fantasticmuse

I just listened to all five hours of the audiobook version of Written by the Victors, a SGA magnum opus that has no rivals for scope, creativity and a richly imagined universe. In any fandom. In any writing, period.

For those of you who don't want to slog through 50,000 words or five hours of audio (do it anyway), the story can be summed up as this: "History became legend, legend became myth, and things that should not have been forgotten were lost."

It's a gorgeous story of the founding of a new people, told in parts through the opinions of those who were never there, and in parts by the people who lived it. Basically? It's like listening to a fascinating NPR documentary, interrupted by a woman with a gorgeous British voice who would like to read me porn. Awesome.


And my iTunes decided to follow it with Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."

I have no idea what that means.

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Work goes well. Actually I mostly have been trying to acclimate to actually working a regular 8-5 job. It's been strange. Getting up in the morning blows, but yes we all knew that. Usually the work makes it worth it, it's the getting there that's the problem. Compounded by the several inches of snow we now have. Oh, Minnesota. And also La Nina.

One of my munchkins is the king of non sequitur, to my delight. A typical conversation between us goes like this:

Me: Awesome job! What letter is this? *holds up a letter card*
Him: *stares blankly, breaks into a grin* I'm ELEVEN!
Me: ...yes. Yes you are! Way to be!

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That being said, hi! I hope you're all doing splendidly. Do tell me what you've been up to, as I've been a bit... busy. *falls over*

"I've decided I want to be a five-year-old when I grow up. A five-year-old or a postcard maker. Yeah."


-Jenna

"Al Gore, you are an inconvenient truth, aren't you?"


-Jenna, out of nowhere and fondly to a picture of Al Gore in a magazine.

Whew, this week has felt like a marathon. And for now particular reason, too, other than just a bunch of homework. Stupid capstone courses.

Anyhow, I survived today, which means my life gets easier. It seemed most everything was due today. Although the second I stop running in circles is when my body decides it can start up with the coughing, so I'll be keeping a close eye on that.


I'd also just like to note that "I swear to GOD there are thieving gnomes in my room" is possibly the best quote that has ever come out of the brains of my friends. Oh, so special.


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I am taking this course on poetry which is quite exciting. We've written and performed our own work (for some reason, when it comes to poetry, the idea of this scares the everloving hell out of me. not anything else, just poetry. I'm positively giddy by the time class is over and I've actually gotten through the reading.)

Anyway, we were discussing word meanings and the prof mentioned that he has only seen the word "amidst" used in Minnesota and North Dakota, at least with regularity. So I'm asking you guys, how about it? Have you ever heard/seen the word "amidst" used in your region of the world?

Also, you should give me ideas of poems to memorize and perform. You know you want to.

"I CAN'T HELP IT THAT I LOOK LIKE A PORN STAR!"
-Michelle, on she always seems to play the part of "the slut"


Cassie: Look, a baby seal! *squee*
Tiffany: Do you know what they do to baby seals, Cassie?
Cassie: *cries*


"Oh, come on. He has to have had one moment where he goes 'Where am I and where are my pants'?"
-Tiffany, on Pippin's thoughts after his ride with Shadowfax and Gandalf.


"Anyway, My computer sucks and keeps jumping off the internet. ...I wonder if computers can commit suicide? Oh wait, MINE ATTEMPTS DAILY!
DAMN COMPUTER, JUST END IT ALREADY! NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU!"
-captaincooze



Here's a fun link. It's badgers. Fear for your sanity.



So anyway, that's my life. Tune in next time for more random crap.



ETA: Hey Dana, I'm half done on the fic. I'm being kidnapped to a movie, but I'll finish it as soon as I'm home. =D