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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.

----

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!

<33333333333

----

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*

Um.

Oct. 31st, 2007 10:09 pm
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Right, so. Where to begin?


Monday

Met Roommate #2. Looked at apartments. The first was too hot, the second was too cold, but the third was juuuuuuuuuust right.*

Got applications for said third apartment. Which is 10 minutes from my work. Bonus!

Met the boy for dinner. Went to his place and hung out with his roomies. They are fun.

Went to the Cousin's place ~35 minutes away.

Crashed.

and the rest of the time has been as follows )

And now, here I am. Still waiting on the apartment (which is a very nice two bedroom, with approximately 950 square feet), enjoying time with the Cousin, enjoying my time at work. Not a bad place to be.


Also: I was gonna ask you guys what you thought about LJ and its deserving-moneyness since my account was going to expire soon. But I forgot to ask your opinion and also to pay. Problem solved.


Also also: I am going to do Nano, just not officially signed up. Because that's how I roll. I suppose you can comment here if you want to be on a special filter or summat.





*with hot meaning small and cold meaning expensive.

**Surprisingly, I kinda liked it. Lol.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Eowyn)
[livejournal.com profile] vensre and I are making poems.

A few days ago she chose the theme "the strange appeal of glasses." She went on to pick a challenging form-- Sapphic Ode. Here's what I managed:


"The trick's in glass"

Square frames, curved lens-- one look and I'm gone, each time.
Silk smiles, silk suits, you keep them: they don't suit me
The trick's in glass and one look can break and
make my heart shake-pound

Shed your dress and throw your new shoes away but
leave your glasses right where they are-- so you can
see my knees go weak and my eyes alight just
watching you be you


My thoughts and a link to Venna's lovely poem )

***

In other news, I worked at what's called a "grief camp" today. It's a day camp for kids who have lost a close relative. When I got there, my file for my camper said: "Age, 5. Grade, Kindergarten. B******'s mom died around 8:00 from a blood clot when she was home alone with her. Dad came home around noon and found her and mom. B****** feels she should have known how to call for help, but couldn't. Grandpa died the next day on 12/02."

Seriously. Is there any way to read that without having your heart break?

She was a beautiful girl with bright blue eyes. She didn't talk a whole lot, which was her prerogative, I think. She hung in there the whole day like a trooper, though. Pretty long day for such a little thing. She opened up a bit more in one-on-one and she loved playing outside at the park. She never mentioned her mom at all, except at one point out of the blue when we were coloring.

"Two people in my family died," she said.

"Yeah, I know, sweetie, your mom and grandpa," I said.

Then she nodded and went back to coloring her memory box. A few minutes later she said "I don't know how to spell Michelle."

"Why do you want to spell Michelle?"

"That was my mom."

I wrote it for her on the outside of the box.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Liv Tyler)
The song that defines my life right now? "I Never" by Rilo Kiley.

I have been struggling to stay on my meds for the past few days. This is bad because my blood sugar is going to be fucked beyond all reason if I don't shape up. Sigh.

Tonight I feel plagued by insecurities, quite a contrast to last night's ambition. I'm fretting about this job business. I think this is caused by 80% insecurity and 20% thinking too damn much. The whatifs as Shel Silverstein would call them.

On the other hand, I'm re-reading "Monstrous Regiment" and that's always a delight.

And my iTunes has been doing its best to console me, playing "Strength, Courage, Wisdom" and "Safe and Sound" one after another without any prompting from me. *pets the iTunes oracle* Sometimes music's all you have, really.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Default)
I have a lot of things I want to say, but I am severely ADD tonight.

*

I'm getting files ready for pre-school screening on Tuesday. So far we've had an Anakin, and best of all, twins named Este Lorien and Varda Elentari.

I am so not kidding.

They have an older sister named Galadriel.

*

[livejournal.com profile] kerminator2003, you might find this somewhat... ironic/amusing? Eli's wife Liz asked me if I wanted to work at the camp-- apparently they're short-staffed. I have to go and talk to them on Tuesday.

Which is to say, I might be working at a Bible Camp.

*

I've been to my mom's class several days now. All the kids recognize me, and mom introduced me as her daughter. Today when I arrived at the school, mom's back was to me and she didn't know I was there until one of the kids smiled and said "Teacher, teacher! Your mom is here!"

Mmhmm. That's about it right there.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Default)
This took a hella long time:


Journals )

Other places-- twitter, etc. )

Immediate points of contact:

Chat:
AIM- Runfordarkness
MSN- classified unless I know you IRL
Yahoo- Fantasticmuse
Jabber- Fantasticmuse at livejournal

Email:

Gmail- fantasticmuse at
Yahoo- fantasticmuse at
Livejournal- fantasticmuse at
Hotmail- classified, unless I know you IRL


Okay, good enough for now. A note on AIM,etc policy: Please, add me! But I am very shy at first (shut up, peanut gallery, I am) and you'll probably have to be the first to contact me. I also rarely IM someone when their away message is up, I hate to interrupt. So if you're one of those with it always up, ping me first or I'll never ping you. =D
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Very sleepy tonight, I'll catch up on comments and the like tomorrow. :)

Three things:

Sir Ian needs to be my sparkly gay gentleman caller.

I got to put in my two weeks at work. :D

If you would all send positive job-type thoughts at me, I would appreciate it. Something looking good on the horizon, but I don't want to jinx it.



An old favorite )


Meh. LJ crapped the formatting and I can't be bothered to fix it. To see the original, and correct (and awesome) formatting, go here.

In other news, I watched bits of due South today. I have this habit of reading fic before I see the canon-- I've been reading due South fic for years. Today I was bored and had access to youtube and, well...

how come no one told me Paul Gross' voice was so goddamn sexy! FIRED, THE LOT OF YOU.

My world has tilted. O.O
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Lords of the Mark)
A bit late, today, because I'm feeling lazy.

And a poem that I wrote, today, because I'm lazy. :P

I suck at giving titles to things )


I tell you what. There's nothing quite like dealing with your boss' family and their emotional issues, a guest's potentially fatal respiratory attack, a panicked assistant trying to secure lodging for his (very wealthy and important) boss, and two crates of smashed wine glasses.

Oh, my job.

On a related note, I am still hunting for jobs. There's an opening at a library that sounds interesting that I think I'll try next. Sigh.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Liv Tyler)
Today is one of those days where I just can't win. I'm cranky for no discernible reason, work was filled with suck, my stomach's hurting again after a fairly good month or so, The Boy is being irritating...

And also, I have been working on a cover letter for nigh on three weeks now and have gotten approximately nowhere. I can't do this, guys, I just can't. :/ Why can't they just look at my resume and then call me for an interview. I'm -great- at interviews. I am lame at cover letters.

Anybody know how to write the damn things? Everything I type sounds juvenile at best and simpering and stupid at worst.

Baaaaaaaah, grumpy.

I want to take a couple hours off from the world and read a book in my bed, but I really have to get this cover letter done and everything sent. I'm running out of time.

ETA: I fucking finished it, I am awesome. But you know what is -not- awesome? Livejournal. We're gonna have to see how this shit goes down, people, because it's getting to a level of nasty I hadn't anticipated.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Bitch please)
1. If you were writing a comic book about me would I be a hero or villain?
2. What would my hero or villain be called?
3. What would my super powers be?
4. Who would be my arch-nemesis?
5. Would I have a sidekick, and if so what would they be called?
6. How did I get my powers?
7. Describe my costume.
8. What is my weakness?




FURTHERMORE. Livejournal, stop being ass. Fandom, please express yourself logically and without the paranoid screaming we're all so fond of. World, cut me a little slack, here, okay?


THAT IS ALL.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Default)
Scene: Visiting the Grandparents, because Grandpa broke his leg.

Grandma: Oh, and we've been watching the Millionaire show, and Jeopardy and it's been a good time. We do pretty well!

Grandpa: *laughs a little*

Grandma: I tell you what, you sure can learn some things when you watch these shows!

Grandpa and Me: *smile and nod*

Grandma: *not stopping* And you can just bet that we'd do fine if we were on one of those shows! We're just learning all the time!

Grandpa: Yeah, now if only we could remember any of it.

Me: ... ahahahahahahah yes. <3.




Scene: Dinner

Mom: (after collaring Papa in the kitchen and kissing him) Wanna go to prom with me?
Papa: No.
Mom: !
Papa: I'll go somewhere with someone else. Some babe.
Mom: What makes you think that some babe will want you, old man?
Papa: ...good point.





Scene: Shopping with Mom

Me: God, the wind is so cold!
Mom: (at the top of her lungs) IT SUCKS THE BIG ONE!
Me: ...
Mom: ...whatever that means.





Scene: Mom and Papa are getting ready for church

Mom: Do you have offering?
Papa: No, that can wait 'til Sunday.
Mom: ...yeah, Jesus is dead. He won't miss it.
Papa: We'll wait 'til he's risen again and then we'll give him money.

(The get ready to leave)

Me: Well, have fun with dead Jesus! *waves*
Mom and Papa: We will!
fantasticmuse: Shocking (mistress)
Ladies and Gentlemen and Denizens of Livejournal:

I live.

No, seriously. Not only do I live, but I live well. I do not feel like shit. I am no longer diseased. When I woke up this morning after eight hours of sleep (as I have gotten for the past two weeks) I didn't feel so exhausted I could cry.

Like a light in the darkness, good glory and hallelujah. It's an absolutely beautiful day outside. When I woke up, it was to sun and warmth. I stumbled out of the bedroom, to the living room, where I noticed that Tiff had gone and left the door open. I went to close the door when I noticed two things. One, I could hear she and Ryan talking in his apartment and two, there was the most delicious smell ever in the hallway.

Ryan had made homemade croissants. From scratch. Omg. *eats them ALL*

So, what have I been up to? I shall update in bullet form, because while I feel fine, I am still lazy beyond all reasoning of nature.

* Been looking for a job. I was informed that I'm getting kicked off my parent's insurance on May 31st. I need a job with benefits or a job that pays enough for me to secure insurance by then.

* In connection with said job, I'm looking at moving to Minneapolis. I am not opposed to moving other places, so long as those other places are a city. Wherever the job market leads me, I guess.

* News flash! Newspaper Adviser still an asshole. More at ten.

* Nah, I'm not gonna write any more about him. He's an asshole.

* I'm, uh, gonna go have coffee with him in a couple hours. Fuck.

* I bought a new home for my fishy! It's a much larger, pretty, glass bowl. He is v. happy.

Yeah, that's about it.

But now that I'm feeling better, you know what to expect. An enormous cate picspam of wellness. It will be happing, friends, oh yes.

Now, tell me good things in the comments. Porn, happy thoughts, pictures, whatever. I deserve good things, dammit. If you can't think of anything good, comment anyway and I will provide a happy thought for you.


With love,
El
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Dear life, the universe, and everything,

Okay, I am tired of being diseased. I have survived two weeks of a sore throat. I have survived a week of having the most disgusting eyes ever. But really, having to go to the ER last night because my nose wouldn't stop bleeding for 45 minutes? And waking up with a cough rattling in my lungs and sounding like pneumonia?

Fuck. Off. This is so not on.

-[livejournal.com profile] fantasticmuse

*

Dear Ed Norton,

Dammit, warn a girl before you wander around on tv dressed as a priest. Even with that awful hair.

Ow. My ovaries.


So yours you can't even believe it,
[livejournal.com profile] fantasticmuse
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Grace)
I am in the throes of a deathplague. Same virus my roommie had, but it's hanging around for an extra week.


Also I got a case of conjunctivitis in both eyes that was so bad it made my doctor freak out and call in another doctor just to see. My eyes are red from broken blood vessels and infection and my eyes glow blue like I'm an extra in Dune because of it.

It's wicked gross and I have pictures.



My throat hurts. *sadface*




In news made of less suck, spring break was ok. Over the weekend we went down to terrorize the Boy. We went to the Conservatory, two art museums, several good restaurants and, best of all, a hockey game.


Here, have some pictures that aren't of my diseased eyes.

Read more... )
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Default)
Mom has decided, after a flurry of cleaning, that the correct response to showing the house is to leave town. We're going to Minneapolis overnight and hopefully I can do a little clothes shopping. Also I'm going to pester The Boy.


*packs*
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Beauty)
oh, I was going to make a big long post but then I sat down and realized I was tired and probably I should use what energy I have for doing a tm prompt and other stuff that's not my life.

So, in no particular order:


*Went to church tonight, because it's Soup and Sandwich (yes, I'm all for free food) and also because it's Holden Evening and the music's just too good to miss.

*My parent's pastor is a huge comics dork. He spent much of the service quizzing people about what powers Superman, Batman and The Hulk had. There was a point, somewhere, I wasn't listening so closely at that point.

*The powercord to my laptop finally died. I'm using the ghetto-ass 1st gen clamshell iBook that belongs to my dad but never gets used because we have new shinies to play with.

*My grandma wants to see Borat. She bought it and everything. This should be deeply disturbing, but isn't. 'Cause it's crazy grandma!

*Anthony Stewart Head needs to sing to me all the time. I demand it.

*I am really torn between a bath and writing.

Bath-- would be lovely and relaxing, but probably cut short because Mom goes to bed at like 7pm and the nice bath is in the master bathroom.

Writing-- would be productive.



Okay I am rambling, now. *hits post*
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Denethor)
Ugh.

Many, many things have gone wrong with today and I am demanding a do-over, dammit. Also, if anyone knows a good voodoo cure for the headcold from hell, please feel free to share with me.


For now, a love letter. Of sorts.


Dear [livejournal.com profile] thiran,

Today, in class, one of my professors kept explaining that "together, we have synergism."

It took all my restraint to keep me from yelling "SYNERGISM, JANE."

This is all your fault.


Your mother's a whore,
-[livejournal.com profile] fantasticmuse



That's all. Carry on.
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Blue)
It occurred to me that I never really post about what my day to day life is like. I think I'll try that for a while, see if it's any more/less boring than anything else.


So this morning, when I woke up? It was raining. Rain and rain and rain falling down onto our driveway and the dead trees and the brown grass. This may not seem so strange, but let me remind you of two things. 1. It is 21 December and 2. MY HOME IS IN MINNESOTA. I should not even be able to see the grass at this point. Everything should be mind-blindingly white for a million miles. But it is not.

So, I got up, put on my robe and went downstairs. Where I decided that I hated everything and ranted about bastard politicians and global warming. I was, um. I was the only person awake in the house, but whatever. It made me feel better.

Then The Grandmother came over (She has yet to earn the affectionate title of Gran, today) and stole our christmas decorations to put up at her house. Yes. This is a thing that happens, I just go with it. She bitched a bit about my sleeping habits, the state of our basement and having to see our family for christmas. "But," she said brightly, "my back is feeling better!"

"Oh?" I say cautiously. "When did that happen?"

"Oh, this morning. I just woke up and it didn't hurt."

"Okay... did you do something different? Heating pad, anything?"

"Oh no! It just felt better!"

"Really? No advil or anything?"

"Well. I have been taking more muscle relaxers."

"..." "How much more?"

"Well, you're only supposed to take one at night..."

"..." *facepalm* "Look, Grandma. Go home and don't drive anymore today, okay?"


...yeah.

Anyway, then I woke the boy up (We don't use alarm clocks-- my parents wake me up, I wake my brother up and so it has been since the beginning of time) and bitched at him about global warming, politicians and The Grandmother. "Um," he said. "Before you get too worked up, why don't you look outside?"

So I did.

It was snowing. Big, fat, happy flakes of snow.

I'm okay now.

:)
fantasticmuse: Shocking (Eowyn)
Well.

Most of my plans for this afternoon have been effectively killed, as I went to take a half-hour nap at 1:30 and woke up four hours later. Dammmit, I have too much to do to be sleeping like that.

So, in lieu of finishing one of the eight million things I have to do to get ready to put a paper out this weekend, I will tell you a story. Yes, I realized I've been like the walking dead recently.




So, you all remember Super Cool Comm Prof, right? The one who scared me half to death by calling me from the hospital?

Well, she's not Super Cool for no reason.
She got her first degree in math... )




Alright, all that aside, there is something I'd like to say.

If you are on my flist, I read your journal. Every single entry, for the most part. I'm absolute shit at commenting and even posting my own entries because my life's really busy. And you know what? I don't feel bad about that.

But I do want to reassure people. If you're here, I read you. Fic, angst posts, random spam, I promise I read it all, even if I don't say anything. I often think of you all. I hope that you all know that I'm willing to lend an ear to you at any time, and I'm easy to find. AIM and LJ Talk and my email are all in my profile. I know I hate to randomly IM people because I feel like I'm interrupting something. So here's your permission to ping me whenever you want about whatever you want.

I tend to do a lot better expressing myself over chat and the phone, anyway. Journal entries and comments seem so... formal, as though there are rules I might break.

Anyway, I just wanted to say all that.

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