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Sep. 1st, 2012

Saturday musings

First things first - it's Bring Back the Porn day at InsaneJournal, and you can find it all at [info]bbtp_challenge (master list). I even got my act together this year and wrote Our Scandalous Days Behind Us about the secret sex lives of the inhabitants of Downton Abbey. I've never written these characters before, so I'd love to hear what you think.

Second, Doctor Who's back! And I thought it was both frustrating and fabulous.


Third, I'm excited that I just this minute ordered Space Fluxx after playing a similar game (Martian Fluxx) at a friend's birthday last weekend. Anybody ever played it? I'm crap at card games that require you to remember numbers and stuff, but this is fun and silly and the rules change often enough to suit my limited attention span.

I thought I deserved a little gifty for myself because fourthly, I dyed my hair a colour that can only be described as "shit brown." It was supposed to be a lot lighter - I didn't want to go darker because I had such trouble getting it out the last time I dyed my hair black - but this is almost as dark as the black and not nearly as pretty. Am now contemplating pink or purple to fix this. But at least the profusion of white hairs I'd gotten in the past two weeks are gone, as is the source of the white hairs, so that counts as a win.

Fifth, there's really no fifth, other than that I'm relaxing tonight with some Upper Canada Dark Ale, cuddling a kitten on the couch beside me, and exploring Macklemore & Ryan Lewis on Youtube. I don't know much about hip-hop so I can't say how unique Macklemore is, but I find his music so moving in how he's using it to say something important, whether it's speaking out for music or for hope in his community or against consumerism and disconnectivity, or here, with SAME LOVE, for gay rights and marriage equality.

And if you want one more, this vid left me in sappy tears, partly because I got the worst homesickness for Seattle but also just because of the joy and the potential he sees in the kids, and in what they can become, and his acknowledgement that it won't ever be the same and the RKcndy's not coming back, but they need to have something like that too, they need that chance.



Hope you're all enjoying the weekend!

Mar. 14th, 2012

Domestic matters

I said I wanted to update more, but have been absolute pants about following through, so I figured instead of waiting 'til I had Something Important To Say, I'd just write about my day. Which today has been about unfucking my habitat.

Mar. 6th, 2012

The State of Me. Now with Added Cats.

It’s funny how life happens. A year ago, I had just packed up my stuff and was merrily inserting myself into [info]aldiara’s home in New Zealand. It was the start of an incredible year that took me around the world – and although it turned out way differently than I’d expected, the unplanned things more than made up for it!

Now I'm back in the same neighbourhood in Canada - in the same building even - and hoping the magic holds. I’m launching my own business (which is a bit terrifying), floundering a bit without a fandom (being between fandoms is teh suck), and trying to find my place here again. To help me in this, I have two little assistants. So I’d like to introduce you to Sir Alfred and Lord Oliver…

Catspam! )

Apr. 20th, 2011

Quite likely the longest post I've ever written

There is way too much to update, and I don’t know where to start – and as it turns out, I know some of my friends don’t even know what is happening or where I am, since I’ve been so sporadic about updating stuff. So maybe I will do this with numbers. Yes, that’s a good idea.

Mar. 13th, 2011

Trees, jetlag, thingy & the other thingy

I’ve been in New Zealand for a little over two weeks now. Sometimes it feels like I’ve only just arrived; other times like I’ve been living here forever. I thought I should try to record some of my impressions and thoughts for later; they might not be interesting to anybody but me, but I suspect that looking back on them a year from now will make me smile.

Dec. 23rd, 2008

A Charlie Brown Ad Agency

This was a hilarious reminder of why I no longer work in advertising.



Plans for the next few days:
1. Finish up work for my last SEVEN clients.
2. Curl up in bed with animals, laptop, The Lion In Winter, and AWZ.
3. Gorge self on Tim Tams and Jaffa Cakes (thanks to my beauties [info]aldiara and [info]goddessriss).


~~~
ETA:

Dear Brain:

When you're this zonked, why do you insist on fiddling with IJ layouts? Now you've gone and disappeared my tag list and you're in no shape to tackle theme layers tonight. Just go to sleep already!

No love,
Lilith

Sep. 30th, 2008

Mushy brain meanderings

Oye, what a day. My preferred number of client jobs to tackle in a day is 3-4. On a busy day, I'll have 6 or 7. Today? SIXTEEN! I'm surprised my eyes aren't crossed.

But I survived. And actually had a pretty good day, despite the crunch. The Ex came by with his powerdrill (no, not like that, you dirty-minded people) and helped me attach the doors on my new wardrobe. It looks so good! And we actually were able to complete an Ikea assembly project together without snapping at each other, which was a huge improvement. I feel so lucky sometimes that we've managed to stay friends -- and actually become better friends than we ever were when we were married. And we still joke that when we're old and nobody else will have us, we'll look after each other. It's a strange kind of relationship, but it works.

I really need to live alone, tho. I just am not cut out to be around people all the time. Not that I haven't had wonderful roommates in the past, but I much prefer having my own space. I like knowing that if the bathroom needs to be cleaned it's because of me, and that the smidgen of ice cream is going to be in the freezer where I left it, and that I can wear my bathrobe (or nothing at all) the whole darn weekend if I feel like it. And I like not having to talk to anyone (apart from you, dear flist) when my brain is as mushy as it is tonight.

Now I'm going to take a quick jaunt through my sorely neglected flist before watching Heroes. Oh, and I d/led Tod "It's Not Fanfic, Really" Goldberg's Burn Notice tie-in. I have to admit I'm curious to see how he writes. Without giving him any money, of course. So there might be reading ahead. I really might go cross-eyed before this night's through.

Sep. 22nd, 2008

Praying the gay out

[info]sarcastic_jo sent me this today, and I just about split my sides laughing. Then I went back and promptly watched all her vlogs on youtube—there's some brilliant stuff here. Warning: Don't watch if you're a fan of Sarah Palin...or easily offended!



I'm finally tackled some much-needed spring cleaning, now that the geese are flying south. (A bunch of them were honking at me this afternoon, obnoxious little buggers.) This weekend I pulled out EVERYTHING from the bedroom/closet—and I mean everything—cleaned the room from top to bottom, and then put it back together in its newer, sleeker combination. (The critters are frantic, thinking we're moving again.) And I'm throwing out boodles of old paperwork. Today I made some real headway once I decided to give up on a filing system. Filing has never worked as a concept for me anyway, everything just ends up in a box. Now the box is the destination. Voila! (Or "Walla!" as my Seattle roommate used to say.)

I'm listening to Pavarotti tonight as I sort through the piles. I've never really listened to opera before, but it's strangely soothing.

Mar. 9th, 2008

Overdue update

It's been a while since I've posted, and I'm just as far behind on commenting to people's posts. I apologise. I'm afraid I've sunk into a pretty hefty winter funk, that wasn't helped by this weekend's storm that dumped another 50 cm, on top of the 377 cm (11.5 feet!!) we had before. I'm losing the will to live!

Well, not quite, but unfortunately I've lost the ability to say anything witty or engaging. I'm reading through my flist every day, but I just can't summon the energy to comment, even when I'd very much like to. And that bothers me because you guys are very important to me -- you're my sanity check. (And isn't that a scary thought?) I really hope I can snap out of this soon.

Daylight Savings Time is *not* helping.

It's not like I've been sitting around moping, though. I actually slogged through the snow (and only fell once) to see two movies: Juno and In Bruges. Juno was a lot better than I expected (I was very suspicious given all the hype) but I don't think it deserved an Oscar nom for best picture (then again, I did think it was better than that eye candy Atonement). In Bruges, however, was exactly the kind of dark humour that I needed. Ralph Fiennes' performance alone was worth the price of admission.

Back home, I've been nesting: cleaned the house (dusting?!!!!), cooked a huge pot of veggie chili, baked banana bread, and finished knitting my shawl. Wanna see it? )

I'm also on a mission to bring the frozen plant in my window back to life. I'm hoping warm water and plant food will help. I need a Risen Mitten like on Torchwood... (Speaking of, do read sam_storyteller's Trying to Communicate, but only with beverages at a safe distance.)

Finally, I've just read the new LJ "conversation". At last they've admitted in a policy document that there's nothing legally wrong with fanart, they just don't like it so it's banned. Nice. I just don't understand how people in fandom can continue to support that company. (Oh, that reminds me, I've got pics uploaded in my LJ photo album, I need to grab them before my account expires next month.) And is anybody else getting Cyrillic spam? For the past week, my gmail spam box has been DELUGED!

I'll try to be around more. Stay warm!

Oct. 13th, 2007

Some movie recs, and a domestic Saturday

I watched two incredible but heartbreaking movies last night. Spoilers under the cut.

Away From Her )

This Is England )

Much less impressive was the latest episode of SGA. It's another of Joe Mallozzi & Paul Mullie's caricatures of Atlantis, which means that the less said about this episode, the better. At times I was certain I was watching a bad SGA cartoon by someone who's only seen a few episodes. Or reading bad fanfic with the MS OFC who sweeps in to save the day. ([info]sarcastic_jo's commentary says it much better than I can.) Thank goodness I've already seen "Doppelganger" or I'd mourn the demise of my show.

While sobbing last night (and groaning during SGA today), I started a new knitting project; it looks so cozy I couldn't resist. I'm making it with a wool-silk yarn, in this rich plum colour, and I think I'll trim the edges with the red/plum yarn I bought in Spain years ago but never had a reason to use.

And to continue this trend of domesticity, I'm in the mood to bake something ... anything. I feel the need to fill my apartment with the smell of spices. I think some oatmeal-raisin cookies with lots of cinnamon and nutmeg might be in the forecast (along with the snow flurries expected tonight). Brrr! Yes, I think it's definitely time to pop in An Affair To Remember and knit and bake.

Hope everybody's have a good weekend!

Aug. 11th, 2007

Diets, nesting, and HP of course

I think it's about time for a real life post, something that has nothing to do with LJ drama.

Let's see ... my best news is that I survived day 11 of this South Beach diet. I almost broke tonight. I had a rough day, with an unexpected client call throwing off my whole schedule for the day. I came *this* close to ordering a pizza. But I stuck it out -- I did have a glass of wine, which isn't too terribly bad.

And overall, this hasn't been a bad diet at all (save those first few days without carbs/sugar/caffeine). I've been eating well, and there's one dessert (1/3 cup ricotta cheese, a dash of vanilla, a sprinkling of cocoa and some chocolate chips) that is almost as tasty as ice cream. The one thing I'm not used to is all the cooking (and all the washing up after), but that's pretty telling about my "normal" diet I suppose. And I have noticed a difference in how my pants fit. I've still got a ways to go, but it's a start.

Along with fixing up my body, I've been fixing up my home. Last week I bought a really nice monitor. It's such a treat to have room to spread everything out -- and I even talked the sales guy down $100 by threatening to go to Staples (little did he know that I'll never buy anything there again). Much easier on the pocketbook was the beaded curtain I bought for the doorway to my kitchen. I'd looked all over for some earth-toned ones, not plastic, and I found the perfect one, made with wooden beads at the dollar store. I really like the way my apartment looks these days.

I've continued devouring the HP fandom. I've read a ton of stuff, but there are a couple of standouts:

"A Thousand Beautiful Things" by Duinn Fionn: After taking an oath of silence, Draco has to live without his magic. I loved resourceful!Draco, seeing how he builds a life for himself with muggles, and I love the actions that compelled him to take such a drastic step. And the secondary characters are fabulous, all playing a vital part to build this story -- you really get the sense that you're peeking into the lives of these old school friends and seeing how they relate years later. (Its sequel, "Delicate Sound of Thunder", picks up the story a year later; I found it less compelling than the original, but still a lovely read.)

Night-blooming Heartsease by Julad: Although this prequel to Resonant's brilliant "Transfigurations" has hardly any Harry or Draco, surprisingly I think it's one of my favourites so far. I never in a million years would have thought Snape and Neville could break me like this, but they do. Neville, wonderfully flustered as he is, proves himself a hero, and Snape, who never stops being his sarcastic self, proves he might just have a heart.

Tonight as I savoured my forbidden wine (a tasty primitivo from Puglia) I watched the first two HP movies. I remember not liking Chamber of Secrets very much when I saw it in the theatre. I don't know how I could've missed the fact that Lucius is sex on a stick or that Daniel Radcliff has the most entracing chin...

I'm scaring myself now, so I think it's time for me to hit the sack.

ETA: [info]sweetsorcery recommended the amazing "Somnio Salvus" by Invisibabe, and I stayed up until 3am reading it. Definitely worth it. Draco creeps into Harry's dreams to cause mischief, and of course distrust and tension ensues. But what I really liked here was the Malfoy family. Lucius isn't just as a single-minded death eater, but a complex character challenged to protect himself and his family. I haven't seen much of that yet (yes, I need to read more Lucius fic!) and I loved it.

One other quick rec while I'm here: "A Nick In Time" and "Growing Pains" by Invisibabe. A brilliantly done Snape-centric story that, by taking Snape and Harry back to childhood, captures the real essence of who they both are. And once they're adults, the smut is smoking hot. Loved this story!