I find it faintly disturbing that my very first post of the new year was a frantic cry for academic help. Well, hopefully it is prophetic of the Year to Come -- the academia bit, I mean, not the frantic cry for help. Anyway, it turns out that essays are really fun!, especially when they're simultaneously very fannish and very academic. In fact, ( Read more... )

nghhh I have Tolkien meta and Prisoner of Azkaban The Movie meta and The Novel meta and I want to write it all and why do I feel so busy this is absurd. Of course, there is the whole thing where I have to write and compose or at least re-arrange a new song every day through Saturday, which I admit is thoroughly my own fault, and also it is good for ( Read more... )

( more silly nano ramblings; read at your own peril. )

Busy days, gorblimey. The rest of the week ought to slow down a bit, I think -- I need to catch up on NaNo rather terrifically (the bit I wrote on my shift today? seems to have stopped just short of the Plot Point at last), and also sleep. Which, um, I could have been doing lately, but -- well, it's more difficult when one has Things to do. Sunday ( Read more... )

Currently I seem to be undergoing the worst period ever to befall me. Details are probably not wanted (nothing very odd, though, just...a lot, okay?), but I feel tired and squashy and extraordinarily fly-off-the-handley and have spent quite a lot of the day in bed -- not because I felt sick, just exhausted. I did get a reasonable amount of sleep, ( Read more... )

Right, so, 'The Lazarus Experiment' was MADE OF WIN AND CAPSLOCKING. AND ELIOT QUOTATIONS, OMG. ELIOT QUOTATIONS. THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN DYLAN THOMAS QUOTING, YOU GUYS.

(This also totally proves my not-theory that the Doctor went to visit Eliot -- probably by accident -- and saved the world and inspired bits of 'Prufrock' and stuff.)

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Right, so, this was supposed to be a post about National Poetry Month with a long-overdue Poem of the Week in it. Er, sorry, that's next time. THERE IS SQUEEING TO BE DONE.

Which is to say, I JUST SAW 'SMITH AND JONES' AND VERILY IT WAS MADE OF WIN. ALSO CAPSLOCK. AND TEN. BEING AWESOME. ON THE MOON. (Also Martha, who I am liking considerably.) ♥
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Agh, tired. I had to send several long emails today to some of Mum's forum people, and herd the siblings, and then I realised that the house was beginning to look like the aftermath of a small skirmish and my back is sore and oy vey, is this what Mum has got to deal with all the time, except on a larger scale? And then she comes up with something ( Read more... )

AAAGGH,
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Dear Muse,

I'm really very sorry about ignoring you. I am sorry for refusing to let you have any of my cookies. I am extremely sorry for siccing the cat on you when you tried to jostle me awake at two in the morning with one of your propositions. Even if the cat didn't actually do anything but sit limply on your stomach. Which is about all he's ever ( Read more... )