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[May. 21st, 2013|09:02 am]
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I just set off the fire alarm for the whole block because I set fire to my toast. There wasn't a noticeable move towards the exits by my fellow occupants, but oops nonetheless.
There was much toing and froing at work yesterday with HR persons going round the partners' offices having meetings. Jesus, you'd think they'd have the sense to do it off the floor rather than in glass offices, as it's ramping up the stress for us all.
I've got no work to do either, as the partners are busy in meetings, and the little bits and pieces I've got to do aren't getting done because (a) I've run out of shit to give, and (b) partner review isn't available.
I can't eat at the moment for stress. Usually I eat more, and you can ascribe each spare tyre I have to a particular exam or happening, but now I can't face anything that isn't crunchy or chocolatey and preferably both.
Hence the setting fire to the toast.
And I am sleeping an awful lot.
However, a grasp needs to be obtained on life, if not people's necks, and there are only three more days until the cull is announced, and then it's the long weekend. Till then, all I can do is keep buggering on. |
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| Out of NOWHERE! |
[May. 20th, 2013|11:15 pm]
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Today, I was going about my business, doing work-type things. You know, just everyday, run of the mill work stuff. All of a sudden, my brain explodes with this phrase:
STATE OF GRACE
And my muse says, rather smugly, "That's what the title of your Avengers angel fic will be called."
Funny how that happens.
I really should work a lot more and see if this doesn't happen all the time. *grins*
Also, I am so happy with the response to my last story. I have to tell you guys that I was really, really worried about it. I'm still nit-picky about the way certain parts came out (but I won't tell you what parts those are unless, well, you work with me and then it sort of all comes out when I'm bored and I tell you, ad nauseum, what I don't like about my stories) but that's water under the bridge because my motto is "You Can't Change What You Post On AO3 After You Post It". Seriously considering getting that on a crest or a tattoo or something.
But I was also scared of writing this because it's probably the closest I've come to putting myself in my stories. I'm that girl in the corner, struggling to look like she understands but she really doesn't and so she goes along with whatever is dragging her downstream and she's too afraid to scream, "STOP for a minute and let me catch my breath and UNDERSTAND." She lets people put labels on her that aren't true and there isn't anyone around to answer her questions because she can't just ask anyone because what if they get offended.
I didn't write any on the second story today because I was tired and this story is going to take a lot out of me. I want it to be as real as this one was. In a way, all three of these story ideas hit me upside the head and said, "WRITE TRUTH" and so I shall.
The internet is an amazing place. I'll never be at a place in my life where I will fit in. Oh, I'll mash my square peg into the round hole of this existence but it will never be an easy fit. It's what I've chosen and so I've only myself to blame. But the internet... man, you can show things here that you never show in real life. Not that I'm a different person but I'm more real on this screen than any other place. It's both scary and exhilarating. I wouldn't have it any other way. |
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| I finally figured out what ticks me off about Star Trek Into Darkness |
[May. 20th, 2013|12:39 pm]
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We went and saw it last night, our final night in Phoenix, so we could see it in a really good theatre. And frankly, I was disappointed. It was good for a summer action movie, and it wasn't bad for science fiction, but some aspects of the story I was very unhappy with. My wife and I talked about it all the way home, well, all the way back to my parent's house. We had some similar complaints.
And since it's a new movie that some may not have seen yet, I'm putting the rest under a cut.
And if you want to read some criticism of the science, take a look at the Bad Astronomy blog: http://www.slate.com/blogs/bad_astronomy/2013/05/17/bad_astronomy_review_star_trek_into_darkness.html
And frankly, this diminishes my interest in seeing what Abrams does with Star Wars. I expected a lot more out of his Trek reboot, for me he did not deliver.
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| The muse is getting feisty! |
[May. 19th, 2013|08:01 pm]
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I did a "This is what I have to do" email for Aster but never really made a list for myself. It's been muddling around in my head, getting me all shivery when I can't remember what I need to be working on (because the answer is always SOMETHING, after all).
This week:
-Finish up TBBT (Missy finally gets some say in her life) story
-Start (START!) the Sherlock (BBC) (Harry has a long talk with her brother) story
After:
-Map out Where Were They story for MarvelBang
-Consider mapping out Felicity and Diggle are awesome moments for DCBang
...rewatch finale to see if there's anything I can mine toward this end
-Start writing ![[community profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png) intoabar story (Felicity from Arrow & Todd from SGA)
Oops! I know there is something else there but now I can't remember what it is!
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out. |
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| Fic: Initiation Into This Life (Avengers) |
[May. 19th, 2013|07:05 pm]
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I've completed my first of three stories for queer_fest! Hooray!
Title: Initiation Into This Life (or: 5 times Clint told the truth and one time she didn't)
Fandom: Marvel movie!verse
Pairing/Characters: main: Clint Barton (female), Natasha Romanoff - secondary: Nick Fury, Phil Coulson
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 5202
Prompt: Everyone else thinks Clint is a guy. Clint doesn’t really bother correcting them. for queer_fest
Warnings: hints at Clint’s less-than-happy beginnings
Author's Note: I saw this prompt and wanted to write it. I started writing and found myself in a darkness, wondering that I'd ever considered it. I asked ![[profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) hufflepuffsneak what she thought of the story so far and she liked it. Without the quiet encouragement, I would never have finished this.
Summary: Clint Barton has the Black Widow in the cross-hairs of her bow but stays her impulse as she realizes that this woman has seen things, in this first meeting, that not even the people who know her best have ever realized. I was told you were one thing, yet I see you are completely another.
Here at AO3
Part of this story was inspired by this art by Lettie (from Tumblr)
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out. |
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[May. 19th, 2013|08:34 am]
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I'm going to try keeping up with my goodreads account again. My id is still mbmoore123. I apparently haven't logged in since November 2011. Not going to even try catching up with the books I read inbetween. |
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| Nuit des musées |
[May. 19th, 2013|12:23 am]
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J'ai plus de pieds, j'ai fait assez de tâches sur mon haut pour en faire de l'art moderne (et pouvoir re-manger chinois demain) mais j'ai passé une excellente soirée !
Exactement ce dont j'avais besoin après la semaine pourrie que j'ai eue.
Palais de Tokyo et Musée Guimet. En excellente compagnie.
\o/
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| Book Review: The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton |
[May. 18th, 2013|08:20 pm]
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The Man Who Was Thursday, the title alone makes you want to grab the book. It definitely helps that since its publication in 1908, the book has gone through a series of covers, each better than the next.
The book begins with a poem called the ‘Nightmare’, which I posted on my blog recently, and seems to suggest that the entire book was just a horrid old dream. The first chapter too paints a psychedelic imagery of red brick houses and red sunset and a red haired man, i.e. the Saffron Park. It does all feel like a dream, till two poets begin to debate on whether order or chaos is the true spirit of poetry. I kid you not, one of these poets is a man of law (an underclothes policeman called Gabriel Syme) and the other poet is an anarchist named Gregory.
I have read that Anarchists in the early 1900s regularly shot people and Presidents and caused ‘reigns of terror’. (That is an exaggeration, no, it isn't.) They may not call themselves that anymore, but every secessionist movement and every terrorist outfit is definitely a manifestation of anarchism?
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the debate gets really heated, and Gabriel Syme outwits Gregory to reveal some unsavoury secrets. With some quick and clever thinking, our genius and poetic hero, Syme, manages to infiltrate a band of anarchists, called the Council. Each member of this Council is named after a day of the week (here lies a hint), and Syme is appointed to the post of Thursday. Syme’s real goal is to flout the plans of the Council, save the world, and expose the notorious head of the gang, the man everyone calls Bloody Sunday. Will Syme succeed?
Stop here, if you don’t want me to ruin the book for you with my spoilers.
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