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I would just like to state that, now being the proud owner of a six-foot bear (the boy is smugly satisfied about his Valentine's present), I want to spend all my time curled up with it, reading.

For the record, the six-foot stuffed bear has a red bow tie (because bow ties are cool) and is named Sir Winston Leonard Spencer ChurchBear, because he needed to have an appropriately distinguished name to go with his bow tie. (That said, I call him Winnie more often than not.)

Hi, again. I can't seem to get back on the LJ wagon, let alone the fic-writing wagon. And my fannishness these days mostly consists of rewatching previous seasons of Castle and trying to get through the bleakness that is the first half of the third season of Farscape because I know things will get better! I know they will! It won't be all death and gloom! I think I spend so much time writing really complicated emails and other documentation at work, these days, that when I get home I can't face writing anymore.

Sigh. I think it's time for me to get back to reading. With the bear.

Okay, so.

Nov. 29th, 2011 07:26 am
wishfulaces: (jack--o'neill that is)
Is Livejournal crapping out on anyone else the past couple days, or is it me and my laptop?
wishfulaces: (AGATHA is for SCIENCE)
No, seriously, WTF, LJ? I haven't been able to get on at all in days. Apparently other people can, though?

Whatever, I kinda want to talk about Warehouse 13 some more )
wishfulaces: (Guildenstern)
Two Lumps webcomic from Friday, in which the latest LJ debacle with FB/Twitter rears its ugly head. HA.

I feel like I should have something profound, or at least nonsensical, to say. And I don't. I'm gonna go watch telly now. Or maybe get food. How's that for profound. (Good thing about mom visiting: LEFTOVERS.)
wishfulaces: (numbered)
I will not freak out about lack of time.

I will not freak out about applying for jobs.

I will not freak out about applying for grad programs (again).

I will not freak out about my career.

I will not freak out about concerts next week, and family and friends visiting.

I will not freak out about getting my holiday fics written in a timely fashion.

I will not freak out about money.

I will not freak out about next year.


Mostly, if I can not freak out about the lack of time? I shall survive the next couple weeks. I think. Maybe. Hopefully.

I have had the strong urge the past few days to make a casserole (because cooking is obviously the answer to lack of time). Something involving corn, potatoes, and possibly some kind of bread/crust-like topping. Anyone have any favorite recipes they'd care to share?

Also, why am I goofing off on LJ when I could be doing something useful??? In the fifteen minutes before I have to go to choir rehearsal oh gods I WILL NOT FREAK OUT ABOUT LACK OF TIME?
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
Actually, I really do feel sorry for the pig.

And then there's this. Which has nothing whatsoever to do with the above, as it's actually about preserving electronic records, but...uh...you kinda have to see it to believe it. And then possibly see it again because I still don't believe it.

Actually, the first session I attended at that conference last week was about video preservation. It was presented by a vendor, a very well-spoken man in a lovely suit, but as he got deeper into some of the lingo and some of the issues involved in preserving it (dude, I didn't even know there was such a thing as digital betacam; this is so far out of my scope), I could just see him hanging out at work in jeans, tinkering with his stuff to make it work right. He was such a geek. It was awesome.

Okay, and I am a sheep and am on dreamwidth. So, uh, if I haven't friended you over there yet, could you find me? (I have no plans to move. I'm just, y'know, a sheep. And as Digiman would no doubt tell you, backups are always a good thing. Uh-huh.)

I get to sleep in tomorrow. I think that might be the only thing that sustained me through a lot of this week.
wishfulaces: (fake)
Okay, Supernatural has earned my undying love after tonight's episode. Slapstick that works, boo-yah.

[livejournal.com profile] kseda started this again: Comment on this post. I'll choose seven userpics from your profile and you'll reply here (or you know, your own journal, whichever), explaining what they mean and why you're using them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along. Also, feel free to ask me about my icons here, as well.

Only *please* don't ask me to copy any more icon pictures because it tries my internets skillz waaaaaay too much. I'm sure there's an easier way that I have yet to discover. Story of my life.

Read more... )

As for that DW-companion meme? I got Sarah Jane. Does this mean I can have a Harry Sullivan of my very own?
wishfulaces: (thinking ian)
So I'm driving my friend to the airport early this morning--early for me--and I've got the radio on low, one of those Kiss FM stations, y'know, and there's a lull in the conversation and she starts laughing at me as I gently nod my head to the music.

"What?" I ask.

"You, listening to rap at eight in the morning," she said. "This is very un-hobbit-like."

"I am a modern hobbit," I said.

(I'm also fish-sitting for her while she's gone. Fish do not bark, or meow, or even oink. I have no way to communicate with Ben other than through using regular English. And waving a finger at him. Ah well.)

Yesterday I had forty icons uploaded. Today I have seventy. In the words of my uncle Buddy (probably), I might as well get my money's worth. So I pulled out a ton of icons I haven't used in forever. I figure if I get desperate enough I'll start making icons of every single companion and Doctor (so I'm maybe halfway there on the Doctors...). Or maybe every Goa'uld that was ever bitch-slapped by SG-1. That'd take up a few spaces. If being a little garish.

Speaking of which, I've just watched a whole buttload of Stargates in the past couple days. I adore getting new stuff to watch. It took me forever to figure that out, even after being a DW fan all my sorry young life. Rewatching/rereading is all fine and dandy, but it's the "What's going to happen next?" that's really so thrilling for a lil' geek like me.

Vala is my beautiful, beautiful crack. )

The end is in sight for my museum project. I met today with the prof I'm TAing for this semester, and I can tell it's gonna be a *very* different situation from last semester, even though I once again have two undergrad TAs to help. (Woo! Less grading for me.) I think I like my new prof--she wants to mess with the kids' minds. I dig that. I printed out an article for my Latin American reading seminar. Classes start up next week and--crap, I need a vacation.
wishfulaces: (cig withnail the LOOK)
Finally got around to getting rid of some icons & uploading some others this evening.

It is official. I have far too many Withnail and I-related icons. Also have far too many icons featuring Paul McGann. Also have extraordinary number of icons involving characters from "Secret Adventures of Jules Verne," which is just...odd. However, did finally find a chance to be bitter and caustic, *and* it made use of the ever-so-luverly-and-sweetly-optimistic Jules, so that's alright.

I got myself all prepared to stay up till two am to watch Paul McGann on A&E--later, in fact, because I would be all excited and hyper from finally getting to see some new McGann work and so wouldn't be able to fall asleep for hours--when I realised I actually did have a tape I could record the Poirot movie on, so that I could save it for another day (many, many other days, judging by the fact that he's in a three-piece suit and when I do shallow, I do strange shallow). A tape which, in fact, already has another McGann movie on it. Am still quite hyper now, though. At least the realisation that there was something else for me to watch with McGann in it did not this time lead to me jumping up and down in circles and screaming like a fangirl seeing the Beatles in concert in 1963.

For once.

Okay. Really need to get the plane tickets and figure out where the hell I'm spending that weekend in Chicago in November. And scrounge up somebody to stop me from doing something stupid when in Chicago. Oh yes.

It has been a very, very odd night on top of a day that consisted of never leaving the apartment and only doing homework (and rearranging bedroom furniture in the forlorn hope that no longer facing east/west will allow me to sleep better), and my brain is just not a very safe or sane place to be right now. Obviously.


Bugger! Am supposed to meet with a professor tomorrow. Keep putting it off. Don' wanna go tomorrow either. Buggery bollocking smeg crukking frell.

Yeah, that about covers it.
wishfulaces: (george)
So years ago, when time functioned differently than it does now, I memorized tapes. Lots and lots of tapes of music. So memorized that even now I'm trained to know when to flip from the 'A' to the 'B' side, that I only have to hear one song to know the order of every other song that comes after it, have every breath the singer takes in each and every song memorized.

(Then again, sometimes I can *still* recognize which episode it is after watching less than twenty seconds of a scene from "Hogan's Heroes.")

It's very soothing to listen to this Christine Lavin tape again.

There's this weird physical reaction I have to music. Usually at a crescendo, or when a choir is singing all at once, four or five different parts that compete for attention but still somehow intertwine and complement each other, or when the soloist sounds particularly clear and pure and strong and gorgeous. There's a buzz in my upper lip and elsewhere in my face, and a shiver that creeps--up my arms? Through my chest? Down my back? It's a very particular physical reaction that I only get under specific circumstances while listening to music and it's hard to describe when I'm not feeling it.

And a great big cuddle goes out to [livejournal.com profile] troyswann, who knows how poor I am and yet how desperately I need more than three LJ icons at any given time. :-D


Feb. 5th, 2004 12:05 am
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First, GIP. Wheee, [livejournal.com profile] troyswann! Thankee. You like what I've done?

I've also uploaded about half a dozen other new icons that I haven't had a chance to use properly. Alas.

Second off, the fact that it took me three tries to get my fingers in the right place to type that "first" tells you how long the day has been. Week. Term. Every night this week I told myself I was going to bed at midnight, because I've been constantly exhausted, and it hasn't happened yet. I've given up tonight, though I might get close again like I did last night.

I spend most days never seeing my apartment, and barely my own room. I'm gone from ten to eight in the morning to ten after ten at night and spend most of those hours actually here trying to sleep. Only right now I'm still too keyed up from rehearsal--images were clicking, inner monologue was showing itself finally, I was actively listening once Hecuba bloody got her lines, and once again we had a stage full of weeping young women. But for this play, that's actually kind of a good thing. And it really has been fun; I've been spending time with people I usually never get to see, or don't get to see enough, and oddly, perversely, this term is forcing me to take time, 'cos I spend the time with people rather than running off to do homework because I'm neurotic like that. I'm still neurotic, but I'm also shrugging and saying, "I've only got a half-hour between class and work call anyway; wanna run to the Giz?"

And my mom is one of the most wonderful people in the entire freaking world. I'm not sure she realises that, though I have been trying to get the point across lately. Maybe I should do something really nice for her and dad's anniversary (oh bugger in five days), if I can find the time...

Oh, and...

Jan. 26th, 2004 12:29 am
wishfulaces: (the beautiful shadowfax)
Perhaps all of three people on my friends list will get this icon, but it makes me snigger in childish glee.


I now also have a prototype "Up with the lil' people!" icon, which makes me giggle with childish glee, instead of snigger.

I think it's time I went to bed.
wishfulaces: (classy william powell)
I now have 40 pages of typed-up, transcribed letters saved to my hard drive (which is better than being saved to a disk, because obviously my backpack has a transdimensional hole in it that gobbles up only the disks I need but leaves behind the glob of disks containing family reunion pictures that I oh so obviously don't need). The files are slightly easier to read than the originals, but you don't get the cool texture of the paper, the grain of the ink, or the funky old-paper smell. On the other hand, the originals don't have the find function either.

This also means I'm writing my ass off this weekend in an attempt to have two presentable papers ready to give to my professor. Especially fun, when I don't really know what the devil I'm writing about. I don't dislike research. I dislike pulling it together into something with a thesis.

Not in a proper mood to enjoy new Who-ness, even if REG is rather wonderfully...something. Maybe next week will be better. Already noting the usual Cornell suspects from the first episode. This should probably worry me more than it does, as I haven't read any Cornell in a few years. But then, I have a Stupid Memory that can note things like that but not remember other things, like how old I am or what somebody said to me five minutes ago.

And on a slightly cheerier note, ask and ye shall receive, yeah? Was all set to take the plunge and buy more icons, but--hey. I can settle with five more. Sweetness. I have gone almost entirely retro.
wishfulaces: (fandom xover)
Observations made at dinner: Special K (TM) cereal flakes taste surprisingly like Rice Krispies...made of cardboard.

The table next over went directly from debating whether Virgil was pro- or anti-Augustan to DnD gaming & the crapness of X's character and arguing if Y's dwarf character was straight, gay, or bi.

And a few minutes after that: "I'll feng your shui."


"I'm in love. With a door."

So. I like doors. There's the one in Hamblin that likes to call after you teasingly, flirtatiously--"you don't reeeeeeaaaaalllly want to leave me, now, do you?" and then turns sulky at the last moment because you are, in fact, leaving it. "Fine! *crack*" And then there's the library's main door, which just today I discovered has the most pathetic, sad plea not to be left alone when you walk out. "Noooooo!--*squeak, sob*"


Sooo tempting to buy more icon spaces. So very, very tempting. Just spent a most unproductive hour or three fiddling about with new icons this evening, and have probably replaced at least half the set I had (and have so many more I'd like to put up...). Half of those are lovely, classy old actors that pre-date me by at least five or six decades (and I've just thought of another actor I'd like to get pics of to do silly things with). However, this icon is obviously not one of those.

I think I might have to explain this icon. The line? "Computer? Hello computer..." is, in fact, from one of the Star Trek movies. The one where they went back in time and saved the whales (because this is how everyone remembers this movie). Scotty, with a computer mouse. Joy for all concerned. And I find it somewhat pathetically geeky that I have a crossover icon. *sighs sadly*

It's amazing how, when you are quite happily ignoring the fact that you have far more productive things to do, the time moves very slowly. But, when you think of something you could be doing--say, working on resume, emailing somebody to be a reference, even doing RPG stuff--suddenly it's midnight and you're all, "crap! I've gotta go to bed! Crap!"

Which is probably why the past four or five hours have gone quite agreeably.

And last, but not least, that meme-thing: )
wishfulaces: (darkandbroody)
[livejournal.com profile] troyswann is my goddess (well, she does co-rule the Universe with me). Everyone, bow down before [livejournal.com profile] troyswann and wear a boonie in her honour. Oh, and write her drabbles, because she deserves them.

Woo! When I get back to my computer, I can fiddle about and put up more icons! Because I have a paid account! Woo-hoo!


Tomorrow, I brave St. Louis traffic to drive to the other side of Missouri. I want my mommy. If I'm not back at school by Tuesday, somebody please send out a search party...actually, no; I might just have holed up in Forest Park and be refusing to leave the museums.


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