"Get your skirt off, Alfred."
I was going to write this at 6:30 on the bus so I could tell you all about how I was braving fourteen-degree weather and ridiculously early commutes with nothing but a bag of Cheerios for company, just to make this post. But then I played Dissidia instead. So now I'm writing from the relative comfort of a coffee shop, with a steak sandwich and an iced mocha. Yay bourgeois affectations!
Orders of business:
1. Flailing attempt at an intro post
2. Writing
3. Russian music
4. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
5. How I am wasting my life right now.
1. Hi. Again.
I seem to have acquired some 20 friends from the friend meme. This is exciting! I've never had online friends before! I find this very fancy indeed. However, never having made 20 friends at the same time before, I am a little unsure how to proceed. I would try to come up with a brief summary of myself to introduce me, except I never was that good at those things. If you can encapsulate yourself in 500 words, then you must have remarkably little to say about yourself. And I have an ego the size of the moon, so that will never be the case. Let's see... I have the post I left on the friending meme, about 2/3 of the way down the 12th page; I have my FFN profile; I have one of those 25 Things About Me things from Facebook; I have some old college essays wherein I attempted to explain everything about myself. Those should do it, I think, except I don't have access to any of them right now; I am posting from my trusty little Blackberry, Ezhov the III, and it is not so good with the copyings and the pastings. I'll post the above info later, if anyone wants to see it, in a post labeled INTRODUMP.
Couple things I do want to mention, though. One, contact info. I am online all my waking hours, thanks to Ezhov, and am almost always up for a chat. My AIM is... mephistosraven (don't ask, it was chosen in a fit of irony; I plan to switch to a better one sometime soon). I have a Google Talk account as well if you prefer, but uhhh PM me for that considering it has my last name in it. YES I AM A FAILURE AT SCREENNAMES.
Of course, chances are I will not reply promptly to a message, considering I am unlikely to notice many things and tend to disappear without warning. This brings me to my second point! I am a bit of a social failure, especially when it comes to the interweb. If I do something offensive, I almost definitely did not mean it. If I do something creepy, it is because I have poor judgement. If I do something stupid, it is because I am a moron. Feel free to notify me of any of these things, as I will agree and apologize profusely. In addition, I do nothing in a prompt manner. Do not be alarmed if you find me replying to things a week after they occur like some sort of creepy Internet time traveller.
2. Now that I've warned you about my charming personality, I wish to address this journal. I have never kept any sort of journal before, but I suppose I'll have to figure out how to. One thing I can be sure I'll post, though, is my writing. I'm a rather prolific story-come-up-with-er. Not so much with the actually writing them down. Still, I write intermittently. I write both original and non-original fic; I'm torn between focusing on telling the story I want to tell and practicing using fic, knowing that my writing isn't yet good enough to do my novels justice. And my short stories are singularly awful, but I write them anyway. So be prepared for writing-dumps here periodically. I will serialize what I have of my novel so far, for your reading pleasure; it clocks in at about 20k words right now. It is entitled Notes From a Madman and Son, which is a fairly self-explanatory title. It's about Leo, a schizophrenic man who has managed to acquire a three-year old son, Nick. They attempt to have a normal suburban life. They fail. Neither of them can tell what is real, you see. And neither can the reader. Two unreliable narrators makes for a surreal ride...
Anyway, the novel is to some extent on hiatus for now, because I realized that teenage girls are remarkably poorly equipped to tell tales of tragedy and psychological horror. So right now I'm focusing on fanfic! Though I have many fandoms (oh so very many), Hetalia is the only one that's really captured my imagination and given me plotbunnies out the wazoo. Current Hetalia fics in progress: a massive Kingdom Hearts crossover which I have no idea where it came from but I am determined to finish anyway, a smutty Cold War fic about psychological warfare, a German Unification story narrated by Otto von Bismarck, and an AU set in 2030 where all of the characters are supercomputers. And those are just the ones I'm actually writing. There are plotbunnies upon plotbunnies piling up behind them. Expect to see much fic here soon. If you're not a Hetalia fan... I apologize. Shield your eyes, then.
3. Besides writing, I assume that the rest of my LJ will contain random musings about life. Such as the following: I went to a concert on Saturday. The NSO was playing pieces by Mussorgsky, Prokofiev, and Tchaikovsky, who I consider BFFs of mine - I love Russian nationalist music with a passion. I liked how in the program it said that Mussorgsky's music was criticized for being "too extreme", because the piece they played - Night on Bald Mountain, always a satanic classic - was certainly EXTREME. Then the Prokofiev piece, a left-handed piano concerto... Look, I'm a huge Prokofiev fan, but even I didn't like it. No one in my family liked it. The pianist for whom it was originally written did not like it. I think it's safe to assume that it was simply not a terribly good piece in the first place. By way of apology, the pianist played us a lovely little Bach sonata as an encore. It was good times. Then the third piece was Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, which was of course epic. EXCEPT THE AUDIENCE APPARENTLY CANNOT COUNT BECAUSE THEY APPLAUDED AFTER THE THIRD MOVEMENT WTF the conductor was just like ... T_T It turned out well in the end though. Anyway, this all reminded me that I have not nearly enough classical music on my iPod. I have enough music that my computer is starting to creak and groan under the weight, so not all of them can fit on my iPod - my current mix of artists is [deep breath] Amanda Palmer, Basshunter (shut up), The Beatles, Bitter:Sweet, Cherry Poppin' Daddies (WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH AN AWFUL NAME), Combustible Edison, The Dandy Warhols, The Dresden Dolls, Fatboy Slim, Final Fantasy (the band, not Uematsu's stuff), Goldfrapp, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, Madness, Men at Work, Oingo Boingo, Pet Shop Boys, Rammstein, Red Hot Chili Peppers, RJD2, Ruslana, The Strokes, Voicst, The White Stripes, Wumpscut, XTC, Yelle, the Zutons, and a ridiculously large amount of Hetalia nonsense. Which is a fine mix, except glaringly lacking in people whose names end in -ov or -sky. I'll remedy this soon, if my computer doesn't explode first...
4. Say, on a completely different note, have any of you read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead? I just did - for school, admittedly - and it was amazing. BEST FIC EVER. It's where the titular quote comes from, by the way. Though the stage was a bit stolen for me by the Tragedians - they were possibly the world's most endearing collection of man-whores. A-A-ALFRED! (Dear Hetalia fans: No, I have no idea what you are talking about.) It kind of makes me sad that I can't revel in my love of this book with a fandom, though. Comics and games and movies have fandoms; works of literature have... critical analysis. Usually I go on dA right after I find a work I love, but this time all I could do was go read the SparkNotes. Where's the overly sexual fanart? Where are the R/G shippers? (Or G/R, if you care about order, because Guil has quite the dominant personality. BUT I DO NOT CARE MUCH FOR TOPS AND BOTTOMS.) Well, at least I have my English teacher. Today we decided that we were going to get R+G sweatpants, but we could not decide whether they should say across the butt DEAD IN A BOX or GET YOUR SKIRT OFF, ALFRED.
5. Man, when's the last time I've read a book that wasn't for school? I think it was maybe a month ago. That's pathetic. I have an untouched copy of The Sacred Book of the Werewolf on my nightstand, and a half-finished copy of I Never Promised You A Rose Garden at the bottom of my bag accumulating wear and tear... I never seem to have time to read anymore, even though it's not like I have work to do. But I have Pokemon to raise! And manga to read! And so many stories to write, though those never get finished either! It's like I've become more productive with the onset of senioritis. Now that school work's out of the way, I can focus on the important things, like fandom. I mean, I still have to submit a job application to the local bookstore... and I'm supposed to be writing a report on Japanese modern art ... (The only thing I have found out about Japanese modern art is that I am the only person who cares about Japanese modern art. Except for Japanese modern artists. Perhaps I should have chosen a different topic, but it's due in two weeks, sooooo.) But eh. I've been spending my time playing video games. You ever played Dissidia? The dialogue is awful, all the men look like women, and the gameplay is SO SHINY AND ADDICTIVE. It's great.
Woo, I just realized what a time commitment this LiveJournal business is going to be. Look at me, I'm not even at the coffee shop anymore. How long did this nonsense take, a couple hours? I would pay good money to have written this much of a story. Ah well. Internet friends is internet friends. I'll do this. (LEEEEROY ok shutting up now)
Orders of business:
1. Flailing attempt at an intro post
2. Writing
3. Russian music
4. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
5. How I am wasting my life right now.
1. Hi. Again.
I seem to have acquired some 20 friends from the friend meme. This is exciting! I've never had online friends before! I find this very fancy indeed. However, never having made 20 friends at the same time before, I am a little unsure how to proceed. I would try to come up with a brief summary of myself to introduce me, except I never was that good at those things. If you can encapsulate yourself in 500 words, then you must have remarkably little to say about yourself. And I have an ego the size of the moon, so that will never be the case. Let's see... I have the post I left on the friending meme, about 2/3 of the way down the 12th page; I have my FFN profile; I have one of those 25 Things About Me things from Facebook; I have some old college essays wherein I attempted to explain everything about myself. Those should do it, I think, except I don't have access to any of them right now; I am posting from my trusty little Blackberry, Ezhov the III, and it is not so good with the copyings and the pastings. I'll post the above info later, if anyone wants to see it, in a post labeled INTRODUMP.
Couple things I do want to mention, though. One, contact info. I am online all my waking hours, thanks to Ezhov, and am almost always up for a chat. My AIM is... mephistosraven (don't ask, it was chosen in a fit of irony; I plan to switch to a better one sometime soon). I have a Google Talk account as well if you prefer, but uhhh PM me for that considering it has my last name in it. YES I AM A FAILURE AT SCREENNAMES.
Of course, chances are I will not reply promptly to a message, considering I am unlikely to notice many things and tend to disappear without warning. This brings me to my second point! I am a bit of a social failure, especially when it comes to the interweb. If I do something offensive, I almost definitely did not mean it. If I do something creepy, it is because I have poor judgement. If I do something stupid, it is because I am a moron. Feel free to notify me of any of these things, as I will agree and apologize profusely. In addition, I do nothing in a prompt manner. Do not be alarmed if you find me replying to things a week after they occur like some sort of creepy Internet time traveller.
2. Now that I've warned you about my charming personality, I wish to address this journal. I have never kept any sort of journal before, but I suppose I'll have to figure out how to. One thing I can be sure I'll post, though, is my writing. I'm a rather prolific story-come-up-with-er. Not so much with the actually writing them down. Still, I write intermittently. I write both original and non-original fic; I'm torn between focusing on telling the story I want to tell and practicing using fic, knowing that my writing isn't yet good enough to do my novels justice. And my short stories are singularly awful, but I write them anyway. So be prepared for writing-dumps here periodically. I will serialize what I have of my novel so far, for your reading pleasure; it clocks in at about 20k words right now. It is entitled Notes From a Madman and Son, which is a fairly self-explanatory title. It's about Leo, a schizophrenic man who has managed to acquire a three-year old son, Nick. They attempt to have a normal suburban life. They fail. Neither of them can tell what is real, you see. And neither can the reader. Two unreliable narrators makes for a surreal ride...
Anyway, the novel is to some extent on hiatus for now, because I realized that teenage girls are remarkably poorly equipped to tell tales of tragedy and psychological horror. So right now I'm focusing on fanfic! Though I have many fandoms (oh so very many), Hetalia is the only one that's really captured my imagination and given me plotbunnies out the wazoo. Current Hetalia fics in progress: a massive Kingdom Hearts crossover which I have no idea where it came from but I am determined to finish anyway, a smutty Cold War fic about psychological warfare, a German Unification story narrated by Otto von Bismarck, and an AU set in 2030 where all of the characters are supercomputers. And those are just the ones I'm actually writing. There are plotbunnies upon plotbunnies piling up behind them. Expect to see much fic here soon. If you're not a Hetalia fan... I apologize. Shield your eyes, then.
3. Besides writing, I assume that the rest of my LJ will contain random musings about life. Such as the following: I went to a concert on Saturday. The NSO was playing pieces by Mussorgsky, Prokofiev, and Tchaikovsky, who I consider BFFs of mine - I love Russian nationalist music with a passion. I liked how in the program it said that Mussorgsky's music was criticized for being "too extreme", because the piece they played - Night on Bald Mountain, always a satanic classic - was certainly EXTREME. Then the Prokofiev piece, a left-handed piano concerto... Look, I'm a huge Prokofiev fan, but even I didn't like it. No one in my family liked it. The pianist for whom it was originally written did not like it. I think it's safe to assume that it was simply not a terribly good piece in the first place. By way of apology, the pianist played us a lovely little Bach sonata as an encore. It was good times. Then the third piece was Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, which was of course epic. EXCEPT THE AUDIENCE APPARENTLY CANNOT COUNT BECAUSE THEY APPLAUDED AFTER THE THIRD MOVEMENT WTF the conductor was just like ... T_T It turned out well in the end though. Anyway, this all reminded me that I have not nearly enough classical music on my iPod. I have enough music that my computer is starting to creak and groan under the weight, so not all of them can fit on my iPod - my current mix of artists is [deep breath] Amanda Palmer, Basshunter (shut up), The Beatles, Bitter:Sweet, Cherry Poppin' Daddies (WHY DO THEY HAVE SUCH AN AWFUL NAME), Combustible Edison, The Dandy Warhols, The Dresden Dolls, Fatboy Slim, Final Fantasy (the band, not Uematsu's stuff), Goldfrapp, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, Madness, Men at Work, Oingo Boingo, Pet Shop Boys, Rammstein, Red Hot Chili Peppers, RJD2, Ruslana, The Strokes, Voicst, The White Stripes, Wumpscut, XTC, Yelle, the Zutons, and a ridiculously large amount of Hetalia nonsense. Which is a fine mix, except glaringly lacking in people whose names end in -ov or -sky. I'll remedy this soon, if my computer doesn't explode first...
4. Say, on a completely different note, have any of you read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead? I just did - for school, admittedly - and it was amazing. BEST FIC EVER. It's where the titular quote comes from, by the way. Though the stage was a bit stolen for me by the Tragedians - they were possibly the world's most endearing collection of man-whores. A-A-ALFRED! (Dear Hetalia fans: No, I have no idea what you are talking about.) It kind of makes me sad that I can't revel in my love of this book with a fandom, though. Comics and games and movies have fandoms; works of literature have... critical analysis. Usually I go on dA right after I find a work I love, but this time all I could do was go read the SparkNotes. Where's the overly sexual fanart? Where are the R/G shippers? (Or G/R, if you care about order, because Guil has quite the dominant personality. BUT I DO NOT CARE MUCH FOR TOPS AND BOTTOMS.) Well, at least I have my English teacher. Today we decided that we were going to get R+G sweatpants, but we could not decide whether they should say across the butt DEAD IN A BOX or GET YOUR SKIRT OFF, ALFRED.
5. Man, when's the last time I've read a book that wasn't for school? I think it was maybe a month ago. That's pathetic. I have an untouched copy of The Sacred Book of the Werewolf on my nightstand, and a half-finished copy of I Never Promised You A Rose Garden at the bottom of my bag accumulating wear and tear... I never seem to have time to read anymore, even though it's not like I have work to do. But I have Pokemon to raise! And manga to read! And so many stories to write, though those never get finished either! It's like I've become more productive with the onset of senioritis. Now that school work's out of the way, I can focus on the important things, like fandom. I mean, I still have to submit a job application to the local bookstore... and I'm supposed to be writing a report on Japanese modern art ... (The only thing I have found out about Japanese modern art is that I am the only person who cares about Japanese modern art. Except for Japanese modern artists. Perhaps I should have chosen a different topic, but it's due in two weeks, sooooo.) But eh. I've been spending my time playing video games. You ever played Dissidia? The dialogue is awful, all the men look like women, and the gameplay is SO SHINY AND ADDICTIVE. It's great.
Woo, I just realized what a time commitment this LiveJournal business is going to be. Look at me, I'm not even at the coffee shop anymore. How long did this nonsense take, a couple hours? I would pay good money to have written this much of a story. Ah well. Internet friends is internet friends. I'll do this. (LEEEEROY ok shutting up now)