sheldrake

I was going to do a proper post but I feel too lethargic and stuff. Here's what it would have had in it:

some pictures of stuff
Me saying I've probably got some Dreamwidth codes if anyone wants them.
some other stuff I forget now.

AND NOW. I shall type without thinking first. It's a clever trick.

( only read if you're quite bored )

Hello. Sorry I haven't posted for ages. I kept thinking I ought to post about this before I started on any of the usual waffle and fluff, and I've been putting it off because it's not something I particularly want to talk about or expend any more energy on. But it's been bothering me that there might be people who don't know about this, and who deserve to, and a public post seemed the best way to stop that from happening. A heads-up, if you will. I've thought about it, and discussed it with a friend, and I see no reason why this shouldn't be made known publicly. If there is a good reason I'm not aware of, then of course let me know.

So, this will mainly affect people who were around in the Lotrips fandom of olden times. I recently found out (from a friend on the flist, who found out from someone on her flist, etc etc) that Kia Bright, known on LJ as hjartad and then punkmeanscuddle, did not, as we were led to believe, die in 2005 from heart failure/suicide. She actually faked her own death, and is still alive. I don't know how it all came to light, but it seems pretty definite that this is the case. It seems she's still in the same job, and may have accounts at Twitter and Last.fm. Like I say, I know little else in the way of details, but feel free to email me about it if you want to.

The awful thing about cases like this (one of the awful things) is that they leave you feeling a fool. You've been duped, and you feel (however unjustifiably) that everybody else must have known and not told you. I have no idea, really, how widespread this knowledge is, but I spoke to at least one person who didn't know and was shocked to find out. And, you know... there are lots of people I like and respect around these parts, and who deserve better than the lie we were unfortunately being fed for the last few years. (Absolutely no judgement intended on anyone who didn't want to post about it, I nearly didn't myself). So, um -- if you already knew... as you were, and if you didn't, I'm really sorry to be the bearer of ugly news. Oh, and apologies to the many people to whom this will mean nothing at all -- permission to scroll on by!

Right. I shall now move on, and get back to the waffle and fluff you love so much and tolerate so kindly.

It's Friday, and this is a good thing. Tomorrow I intend to make chocolate brownies.

This week has been interesting in a boring sort of way. Work's been busy and continues to be fraught with a general atmosphere of 'no one seems to know what the hell is going on or what they're supposed to be doing'. Which is fun. After whinging constantly from Monday to Wednesday, I decided I was going to force myself to be INCREDIBLY INSANELY UPBEAT AND ENERGETIC on Thursday. It worked quite well, although it had started to wear off by this morning. And of course now I'll have to compensate for it by sitting on the sofa staring vacantly at the wall all weekend. But there will be brownies, I hope.

Things I continue to put off: Phoning up the parking people. Replying to stuff. Hoovering.

I've got lots of books to read. It is great.

I'm sorry I insist on unloading the inane meanderings of my brain upon you, poor flist. You deserve better. You deserve thoughtful, amusing, glittering posts. Posts full of passion and poetry and pancakes and pornographic... pancakes. Oh well.

( Behind the cut tonight! A new section in which I complain about fandom! )

Now I'm going to go and watch Have I Got News For You.

I hate William Grundy. I think he's a miserable, boring whinger and I don't care whether he poisoned the kite, I hope he gets banged up anyway. I'm sick of hearing his horribly, whiny voice. I can't stand any of the rest of the Grundys either, except Ed. I like Ed. Ed can stay.

Unfriend me if you want, Grundy fans, I don't care. I'll say what I like.

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Oh, wait. The Archers isn't really a fandom, is it. Damn. I was hoping to start a flamewar.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Just trawling randomly and came upon this community: Ipswich: The Darker Side of Doctor Who

Ipswich is the alternative. Ipswich is the community and repository for all things angsty, dark, and non-fluff in the Doctor Who fandom.

Not to mention: Ipswich may contain explicit sexual content, slash, violence, and disturbing imagery. Blimey, I should say so!

:)

And now I must go to bed.

Did LiveJournal go away for a while? That was a bit scary. *twitch*

So. Saturday! Yes. I just signed a petition, and I know that online petitions are, by and large, about as much use as a wet rag in a gale, but this is for a very important cause. It's to get A Bit of Fry and Laurie released on DVD. You can sign it here, although it doesn't seem to like Firefox much.

dandywalker is evil. He made me eat a cheeseburger last night, when I wasn't even hungry. He forced me to. It was terrible.

I've been looking at old sketchbooks and things this morning, and frankly, I'm not terribly impressed. I was trying to make myself feel better because my drawing skills have deteriorated so much, but a) I fear they weren't that good anyway, and b) I'm apparently too lazy to document and archive my work properly, so I don't seem to have very much left. Which is kind of sad. I sort of have an idea of something I'd like to do, but I don't know if my skillz are really up to it. Whatever I do, I know it won't live up to my wild and tingly imaginings, but I should probably try anyway. Just cos, you know.

Ok, we appear to have ventured into extreme rambling territory now.

Other stuff includes the following:

I have been developing some mildish new obsessions, mainly in order to combat the extreme sense of boredom and frustration engendered in me by Ordinary Working Life, and Getting on Buses, and Buying Sandwiches Every Day and Stuff. Firstly, I have been hanging round eBay and Amazon like it's the end of the internet tomorrow. I probably should stop doing this, but I just really like spending money on shiny things.

Secondly, and in reverse order, I have been swallowed up, masticated thoroughly, and chomped into tiny, tiny bits, by Stargate: Atlantis. By which, of course, I mean the fandom rather than the show itself. Because the fic, my friends, is bloody great. And this leads to all sorts of inarticulate musings about fannishness and fic and so on, because I'm always doing this the wrong way round. It was the same with the X-Files. See, I'm basically in it for the slash, and then that makes me want to see the show to find out what they look like, and where this reference came from, and so on and so on, and omg, they really do do that - I thought Anon McFicwriter made that up! And I do end up enjoying watching the show, because of the fic, and my watching of the show enhances my fic-reading. One feeds the other. But I almost certainly wouldn't bother watching SG:A if no one was writing great fic about it. Hmm. Anyway, I should do some recs or something.

Ah, but now I must contradict myself, because thirdly, I have been displaying some disturbingly fannish tendencies. I have suddenly discovered Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. Yes, when it comes to being late to the party, I like to arrive when there's nothing left but beer cans full of fag-butts and a few suspicious stains. Hm. But anyway, um, yes, perhaps I need to feed the inner goth I never knew I had. Because, oh, Dream! He's just so ... broody and annoying and cool. Sigh. I'm up to World's End, and my favourite so far is Brief Lives, which I found oddly moving. I like the guy who's lived for fifteen thousand years, and then gets killed when a wall falls on him on his way to work. And he says to Death, "Fifteen thousand years. I did ok, didn't I?" And she says, "You got what everyone gets. A lifetime." Er. And, anyway, while there is much more to say, I think I feel like stopping writing now.

Ok! Stupid rambly post over! Yay!