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Mar. 16th, 2012

Today's update

Posting three days in a row? CRAZYSKATES! But I'm enjoying the exercise so I'm going to continue even if my life is less than thrilling atm.

Mar. 15th, 2012

Lunch and stuff

I just met my website designer/marketing dude for lunch. I always feel so upbeat after our meetings! I know that he's in marketing and it's not only his job but also his personality, but still... his enthusiasm about my business chances is contagious, and it makes me believe that going off on my own isn't such a crazy idea after all.

And he bought me lunch. WIN.

Jul. 6th, 2011

Artsy fartsy

Today I hung my first art exhibition!

Sep. 16th, 2010

*tries hard to breathe*

I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO CLOSE TO QUITTING MY JOB.

Aug. 17th, 2010

Well crap

T minus 48 hours to deadline: 19 papers to edit
T minus 40 hours to deadline: 14 papers to edit

This week is going to be hell. If you don't see much of me before Thursday, that's why. (If you do see much of me, please give me coffee and tell me to get my arse back to work!)

But now, my efficiency:lethargy ratio is telling me it's time to pass out, I think.

Oh, but before I go, I just want to mention something about friending/unfriending. I use my journal to rant and rave about things that are pretty specific in my life. And locked posts are my primary steam vent (especially when my Ex is wisely not answering his phone!). If you don't enjoy reading these, then you are welcome to unfriend me -- I know people's interests change and opinions diverge. I promise, I'm not going to get upset.

Aug. 13th, 2010

I HEREBY DECLARE THIS CRAPPY WEEK OVER.

Jun. 30th, 2010

Kitty update

I am SO SORRY for not having a chance to respond to all your wonderful thoughts yesterday. Molly is doing well -- after acting all drunken and crazed last night, she's decided that she's sore and wants to cuddle today. I'm keeping a close eye on her so she doesn't lick her stitches too much -- I'm trying to avoid the plastic cone since the last time she wore one she almost hung herself. (Don't ask -- it's something that only my cat is capable of.)

Anyway. Life is hell right now, even without sleep there is no possible way that I am going to get everything done by Friday that needs to be done. Of course, this is the week that DeRo ends and we have all our two-parters and idiots need to be bashed and Eskimos cuddled and I'm not there to do it. A clone, a clone, my kingdom for a clone!

LOLOLOL speaking of, I SAW THE QUEEN TODAY. Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Mountbatten were right outside my apartment. I'm so sleep-deprived that I'd swear I was hallucinating if it hadn't been in the news.

And Unzertrennlich just came up in my shuffle. O universe, you are trying to kill me, aren't you? Excuse me while I hyena myself back into tears.

Jun. 29th, 2010

Vet stuff, the ex stuff, life stuff

Molly McMeow's going under the knife today -- I know good thoughts are at a premium these days, but if you've got any to spare, please send them her way.

And my ex just reminded me why I love him sometimes. When I told him that she was a bit damp and a lot unhappy after I walked to the vets in the pouring rain, he wrote:

Mrrrrggrrrrreowwwwing in the rain, just mrrrrggrrrrreowwwwing in the rain, what a glorious feeling, she's golden again...

and so on... I'm choreographing the dance number now... it'll involve Rudy and lots of puddles!


Man, did I ever need that today.

I am woefully behind on IJ and, well, everything. Time needs to stretch massively before this day is out or I am royally screwed with work. Also, if people could just stop being stupid, that'd be awesome too!

Jun. 23rd, 2010

I just trimmed a 9-page rambling garden of overgrown weeds down to a tight, concise, one-page essay of WIN. GO ME!! And it reminded me of how I'm worth every penny one of my favourite bits of writing advice from Annie Dillard in The Writing Life:

The line of words is a hammer. You hammer against the walls of our house. You tap the walls, lightly, everywhere. After giving many years' attention to these things, you know what to listen for. Some of the walls are bearing walls; they have to stay, or everything will fall down. Other walls can go with impunity; you can hear the difference. Unfortunately, it is often a bearing wall that has to go. It cannot be helped. There is only one solution, which appalls you, but there it is. Knock it out. Duck.


I must reread this soon, I think.

ETA: Also, there is this. Which begs for a Deniz counterpart. Now, who can I delegate this to? *looks about for Rose*

Jun. 17th, 2010

Death by work

Wow. Who'd have thought I could be so productive if I got up at 6am? Of course, most of that's because I'm too tired to be distracted -- anything shiny just looks like those weird dazzly stars I get whenever I'm really sleepy.

I might actually make it through this week.

*squints at faint horizon of weekend*

Also, I've been editing a client's doc which repeatedly mentions "Doctors Without Boarders." It makes me giggle every time. Pesky lodgers! Don't care if they're sick, they're not getting so much as an aspirin until they move out!

Yes, yes, I know, shut up and get back to work.

*goes to do*

May. 18th, 2010

My icon says it all

Today I...

* got a new client *ka-ching!*
* finished a bit of writing and sent it off to Aldi
* got thinky thoughts over the next chapter, which is really exciting because I want to dive into this new character
* heard from a dear and sorely missed friend *squishes Rosebach unbelievably tight*
* got squeeful over [info]paraka podficcing one of my stories *bouncebouncebounce*

And now I've got a spread of Lebanese olives, a Spanish wine, and three different kinds of cheeses, which I'm savouring while watching Alice In Wonderland. This movie has the best look ever! And it's like Lord of the Rings on acid. Also, may just I say that Crispin Glover is like walking sex. Walking sex with an eyepatch. He can take me right now yes.

Tonight I refuse to think about the Gulf Coast as a dead sea, Alabama geometry teachers, or my incredibly frustrating father. Nope, right now, life is pretty close to perfect.

Nov. 16th, 2009

Montréal update

Conference sucked. My materials didn't arrive, so while all the other booths had fancy banners and slick handouts, I had business cards.

On the plus side, I bought sparkly silver and black tights and met Deniz Öztürk's younger brother. Which I know is crazy, Igor's not Turkish at all, but this guy was and he was the spitting image: same coltish arms, same lethally long legs, same lips... have you any idea how hard it is to talk business with someone that has those lips?

Nov. 15th, 2009

a title? you want a title too?

I keep meaning to update, but my life seems to consist of:

* dragging myself from bed to the coffee machine
* staring dully at work for a few hours
* falling deeper in love with AWZ (is that even possible?)
* cursing the technical difficulties that complicate sharing of said soap
* crawling into bed feeling like I'm behind on life
* rinse and repeat

I wonder if writing EKP descriptions and commenting on vids counts for WriSoMiFu. Because I'm writing fuck all else these days. The month's half gone and plot bunnies are happily breeding, but actually sitting down and harnessing them? Writing, why so hard?

What's keeping me going is discovering just how AMAZING some people are! Get this: When the backdoor we were using to snag our video files from RTL was closed, some fabulous souls stepped in, including one woman in Slovenia who spent her entire weekend figuring out a different way for us to grab them. I'm just overwhelmed by the thought that somebody would do that for people they don't even know. Not only that, but we had other people--in Russia, in the U.S., in France--all offering what help they could.

Fandom, you seriously rock my world!!!

Of course, now that we've got this new method, I'm obsessed with going back and redoing the poor quality vids we posted for a week. If I don't, that will haunt me forever. Just like ep302 still does after nearly a year...

The best thing I did this week was entice the lovely [info - personal] aldiara into marathoning the most recent EKP playlist with me. Soaking in the bubbles. )

OK, enough blather about AWZ. There are other things on TV, yes there are! Like Merlin, which if you block out the first four episodes and say this season started with #5, is having a pretty kick-ass year! And that messy ending, YUMMMM! Like Misfits, the most wonderfully warped superhero series imaginable. Like my beloved Beautiful People just starting its second season, and I've just got my hot little hands on a copy. Simon, I've missed you!!!!

And there is real life as well, much as I want to avoid it. I'm off to Montréal in the morning. Grrrr. Normally I'd be all over a trip there, but going to hear a bunch of MBAs rattle on? Shoot me now.

But I probably should pack at some point.

And stop being curmudgeonly, yes.

Jul. 14th, 2009

Since I've been feeling poor lately, I'm cleaning out my cupboards before shopping and was excited to find an unlabelled seasoning packet that I thought was taco mix. So I got all the fixings for tacos and whipped it up last night... and turns out it's curry spice instead. I'm trying to convince myself that I've created this funky new fusion cuisine, but no, really it's just kinda nasty. But it can almost be disguised with enough salsa, so yay?

However! What's confusing me is that I'm way too busy to be this poor--work's killing me. Clients, go away now! No, wait, pay first, then go. I think it's all the specials we're running to attract business. I know I'm lucky to be working, I just want more time to do nothing.

Having no time of course means I'm buzzing to write something, although the only solid story ideas I have at the moment are a post-"Children of Earth" tag for Alice/Johnson and a reveal/episode tag for "The Moment of Truth" which the world needs like a hole in its head. [info - personal] nefernat, we should talk!

And that's my week so far in a nutshell.

Jul. 1st, 2009

Canada Day post-mortem

OMG what a busy day! I wish I'd remembered to tell my American clients I wasn't working today--by the time I thought of it, I already had a full plate, so I just plowed on through.

Things that made me go "huh": the plural of gallows is gallowses. And gallow is a completely different word that means "to terrify." Huh.

I also found that Kingdom affects me faster than valium. It's Stephen Fry dealing with quirky neighbours in their quaint seaside village and making Everything.Work.Out. I know it's completely fanciful and terribly unrealistic, and its homespun wisdom really should annoy me, but for some reason it just soothes my soul.

Which I need at the moment because there are two lonely trombone players wandering around (drunk, I would guess) on the street below. I guess they got separated from the rest of the band on Parliament Hill? I don't know, I have no idea what to do with them, but they seem lost and keep wandering up and down the block.

But the fireworks were gorgeous!

May. 18th, 2009

Aaarrrggghhhh!

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate my company's new Salesforce.com system? Because I do, I truly loathe it. I wish to send rampaging monkeys to defecate all over the smarmy salesman who convinced my boss this would work for us.

May. 9th, 2009

I don't sleep anymore

I know better than to drink coffee in the evening. It's just gone 5--the sun's that glowing blue it gets just before dawn--and I am still wide awake. But it was very tasty coffee.

And at least I've been productive. EKP is going great guns--I remember when we started, our goal was to post a clip a week. We've done like 6 in the last 24 hours. (I know that's nothing like the 40 that my other two Brain Thirds did in two days in April when they decided that sleep was verboten, but it's nothing to sneeze at.)

I also finished a WIP that'd been gathering dust on my computer. It's sappy fluff, at least as sappy and fluffy as I'll ever get. But more importantly, it's porn. Enjoy!

Title: Accidents Will Happen
Fandom/Characters: Merlin RPS, Bradley/Colin
Word Count/Rating: 3000 words/NC-17
Summary: It isn't like Bradley hasn't thought about it. A lot. It's more that the timing's never right, that at first he's still reeling from a nasty split with Michelle, that he isn't even sure he's that into guys. Besides, he has no clue which side Colin comes down on, and he really doesn't want things to get weird between them... Valid excuses, all. In the end, not one of them matters.

I'm really lucky that work is always slow this time of year and I can devote plenty of time to porn and gay German soaps. On the other hand, it's starting to be pretty noticeably slower than it usually is. So far I'm holding off the panic but I hope that it picks up soon. (I'm also less than impressed with my company's marketing. We hosted a free informational chat panel the other day, and only 2 people showed up. They got a lot of personalised advice, obviously, but it was really a poor use of our--and by our I mean my--time.)

Oh well. I'm just waiting for my inheritance/trust fund/sugardaddy-or-momma to show up. Any day now.

This weekend, Big Bang! It's moving forward, but I feel like it's two steps forward, one step back. I'm leaving in too many placeholders like [EXPAND] and [FIX] and [SMUT GOES HERE]. Maybe it'll turn out to be a Mad Libs story and readers can fill in the blanks themselves.



My goal is to get that up to 30K by the end of the weekend--and hopefully fill in a few of those blanks. I think if I'm going to do that, I probably should get a little sleep. ;)

Mar. 10th, 2009

It's been days since an update. What've I been doing? Mainly rocking that ebook! I'm up to 16K words now ... and it just might possibly get finished before I leave. Maybe. If I can continue to have no other life than just to sit and mindlessly plonk on the keyboard, it just might get done.

And there've been bouts of panic about leaving in six days and hating every item of clothing I own, and debating flying to London in a bathrobe and shopping for a new wardrobe. And then more panic over the clothes strewn around the bedroom which I must clean before [info]takhys comes to housesit. *sigh* Life is hard.


So that's been my week, exciting as it is. And it will continue to be this way for the next few days. I'm sure you're all so very excited!

P.S. PSA: I'm not a big fan of Twitter, they're too random for my tastes. Thanks to [info]firefly124, here's how you can filter them from your flist: 1) Go to Customize Journal Style (LJ or IJ). 2) Click on Custom CSS. 3) Add this line in the Custom Stylesheet box: .loudtwitter { display: none!important } (I just put it at the bottom of my code there; if you don't have any custom code, just put it in the box and make sure "Yes" is clicked above on "Use base weblog") 4) Save changes. You'll still see the entry, but now you'll just see the line "Shipped by twitter" and you can choose to click on it or not.

Mar. 4th, 2009

Midday ramble

I just did my interview! And it went really well -- although there *might* have been technical problems, but at least *I* didn't screw up. Too much. Nothing that can't be edited out, anyway, and he said it was really valuable info. So I sigh with relief. Yes, hi, I can ramble for 40 minutes non-stop.

Oh! And I love love love doing Big Bang! Why did no one ever tell me how much fun it was? I always thought it was serious business, everybody banging away on their keyboards in solitude. No! I have Support Group! And we have a Theme Song! And Soundtracks! And it's the best thing ever! Not that I've actually written anything for the past two days, but that's beside the point. (I did dream that I was travelling in Germany with Colin Morgan tho, what's that about?)

I have no time to read fics, and yet two still managed to slip through my ban and knock my socks off:

Endless Midnights by [info]kagedtiger (and how much do I love her LJ handle? THIIIIIIS MUCH!)
Summary: After the events of "Midnight," The Doctor meets with one of the tourists who is not quite what he appears to be. This will totally change how you watch That Episode of Doctor Who. And yes, I *adore* the idea of Merlin living through time in disguise. So. Much. Love.

Pavlov Penis by [info]derryere
Summary: In which Merlin is hot for Arthur's bed, Arthur's hot for the laundry and there's this big fucking heatwave all over the place (?!) I discovered Derryere's writing through the most amazing RPS ever, but here she takes on Merlin/Arthur, and it's one of the most sensual and gorgeous and moody things I've ever read.

Now it's back to work for me. Oh, just to give you an idea where my head is, when I paid rent today I gave my landlord two checks, since I won't be here at the start of the next. He called to let me know that I wrote February on one and March on the other. Yeup, apparently I've lost an entire month. Where did it go???? *looks under couch*

Jan. 8th, 2009

good grief!

Is it just me, or is this the longest week in the history of ... ever? I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow when I'll have a break to take Molly to the vet ... yes, traipsing nearly a kilometre through knee-deep snow with an irate kitty is preferable to working.

*tries to think of something fun to share with lovely flist*

*fails and staggers off to collapse with the boob tube*

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