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Doctor Who has invaded my dreams
Jan. 6th, 2011 01:25 amWound up sleeping way the hell in this morning (er, afternoon), partially due to getting bogged down in extremely vivid dreams.
These days, I'm kind of all or nothing with dreams. Either there's nothing I can remember, or my brain goes to town and sucks me down so deep that it's very hard to wake up.
There was a metric fuckton of stuff going on in my head last night. I think perhaps the true highlight was my brain creating an extra season of Doctor Who, a sort of buffer season between seasons 4 and 5 (of the new series.) Before regenerating in the Matt Smith incarnation, the Doctor went through some sort of time-backlooping oddity and spent a season (or at least a string of episodes, it may not have been a full thirteen) as Peter Davison. As he appeared in Time Crash; he was the proper age for a modern season and everything.
(Which seems like an idea with interesting potential. Because now that I'm thinking about it while conscious: this would probably mean Five dealing with the ramifications of the Time War, the different universe that the new series Doctors inhabit, and that would be very interesting...)
Transitions get fuzzy, as with dreams, but there was another Doctor plotline which involved some big bad figuring out how to curse him, essentially, so that he simultaneously felt every injury inflicted upon every version of himself. (Because apparantly my subconscious likes Doctor-torture.) This started with Eleven, and seemed to involve some sort of regression back through the regenerations (which might feed into Five's presence). The initial phase of it seemed to involve carving certain words upon him. Which led to the very clear image of a shirtless Eleven with arms and chest covered with lines and sigils--not bleeding much, just sort of open cuts--and him sitting there looking more puzzled and alarmed than in pain, feeling himself and trying to figure out what the hell it said.
There was also a bit of a multi-fandom crossover involved, because there was a credit sequence for Deep Space Nine--which of course, since this was a dream, was not the real credit sequence. I recall actually saying, in the dream, that this was the season where the credits got really serious about this being a gritty show, because it was mostly a montage of dramatic and depressing moments. Very clear image of the entire main cast, including Jake, dusty and dirty and sleeping huddled in gray blankets during some sort of occupation of the station. Random other stuff which is much vaguer on recall. And then the credit sequence progressed to a "ships fly by magnificently" sort of thing, which was somehow very interactive, and I could move around them and feel them loom over me. Everything was in scale, so the Millenium Falcon (yup, CROSSOVER) zipping by was tiny. The viewers raised a huge cheer when the Defiant (also rather itty) finally zipped across the screen, of course.
The episode that this was the credit sequence for involved the Doctor as a guest star, and the whole cross-regeneration curse business that I went into above. So clearly my brain thinks in crazy crossovers.
Hm. That was longer than I expected. But it seems vaguely entertaining and worth writing down.
These days, I'm kind of all or nothing with dreams. Either there's nothing I can remember, or my brain goes to town and sucks me down so deep that it's very hard to wake up.
There was a metric fuckton of stuff going on in my head last night. I think perhaps the true highlight was my brain creating an extra season of Doctor Who, a sort of buffer season between seasons 4 and 5 (of the new series.) Before regenerating in the Matt Smith incarnation, the Doctor went through some sort of time-backlooping oddity and spent a season (or at least a string of episodes, it may not have been a full thirteen) as Peter Davison. As he appeared in Time Crash; he was the proper age for a modern season and everything.
(Which seems like an idea with interesting potential. Because now that I'm thinking about it while conscious: this would probably mean Five dealing with the ramifications of the Time War, the different universe that the new series Doctors inhabit, and that would be very interesting...)
Transitions get fuzzy, as with dreams, but there was another Doctor plotline which involved some big bad figuring out how to curse him, essentially, so that he simultaneously felt every injury inflicted upon every version of himself. (Because apparantly my subconscious likes Doctor-torture.) This started with Eleven, and seemed to involve some sort of regression back through the regenerations (which might feed into Five's presence). The initial phase of it seemed to involve carving certain words upon him. Which led to the very clear image of a shirtless Eleven with arms and chest covered with lines and sigils--not bleeding much, just sort of open cuts--and him sitting there looking more puzzled and alarmed than in pain, feeling himself and trying to figure out what the hell it said.
There was also a bit of a multi-fandom crossover involved, because there was a credit sequence for Deep Space Nine--which of course, since this was a dream, was not the real credit sequence. I recall actually saying, in the dream, that this was the season where the credits got really serious about this being a gritty show, because it was mostly a montage of dramatic and depressing moments. Very clear image of the entire main cast, including Jake, dusty and dirty and sleeping huddled in gray blankets during some sort of occupation of the station. Random other stuff which is much vaguer on recall. And then the credit sequence progressed to a "ships fly by magnificently" sort of thing, which was somehow very interactive, and I could move around them and feel them loom over me. Everything was in scale, so the Millenium Falcon (yup, CROSSOVER) zipping by was tiny. The viewers raised a huge cheer when the Defiant (also rather itty) finally zipped across the screen, of course.
The episode that this was the credit sequence for involved the Doctor as a guest star, and the whole cross-regeneration curse business that I went into above. So clearly my brain thinks in crazy crossovers.
Hm. That was longer than I expected. But it seems vaguely entertaining and worth writing down.
Cats, Muslims, Memes
Oct. 31st, 2010 01:24 pmSo I had already been fond of Muslims Wearing Things (a dryly awesome photoblog started in response to somebody being an asshat about muslims), but this post won the internet. All arguments are invalid.
In other news...writing, writing, and more writing.
-mllelaurel and I are nearly done, overall, with the revision pass on The Sound of Drums. Well, except for one case...
- We're also putting together the last few pieces of the casting, and it's become pretty clear that we're going to have to genderswap one character to accommodate for the high male sign-ups, which players are falling in where, and which guys are okay being cross-cast. So there's that.
- At some point soon, we shall write The All Crotchety Old Men With Shotguns Game. Some point before the con. Drunkenly.
- NANO STARTS TOMORROW. Hoboy. My project has names for most of the characters, a fairly solidified plot, and no title whatsoever. So for the meantime, its working title is Oh, Look, A Demon. I may post a few public teasers as I go, but my plan is to be writing it largely in private, except for sending chunks to one or two draft readers. Because if I can't show my work to somebody, my attention whore attention span gets antsy.
In the non-writing category, I go to court in four days. Aiiiii.
In other news...writing, writing, and more writing.
-
mllelaurel and I are nearly done, overall, with the revision pass on The Sound of Drums. Well, except for one case...- We're also putting together the last few pieces of the casting, and it's become pretty clear that we're going to have to genderswap one character to accommodate for the high male sign-ups, which players are falling in where, and which guys are okay being cross-cast. So there's that.
- At some point soon, we shall write The All Crotchety Old Men With Shotguns Game. Some point before the con. Drunkenly.
- NANO STARTS TOMORROW. Hoboy. My project has names for most of the characters, a fairly solidified plot, and no title whatsoever. So for the meantime, its working title is Oh, Look, A Demon. I may post a few public teasers as I go, but my plan is to be writing it largely in private, except for sending chunks to one or two draft readers. Because if I can't show my work to somebody, my attention whore attention span gets antsy.
In the non-writing category, I go to court in four days. Aiiiii.
My room is now +5 Dorm
Oct. 22nd, 2010 11:49 pmI have finally found and mounted my autumnal goth-fairy-vampire chicks-making-out poster.
Have also just about finished a paper model of St. Basil's Cathedral. Most of it done while binge-watching old Star Trek: Voyager episodes.
This is kind of a pointless post. Just to add to the pointlessness, here is your random fact of the day:
In the category of Things I Miss About Working In A Chem Lab: this shit. BEST. HAND. CREAM. EVER.
That is all.
Have also just about finished a paper model of St. Basil's Cathedral. Most of it done while binge-watching old Star Trek: Voyager episodes.
This is kind of a pointless post. Just to add to the pointlessness, here is your random fact of the day:
In the category of Things I Miss About Working In A Chem Lab: this shit. BEST. HAND. CREAM. EVER.
That is all.
Blogathon post #42: !!!!?!!
Aug. 1st, 2010 05:30 amI HAVE HIT THE SILLY SPOT AND THE SILLY SPOT IS LONGCAT
That is all. Still awake. Still writing. Giggle fit.
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That is all. Still awake. Still writing. Giggle fit.
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Though I have to share the fact that freakin' HAMMERTIME came up on shadesong's mix, and the dude with the Captain Hammer shirt, who had previous taken it off, stood up, slid it back on, pointed at his chest, and started dancing.
w00t.
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shadesong's mix, and the dude with the Captain Hammer shirt, who had previous taken it off, stood up, slid it back on, pointed at his chest, and started dancing.w00t.
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Blogathon post #28: Cats in the hat!
Jul. 31st, 2010 10:28 pmSo I am taking a quick break after finishing that mass of Encephalon scenes (and finally getting to the point of it all), so I reach into the Hat of Destiny and it gives me...
Best names for cats
THERE ARE SO MANY HOW CAN I DECIDE
Um.
Okay. Fandom-reference cat names. That aren't name-cursing your pet. At least not too badly.
1. Miria (for a sweet doofy girl-kitty)
2. Gaignun (for an elegant and calm black-and-white)
3. Momo (for a darling and deadly cute kitten)
4. Dryden (for the charming scruffy cat who purrs all over your bookshelves)
5. Nanami (which, as we know, is the universal name for any pet ever)
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Best names for cats
THERE ARE SO MANY HOW CAN I DECIDE
Um.
Okay. Fandom-reference cat names. That aren't name-cursing your pet. At least not too badly.
1. Miria (for a sweet doofy girl-kitty)
2. Gaignun (for an elegant and calm black-and-white)
3. Momo (for a darling and deadly cute kitten)
4. Dryden (for the charming scruffy cat who purrs all over your bookshelves)
5. Nanami (which, as we know, is the universal name for any pet ever)
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Context is for the weak
Apr. 26th, 2010 10:10 pm"Corny best-selling business books as mixed with Russian fairy tales: Who Moved My Death?"
LARP-o-wri-mo?
Apr. 24th, 2010 10:55 amLast night, I was assaulted by a LARP idea. It's the sort of thing that's done before (fairy tale mash-up), but I'm going to try to put my own emotionally intense spin on it. It's probably something I could write solo. Not in a weekend, but maybe in a month or so...
The next new game thatmllelaurel and I plan on premiering is in November and we can write it in a day. After that is our new game for Intercon K, which, admittedly, we would like to finish sometime before Thursday of con week, but that doesn't mean I have to write it now.
So hey. I think I'm going to try to write a sixteen-player four-hour game in the month of May. Unless my life explodes in unexpected ways (which it probably will), or the game turns out to be nonviable, I should be able to do it.
The next new game that
mllelaurel and I plan on premiering is in November and we can write it in a day. After that is our new game for Intercon K, which, admittedly, we would like to finish sometime before Thursday of con week, but that doesn't mean I have to write it now.So hey. I think I'm going to try to write a sixteen-player four-hour game in the month of May. Unless my life explodes in unexpected ways (which it probably will), or the game turns out to be nonviable, I should be able to do it.
Requisite periodic "hey, I was dead" post
Mar. 24th, 2010 02:41 pmIntercon was AWESOME and then I died a bit.
Have been recovering from Intercon, being an obsessive video gamer, and still a bit high from how well our two games went. (Final word count for the Sound of Drums, btw: about 72,000. Still shorter than the first game I wrote. You'd think it'd be easier for me to write a standard novel and get my ass published, wouldn't you?)
Will be in New Orleans from tomorrow 'til Tuesday. I would ask about fun things to do there, but I'll be stuck with my family and probably won't be able to get anywhere.
In the meantime, my first video embed ever, because this made me laugh so hard that I HAD to share it. Vaguely not worksafe despite being cut together from worksafe stuff?
Have been recovering from Intercon, being an obsessive video gamer, and still a bit high from how well our two games went. (Final word count for the Sound of Drums, btw: about 72,000. Still shorter than the first game I wrote. You'd think it'd be easier for me to write a standard novel and get my ass published, wouldn't you?)
Will be in New Orleans from tomorrow 'til Tuesday. I would ask about fun things to do there, but I'll be stuck with my family and probably won't be able to get anywhere.
In the meantime, my first video embed ever, because this made me laugh so hard that I HAD to share it. Vaguely not worksafe despite being cut together from worksafe stuff?
I R accomplishy beast
Jan. 28th, 2010 11:50 pmOpen for a few more fic requests...
...and I just wrote a random Xenosaga pairing generator in Ruby on Rails.
Because I am a dorkwad.
Edit: because ass-dumping fic in LJ update boxes is my new hobby, I shall reap the rewards of said pairing generator. Pairing? King/Scott. YUP. TWO OBSCURE SECONDARY CHARACTERS FROM A GAME NOBODY'S PLAYED. GO ME.
( CRACK. )
...and I just wrote a random Xenosaga pairing generator in Ruby on Rails.
Because I am a dorkwad.
Edit: because ass-dumping fic in LJ update boxes is my new hobby, I shall reap the rewards of said pairing generator. Pairing? King/Scott. YUP. TWO OBSCURE SECONDARY CHARACTERS FROM A GAME NOBODY'S PLAYED. GO ME.
( CRACK. )
ROFLCOPTORCHOCOBO
Best Thing Ever Today: Final Fantasy XII fanart, betraying the game's, um, roots...
http://community.livejournal.com/yuletart/1811.html#cutid1
Best Thing Ever Today: Final Fantasy XII fanart, betraying the game's, um, roots...
http://community.livejournal.com/yuletart/1811.html#cutid1
Meep. Meep. Meep.
Jun. 11th, 2009 11:16 amI very rarely post at all from work. But, meep, I needed to go somewhere, metaphorically speaking, and quietly FREAK OUT FOR A BIT. What with, y'know, terrorists shooting people to death in churches and museums. I am freaking out a bit.
It's odd, I suppose. The much larger-scale attacks committed by international Muslim-fundamentalist terrorists frightened me less. Maybe it's because they scared so many other people into overreacting, and I deliberately took the calmer attitude. Maybe it's because they were so tremendous, so shocking, that they didn't quite register in the same way. It's much easier to be scared of being shot by a nutjob when you walking down the street than to be scared of having twenty well-organized nutjobs flying planes into you. What's simpler is more plausible, more likely to happen again.
But smaller-scale attacks committed by domestic Christian-fundamentalist terrorists? Yeah, I'm scared. Maybe because of the plausibility. Maybe because Fox News and talk radio are practically cheering these guys on in their efforts to murder and terrorize American citizens. But really--
Al Qaeda targeted Americans. And that's a very, very broad target. I identify only vaguely as American, mostly because I happen to be born and raised here and because I agree with the basic tenants of liberty and equality which the American government and political culture likes to shit upon. And it's a very, very big target. Millions upon millions. When 9/11 happened, I didn't know anybody personally involved. I think I'm as closely connected to the writers of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine as I am to anyone deeply affected by those attacks.
But these guys who have been shooting policemen, doctors and woman's health specialists, Unitarian congregants, security guards whose only crime is standing about in a Holocaust memorial?
I was raised Jewish. I'm a sexually active, pro-choice woman. I'm queer and very out about it. I'm a progressive liberal. And those are all things I do identify with, quite strongly.
Not personally, no, but ideologically? These terrorists are targeting me. They're targeting my friends, my lovers, people whose work I admire. They're targeting my lifestyle, my ideas, my ethics. They've murdered, and will continue to murder, people like me.
So, yeah, I guess it's a monkeysphere thing. Much as I try to have a strong sense of sympathy and personal identification, it's still more likely to extend to Dirty Fucking Hippies like me than to America as a whole. But it's a rather jarring moment when you realize that there are folks out there who want people like you dead.
Meep.
Though I shouldn't complain too much--I've got it easy. I'm white, so I can walk down the street without worrying about getting shot by cops. I'm able-bodied, so I can call the EMTs and have a reasonable expectation that they might actually help me. I'm cisgendered, so I can show somebody my genitals without, again, worrying about getting shot.
Goddamnit.
I mourn for the victims. I pray for the survivors. And I still hope, even if I know it's in vain, that our country might find sanity at some point.
It's odd, I suppose. The much larger-scale attacks committed by international Muslim-fundamentalist terrorists frightened me less. Maybe it's because they scared so many other people into overreacting, and I deliberately took the calmer attitude. Maybe it's because they were so tremendous, so shocking, that they didn't quite register in the same way. It's much easier to be scared of being shot by a nutjob when you walking down the street than to be scared of having twenty well-organized nutjobs flying planes into you. What's simpler is more plausible, more likely to happen again.
But smaller-scale attacks committed by domestic Christian-fundamentalist terrorists? Yeah, I'm scared. Maybe because of the plausibility. Maybe because Fox News and talk radio are practically cheering these guys on in their efforts to murder and terrorize American citizens. But really--
Al Qaeda targeted Americans. And that's a very, very broad target. I identify only vaguely as American, mostly because I happen to be born and raised here and because I agree with the basic tenants of liberty and equality which the American government and political culture likes to shit upon. And it's a very, very big target. Millions upon millions. When 9/11 happened, I didn't know anybody personally involved. I think I'm as closely connected to the writers of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine as I am to anyone deeply affected by those attacks.
But these guys who have been shooting policemen, doctors and woman's health specialists, Unitarian congregants, security guards whose only crime is standing about in a Holocaust memorial?
I was raised Jewish. I'm a sexually active, pro-choice woman. I'm queer and very out about it. I'm a progressive liberal. And those are all things I do identify with, quite strongly.
Not personally, no, but ideologically? These terrorists are targeting me. They're targeting my friends, my lovers, people whose work I admire. They're targeting my lifestyle, my ideas, my ethics. They've murdered, and will continue to murder, people like me.
So, yeah, I guess it's a monkeysphere thing. Much as I try to have a strong sense of sympathy and personal identification, it's still more likely to extend to Dirty Fucking Hippies like me than to America as a whole. But it's a rather jarring moment when you realize that there are folks out there who want people like you dead.
Meep.
Though I shouldn't complain too much--I've got it easy. I'm white, so I can walk down the street without worrying about getting shot by cops. I'm able-bodied, so I can call the EMTs and have a reasonable expectation that they might actually help me. I'm cisgendered, so I can show somebody my genitals without, again, worrying about getting shot.
Goddamnit.
I mourn for the victims. I pray for the survivors. And I still hope, even if I know it's in vain, that our country might find sanity at some point.
Radio silence of fail
Feb. 26th, 2009 09:47 pmI'm sorry for the complete and total lack of posts. And for the fact that I haven't so much as read my friendslist in a month or two. Pretty much all my time and energy is going into the following things:
- Work, which has been extremely hectic and stressful as of late.
- Writing The Treaty of Pallas and Shebopaleileigh, both of which run in less than six weeks.
- Plotting and playing in a private LJ/LARP game which my local family has been doing. (The chosen kind, not the blood kind, of course.) Someday perhaps I will post more about this.
- Battling endless soul-sucking sick. I've had various colds for two months solid.
- Unit origami.
Obviously some of those are more relaxation things. But I sleep in because I'm exhausted, run to work and stress all day, come home wiped and try to drag more of my LARPs out of my brain, or try to relax with the private-LARP adventures or crazy origami projects.
Two small accomplishments:
I've been politically minded as of late. (Since I started following the election. It's carried over into the private-LARP.) It occurred to me, contemplating the hate-cult train wreck that is the Westboro Baptist Church (which I feel ashamed to have the name of my hometown associate with), that the following might make an excellent political slogan or bumper sticker, if it does not yet exist: "Freedom of speech does not mean freedom from conscience."
Though it also occurs to me that there really cannot be a law in this country to prevent one from being a jackass; that's kind of the point. I just wish it was a less hateful culture, I suppose. Still proud of the phrase.
Accomplishment the other:
If one is coloring the edges of a regular dodecahedron with five colors, it is possible to arrange the colors so that no color is repeated around the edge of the same face. (The same pattern of colors cannot repeat on all faces, however.) I do not have the technical proof of this, as I am not that sort of person, but I fiddled with pens, made a hypothesis, and then tested it both on paper and with paper.
Any pentagonal face in a dodecahedron is going to have a third edge extending from each corner. Like, if one isolated one face and one edge, and pardoned the fact that ascii does not do small scale pentagons well:
|
/ \
\_/
so.
The extending edge is the same color as the opposite edge of the original face. Like:
|
/ \
\_/
so.
Following this rule throughout the construction will produce the afformentioned result. I have a rather large open-frame dodecahedron (the "little turtle" unit from Tomoko Fuse's Unit Origami) sitting on my dining room table in proof. (It also had to be held together with tape on the inside, as the unit gets floppy in large open constructions. But still.)
Now to make a seven-side box, purely for the Box of Babalon lolz.
- Work, which has been extremely hectic and stressful as of late.
- Writing The Treaty of Pallas and Shebopaleileigh, both of which run in less than six weeks.
- Plotting and playing in a private LJ/LARP game which my local family has been doing. (The chosen kind, not the blood kind, of course.) Someday perhaps I will post more about this.
- Battling endless soul-sucking sick. I've had various colds for two months solid.
- Unit origami.
Obviously some of those are more relaxation things. But I sleep in because I'm exhausted, run to work and stress all day, come home wiped and try to drag more of my LARPs out of my brain, or try to relax with the private-LARP adventures or crazy origami projects.
Two small accomplishments:
I've been politically minded as of late. (Since I started following the election. It's carried over into the private-LARP.) It occurred to me, contemplating the hate-cult train wreck that is the Westboro Baptist Church (which I feel ashamed to have the name of my hometown associate with), that the following might make an excellent political slogan or bumper sticker, if it does not yet exist: "Freedom of speech does not mean freedom from conscience."
Though it also occurs to me that there really cannot be a law in this country to prevent one from being a jackass; that's kind of the point. I just wish it was a less hateful culture, I suppose. Still proud of the phrase.
Accomplishment the other:
If one is coloring the edges of a regular dodecahedron with five colors, it is possible to arrange the colors so that no color is repeated around the edge of the same face. (The same pattern of colors cannot repeat on all faces, however.) I do not have the technical proof of this, as I am not that sort of person, but I fiddled with pens, made a hypothesis, and then tested it both on paper and with paper.
Any pentagonal face in a dodecahedron is going to have a third edge extending from each corner. Like, if one isolated one face and one edge, and pardoned the fact that ascii does not do small scale pentagons well:
|
/ \
\_/
so.
The extending edge is the same color as the opposite edge of the original face. Like:
|
/ \
\_/
so.
Following this rule throughout the construction will produce the afformentioned result. I have a rather large open-frame dodecahedron (the "little turtle" unit from Tomoko Fuse's Unit Origami) sitting on my dining room table in proof. (It also had to be held together with tape on the inside, as the unit gets floppy in large open constructions. But still.)
Now to make a seven-side box, purely for the Box of Babalon lolz.
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Nov. 28th, 2008 10:05 pmConversation of the day, taken from me hanging out with mllelaurel, when a spider appeared in our vicinity.
Me: *hunting it with a cup* No, I think it's gone under the radiator. Maybe it's roasted.
Her: Awww. I mean, I'm afraid of spiders, but at least you would have treated it in a humane fashion when taking it out of my side.
Me: Yes, I would've taken it outside to freeze.
Her: ...That's it. You've officially been writing Seishirou too long. I'm going to have to start wearing gloves.
Me: *innocently returning to seat and snuggling under blanket* But I haven't marked you yet.
Her: *falls back facepalming in a reverse headdesk, thwacks head on a stack of boxes on the back of the couch* OW!
Me: But apparently my puzzle boxes have...
X fangirls on crack, ladies and gentlemen.
mllelaurel, when a spider appeared in our vicinity.Me: *hunting it with a cup* No, I think it's gone under the radiator. Maybe it's roasted.
Her: Awww. I mean, I'm afraid of spiders, but at least you would have treated it in a humane fashion when taking it out of my side.
Me: Yes, I would've taken it outside to freeze.
Her: ...That's it. You've officially been writing Seishirou too long. I'm going to have to start wearing gloves.
Me: *innocently returning to seat and snuggling under blanket* But I haven't marked you yet.
Her: *falls back facepalming in a reverse headdesk, thwacks head on a stack of boxes on the back of the couch* OW!
Me: But apparently my puzzle boxes have...
X fangirls on crack, ladies and gentlemen.
Just found out, via my friendslist, that the love of my life is moving to Germany for a year, to be with the love of his life.
...honestly, I kind of expected this months ago. It's still a bit of a blow. If nothing else, I wanted to finagle him into more LARPing, because he's amazing, but...so much for anything.
Please to be being over this someday, and not turning into a cranky, lonely old maid?
That aside:
Highlights of Intercon Midatlantic included playing Santa Claus, making out several cute people (didn't get farther and I wouldn't have handled it if it did), hanging with famous LARP writers, and walking on the beach.
Lowlights included realizing it wouldn't go farther and I wouldn't have handled it, playing several manipulative bitches not particularly well, spending a fair chunk of Saturday depressed and lonely, and getting stuck in traffic for an hour over the Tappan Zee when I really really had to pee and then getting lost in some place called Nyack looking for a bathroom. (I have been instructed how to avoid Nyack in the future.)
Also I slept in until four in the afternoon yesterday, which is, like, unprecedented. I was supposed to take a half day at work; I rushed in as soon as I woke up, caught up on stuff, made sure I wasn't fired (knock wood), and got roped into production.
I think there was something else I wanted to post about, but now I forget.
Oh, yeah--my new major problem as a housemate. Which is buying random yummy large fruits and veggies, leaving them on the counter, getting sick or distracted and forgetting about them, and letting them rot and molder to spectacularly disgusting degrees in shared space. :/ And then finding them and picking them up first thing in the morning, just to put me off breakfast.
The more I think about it--following less on the rotting vegetables and more on the lonely old maid thing and being depressed at a con full of LARPs and sex--the more I realize I am an extremely fucked up person. And that I've still got a huge bleeding hole in my chest from him dumping me, what, six months ago? And I have no idea, no idea at all, how to go about healing.
And now I need to stop thinking about this so I can go to work and get through the day without crying. I'm housed, employed. No family members or close friends are dying, hospitalized, or racking up huge medical bills. I'm doing well.
...honestly, I kind of expected this months ago. It's still a bit of a blow. If nothing else, I wanted to finagle him into more LARPing, because he's amazing, but...so much for anything.
Please to be being over this someday, and not turning into a cranky, lonely old maid?
That aside:
Highlights of Intercon Midatlantic included playing Santa Claus, making out several cute people (didn't get farther and I wouldn't have handled it if it did), hanging with famous LARP writers, and walking on the beach.
Lowlights included realizing it wouldn't go farther and I wouldn't have handled it, playing several manipulative bitches not particularly well, spending a fair chunk of Saturday depressed and lonely, and getting stuck in traffic for an hour over the Tappan Zee when I really really had to pee and then getting lost in some place called Nyack looking for a bathroom. (I have been instructed how to avoid Nyack in the future.)
Also I slept in until four in the afternoon yesterday, which is, like, unprecedented. I was supposed to take a half day at work; I rushed in as soon as I woke up, caught up on stuff, made sure I wasn't fired (knock wood), and got roped into production.
I think there was something else I wanted to post about, but now I forget.
Oh, yeah--my new major problem as a housemate. Which is buying random yummy large fruits and veggies, leaving them on the counter, getting sick or distracted and forgetting about them, and letting them rot and molder to spectacularly disgusting degrees in shared space. :/ And then finding them and picking them up first thing in the morning, just to put me off breakfast.
The more I think about it--following less on the rotting vegetables and more on the lonely old maid thing and being depressed at a con full of LARPs and sex--the more I realize I am an extremely fucked up person. And that I've still got a huge bleeding hole in my chest from him dumping me, what, six months ago? And I have no idea, no idea at all, how to go about healing.
And now I need to stop thinking about this so I can go to work and get through the day without crying. I'm housed, employed. No family members or close friends are dying, hospitalized, or racking up huge medical bills. I'm doing well.
File this in with the timeline web widget for writers. God, I need to learn more PHP/MySQL. God, I NEED MORE TIME AND SPOONS.
(This is what I meant about wanting to hire a small strike force of artistic/technical ninjas. To keep up with all the crap my brain spews out for me to do.)
Call this a combination between an online LARP casting questionnaire and a purity test. The basic idea is, there would be a website where you could log in with username and password, and there would then be an exteeeeensive series of questions covering various situations and character traits in LARPs. Kind of like the "are you comfortable playing somebody who's gay/in a leadership role/sings/is a plant/immortal sociopath" section of most casting questionnaires, but expansive. For each thing, you would get to rate it on, say, one to five (from DO NOT WANT through meh through PRECIOUSSS), and there would be an additional checkbox for "I will not play this period ever hard limit." You could save your results, edit them, and so forth.
And casting GMs could view them.
In a hypothetical dream world where this actually catches on, most players would only have to fill out the whole shebang once. Ever. They sign up for a game, the casting GM goes to the vaporware thingie, looks at their various answers, and has most of the information they need right there. Casting questionnaire is boiled down to contact information, kitchen sink, and any really game-specific questions. (For example, "are you familiar with source material blah" for any fan/derivative/referential LARP.) And the casting GMs have way more information on a player's style, strengths, and limits than they could get from a standard questionnaire.
I would now like to request an extra twenty-four hours in a day. Then maybe I could get everything I want to do in the next year actually done in, oh, say, two. Instead of never.
Unrelated: A tribute to Captain America's crotch. Because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scans_daily is crack.
(This is what I meant about wanting to hire a small strike force of artistic/technical ninjas. To keep up with all the crap my brain spews out for me to do.)
Call this a combination between an online LARP casting questionnaire and a purity test. The basic idea is, there would be a website where you could log in with username and password, and there would then be an exteeeeensive series of questions covering various situations and character traits in LARPs. Kind of like the "are you comfortable playing somebody who's gay/in a leadership role/sings/is a plant/immortal sociopath" section of most casting questionnaires, but expansive. For each thing, you would get to rate it on, say, one to five (from DO NOT WANT through meh through PRECIOUSSS), and there would be an additional checkbox for "I will not play this period ever hard limit." You could save your results, edit them, and so forth.
And casting GMs could view them.
In a hypothetical dream world where this actually catches on, most players would only have to fill out the whole shebang once. Ever. They sign up for a game, the casting GM goes to the vaporware thingie, looks at their various answers, and has most of the information they need right there. Casting questionnaire is boiled down to contact information, kitchen sink, and any really game-specific questions. (For example, "are you familiar with source material blah" for any fan/derivative/referential LARP.) And the casting GMs have way more information on a player's style, strengths, and limits than they could get from a standard questionnaire.
I would now like to request an extra twenty-four hours in a day. Then maybe I could get everything I want to do in the next year actually done in, oh, say, two. Instead of never.
Unrelated: A tribute to Captain America's crotch. Because
scans_daily is crack.An idle exercise in fantasy
Nov. 1st, 2008 01:42 pmIf I were suddenly independently wealthy. As in, had a substantial static fortune and/or regularly incoming money which I didn't have to work for.
( Fantasyland. )
So, yeah, basically one half eccentric British gentleman and one half nerd social nexus. I would reserve the right to putter about in tweed with a pipe. :P
a.k.a., WTF I've had 2938479237 tabs up for months and it would be really nice to be able to clear them out and find stuff.
Ryohei Hase. Madly beautiful art, not always worksafe. The detail is mindboggling. Also, the fifth image in (from the left) on the Melancholy page...I almost cried when I saw it, with how much I identified with it.
Random Marvel feature: the psych ward profile of Tony Stark.
An open letter to all Republicans from a former religious right activist. I want to read this guy's books.
The Rolling Stone bio of John McCain. An honestly chilling look at a man who let others burn.
And it's been a while since I took this one. My psychodrama quotient seems to have gone down somehow.
I am...doing better. I think working intensely on The Treaty of Pallas (the Escaflowne LARP) may be energizing me. Or maybe something just swung around. Worked nine hours yesterday and got home energized. I cooked a little something (half out of a box, but still) and tidied up and put away dishes last night, and felt very proud of myself. I splurged on a new, much larger external hard drive (640 gigs for $99 at Microcenter--hit that sale if you're looking for Western Digitals! 500 gigs for $92. Their terabyte drive was in the $180 range, I think, but I wanted to stay close to double digits.) So now I can actually use Time Machine and have a good backup of this poor little computer I drag around everywhere.
I hope I haven't jinxed it. I hope I keep doing better.
I have too much leftover booze from the Escaflowne marathon. Who wants to drink it with me?
Ryohei Hase. Madly beautiful art, not always worksafe. The detail is mindboggling. Also, the fifth image in (from the left) on the Melancholy page...I almost cried when I saw it, with how much I identified with it.
Random Marvel feature: the psych ward profile of Tony Stark.
An open letter to all Republicans from a former religious right activist. I want to read this guy's books.
The Rolling Stone bio of John McCain. An honestly chilling look at a man who let others burn.
And it's been a while since I took this one. My psychodrama quotient seems to have gone down somehow.
| The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average LJer |
| Community Attachment | 49.46% There's a party in your comments page, and everyone's invited! | 22.89% |
| MemeSheepage | 24.56% Only trendy when it's sufficiently entertaining | 27.63% |
| Original Content | 69.35% Newsweek, People, and your journal | 38.1% |
| Psychodrama Quotient | 22.89% Your dark side's safe with us | 16.61% |
| Attention Whoring | 29.55% You do a little dance whenever someone friends you | 20.68% |
I am...doing better. I think working intensely on The Treaty of Pallas (the Escaflowne LARP) may be energizing me. Or maybe something just swung around. Worked nine hours yesterday and got home energized. I cooked a little something (half out of a box, but still) and tidied up and put away dishes last night, and felt very proud of myself. I splurged on a new, much larger external hard drive (640 gigs for $99 at Microcenter--hit that sale if you're looking for Western Digitals! 500 gigs for $92. Their terabyte drive was in the $180 range, I think, but I wanted to stay close to double digits.) So now I can actually use Time Machine and have a good backup of this poor little computer I drag around everywhere.
I hope I haven't jinxed it. I hope I keep doing better.
I have too much leftover booze from the Escaflowne marathon. Who wants to drink it with me?
"I think I can get Jesus up for you..."