The sun may set but it will always rise - at least for a little while. Maybe.

Now this is interesting!

2009-06-21T07:48:18Z

Unusual to the nth, go read and comment! They get zero comments and I can't to be honest tell you how I found it as I tend to stumble upon gems by noticing a pithy comment and following the bread crumb trail but go here:

http://randomhouses.livejournal.com/

God Bless You All, You Weird People, You

2009-06-20T10:59:56Z

I have many many many years worth of classical and some obscure languages under my belt and no, I have yet to feel compelled to rename any of my journals' headings in any of them. Except for the welsh one and that's just because I need to keep my hand in and my welsh neighbors badgered me into it and insist on talking to me there. And they'll take care of my dog if I need them to, lol.

Oh TW fandom,

2009-05-23T16:57:28Z

How I love your flat out batshit insanity.

Confused - but then again powerless, heatless and pretty much for the most part freezing for a month

2009-01-15T20:07:15Z

So - this Flatland movie I am hearing things of. It cannot be the Gamov thing, can it? Because I did my physics time in the Gamov tower, with a window with Flatland propped up with various and sundry else of his and had to buy it as a required text.

More to the point. I am now hunting down Flatland. If it is, he's laughing because of what I did on the roof and to that overhang. Oh calm down, no one and nothing was hurt, it had to do with lasers, acoustic reverse resonance and robots.

I may not be able to do simple vectors but I am scary when I'm bored.

That Nearest Book Thing

2009-01-15T18:16:38Z

courtesy of demotu

Rules:
*Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find the fifth sentence.
*Post that sentence along with these instructions in your LiveJournal.
*Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

"Fascinated by what, I wasn't sure, I reached over and took the cool and wholly limp hand in mine - and found myself getting an erection...."

The Motion of Light in Water: Sex and Science Fiction Writing in the East Village, Samuel R. Delany

Well, now

2008-12-29T11:46:00Z

The heat's been back for a bit (thank you god) and the house got full power back on Christmas Eve. Who knew that half an electrical panel could be blown out? Kind of plus was the electrician that came right out when I came back to find the heat back on and almost nothing else. Minus is that he was a lying rat assed bastard. Bigger plus was I got pissed off, picked a name out of the phone book and found a guy who was a union electrician in Boston for a decade, moved up here to start a firm and redid my entire panel for - wait for it - $75! Stuck a temp fix in there till he could go home and pull the breaker that I needed from salvage then CAME BACK OUT AT 6AM on Christmas Eve morning on his way to a union breakfast before taking his stepson to the airport. In Boston. To see his father. Right after another storm. And he climbed over two feet of snow in my front yard on a hill because the dumpster completely blocks the garage.

So, people, if you have need ever of an electrician anywhere between Boston and Concord NH, ask me and I will give you his name and number.

So... aside from my dog freezing his no longer existing balls off for a few days before we decamped, my big regret is that I couldn't get to the fic commitment I made. But, I will send it to the person it was written for and that person can do with it as they wish.

bloody hell

2008-12-14T06:37:23Z

yes, i've been iced over, flooded out and will be, from the sounds of it, sans electricity for about a week. anything i owe anyone is one my hard drive. on my desktop. at home. because, oddly enough, dragging that mother out through my flooded first floor whilst freezing in single digit temps and skidding around with my elderly semi blind dog wasn't high on the list, lol.

so - if I owe someone womthing, they will get it. eventually. whenever i get home. assuming my hard drive hasn't been a/ flooded or b/ shattered frozen by now.

So

2008-12-09T18:22:07Z

I was speaking with a friend this morning and I said, do you really care if, when you hold out your hand, who you pick and choose? Because, if you do, doesn't that essentially negate the offer?

oi. just oi.

2008-12-08T23:47:13Z

Honestly, fuck me and the horse I rode in on. I've honestly tried to back up over a comment made to me. Can't do it.

really

2008-12-08T13:26:56Z

And yes, I basically play pit bull for a living. Well I did.

So I call Rosetta Stone corporate after a truly interesting phone call. Don't bother until after 9.30

Now, what you may want to know is that I used to design call centers, among other things, so I know how these things work.

Neither here nor there.

But - and this is the interesting thing - that $20 dollars between the hard copy and the online version? According to phone support, if you buy the online version, you don't own the program. If you buy the hard copy, you do.

I was interested in their various tiers because I was curious about their Welsh tuts. I know Welsh, taught it to myself once I was told it was a difficult language. It's phonetic, not difficult.

Kindly please let people know that Rosetta Stone is a bit iffy as a company.

My life amuses me beyond my ability to spit blood

2008-12-07T12:25:50Z

And, honestly, if you knew me, you would die laughing at the thought that limits and I exist on the same plane.

Yes, I started life out in physics, moved over into the occult which, really isn't much of a side shuffle
and as far as I am concerned, I ask that people be kind to each other.

Rather a stretch from where I sit.

You're all here in one place, people. Play nice. No one ever said that you had to agree. Just play nice.

Hold your hand out and see what happens. You won't be disappointed

Whoa

2008-12-06T15:17:04Z

Offer to host a TW fic archive and get soundly kicded in the metaphorical nuts.

Yes, so I'm nuts but not masochistic - well at least without the approapriate negotiations - but really, wtf?

Flat pack origami myfanwys

2008-12-05T17:54:33Z

mobiles, no less. Honestly, common carrier audits... surface to surface is very loosely interpreted...

I have all this new paper and ummm...but they won't get the love that the gay face down in the gutter summer party gave them so you'll get the soon to be face down in the gutter winter party as I am so not getting up on a ladder footed on a gravel pit to clean my gutters out. Gai bois butching out for the win.

If you want one (aka, myfanwy mobile), ask and these gay lushes may make you one.

Assuming the killer squirrels don't get them first. Don't bet against the squirrels.

Thanksgiving

2008-11-28T00:29:32Z

Not getting too serious - that goes on another journal.

Great writers

too lazy to look up the coding but get over it

tanarian

bloody hell, she writes well. Would be happy to find a way to bring her back into the fold.

sarcasticchick

drop dead gorgeous prose and such an original gesture.

antelope writes

literate to the nth and then again.

seize

found her early on and she deserves every good word she gets

holding off

he says he writes for television and I can believe it

bloody motherfucking hell - demotu

she's spectacular

ok, and rm and kalichan now that I think of it.

So I fell off a ladder onto a ceramic swan

2008-11-25T08:29:51Z

yes, so stop looking at me like that.

As If I'd Drop It...

2008-11-02T22:44:45Z

This really should go in the other journal but I'm too lazy to log out so maybe later.

So I can't annoy my Bush loving, Palin worshipping neighbors with the vast number NIN "Closer" covers I have accumulated for that very purpose since, you know, even I am not quite so crass as to blast "I wanna fuck you like an animal" at several households with very young kids. I do have lines, even though they generally require special equipment to locate.

Thank god the bloody election is Tuesday - my mailbox and doorbell can't take it any more. Literally, upwards of twenty, yes twenty, pieces of mail from Obama and McCain's machines - on a daily basis. Forget about the constant canvassing (though I think the Republicans took the hint when I told them the same thing I say to Mormons and Seventh Day Adventists - "Look, I'm a bisexual Buddhist - do we really need to continue this conversation?)though that union vote manoeuver is a piece of work. Watch for that one. Secret ballot is supposed to mean secret ballot, people. Management doesn't need to know how the rank and file vote on unions. Slippery slope, people.

Back to my neighbors. Generally nice enough, for the most part but still, it's the principle.

So, no more NIN covers.

But I found something that annoys them even more and without the salve of their righteous indignation at the queer heathen hussy playing that crap.

Edith Piaf.

They HATE Edith Piaf.

I may be freezing, but my windows are open and I am playing Edith Piaf. Loudly.

Okay, third time and I'm pissy so LJ knock it the bloody hell off

2008-10-25T23:13:58Z

Points in the general direction of wherever my shiny new icon displays in your journal style. antelope_writes gave it to me as she apparently got fed up with my lazy iconless state.

It's a rose floating in the Ganges and it is spectacular. Many thanks indeed.

lj, you mofo twat

2008-10-10T06:47:51Z

You more often than not tell me that I don't exist.

You want my money? Try working for a change.

LOLOLOLOL LJ just told me to enter a valid user name.

honestly

2008-09-27T23:04:03Z

TW fanfic

From where I'm sitting, one big cluster fuck. Let's just all squee about boys rubbing their boy bits together, post two or three paragraphs and congratulate each other on how clever we are.

Forgive me if I seem a bit jaded. Seen it all before.

That includes the fangurls of whatever calender age who post about their imaginary boyfriends from the teevee and carry their pictures in their wallets.

Okay, maybe that lot moreso.

bitchfest time

2008-08-27T01:27:10Z

Where I mutter in writing and not under my breath.

A few rants because as much as I talk to myself, I really need to lose the "bloody torchwood' part of it that makes people look at me even more strangely than they usually do. Especially as I time my walk to and from the market at the end of my street to an AngelMoon song on my ipod.

What?

Okay, ventage follows:

Graphics and Web Design divisions:

Stop me if I'm wrong, but when you post something to teh interwebz, isn't it the general idea idea that you're doing so because you want someone to actually read it? Because otherwise you could just scrawl it all down in that pretty pink diary with the fluffy poodle on the cover.

So do the rest of the internet (and oh, maybe yourselves) a favor and stop trying to show us how bloody clever and creative you are and lose the cutesy graphics and seriously odd color combinations and go for the user friendly thing. Because if you are writing something that you want me to read, it had best be pretty bloody special for me to go to the bother of select all or copy and paste. Think of yourself as trying to sell a product. because, if you're a writer, that's exactly what you're doing. Don't make people have to work to get to it. Spare me the "I write for myself" lines, if that were true you wouldn't be posting it publicly, now would you?

Oh, and while we're at it, unless you have a reason for it, pick a font and stick with it. I'm not talking about italics or whatever to offset sections of a story for a reason, I am talking about sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. Just like with blowjobs, sloppy in formatting is generally not a good thing.

Someone somewhere else mentioned this and I had to laugh. Yes, just what is it with holding fics hostage - review if you want me to post more? Do you really want people to tell you what they think? Because right there it's bang a hard right away from the story and generally for very good reason.

Fics and the posting thereof. Someone explain to me why posting a couple hundred words is considered a chapter. Personally, I would rather see something of substance once a week (or whatever). but that's probably just me.

Fics: If you are going to post an epic (I love epic fics, epic fics make me smile - yes, the caveat follows) and raise all sorts of convolutions to the point where I need to draw diagrams, make it worth my while. I love fics that make me work for it, but fics that are twisty are to the point where one can question why even bother do no one any good, least of all the author. If the point is lost in the telling, just exactly what is the point of telling a pointless story? Get a beta who will call you on your shit.

This is slash specific - right now I am referencing Torchwood but I have been through it in another fandom.

Men fuck like men.

They do not fuck like women.

This is specific to TW:

IANTO JONES IS NOT A FUCKING WOOBIE EMO CRYBABY. Yes, he cries. Newsflash, kids, men do. He's had good reason. And not because Jack picked out a pretty pink blankie for their widdle pwecious babykins. (Takes a deep breath and no, mpreg doesn't bother me (and for once it's actually canon) except when it feminizes the characters. because THEY"RE MEN!)

Oh god I am stopping here because it's going to get gruesome and I will save that for another day and I have to go deal with Dunraven and Teri.

Hmmm

2008-08-02T16:23:08Z

I really should know better than to work on a journal in the middle of a sneezing fit. Ended up erasing everything and ending up in an entirely different browser. huh.