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[Jul. 14th, 2009|01:10 am] |
I think I'm entering shedding period, and oh man, bad timing.
-First time I've had a relationship
- War and Peace show in two weeks
- Translation to finish, so I'm stuck in Swindon.
And once again I have the overwhelming urge to claw my skin off and scrap fucking everything and join the army or move to America or become a militant member of Greenpeace and blow up whalers.
Fuck. Not again. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|07:49 pm] |
Thank you for the prompt responce ;D the term 'paramour' has been approved by said paramour.
In other news, I have a lava lamp. I have wanted one for ages and now I have it. It is yelow and blue, and the blobs are translucent and faintly green. It's like having jellyfish in a tube. And I like jellyfish. |
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| Advice |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|04:24 pm] |
Okay. I know I haven't posted about it in this journal, but it's a bit hard to narrow down when it happened and well, this journal tends to be more for fic and stree-relieving than RL. Anyway, to the point - I have met someone. He in lovely, kind, friendly and funny, we like a lot of the same things and he doesn't mind dressing as an SS officer in order to flog me (or me dressing as an SS officer and him as a Mossad agent for the same).
Anywho, we've known each other for over seven months now (actually getting together was a more fluid process that's harder to pin down), and I think I really ought to find some way of introducing him to aquintances.
Boyfriend? Ick. No. Apart fromt he fact that he is largely older than me, the word was spoilt to me forever since secondary school.
Partner? Makes me sound like a lesbian, which would be misleading.
Friend? Works for Past Tense, not for this. Unlike my characters, Iactually talk to people.
Significal other? Close, but a bit of a mouthful.
So, help. Anyone got any ideas? Everything sounds contrived or overlong. Any advice? |
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| Meme from Everyone |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
Inspired by Doctor Who's "Turn Left:" Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change. Something tiny (e.g. "and then Fay chose silver glitter instead of gold") or big (e.g. "and then Rose was arrested instead of Jack") and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|11:01 am] |
Okay, I don't want to translate this any more. I can deal with characters making this worse by their very involvement. I can deal with characters not actually doing anything. I can deal with the constant breakings of Godwin's Law. I really can't deal with this. I am not translating this pile of homophobic shit. This is sick. I want a wash.
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| Okay, moment's rant |
[Jul. 2nd, 2009|11:26 pm] |
In the book I'm translating, there's a fight on the moon where the character have to stop this THING (never quite specified what) which is killing a lot of people. The character blow it up with nuclear reactors, which kills everyone on the moon anyway and knocks a big chunk out of the moon which then falls and crushes London.
Humanydyne, how the f*** was that supposed to be a success? That thing probably couldn't even get off the moon you bunch of retards.
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[Jul. 2nd, 2009|08:59 pm] |
So, Council tax has been paid, so we are unlikely to go to jail. Weather is lovely. WW2 German belt buckle was £10 (I love portabello). Book has 38 or so pages to go. And I'm in mutual love.
Happy, happy days. |
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| For the Reich |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|01:27 pm] |
So this morning, we went digging for nazi gold.
Silver, actually.
In fact, it was a replica. A replica SS ring that I was careless enough to drop on the beach and thought lost. Thankfully, due to the genius of my commanding officer, we managed to retireve the buried treasure before any pesky americans could beat us to it. So 90 minuters and half a dune later, I have my ring back, and am feeling, very very happy.
Lulz and joy to all.
Skull (ring) Bearer. |
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| Work Update and WTF |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|12:49 pm] |
Now reached page 60, another 48 to go.
Also, dude. This book is seriously WTF. I started off thinking it was a fairly dark sort of Marvel universe, where you play as part of a Hellboy-ish
Agency aimed at keeping the peace. After reading on a little way I came to the conclusion a closer metaphor would be playing as members of a Judenrat in a 1940 Jewish ghetto. Seriously dude, WFT? The rest of the world is friggin' mental and the moment the 'mutant' homeland collapses (which looks to be in the next few years) they'll break of the Death Camps.
And you are suppsoed to be defending these people? Seriously, if Magneto was in this world I'd make him president, give him a canister of gasoline and leave him to it.
This book is beyond warped. I mean, work is work, and it's fun in its own right, but grief.
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|09:27 pm] |
I have a new MP3, as the last one finally gave up the ghost after two years (it had belonged to my dad before hand, so that's way beyond the warrenty anywho). I decided that I wanted something nice, soemthing better than the last one. So let me introduce... Rock. I call it rock as it's a bit bigger than my little Zen Stone, which was for value for money the best MP3 available at the time. And tiny, so tiny it is no longer 'tiny' but 'cute'.
So, rock. It has 4 gig, a tiiiny little screen (okay, I'll stop now, but seriously, small things are cute) and apparently it has a battery life of 27 hours. I'll believe it when I see it, but I think it's fair bet it will be a longer life than my last one. It is also relatively straightforward to use and it only took me about three minutes to work out how to use it (the first two spend finding the little 'unlock' switch). And it plays 'rock n roll! ("this is known as a pune or play on words,"- Terry Pratchett)
I've done my page count for the day (actually one extra, but that's cool, and giving myself the weekend off because, I'm not sure I'll have time for that. Tomorrow I'm protesting with the anons, which could end up with us in Trafalgar square protesting Iran, because this seems to be the next big thing for anon. Ah well, maybe if we protest with them, they'll protest with us, and could drown scientology under a crowd of angry Iranians. A good cause is, after all, a good cause.
So tired right now, long walk+dead MP3 stress+7 pages work= zzzzzz....
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| Work Update (2) |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|12:24 am] |
38 pages in.
38/109= 2.8
71 pages to go. Try to up to six pages a day, 3 in the moring, 3 in the evening. |
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| Work Update |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|04:54 pm] |
31 pages in.
31/109= nearly a third of the way through. |
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| Minotaur is dead |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|11:48 pm] |
http://community.livejournal.com/escapade_con/65683.html
This is the guy's whose 'Minotaur's Sex Tips For Slash Writers' is the only reason my porn fics were not far, far, far worse. And he is dead. Of a heart attack :'(. Dude. This is so not a happy place right now.
Dude.
Oh man.
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| Bigotry is a disease |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|03:23 pm] |
This
In other news, when I went to see my father the other day we had a long talk, part of which degenerated into him ranting about 'the Jews'. I sort of sat there with my mouth open because this is something I expect from Mengele and co and my usual answer (beating their heads against the wall until they shut up was not really applicable in that case. My father then quickly added 'Not that I'm anti-semitic' and I just burst out laughing 'No, you just making sweeping generalisations, Not anti-semitic at all'. |
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| Poking Holes |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|01:02 am] |
"I have a sore throat."
2000 BC : "eat this root"
1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."
1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."
1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."
2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root."
Umm... at which point in this sequence has it been established that the root doesn't work?#
Sorry, this just bugs me, if the roots works as well as the antibiotic, I'd rather take the root kthnx |
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| I has a Job! |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|07:16 pm] |
And for once it is not dead end. It is working from home, and actually has some prospects and is something that would actually look good on my CV. I am translating gamebooks! The internship place needed a French to English translator, and apparently they liked me enough to take me on for hopefully-more-than-one-book. Anyway, working on the first book. It's fairly interesting, 109 pages long and fairly straightforward. It's like World of Darkness mixed with equal parts Marvel, Watchmen and Hellboy, so it's pretty fun. Done 21 pages so far.
21/109 = 1/5 |
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[Jun. 10th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
So, first my country votes in two neo-nazis, and now this.
Just... not in my reality okay? Life is becoming less fun when you have several Holocaust victims in your head all trying to think of a safe place to move to before it's too late, and for all my reasoning all I'm getting is an overwhelming desire to hide under my bed, which, since my bed is on blocks, is an impossibility.
The SS are not going to get you, and anyway this body is French Catholic far back enough for them not to bother, so the worst that could be anticipated is to be forced out of the country. Which, BTW, should the BNP get into power, by that time Erik, Charles and Mirek would have had me more to Australia or Singapore or a nice deserted island somewhere.
IhatemylifeIhatemylifeIhatemylife THIS WORLD SUCKS.
And it was such a nice day too.
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[Jun. 10th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
To sort out train of thought.
I have takenb my bicycle to Peter's house, Peter lives in Swindon and I thought a bicycle would be useful there.
My mother let me borrow the bicycle even though my stepfather uses it.
It is now a few months later and she wants it back.
I said I could but it would have to wait because I need to have my work chair taken down to London first and there's only space for one thing on the boot-rack.
My mother gives me a guilt trip and I reluctantly agree to have the bike back first even though I really need the chair now I'm working from home. It's only after I hang up I realise hold on a sec, it's my bloody bike!
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