My family's weird, I am screwed.
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letterbladeHow does my family celebrate New Year's Eve?
By very carefully yet thoroughly dismembering a VCR.
(It's actually less strange than it sounds. Mum and I have an excellent video copy of Die Fledermaus (Covent Garden, 1983, with Kiri te Kanawa and Hermann Prey, conducted by Placido Domingo), which, last New Year's, got stuck in our VCR because the eject mechanism broke. So we--I'm not the only one in my family with massive procrasination talent, it seems--cleverly waited until this New Year's Eve when the store was closed, then unscrewed all the casing, dismembered the innards, and carefully extracted the videotape, reeled it back it, plugged it into the TV/VCR upstairs, and had our opera. Should go downstairs and do some final unscrewing to as to extract a particular part I wanted as a paperweight.)
And I'm screwed. Just emailed Mobius asking "how do I get into the building, what do I wear", all those stupid little things I should've known a week ago. And it's almost a week since Ruben wanted the paper, and it's barely begun. Two hang-ups: my current lack of understanding of Eco (and the way my brain has leaked out my ear so I can't read the bloody book), and summarizing Utena. Yes, that's a hang-up. Because I need to not be boring or overwrought or t00by about it, but it needs to be sensical and explain enough of what's going on that the semiotic connections make sense. And I need it a week ago.
And I can't bring myself to care, because my brain has been totally eaten by my current writing projects. Can't think about, can't concentrate on anything but fanfiction. I think the HP fandom needs a big sign on it that says "Caution: Will chew your life up and spit it out in little pieces."
But I'm still writing. Because that's what matters to me, it's what I love, it's what other people love, it's what I'm good at.
Wibble.
Sudden urge to visit our snake. *goes downstairs to visit snake*
By very carefully yet thoroughly dismembering a VCR.
(It's actually less strange than it sounds. Mum and I have an excellent video copy of Die Fledermaus (Covent Garden, 1983, with Kiri te Kanawa and Hermann Prey, conducted by Placido Domingo), which, last New Year's, got stuck in our VCR because the eject mechanism broke. So we--I'm not the only one in my family with massive procrasination talent, it seems--cleverly waited until this New Year's Eve when the store was closed, then unscrewed all the casing, dismembered the innards, and carefully extracted the videotape, reeled it back it, plugged it into the TV/VCR upstairs, and had our opera. Should go downstairs and do some final unscrewing to as to extract a particular part I wanted as a paperweight.)
And I'm screwed. Just emailed Mobius asking "how do I get into the building, what do I wear", all those stupid little things I should've known a week ago. And it's almost a week since Ruben wanted the paper, and it's barely begun. Two hang-ups: my current lack of understanding of Eco (and the way my brain has leaked out my ear so I can't read the bloody book), and summarizing Utena. Yes, that's a hang-up. Because I need to not be boring or overwrought or t00by about it, but it needs to be sensical and explain enough of what's going on that the semiotic connections make sense. And I need it a week ago.
And I can't bring myself to care, because my brain has been totally eaten by my current writing projects. Can't think about, can't concentrate on anything but fanfiction. I think the HP fandom needs a big sign on it that says "Caution: Will chew your life up and spit it out in little pieces."
But I'm still writing. Because that's what matters to me, it's what I love, it's what other people love, it's what I'm good at.
Wibble.
Sudden urge to visit our snake. *goes downstairs to visit snake*
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Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 12:29 pm (UTC)Mr. Snake!
Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 02:28 pm (UTC)My father got him from an old friend of the family who lent him to us to snakesit while he was travelling in Europe, and quietly never took him back. That was back when my brothers were about the right age for snakes, in his opinion. This is the same friend who used to order boa constrictors by mail when he was young.
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Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 02:33 pm (UTC)t00b, verb: To roam about (either physically or online) aimlessly, do useless things, etcetera.
Origin: some chat amongst Harry Potter fans, possibly involving Cassie Claire.
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Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 1st, 2003 03:04 pm (UTC)