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READ IT AND CRINGE.
In keeping with my own ability to trip myself up I have today: specced a Mac for music production and spent a while going "why would you pay $20,000 for a computer" before trying to note down all the stuff I have to look at. Embarrassingly once we'd switched from synthesis to computer science I was ... marginally more capable of expressing an opinion. Oh man, if only my mother and Stuart had stayed together. Or if only I'd been able to hold a conversation with him without either of us exploding with rage, I might have learned useful shit about computer boxes. Then I accidentally had a fight because I'm really, really good at holding grudges and react badly to being poked; a guy I was talking to about something innocuous [his band, gigs he'd had and gigs he was planning to have] put the shits on me by including "horny" in a list of moods for me to pick from and now I am being fickle and don't want to work with him at all.
Dave W & Scott have saved me from slumping too far into a nice reactive misandrist stompfest but GRR and indeed BOO, internet, stop making me hate people when I'm trying to do stuff.
Then I failed to do the "research" portion of my to-do list because I am legit incredibly bad at reading-for-information and it makes me want to cry because I can't concentrate on the words if I'm already trying to think of how to include them in writing and I HATE RESEARCH IN THE FACE; so I'm writing an increasingly detailed outline but failing to find any of the stuff I need to back up the crap I am talking. This is because I am clearly a fiction writer at heart. :(
Saw the guys at fuckyeahblood lay a beautiful double-handed slap to some judgey prudefuck (lesson: never believe someone when they so "no offense". They want to offend you, they just want to make it sound like you're wrong) and for some reason I find it cheering enough to keep going back to watch Annie and Jackson handing out the SENSE. Annie is eloquent; Jackson is concise. Together they make fabulous "fuck you"-flavoured music.
Also thank you to the several people who have agreed to look over my proposal, you are very kind and nice and smell delicious and probably have awesome hair.
READ IT AND CRINGE.
In keeping with my own ability to trip myself up I have today: specced a Mac for music production and spent a while going "why would you pay $20,000 for a computer" before trying to note down all the stuff I have to look at. Embarrassingly once we'd switched from synthesis to computer science I was ... marginally more capable of expressing an opinion. Oh man, if only my mother and Stuart had stayed together. Or if only I'd been able to hold a conversation with him without either of us exploding with rage, I might have learned useful shit about computer boxes. Then I accidentally had a fight because I'm really, really good at holding grudges and react badly to being poked; a guy I was talking to about something innocuous [his band, gigs he'd had and gigs he was planning to have] put the shits on me by including "horny" in a list of moods for me to pick from and now I am being fickle and don't want to work with him at all.
Dave W & Scott have saved me from slumping too far into a nice reactive misandrist stompfest but GRR and indeed BOO, internet, stop making me hate people when I'm trying to do stuff.
Then I failed to do the "research" portion of my to-do list because I am legit incredibly bad at reading-for-information and it makes me want to cry because I can't concentrate on the words if I'm already trying to think of how to include them in writing and I HATE RESEARCH IN THE FACE; so I'm writing an increasingly detailed outline but failing to find any of the stuff I need to back up the crap I am talking. This is because I am clearly a fiction writer at heart. :(
Saw the guys at fuckyeahblood lay a beautiful double-handed slap to some judgey prudefuck (lesson: never believe someone when they so "no offense". They want to offend you, they just want to make it sound like you're wrong) and for some reason I find it cheering enough to keep going back to watch Annie and Jackson handing out the SENSE. Annie is eloquent; Jackson is concise. Together they make fabulous "fuck you"-flavoured music.
Also thank you to the several people who have agreed to look over my proposal, you are very kind and nice and smell delicious and probably have awesome hair.