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Sister Pepper Spray of Enlightenment
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[Sep. 4th, 2008|06:09 pm] |
Summer school's almost over. I have my physics final on the 10th, math final on the 12th, and then no classes until the 25th, at which time I'm starting intro biology and o-chem, finishing the physics series, and also taking stats for health & life sciences.
Meanwhile, while I'm not studying (read: whenever the siren song of SGA overpowers me) I'm working on my Fall Fandom Free-For-All project. I had no idea iMovie's "audio FX" section would let me mess with the equalizer so thoroughly. Much easier to hear the drums now. Also, totally gave me an excuse to order the season 4 DVDs. \o/
"Warrior" works very well for me as a Teyla song, but I'm grappling a little bit with not letting it slip into "Teyla POV", rather than "Teyla", and having everyone else--notably Michael--take over the visuals, especially since the chorus and a good bit of the verses are addressed to an unknown second person. I'm considering just ignoring the shift from "me" to "you" and back, i.e. assuming that it's the impersonal "you" and it's meant to create some distance rather than to actually refer to someone else. The first use of "you" in the song does seem to fit that interpretation perfectly, but later in the same verse the imperative "let me out" indicates she's addressing someone else, which creates a second character and complicates things, and then towards the end, the line "I'll make you want me" sort of throws me out of the Teyla-story -- my knee-jerk interpretation of that line is a meta reference to Teyla's role on the show as the sexy alien, which, kinda skeevy. I could maybe twist it around and make it about Rachel Luttrell forcing the writers to give Teyla a little more depth with the sheer power of her awesomeness, and Teyla's character in fandom getting a much warmer reception than Sam Carter got -- at least, among John/Rodney fen vs Jack/Daniel fen. I can't really speak to any other corner of fandom.
I'm also trying to avoid doing too much of the obvious "warrior" = Teyla kicking people's asses thing, since there are other ways Teyla exudes awesome.
Yeah, that's pretty much it. Watch this space. Or don't, since, you know, you might be watching a while.
ETA: You know your project is taking over your brain when you're so absorbed in figuring it out that you make your dinner -- the same turkey sandwich you've been eating all year -- and forget the turkey. *facepalm* |
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| So... |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
That water-on-the-laptop thing? It ended well. The next day, I took the 8am Yolobus (free) to Sac Regional Transit ($5 for a day pass) to the Sacramento Apple Store, told them the laptop had spontaneously turned itself off and wasn't turning on again, and a week later Fedex brought it back to me, all fixed up and free of charge. They even fixed the chip on the casing. I was a little ambivalent about not mentioning the water--both because I pick the worst times to be a goody-two-shoes and because I thought they might need to know the nature of the damage to fix it--but I haven't been struck by lightning yet, so I'm counting this one a win.
Physics and math are still going exceedingly well. I got about 91% on the midterm (worth 35% of the grade), and the curve makes 75% or higher an A. One of my physics groupmates also watches Atlantis, and we all seem to mostly get each other's pop culture references, which is fun. Another of my physics groupmates--the guy who rarely does the homework--told me maybe a week ago that my reasoning was right, but my answer was wrong, prompting me to burst out with "are you serious, or do I have to drop an anvil on your head?" Good times. And the TA's nice and generally quite helpful.
I've had nothing to do on the weekends, except lunch at the farmer's market on Saturdays--homemade tamales are not to be missed. Anyway, when my mom's sister came to visit her and told her about geocaching, she promptly bought me a nice little GPS unit so I could try it out. It arrived yesterday, and I've been reading up on geocaching all morning. Seems there are a number of caches within biking distance of my apartment--there's at least one on campus, from what I can tell.
The wifi lounges are closed today, inexplicably, so the only power outlets available are in the hallways, hence my current location. It's really very odd--usually Griffin is open by 9 or so, even on Fridays. Is there a holiday coming up I've forgotten about?
Summer in Davis has been very nice so far. We've had a few weeks here and there of truly beastly heat, but mostly the highs have been in the high 90s or lower. This past week has been mostly mid-90s, and the forecast says it should cool down some more over the next week. We had maybe a week of bad air quality due to the fires a couple weeks ago, but it cleared up pretty quickly. The farmer's market has been something to see, and I'm really enjoying the reduced population density, especially minus the utter silence that settles in over holidays. The longer days seem to be good for me, too--I'm back on a normal circadian rhythm, since I pretty much have to go to bed an hour or two after it gets dark if I want any hope of getting enough sleep. (My room faces northeast, with windows on both sides.)
My roommate is married, as I may or may not have said before, so one of his favorite topics of conversation seems to be why I'm not dating anyone at the moment. My answers mostly boil down to "because", which is, okay, a little awkward, but mostly funny. He seems to be under the impression I... have a lot more experience with it than I actually do. I kind of want to tell him it's because I'm a sociopath. I guess I'm mean like that. It sort of seems like that's what people really want to know when they inquire after your social/romantic life--whether or not you're nuts or otherwise intolerable. I can't conceive of any other reason they'd be interested, or consider it their business. Not that I mind, in this specific case--he's just making conversation, and there's certainly nothing malicious about it.
My sister bought a day pass to Comic-Con mostly to attend the Atlantis panel--her lust for Joe Flanigan grew by leaps and bounds when I showed her this--fast-foward to about 4:20. Unfortunately, she could only guess at when the panel would be held, and she guessed wrong--she's going Thursday, the panel's Friday. She's still going, though, because historically most of the good stuff's on Thursday. I guess my point is, I wish I could be there. Clearly, I'm still fifteen.
I think that's about all I've got, aside from the obvious comment on the awesomeness of "Search & Rescue". MOAR PLZ. Also, seconding the entire fandom when I say: this show needs more Ronon and Teyla, just in general. Kthx. |
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| What I've been up to, now with added weeping and gnashing of teeth |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|02:34 pm] |
This week has been one long parade of win. I'm having fun in Physics, the weather's been nice, Math (so far) is incredibly easy, the county's going to dump roughly $600 in my lap pretty soon, I may have found a really excellent job, and my double helix earrings arrived this morning (so pretty!).
So I guess I was about due for a smack in the face from the You Lose fairy. Around noon, I spilled about a cup of water on the keyboard of my 6-month-old Macbook. Don't ask, just know I had a very valid reason for the water being there. And no, I wasn't drinking it. The screen went black, and of course I immediately went for the towel I also happened to have with me. (Again, don't ask. You don't want to know.) I turned the laptop upside down over the towel to let the water drain, dried off all accessible surfaces as best I could, opened the battery compartment and dried that, and called AppleCare. They said a few things: 1) don't try to turn it on, 2) there's a good chance of internal damage, so get it to the Apple Store ASAP, and 3) AppleCare won't cover it. Fantastic. I may be just a little too attached to it, because I can't remember the last time I cried, and yet a possibly damaged laptop after a great week made me bawl like a little kid. Mom said she was afraid I'd hurt myself when I answered her call (in response to my page). I'm not sure if it's the money, or the "goddammit, I did it again" factor, or if it's just that the prospect of losing my laptop is like losing a baby--6 months of my life, maybe even my self, to some extent, just gone. Or maybe I'm just shallow.
Unfortunately, the closest Apple Store is about an hour away by car, and more like 2-3 hours away by public transport, which is pretty much my only option, since I can't drive, I don't know anyone who can give me a ride, and a taxi would be about $70 one-way. My plan is to take the first bus out tomorrow morning and spend as long as I can hanging out at the Genius Bar in case someone doesn't show up for their appointment. After that, I dunno. I don't think I can afford to miss Physics lab, which means I can't leave until noon on a weekday, and if I want to get home I have to leave the store by 6. Maybe I should just bite the bullet and take a taxi to an afternoon appointment.
I just finished a program yesterday afternoon to do the calculations I regularly do for Travians--my character is a smith, which requires that I regularly buy both iron ore and coal, so the math gets a little more involved than the math for pretty much any other profession. The user inputs the market prices of ore and coal, the cash available to them, the ore and coal in their warehouse, and how much iron they want to make (or 0 to solve for the greatest possible amount), and the program spits out how much ore and coal to buy and how much money they'll be left with. Very handy--it cut down about a minute of data collection and figuring to 5 seconds of data collection. Stupid water. Stupid... reason for the water being there.
Okay. Whining done. I feel a little better. Thanks for listening, Internet.
On a lighter note, I've been having a lot of fun in Physics lab--my group is pretty much completely composed of lovely, funny, smart people, who don't seem to mind my occasional fits of chalkboard-assisted argumentative explanation. They don't even seem to mind that talking about any academic subject I'm comfortable with seems to spontaneously morph into flirting, at least on my part. Like so:
Groupmate: It's a sine wave.
Me: Well, not exactly--
Groupmate: Yes, exactly, it's a sine wave.
Me: Mm, sine, cosine... *flirty little head tilt*
And I don't even realize I'm doing it until 5 seconds later. Does that make me a true nerd, or a true nerd-groupie? (I need a "talk nerdy to me" shirt, don't I?) BTW: if anyone reading this knows, did I make an idiot of myself there? Is cosine also classified as a sine wave?
I've been looking for a part-time job, and I think I may have found something ideal. It's an office assistant position, and they're looking for someone with office experience (I've got 2 years), familiar and comfortable with Macs and the accompanying Office suite (ooh! ooh! mememe!), and with some accounting or other management coursework (I took 2 quarters of basic accounting this year). I think the employer is a health management consultant... something like that. The important part being, it's in the healthcare field, which interests me because I'm a biochemistry major, and I have most of the sought-after skillset. So... wish me luck with the interview!
And... I think that's all. I'm going to go look up tomorrow's bus schedule. Later, all.
ETA: I forgot to mention the Korean soap opera I've been watching. Somebody put together an English sub of "My Name is Kim Sam Soon" and posted it on Youtube. That version lacks the end of the finale, but I eventually discovered someone else has a similar English sub with the complete finale on Veoh. It's like crack. |
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| Weighing whether to stay or go. |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|08:44 pm] |
Pros:
Location. (Close to Kaiser, Safeway, bike path.)
Cheap.
I get my own room.
Cons:
Pet policy is not enforced. (Dude, there's a German Shepherd living down the hall. That's against policy on at least two counts.)
There's a giant heat vent right under my window. That's gonna be unmitigated hell in the summer.
My room is freaking tiny. I have a desk, a twin bed, and a bookshelf, and that's all I have room for.
The bathroom is shared with the entire floor and therefore grody. Also, awkward. And the shower stalls are tiny and disgusting and are impossible to shave your legs in.
It's a co-op and yet I know nobody.
And you can't trust people not to eat your food out of the fridge.
Also, the internet sucks. (It kicks me off every 5 minutes or so.)
The common areas are dark and dismal and depressing. And nobody's ever around. |
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| bike accident, pt 2 |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|06:33 pm] |
I learned a new word today. Well, a new use for an old one, anyway. Drainage. As in, the nurse looked at the skinless, pus-filled heel of my hand and said, "well, that's the kind of drainage I'd expect from that." Like she was looking at a flooded basement or something. Then she gave me free gigantic bandaids, gauze, antibiotic ointment and medical tape. I like nurses.
The doctor actually told me to uncover it after 48 hours, but it's still far too disgusting to inflict on other people. I'm sorry, pus is a line I'm not willing to cross. (Anyway, all I really need to do for sympathy is walk around with my hand in mummy wrappings.)
I have a Netflix subscription! I got Dad to get me one, just for this quarter, because the other ways of getting ahold of the movies for my freshman seminar are incredibly unreliable. The first one in my queue after the assigned films? Wordplay. Jon Stewart! Bill Clinton! NPR! *geeks out*
Maybe I should get "Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead" after that. Or "Half Baked" or "Outfoxed" or something. Hmm. *goes to browse Google Video* |
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| winter quarter so far, plus "wouldn't it be nice?" rambling |
[Feb. 2nd, 2007|07:06 pm] |
I'm taking five classes: Ancient Lit, Astronomy 10S, Geology 1, Psych 1, and a freshman seminar on lawyers in the movies. I love Ancient Lit, really like Geology, and just like the others. Astronomy and Psych are haaard.
Best thing about Ancient Lit? The professor's a slasher, or I'll eat my hat. And she's adorably weird--self-professed fan of office supplies. Also just adorable. Skinny, short hair, and she normally teaches French, so she's always looking at us and nodding like "comprende?" after she says anything. Also, I wore my "zombie eat flesh" shirt to class once, and when some guy asked where I got it, I said "ever heard of Television Without Pity?" and the girl who sits next to me went "TWoP!" like I'd suggested we order pizza.
Geology is fun, too. The chapter on volcanoes was easy, thanks to watching that particular National Geographic special endlessly as a small child. And the prof talks about Katrina and global climate change a lot. Handy.
My Astronomy and Psych profs are good, too--my Psych prof is really funny, actually, and my Astronomy prof is somewhere between funny and curmudgeonly. There's just a lot of material, and it can get kind of confusing.
( This is not a tangent; this entry is just too long to inflict on your friends page. ) |
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[Dec. 1st, 2006|11:12 pm] |
So I'm not dead. Just in college. Almost the same thing, but not quite. That play I sent in? Yeah, I won a production. Good times. And I took Sis to see Othello and was a little bit disappointed. I liked their Much Ado About Nothing a lot better.
I got a bike over the summer. It's a red women's Schwinn CrossFit. I've dubbed it Rattletrap, because that plastic thing that sits between the cassette and the spokes is all busted up because of the way I lock it, and it rattles like crazy. Other than that, though, it's an excellent bike and I love it to death. I slapped on a rear rack--one of those spring-loaded ones--and a bell, and that's all I need.
I love my Comparative Literature class--"The Modern Crisis," taught by a woman who is extraordinarily good to my ego. Gives it treats and everything. We read Faust, then Freud, then Frankenstein, then Orlando and finally Waiting for Godot. On Wednesday we did a reading of Act I. I got to call a guy nearly twice my size "a trifle effeminate"--I almost cracked up.
Also, I'm taking a freshman seminar on British humor--seriously, the title of the course is "British Humor: Literature and Performance." We went to see Borat a few weeks ago, and the best part is the university paid for it. My final paper is going to be John Oliver vs. Stephen Colbert, because I swear to God I've seen work Colbert's done that had me going "didn't Fry & Laurie/Monty Python/some notable British comedian do something like that once?" Also, it's a good case study in how British humor and American audiences come together.
( jesus god would you look at the size of that guy's tangent. )
Giant tangent aside, uhh. Oh, yeah, I have a job. I wouldn't call it interesting, but it pays well, the hours are very flexible, the people are nice, and it's very close by. I like it. It means I have money for presents. I've already ordered everything I'm getting online, and tomorrow is a trip to the Farmer's Market to get stuff for the old ladies I know.
Aaannd finally, next quarter there is a freshman seminar, "Guilty Pleasures: Films We Love To Watch," that's using The Blues Brothers and Ferris Bueller's Day Off as texts, and the final project is to make a guilty pleasure sort of film, and I am there with bells on. Of course, by "there" I mean "on the waiting list". Why must they assign registration times alphabetically by last name? Doesn't that unfairly disadvantage all the Zuckermans out there? Why can't they use a random number generator? Bastards. |
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| week in review |
[May. 14th, 2006|03:41 pm] |
During last-minute chapter writing, discovered classical music=instant productivity--four pages, single-spaced, in two nights. I write really agonizingly slowly, so that's a lot for me. So I dragged Dad down to Tower Records and got this, this, this, and this--that last one on Watson's recommendation. I'm taking music recs from fictional characters. I don't know what exactly that says about me. Anyway, it's my favorite of the lot, and it was like $7.
I also got some non-classical--I've been waiting to get some Old 97s since I got ahold of somebody's bootleg of one of their live shows, and they had Fight Songs for $10, so I got it. I was a little disappointed, because the live versions I have are a lot more energetic even if the quality is shit, but it's still a good album. I investigated Led Zeppelin, but everything was $18 or higher except for a collection of covers, which is kind of a lame thing to have when I have no actual albums. I was browsing the sale racks (I found Court and Spark for $8, and as I love A Perfect Circle's cover of "Fiddle and the Drum", and Dad said it was probably one of her best albums, I got it and have been listening to it on loop while baking [which I'll get to later]) anyway, I was browsing the sale racks and Dad came up, handed me this, and said "Canadian," i.e. "LOL, you Canuckophile". I don't think he actually expected me to go for it--I went "ooh, I know this guy!" and immediately turned it over to see if it had "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", and the look on his face was priceless. So I bought it, but iTunes can't seem to import "If It Should Please You" for some reason. I tried twice, and both times my computer crashed. All the other songs worked fine, it's just that one that's giving me problems. Oh well.
Sis bought a Gwen Stefani album to torture her friends with, but it was only $10, so that's not too soulcrushingly awful. Dad got a Bogie movie and a random assortment of Three Stooges episodes. The eye-poking gets me every time.
Then we went home, and having collected Mom's recipe and Googled for sour cream substitutes, I started in on no-milk banana bread. ( further adventures in baking with soy! )
Also, Borders has a coupon thing going on--you use one, they give you another one, you begin to see their evil plan, but hey, it's a quarter off, so you use it anyway. I got the first one buying THE COMPLETE SHERLOCK HOLMES volume 1. I bought Ulysses with that one (which, one, awesome book, and two, I think I'm absorbing some Joyce-mojo, because the first morning I brought it to school, I was so tired I fell asleep outside Tricia's class with the book open in my lap, and that morning I wrote like I hadn't written in ages and I didn't hate it), and then last Friday I got a set of moleskine ruled journals, because my current writing journal is bound with some kind of shitty glue and thus is falling apart, which sucks because I love the way it looks--solid black cover, feels like leather, graph-paper pages, I have a promo pic of Lisa Edelstein taped to the inside front cover. Anyway! The new journals are awesome--they're, um, what do you call it when the binding is just the pages and the cover all stitched together? And they lie a whole lot flatter than my old one did, probably because they're thinner, and they don't weigh like 5 pounds.
I need to see the new Doctor Who. There is one, isn't there? It comes out on Saturdays? I guess I'll find out. Ta, all. *sweeps out of empty auditorium with a flourish*
ETA: *pokes head back in* Also! I finished my one-act play and sent it off to the Library of Congress and the California Young Playwrights Contest. Dad said it was kind of a hit-you-in-the-head-with-a-hammer sort of thing--he's right, even I thought the third scene (which is the one he saw performed) was pretty anvilicious--but three other people whose opinions I hold in pretty high esteem said it was awesome, and the deadline was getting close, so I made a few final adjustments and sent it off. That's the last I'll hear of it until September, I expect, but I'll probably at least get some concrit from the Playwrights Contest, and I have a copyright in my name. Not that I'll be making any money off it, but it amuses me anyway.
Speaking of plays, I suggested to Sis that I take her to see the Old Globe's Othello for her birthday, and she agreed. Now I just have to get Dad to lend me the money, and I'll shut up before this post gets any longer. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|10:09 am] |
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Oh, Davis. I think I love you. And it just so happens we're heading up there to tour the campus Friday morning! So it looks like I'll get to see it Thursday or Friday night. *happydance*
It looks like I'll be going to a UC for college. I got into Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara, and Davis (obviously), and I still haven't heard from Berkeley, but I think if they were going to let me in I'd know by now. As far as majors go, I'm kind of torn between film and linguistics. Maybe I'll major in one and minor in the other, I dunno.
If I had to pick right now, I'd probably pick Davis--they've got a reputation as a "small town university," which I normally wouldn't go for, but the part where it's a UC makes the small town part look pretty good to me. Their linguistics program looks good, and their film program is new, but apparently really taking off, and it's been my experience that that's often the best time to get into a program. HTH is starting to languish, I think. Or maybe it's just the senior class. Also, Davis has the Mom Seal Of Approval--not that I normally care what she thinks, but she does know a few things about the UCs, having gone to medical school at Irvine.
Also, hi! I'm not dead, I just have a senior project! (That would be a novella and a one-act play.) |
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| not dead, just pining for the fjords |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|10:33 am] |
( loot )
Since the last time I posted:
I lost my iPod on November 17th. The Transit Store didn't have it. I figure somebody managed to get it off my belt on the bus. Dammit. At least I only lost the iPod and the case. I plan to console myself with a video iPod next summer. My sister's getting one, too--she's calling it Benton. I figure I'll call mine either Diefenbaker or No-Smell Bob. I considered Ray, but that's a bit obvious, isn't it? Or maybe Stanley, since we're going with hated first names.
I've seen all of due South except "Mountie Sings the Blues," and I'll probably be seeing that within the month. There is no end to my love for this show.
I'm responsible for putting the class book into InDesign. This would be much less of a problem if certain people would just send me their content already. (I have 17 pages. We're supposed to submit 14 each. Eric's response: "How dare you be such a good writer!" Me: "How dare you flatter me needlessly!")
I've been watching a lot of Callum Keith Rennie stuff. Wilby Wonderful made me smile. CKR's character is the only one who's got his shit together. Also, Paul Gross' ass? Very nice. And he gets a makeout scene! Falling Angels reminded me of The Lovely Bones, for some odd reason, and Rachel's novel-in-progress, for more obvious reasons. Obvious to me, I mean. Flower & Garnet was... hard to describe. Bleak, quiet, uplifting, very good. The pilot of Tru Calling -- oh my god, so bad. CKR was good, but he gets so little screen time it's not really worth it. La Femme Nikita 109 & 110 -- dude, I totally would have quit Trenchcoat Central for Gray Wellman. Trenchcoat Central was lame. And Twitch City! Oh my god, best sitcom ever.
My system crashed. I lost my (rather extensive) music collection and all of my due South except 101-107. I am currently attempting to recover it through ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) ds_reruns and *cough* other sources. Season 4 shouldn't be a problem, except maybe Call of the Wild, and I've got 201-212 pretty much in the bag, but season 3 might turn out to be harder than I expected. I've only been able to find Perfect Strangers through MOTB part 1.
I saw Bullitt. OMG. I get Ray Kowalski's thing for Steve McQueen now. Also, I think I'm developing a thing for detective/cop movies/TV.
And, er, that's all. I think. |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2005|09:47 am] |
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*uses molars as incisors* |
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| week in review |
[Nov. 10th, 2005|08:50 pm] |
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House: Oh, fabulous. H/W is, well, it always was canon. Now with added textiness?
QI 3.07: Stephen's jacket induces a massive WTF? And the whole "give me that loofah!" thing had me rolling.
due South: Have finished season 1 and seen a crappy squinty-vision version of North. I need another fandom like a hole in the head, but I can't help it, I love it so much. Why is there not more Vecchio fic? Because I'm really feeling the Vecchio love. Also, I capped Victoria's Secret like mad for icons. Why must this show be so good with the light?
Also:
Shut up. I write slowly.
And... I have a three-day weekend, and that really is all. Boring week. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|12:28 pm] |
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So I'm writing this novel for senior project. (What's the definition of a novel, in terms of word count? I kind of want one of those progress bar things.) I shared part of the first chapter and the plot outline with the class on Friday, and Tricia says she loves my writing, which is encouraging. She went on to say it reminded her of a couple of British writers, and I went "it's Wodehouse. Wodehouse is rubbing off on me." It's turning out--in my head--to be pretty heavily influenced by Firefly, Jeeves & Wooster (both the books and the TV series), and due South. I'm fascinated by Chicago as it appears in dS. It's a dirty city, in all senses of the word, and yet it's almost like something out of a fairytale, and I think quite a bit of that has crept into the main character's home.
Speaking of new fandoms, ( my sister and I are on crack: )
I was House for Halloween. My sister was Cuddy, and her friend was Alice. (The Carrollian variety, not some background character everybody else has somehow missed.) They found my fake limp very entertaining, and when people asked who we were, I told them "she's my boss" to save time. Unfortunately, only one picture of us exists, and it's somewhere in Sis's friend's mom's camera. Maybe it'll turn up in her email sometime.
Dad and I went to Bookstar last night, and I got Jeeves and The Tie That Binds and Life with Jeeves (which is really Right Ho, Jeeves, The Inimitable Jeeves and Very Good, Jeeves all in one) out of him. They also had Jeeves In The Morning and, er, whatsit. Another one, the title of which I have forgotten. Anyway. Wodehouse that can't be found online for free! Yay!
Also, *points to current music* this album is so Fry'n'Laurie it's not even funny. And that's not even the biggest reason I love it so.
Off to watch due South/read a Jeeves book/work on the novel. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2005|09:41 pm] |
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I forgot to mention this in my last entry, but I took the SAT IIs on the 8th (Literature & Bio E), and it so happened that one of the questions required me to know classification in the animal kingdom, which I was never properly taught. It also happened that this had been posted a scant two days earlier. So I wound up writing Please Come Over For Gay Sex on the SAT booklet, much to my mingled horror and amusement. It's a good thing my handwriting is so completely incomprehensible to other people.
Anyway, Moab Is My Washpot arrived in the mail yesterday. Little!Fry is so cute it makes my teeth rot. Bunce! Small Fry! Pictures! Say it with me now: d'awwww. It also happens that my Physics teacher is British and knows who Fry is, so naturally when I walked into class today I immediately held it up and went "look what came in the mail yesterday!" That's what I do with books--if I've bothered to get ahold of one, I'll carry it around everywhere until I've finished it.
Oh, and Sis and I have both read The Liar now. Also, yesterday I was discussing Saturday Night Fry (the radio series) with her, the episode where they play Frog:
( rough chat transcript follows )
She's twelve, and even she sees the gay. I ♥ my fandom. A lot.
Meanwhile, I've been watching due South--only the first eight episodes, as that's all I've been able to get my hands on. Not enough to start me reading fic, but enough to make me want more. What's even better is I'm messing around with magical realism for my senior project, so it counts as research.
I did some stuff Saturday: got my hair cut, got a $7 blazer at Goodwill (it's just a tiny bit too long in the arm for me, but it's all good), found a Rolling Stones shirt in OB. Sis may or may not need a Cuddy skirt.
Also, this week is Spirit Week, and tomorrow's crossdressing day. It's insanely difficult for a girl at my school to crossdress and have her efforts recognized. Most of them just wear sports jerseys or somesuch, as actually complying with the dress code for boys usually gets interpreted as having a very masculine aesthetic. Nevertheless, I think I'll wear the blazer, one of my work shirts, possibly a tie, probably my black dress shoes, and either black slacks or khakis, just because it's fun. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2005|08:26 pm] |
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So, um, I just finished the first third of Bird by Bird, and yeah. Definitely not writing for a living, nope, not me. (Are all writers really this, you know, *makes finger-loopy motion at temple*?) Meanwhile, Tricia is taking us to O.B. tomorrow to people-watch.
In milk-allergy news, my elbows feel like normal elbows. And my legs feel a lot less scaly. So, that eczema thing? Yeah, it's irrelevant unless I manage to ingest cow's milk, cheese or yogurt. And I won't be going vegetarian in college--the vegan diet has never struck me as particularly appetizing, and that's what I'd wind up eating, aside from maybe the occasional eggs-for-breakfast on lazy Sundays.
iTunes 4.9 works on OS 10.3.9! Woo! I don't have to install Tiger to get NPR podcasts! I can catch up on the news again!
Am having a great deal of fun reading the results of the latest sga_flashfic challenge.
Spent the long weekend preparing and planting a new vegetable patch: lettuce, cilantro, onions, green beans, and corn in the actual patch, and a sweet pea plant over by the fence. Work jeans got absolutely filthy. Much fun was had.
Thinking about my mother ruins otherwise fabulous days. Therefore, I shall endeavor not to do it as much as possible.
I want to do something hard-science-y in college. Like, say, major in physics. I'm nuts, I know, but I'm sick of the humanities. I want to do something I'm not quite so good at. (Actually, I mean 'used to', it's just... it sort of comes out to the same thing. And 'good at' is funnier.)
Oh, fuck. I still have to read that thing for Physics.
See y'all later. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2005|08:14 pm] |
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So I'm a National Merit semifinalist--whoever runs that thing must be an incurable moron--and I have loads of homework this weekend. Wah, college. *bites nails*
Yesterday I had an appointment with the shrink, to start getting my meds through the Kaiser system so they don't give us any more trouble with filling it, and somehow the conversation got around to the whole drinking milk-->switched to soymilk but still eating cheese-->itching like whoa-->giving up cheese-->dramatically reduced itching thing, and he confirmed that it is indeed a milk allergy. No more pizza for me, but I suppose that's what bruschetta is for.
Then after the appointment, we went to Bookstar to get me a journal, and I found this kickass black thing about an inch thick, maybe 6"x8", and the paper is graph paper and sturdy enough that I can paste things in it without worrying about it. So cool. I have a promo pic of Lisa Edelstein all set to print out and tape to the cover; I just need to get to the office this weekend.
I took the wrong bus from SDSU this afternoon and wound up getting home half an hour later than usual. The sign said it was going my way. *points fingers at MTS* Their fault. Not mine. Nope.
I'm taking honors in Physics and Math, because I'm a masochist like that. Also, I kick ass in Science 4. (ego: *inflates!*) But then I went the whole day without noticing I still had the size label on the back of my jeans. I feel so dumb.
We're supposed to get a mentor for our senior project who's working in the field we're doing the project in. Where the hell am I going to find a writer to be, well, basically my beta? I'd ask ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tafkarfanfic or troyswann if I, y'know, actually knew them*, but as it stands I don't know anybody who works in anything writing-related or even creative. *worries!*
I'd be more *triumph!*, but I've just spent the afternoon working on my college application essay, and thinking about my mother makes me tense. Which is why the smell of disinfectant soap makes me nervous (she's a doctor).
*(I wouldn't really, I'm sure they're much too busy, and I'm pretty sure Tricia wouldn't look kindly on having a more-or-less anonymous mentor. </disclaimer>) |
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[Aug. 31st, 2005|07:20 pm] |
OMG! *triumph!*
So I'm back in school. My classes are a little redundant, but I think all the seniors have this problem, and it's not like I mind taking Science IV, then Physics 3/4, then Math all morning. It's a nice break from the humanities, and my Physics teacher asked me this morning if I'd be interested in taking honors. I'm all "omg hell yes!" Except, you know, without the blatant eagerness.
Anyway. I have Tricia for senior project--she's the Eng Lit teacher, I think--and the class is going to put together a book of poems/short stories, and each kid is going to be doing their own individual project on top of that. I'm writing 5-10 episodes of, um, I think I described it to the class as "the kind of hourlong drama you might see on the Sci Fi channel, kind of Farscape, kind of Firefly."
We did a little writing exercise yesterday--bring in a picture from when you were younger and write something based on it. I brought in my favorite picture of my dad and I--I'm three, piggybacking on his shoulders, very blond and pale and making a very strange face, and he's making an even stranger face at the camera. She had us all read our snippets, then decided we were all good with the objective description, so we should try subjective description--and this thing came out. It's the very beginning of the pilot of aforementioned show, and it's been rattling around in my head for a few days. ( This is the *triumph!* part. )
And they liked it! It got more response than any of the other snippets, both from Tricia and from the rest of the class, although that may have been because Tricia made me read first. *is perhaps unjustifiably proud*
Also, the smell of disinfectant soap makes me nervous. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2005|10:38 pm] |
Three new pairs of jeans! And four funky multicolored shirts, three of which have decorative blocks of text on them, and to which my dad said "she's gone hippy." Not specifically about the text, mind you. Also, two v. nice sweater-things, same brand as my work shirts, which I love. I love having new stuff.
Wilson's case arrived yesterday, and it has a compartment just the right size for my bus pass. I've been having problems with the headphones, though. They hurt my ears--it's not a volume problem, it's just that my ears are being finicky bitches about pressure and friction and stuff, so I'm trying the tiny foam sleeves tomorrow to see if that's any better. If that doesn't work, I'll take peroxide to them (my ears, not the headphones), and if that doesn't work, I'll talk to Mother Dearest and see if she can figure out why they're being such divas.
Speaking of which, I've just discovered fanmixes. This one is omgsofabulous. I've listened to it three or four times over now. And the art is so pretty! <3!
I desperately want to listen to this one, but all the downloads are expired and I can't find any of the songs anywhere else. Help? Somebody? Anybody?
And, of course, tafkarfanfic's PegB mixes are very nice indeed.
New music for tomorrow: Suzanne Vega, Dresden Dolls, and an SG1 "saving the world" mix.
New goal-type things: Write a pilot or a half-season or so of a YA space opera show for senior project; major in film and television. (OMG that's gonna be fun. Which is sort of the point, but, you know, yay.)
I need a better default icon. Borders are so five minutes ago. |
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