swingy, because I get stressed and am liable to panic, but am really perfectly ok. My interwebs are not being connected until Tuesday afternoon, so we shall be forced to be apart for a short time. Do try not to pine too much. When I am properly installed I will surely take pictures of my new abode and maybe the street and the park and probably some random pigeons and stuff, and post them here (if I can muster up the energy). After that you can all come and visit me and take tea, subject to approval of your application form.

I shall now sign off.

GOODBYE!

PS. I AM TOTALLY NOT NEARLY PACKED ALL MY STUFF IS STILL EVERYWHERE STOP HAVE RUN OUT OF BOXES STOP SEND HELP STOP