I am attempting to give my brain a sort of midwinter cleaning -- this is my absolute worst time of year, and all of the extra factors are only serving to exacerbate the rubbishy bits. I often feel that if I lived someplace larger and had rather more of a life, winter wouldn't feel like such a prison, but as it is I can barely go anywhere, even the ( Read more... )

Ah, internet. Lately I have been panicking, not panicking, drinking bathtubs' worth of coffee and tea, mainlining Veronica Mars, trying to remember the last thousand books I've read, and nearly swooning in the library. (This last was not, alas, because something marvellous happened, nor was there an attractive MItchell Wesley Gregory Peck bloke ( Read more... )

OKAY, WHICH ONE OF YOU IS AUGUSTINE PRITCHARD?

Because that is either the most hilarious email I have ever read, or the creepiest.

(Also, L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest? Mark D. Greaves? THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE THAT. O.O Except I didn't write the end of his serial novel, and there was no smashing of heirloom crystal goblets at inoffensive stoves.)

All right, which one of you lovely people sneakily and anonymously renewed my paid account? *stern face* I was all ready to do it myself, and now I don't have to, and it was a fantastic surprise this morning. You are glorious, thank you! Oh icons, I missed you! *snuggles* And my marvellous layout looks ever so much marvellouser without the ( Read more... )

Have been busy. Working, mostly -- Saturday, today, Wednesday. Have just checked f-list for the first time in two days. Want laptop that is actually portable v. badly.

Also, am tired at night for some reason. Clearly the world is tilted on its axis, no?

Just so you know, the post prior to this one was not even remotely posted by me. I mean, as evidenced by how it was tagged, for one thing. :p

balladrie is my shiny new et cetera journal, housing writings, art, mixes, and whatever other creative endeavours might crop up. Currently I am attempting to move most of what is on _plentyofpaper  to the new housing, and resolving to post far more often than I did on the old journal (the name of which is not very indicative of me-ness, and the trendy underscore has ( Read more... )

So, the season four finale of Angel has left me with this insatiable need to listen to Dario Marianelli non-stop. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. It was weird enough that somewhere in the middle of season three, my brain said to me, "YOU NEED TO PLAY DEBUSSY'S "CLAIR DE LUNE" ON REPEAT FOR HOURS, OKAY?", and I said, "erm...okay?". I suppose it was a small step ( Read more... )

Anonymous benefactor who gave me six months of paid time: THANK YOU. ♥ ♥ ♥

*goes to play with shiny, shiny icons*