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Saturday, November 14th, 2009
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Title: eislean cuir stad air 1/10
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aquila_star
Prompt: Written for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) bottom_draco's fairly tale fest, inspired by prompt 79. The Tragedy of Deirdre
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: It is universally agreed that fate is inevitable, though sometimes it can hang on a precipice. It only takes a breath to tip the balance, but on which side will it fall?
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: All the pretty boys and the world they live in belong to JKR, etc, to whom I am grateful for giving me the opportunity to play.
Warning(s): AU
Word Count: 68,000ish, this part 5978
Author's Notes: I've had to mix things around quite a bit to make my vision of the prompt fit into JKR's world. While I've tried to stay close to canon, I have tweaked some things and outright changed others to make the fic work. In the end, I'm happy with it, and I hope you enjoy it too. :D The title translates loosely to 'Sorrow suspended,' and the cut text means 'if this be my lot.' I used Gaelic translations, as inspired by the roots of the fable.
Thanks to cybeleadam who claimed it for me on the big day, this prompt ate my brain as soon as I saw it, so I knew I had to have it. Bigger thank you's to schemingreader and annafugazzi who beta-ed this monster fic for me. Your suggestions were invaluable, ladies. Even bigger thanks and much love to nikki4noo who not only beta-ed, but was there every step of the way. She helped me with the concept, ideas, and plot, and sent me numerous pics of half naked men to inspire my smut. :P Poor Nikki listened to me chatter on about this fic for months, and bore the brunt of it more than any other person. I'd name my next baby after you if hubby would let me, bb. ♥ Some thanks also go to twistedm too, for picking out all the typos we four missed, while she was reading it on the comm!
All you ladies are awesome, I owe you so much. ♥ ♥
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Friday, November 13th, 2009
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The lightbulb in my kitchen, the five-year long-life lightbulb, burned out about six months after I bought it.
I wanted some toast so, after ascertaining that tightening it wasn't the issue, I got a hand-held LED lamp I use in emergencies, carried it into the kitchen, and watched it flicker and die.
Ergo, at the hardware store tomorrow I need to buy:
1/2" nails for hanging pictures
Duct tape, 'cause I'm out
Zipties for some cords I need to tidy up
A new lightbulb
AND SOME ROCK SALT, JUST IN CASE MY KITCHEN IS POSSESSED.
They're going to think I'm either a mad scientist or a serial killer.
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I have watched the John Barrowman Single Ladies video probably twenty times since Foxy linked me to it, and have yet to tire of it. Possibly because I love the original song and vid as well.
I spent most of the morning editing and typesetting the Big Book Of Awesome for work, including adding a lot of stuff that wasn't there before. The book's getting passed around to all the admins for advice, but I have stepped into the de-facto role of artistic director and veto'd some of their suggestions as impractical or redundant.
A few more admins have requested my Unofficial Directory, which is a revision I do every time that the "official" staff directory comes out, because our official directory is ugly and inefficient. I'm proud that my bootlegging is popular enough to be passed around secretly by the cabal of office ninjas who ultimately run this company. I welcome new initiates to The Secret Gnostic Directocrypha of Sam, Prophet of the Spreadsheet.
Cept nobody gets the spreadsheet version. They get PDFs. This kind of power is best handled by experienced masters only.
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Thursday, November 12th, 2009
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Well, I'm fairly impressed with myself. I'm not officially doing NaNo, but I am using it as motivation, and it's working pretty well. My goal was a thousand words a day, which won't get me to 50k in thirty days but is a realistic goal for me. In the last four days I've averaged 1200 words a day, which added to the less-than-impressive totals from earlier in the month still puts me at 13000 words written in 12 days.
I am supremely amused at myself, as well. I had a brainstorm this evening, which led to Bart uncovering a reason someone might be motivated to attack Leigh Anizin:
Internet wank.
An independent messageboard, run off a privately-owned server, completely unchecked but eminently legal nonetheless. Dedicated to "critical attention" focused on the Silence.
Dr. Anizin wasn't difficult to pick out from the crowd, though her commentary was more...acerbic than I was used to on a day-to-day basis. Bordering on hostile, in places, though the responses were similarly themed on the lines of highly-intelligent playground-name-calling.
Because let's face it: a couple of hundred years in the future and cut off from all extraplanetary communication, we're still going to find ways to call each other dickheads on the internet. :D
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I love my city.
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Hello there,
just wanted to share a fic with you. Happy reading ^_~
Title: What Should Have Never Been Found
Part: 4/??
Genre: Suspense
Wordcount: ~2800
Warnings: ... a bit of blood
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji,
Summary: Due to circumstances, Tezuka is forced to make an after school trip to the house belonging to friends of his grandfather. Fuji accompanies him and encounters something unexpected.
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine (which is probably for the better)
Prior Parts: |1| 2 | 3 |
Chapter Four
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Via 51stcenturyfox:
OH YES. I don't know where it came from or how it happened, but there it is. The internet is over, we've peaked, and everyone can go home now.
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Wedding Planner A/N – This story is set completely in AU. I hope it won’t take readers too long to figure out whose wedding is planned here. Your reviews will be treasured and appreciated. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hephaistion strode into his office. ( Read more... )
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Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
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Originally written for artimusdin when she was getting a tooth filling almost - oh, almost year ago now. But between the essay I should be writing right now and how much I wish I was still living in Ireland, I finally got around to finishing this.
Apologies to any fellow Irish stepdancers out there. >.>
An Céilidh
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud preslash
Rating/Warnings: PG; Zack being Zack. Unbetaed.
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JESUS I FORGOT.
amand_r has assembled an awesome multimedia fanfiction project (and I helped! /fiveyearold). Check it out here. Sad (and possibly triggery; she gives appropriate warnings in the header) and lovely.
A taste:
Item: Metal fire-proof box and contents. Catalogue #: 011J36FK-YRT-00l3. Location of retrieval: Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff (Torchwood Three headquarters). Object was found in debris following explosion at the Torchwood Three Hub; outside of the box is scarred, dented' one box corner depressed; burn marking evident; contents unharmed. Priority: low.
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I HAVE CONQUERED MICROSOFT WORD'S TABLE OF CONTENTS FUNCTION.
I deserve a cookie.
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Good Afternoon, everyone, and a good Veteran's Day to you! I hope the veterans in your life are being properly honoured today. I don't have poppies for you but I do have many irrelevant links.
To start with: Valet of Anize has finally been updated! You can find Chapter Six here. Action! Adventure! Conspiracy! Murder! Anarchy! Tea!
Also, it became apparent that many of the newcomers to this journal are not familiar with my Serial Killer Theory Of Tony DiNozzo. Essentially, after the last time (of many) that he was framed for murder, I started thinking it would be really funny if he actually was a serial killer but he's never been framed for a murder he committed. You can find my fictional executions of that theory under Style and Good Boy on my fanfic journal.
Third, Guy (do you have an LJ username, Guy?) linked me a few days ago to The Homo Sapien Tool, which probably wouldn't pass the Alton Brown Multitool Test but is superfunny nonetheless.
And finally, three a: I MADE NANAIMO BARS. And they did not taste like frosted sand! I tweaked the recipe quite a bit and they came out perfectly, but really I blame their perfection on using a square pan this time. Apparently the square pan is magic.
WITNESS:
 
( Nanaimo Bars: Redux )
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Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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It's Tuesday! You know what that means.
Sam's Three Things About NCIS 7.07: ( Endgame )
3a. What's up with the sudden McVoiceover? We've never had a voiceover on this show. I hate voiceovers. This one was better than the Mohinderlogues from Heroes, but still. Voiceovers are a slippery fucking slope.
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So, in my spare time, I've been mainlining a new TV show: Bones.
I've found that I tend to function best this way -- let the show build up a few seasons' worth of steam and then have at it all at once. I watched the entire first season of Heroes up-to-the-hiatus in one fell swoop, and I would never have survived SGA if I'd tried to watch it as it aired (should be noted: did not survive season five).
I'm about 2/3 of the way through season two. While I enjoy the show, I have some issues with the inconsistency with which Brennan is characterised and written. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I can sense that they really wanted to go Pretender on her and just didn't have the balls.
When I started watching I knew a little bit about her character and assumed that she wasn't current on pop culture because she'd been raised in some kind of Amish commune. This would have made more sense, given how she's written, because I don't care how much of a geek you are, if you grew up in America in the eighties, by the time you're fifteen YOU KNOW WHAT CLUE IS. Also, she remarks that "I don't have many clear memories of my mother" which is bullshit, her mother disappeared when she was fifteen. So I suspect they intended to have her parents vanish when she was, say, four, and just messed it up.
ANYWAY. I'm not one to nitpick, but this is pretty bizarre for a major character. The only way I can reconcile my sensible view of reality with the writing of Temperance Brennan is to form something similar to my Tony DiNozzo Is A Serial Killer theory.
( The Grand Unified Theory Of Bones )
IT ALL MAKES SENSE.
Incidentally, ( regarding Zach... )
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I have done something utterly wretched to my shoulder. I don't know what precisely I've done, but I was drying myself off this morning and pulled the towel the wrong way and had sudden sharp pains in my trapezius. I can't actually hold my arm in any way that doesn't cause pain. I'm torn between seeing if my massage therapist has an emergency opening today, or sucking it up and lying down on a heating pad for a while when I get home. The latter is much more appealing, mainly because it means less walking and that I get to lie down a whole lot.
Downside: I can't fall asleep because I might set myself on fire.
The Cafe Job Fair is still getting nibbles occasionally, which is fun to see. Lots of good resources in the comments; if I were a better person with less on my plate I would totally be compiling a resource list. But frankly considering I'm having trouble making my muscles function properly, I think it's commendable I'm at work at all.
I did have a good time with R last night, playing Wheel and catching up on news. He's invited me to drive down to Indiana with him and stay at his parents' place for Thanksgiving, which on the one hand could be LOLARIOUS TIMES but on the other -- well, I have a five day weekend, and I'm an introvert of the classic kind, who actually draws energy and joy from being alone. I really was looking forward to five days of solitude, I was excited about that in the way some people get excited about going to a really good party.
So, I don't know. I'm trying to figure out how to explain to him that I love him like a brother but I VANT TO BE ALOHNE.
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If you were close to death, what would you choose for your last words? To whom would you want to say them?
I would probably call the relative I am least friendly with to my side, and before I die, only manage to say, "T-the family... fortune... is hidden in.... *dead*." Because, knowing my luck, the vultures will be circling my body just waiting for me to bite the dust. Like I have anything except my belongings that'll likely be auctioned before I'm moved to the morgue. My mother, grandmother, and friends would likely keep the rest of the family away, except for the two or three members who I still consider family.
I think I would like to go laughing. Let's relax and tell jokes, reminise on humorous events that will never get boring... maybe it's selfish, but I don't want to leave behind tears. I'd feel pretty miserable if the mere thought of me would bring anyone to tears... well, those I love anyway. ^___^v
Ah, and speaking of death, this is my message to let the minority who really give a beep about me know I survived my low-risk surgery. Break out the booze and brink me a bottle while you're at it!
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Monday, November 9th, 2009
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R picked me up from work today, which was cool, and over burgers and fries for dinner we watched the news, because nothing compliments a fresh hamburger like low-level rage. :D
At one point I was talking about something, I don't recall what, and I said, "...a group of fundies."
"Fundies?" he asked.
"Yeah, you know, fundies."
"Are those the people who dress up like animals?"
AND THEN I LOLED.
"No," I said. "Those are furries. You, uh, shouldn't mix those two up."
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Happy November, oh internet of my heart. I have many exciting things to tell you.
The first and most important is a very happy thing. On Friday I went onto twitter, where I am www.twitter.com/sarahreesbrenna, as an oppressive twitter system denies me my last, delicious 'n.' And I saw people were congratulating me.
Since I had not even managed to get dressed for the day and was indeed cocooned in a fuzzy blanket, this struck me as odd.
When someone told me that The Demon's Lexicon had been nominated for a Carnegie award, I became hopelessly entangled in my blanket and almost fell down.
The Carnegie Medal is the British equivalent of the Newbery and the National Book Award. Richard Adams won it for Watership Down. Margaret Mahy, being a writing goddess, has won it twice. It is indeed an honour to be nominated, especially in the company of such people as Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Laurie Halse Anderson, and R.J. Anderson for her awesome book Knife.
When you have a book out, you spend a lot of time trying to find out what people think. A bad internet review can make you lie down in the floor cuddling a cup of hot chocolate and murmuring 'You are my only friend, Mr Cuplington.' (All right, maybe that's just me.) So something like this just transformed my day, and made me wander around in a daze of joy all weekend.
My book. Nominated for a Carnegie. Mr Cuplington and I are so happy.
In other news, Cassandra Clare's lovely fansite Mundie Moms have been so very kind as to make Demon's Lexicon their Book of the Month. There's a forum up where people are already discussing it, and on November the 12th, 9 PM EST, there will be an online chat.
Here is the link to the chat now - hope to see some of you at the chat in an hour and a half!
And a present for you all: here is the first chapter of the second book, The Demon's Covenant, which will also be up on the website very soon. I hope you enjoy!
( The Demon's Covenant, Chapter One )
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Sunday, November 8th, 2009
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Title: 10 Drabbles
Rating: PG for some suggested themes? If you squint...
Pairing: Tachibana/Shinji
Summary: The twisting road of hooking up and falling in love. Based off the 10 Drabbles for 10 Songs meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I'm just playing.
Warnings: Um, cliches and some beating on of boy's fragile emotions?
Follow Me For Fun
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I am proud of many things tonight, including the beautiful and properly-made Nanaimo bars I concocted earlier this evening (it was an issue of butter-to-graham-cracker, solved it now). I am also proud of having hung a bunch of new posters and the cool art deco wall clock mum sent me.
Mostly I am proud of you guys though, for stepping up and putting yourself out there in the Cafe Job Post and also for going back to it and giving each other so much help. We have over 600 comments on the post, and hopefully people have a little bit of hope and a lot of career guidance they didn't have before. GOOD LUCK, JOB SEEKERS, and thank you to everyone who commented to send them links and advice.
I did drown in comments a little bit, but it was totally worth it.
And now, to bed! This week won't suck as much as the last one did, I feel it in my unbroken bones.
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Good morning, Cafe!
On Friday night I posted a call for jobseekers to post their locations, skills, and needs in the Cafe as a way to help some of our little community find jobs. I screened comments because I wanted as many people as possible to get to comment, without the latecomers being unseen because the moment had passed.
I've had responses from scientists, artists, teachers, the spouses and children of loved ones with no job, and people who want to be members of the Ninja Office Admin guild, among others. If you are looking for someone to employ, there is someone in that post for you!
I've unscreened the comments, so you are now free to check out The Cafe Talent Pool. It's pretty impressive.
Please go have a look at the post and see what advice, links, knowledge, etc you can offer. Especially since if nobody comments it makes me look like an asshole. :D And you never know, you might make a new friend.
Jobseekers, you're not exempt from that request -- you may not have a job but you have skills and knowledge and you should know each other, the better to help each other out. And if you missed the original post it's not too late to comment.
Have fun, guys, and be excellent to each other!
*hides under blanket in optimistic preparation of comment storm*
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Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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I am home!
I had a blast at the museum. There were a lot of exhibits I wanted to see and I got to see all but one, plus they've TOTALLY REARRANGED EVERYTHING since the last time I was there (admittedly this was a while ago) so it was like a whole new museum yet still filled with all my old favourite artwork.
( Childrens' Books, Burnham, Collage, Castle, Buddha, Sandwiches, Arts, and Crafts. )
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Do you see this amazing sandwich? Witness the sweet potato chips!
OM NOM NOMmmmmmmm.
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View from the Nichols Bridgeway, outside the Art Institute's new Modern wing. The landscape of ADVENTUR!
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Friday, November 6th, 2009
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darthhellokitty has given me an IDEA. I should have had this idea months ago, but now that I have it, I'm going to release it onto the internet.
WELCOME TO THE SAM'S CAFE JOB FAIR AND TEMP AGENCY. Our motto is, "Being unemployed is some bullshit. Give me a job."
HERE IS WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. This post is set up with screened comments. If you are unemployed or soon to be so, post here with your job search. Like so:
HI, MY NAME IS Slim Shady Sam.
I COME FROM France Chicago.
WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE A Ninja Office Boy, a dramaturg, or an emperor.
PLEASE SHARE WITH ME Job openings / Jobsearch sites or temp agencies in my field or area / tips from pros working in my field / internship and volunteer opportunities / someone to beta my resume / etc etc etc
Feel free to post anonymously if you wish.
On Sunday morning, about 36 hours from now, I'll unscreen the comments and post a link directing people back to this post. Anyone who has advice, open positions, or helpful links can then scroll through the comments and help you find what you seek.
Our goal is to help three people get jobs. Just three people! Surely the other 2697 of us can find jobs for three of us.
Go ye forth and network.
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It may not shock you to learn that after six months of intense RPG action, the Askworld kids have kept in contact. Because we both work for nonprofit agencies, snaxcident and I tend to have the occasional "Hey, NFPs could use this!" moment, which I swear is all that I intended when I sent an innocent email...that prepared me for WORLD DOMINATION.
( Canadians fucking love webinars. )
Between this and getting metaquoted last night, my conquest of the internet continues apace.
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accomplished.
excited.
amused.
restless.
happy.
bouncy.