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Monday, April 17th, 2006
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10:39 pm - closure
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I suppose I should say goodbye. I barely remembered this password to get into this account.
I don't think I really grew out of slash/yaoi. Reading it still moves me, titillates me, makes me want to write more in return. But... for some reason, I'm not reading it anymore.
What to say? I bought a house near my friends. I got promoted into a position at work with more responsibilities. I took up several time-consuming social hobbies, and I moved in with a wonderful man who (amazingly) may love me even more than I love him. I just don't have time to sit and read from the screen any more.
(Though... the one thing I would wish for myself is more time to read. I haven't written anything for over a year. It startles me, when I think about it.)
Nevertheless, I'm very happy.
I wish you all the best. Thank you for sharing your words with me, and for allowing me to share mine.
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| Sunday, March 27th, 2005
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11:17 pm - the crow doth sing as sweetly
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Finally saw The Merchant of Venice. Better production than the reviews would have it. Relationship between Antonio and Bassanio too obvious for comment. Al Pacino surprisingly passable as Shylock; kept him from falling too badly into caricature. Joseph Fiennes surprisingly unsexy (long greasy hair totally not his style; emphasizes the fact that his puppy-dog eyes are too close together). Lynn Collins as young lad is prettier than when she's plain old Portia; unfortunate, really.
The best part of the show was Jeremy Irons, who as Antonio delivered Shakespearean language as if he were born using it and gave just the right amount of weary dignity to the character. Entire audience fell for him. Comment from Adai, as we're walking out of the theater: "If I look half that good when I'm sixty, I'll be lucky."
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| Sunday, August 1st, 2004
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7:48 pm - fic reflects life
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I can't find my copy of the Silmarillion. I believe Ming may have it. Cannot be arsed to go to the library/bookstore and find one. (I can't help but think that I'm getting some details wrong. It's been a while since I've read this bit.) Oh well; we'll just have to leave this the way it is.
( rock-climbing elf fic )
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1:15 pm - rock on.
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I think I should rename this journal to "Keieru's ficlog and her journal for the random times when she's not on the computer that remembers her pitas password."
We went rock climbing yesterday. I can climb in indoor gyms and have been doing so for the better part of a year: great exercise, v. fun, mentally challenging (esp. on the harder routes), good for muscle tone. Also good for overcoming latent acrophobia. However, familiarity seems to have bred contempt; indoor rock climbing is not remotely the same as outdoor.
See, apparently "up high" is not the same as "up high with wind tugging your hair and pebbles shifting under your fingers." When you're clinging to the rock with nothing but fingertips and toes, shifting pebbles is a big deal. Fear clenches the muscles, weakens the grip, slows your motions. I made it to the top out of sheer stubbornness and refusal to look down, but had to sit for a long moment afterwards, wide-eyed and trembling, while my friends made fun of me.
I can't deny that there's a certain thrill to it, though. And the view from the top was amazing.
The older engineers at work are full of regrets and advice. They're in their forties, fifties, with children. They tell me that I shouldn't be working overtime while I'm in my twenties. I should be out seeing the world, gathering new experiences, savoring my freedom. I should be out looking for excitement.
Happily, that does not seem to be a problem.
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| Tuesday, June 8th, 2004
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7:34 am - ...ow.
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...so I slipped on a wet spot this morning and fell on bathroom tile, resulting in a spectacular swelling bruise along my jaw (point of impact) and somewhat less impressive bruising down my right side.
Still dizzy. I think I'll take a sick day to catch up on all the FSTs I've downloaded but not yet listened to. And perhaps I'll think of something for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) iafdrabble, because those writing challenges look intriguing.
But first: it's icepack time.
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| Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
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10:03 pm - Too lazy to log in to pitas
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When I was at my old job, I frequently complained that my brain was rotting from lack of use. Now that I'm working at a job that actually requires mental faculties, I find to my horror that I was right. My brain isn't accustomed to all this exercise. It hasn't had to think this much since college. My brain is actually tired.
Man, I'm glad I got this new job. It's worth it, long commute and all.
Coming home, I heard on the radio that Americans identified themselves with their jobs. The career becomes all-consuming, creating dutiful little drones that work fifty hours a week and refuse to take vacation time. Productivity and self-worth begin to blend together. The reporter cited the American work ethic as one of the reasons the job market was so tight; why should companies hire more people, when one worker bee can do the work of three?
The report made me uncomfortable for a moment. But I've only been working about an hour over each day. So really, I'm only doing the work of 1.12 people.
Currently catching up on half a week's worth of friendslist entries... and then I'm going to go unpack some more boxes. It's been weeks, and I still haven't finished moving in.
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| Thursday, January 29th, 2004
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9:30 pm - ah, siblings
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I must be getting old; this was the first winter feverchill that laid me low for more than a day or two.
Two weeks of sniffles and dizziness; the upside is that I got to spend more time with my little brother. He's adorable. He reads compulsively, plays chess, and babbles about string theory in his newly deepened voice. He does not belong to the anime club at school; he and his friends are too cool for that sort of thing. They watch digisubs. (I told him that when I was in high school, there hadn't even been an anime club. He was not impressed.)
( He recognized Gravi on my bookshelf. )
The reason I bring up my brother is this: I tried to start watching HikaGo, but I felt that I was missing something by not knowing anything about the game. It didn't take much to convince my brother to play a couple rounds of Go. (Naturally he wiped the floor with me; he's a good strategist, and I'm terrible at board games. I become too emotionally invested to think clearly. It's the same with chess, in which I am irrationally fond of my pawns.) In return, solely to amuse him, I wrote a silly Discworld / HikaGo drabble.
( Time limit )
What can I say? It was a present. And it's got his favorite Discworld characters in.
I've actually done some pretty strange things to amuse my siblings. [cough]HP/GW bodyswitching crossover[cough]
...don't worry, I won't post that one. Yet.
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| Saturday, December 20th, 2003
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12:12 am - hobbit fluff
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I saw ROTK last night. I am now constantly fighting the urge to go back and see it again. Perfectly good free fansubs to watch in the comfort of my own home, and here I am twitching to pay $9 to sit in a folding theater seat for three hours instead. What an odd thing the human mind is.
To indulge myself, I'm writing ickle hobbit fluff.
Er, spoilers for ROTK. In case there's someone out there who doesn't know how the books end.
( hungry baby hobbitses )
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| Sunday, December 7th, 2003
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11:48 pm - so very seasonal
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9:20 pm - quantity, quality
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So here's the thing with this year's Nanowrimo: it beat me.
Last year, you see, I won. I wrote something like 52k words in under three weeks. Absolute crap, all of it; the plot meandered and the writing sucked. I could find a worthwhile paragraph in maybe every 2 or 3 thousand words. So I put it away, and I never want to see it again.
This year, I started with high hopes. I liked my storyline, I liked my characters, all was well. I was even writing quality stuff. Two weeks in, I was dreadfully behind. When I tried to catch up, the quality deteriorated.
So I thought: screw this. I'm not going to write crap, and I'm not going to squash the inner editor any longer.
Novel is currently at 30k. Far behind by Nano standards (especially considering that we're well into December), but it's still being written. And, most importantly, I like it. Which is, of course, more important than having a lot of it.
(If you add in the school papers I cowrote during November, though, my productivity quota goes up another 8k.)
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| Sunday, November 23rd, 2003
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5:55 pm - RPAF
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I love this recent business of RPAF. Real Person Anthropormorphic Fiction is of the same ilk as the PotC fandom's Jack/Pearl or Barbossa/Apple, and with a wonderful tongue-in-cheek hilarity to boot.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) permetaform seems to have been the impetus, and has even created a list of such fic. Personally I recommend Longing (Johnny Depp / Ring), as well as this El/Gun, Sands/Gun, implied El/Guitar bit of Mexico madness.
Speaking of the delectable Mr Depp, I seem to have him mentally filed under the same category as Gackt. Too pretty and strange to be real, and therefore obviously fair game for strange and pretty fic such as Johnny/Acting slash.
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| Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
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6:07 pm - nano update
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I am currently about 20k words behind schedule. I had pretty much given up hope, but was struck by inspiration during class. (Truly, there's nothing like lecture boredom to get the juices flowing...) Here's the miracle: I produced 8k words today.
I knew that taking a grad class would turn out to be a good idea.
In the process, I discovered that I am utterly unable to write from the viewpoint of a boy lusting after a girl. The scene was turning out clumsy and stupid, no charm or rhythm to it. I finally had to put myself in slash mentality to finish it off properly.
Ah well; the readers will never know.
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| Sunday, October 19th, 2003
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10:31 pm - out of the blue
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Felt like writing today. Coincidentally, it was a 15-minute ficlet Sunday.
More kid's litfic, since I just read this book and the characters have been playing around in my head...
Fandom: The Thief Lord (is there a fandom for this book? do I really want to know if there is?).
( word #25 )
If I keep slashing children's literature, I'm going to look like some sort of perverted character. Oh wait...
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| Thursday, October 16th, 2003
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10:07 pm - the ficcing impulse
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It's been a long while since I've ficced. I mean, I'm still keeping up with things; I've been avidly reading other people's fic, and reccing it, and sometimes even bothering to write feedback. And I've been writing original scribbles, here and there. But I haven't written any fanfic for... oh, ages and ages. Scary, really. Somewhere along the line, the impulse faded.
And somehow, it makes me feel like less of a fan.
(Today's entry was brought to you by: a lovely bit of fb I received, for the HPfic I wrote almost two years ago.)
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| Friday, June 20th, 2003
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5:22 pm - 15-minute ficlet #7
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I figured I ought to do this week's 15-minute ficlet before the weekend, seeing as I'm going to get a book in the mail tomorrow.
Harry Potter, total G
( word #7: sign )
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| Saturday, June 14th, 2003
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12:23 am - 15-minute ficlet
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heinous_bitca has been suggesting weekly words for 15-minute ficlets, any fandom. How cool is that? I'm jumping in at word #6.
Dark is Rising, mild R
( word #6 )
...figures; in my head, the word "fantasy" related quite clearly to the fic, but it didn't even appear once in all the blathering. Ah well. Maybe next time.
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| Sunday, May 27th, 2001
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1:33 pm
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I got a livejournal for the company. I actually already have another journal here, on pitas. Let's see how long I can keep up this dual existence...
(Not very long, I bet. This thing is so cute! And there's a convenient little client and everything, and and and... I feel like a traitor. Oy. My poor neglected pita...)
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