A post, a post, my kingdom for a post
There should probably be some stuff here about what is going on with my life now. This may come at the end of the post. But for now, something much more interesting: the results of me dicking around with a pointless website.
http://iwl.me/ is a website wherein you can paste in some things what you have wrote, and it tells you what author you write most like. So, obviously, I tried every piece of completed or mostly completed fic (both fan and original) on my hard drive and noted the result. My conclusion? That the author I mostly write like is… me! Out of 22 pieces (there are also 5 special cases that I will come to later) I apparently write like 12 different authors. In order of most occurances they were:
Vladimir Nabokov (5)
Raymond Chandler (3)
Douglas Adams (2)
Stephen King (2)
Kurt Vonnegut (2)
Chuck Palahniuk (2)
P.G. Wodehouse (1)
HP Lovecraft (1)
James Joyce (1)
H.G. Wells (1)
Margaret Atwood (1)
Dan Brown (1)
As you can imagine, some of these comparisons made me very happy, others I found not so flattering.
But what, I hear you ask, of the five special cases you mentioned ealier? Well, patience, dear reader, for I am about to explain. What I am apparently good at is aping other styles deliberately. I ran two Sherlock Holmes fics, two Pride and Prejudice fics and one Jeeves and Wooster fic through it, and they came out as indeed being like Arthur Conan Doyle, Janes Austen and P.G. Wodehouse. So I’m apparently getting something right.
I also ran four of my longer and more essayish LJ posts and apparently when I’m just writing for me I write like the bastard love child of Dan Brown, HP Lovecraft and James Joyce… I’m not sure I want to read that book…
So, now, a state of the me address. Well, apparently I haven’t said anything about my degree, even though I have now, in fact, graduated.
So let me get this out of the way:
I GOT A MOTHERFUCKING FIRST MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!
Ahem. Yes, tis true, I did. I was in rather a state of shock when I first found out. In fact I had half an hour of having to convince myself that I had heard correctly, and didn’t need to phone them up again to check. But I didn’t fully believe it until I saw it written down in black and white. I cannot express just how happy I am with my result. The last three years have been worth it. I said before my results that I would be happy to get a 2:1, and whilst that is true, I know myself well enough to know that I would still have been bitterly disappointed not to get a first, as my marks had been headed that way the whole time. Because yes, there is no stress so great as the stress I put myself under. And yes, I am my own harshest critic.
But now, that’s over, silly robes have been worn, hats have been flung into the air (there may be pictures when I get back to Crawley) and I can move onto the next step.
Incidentally, my graduation has led me to the conclusion that deep down, buried in the subconscious, the main reason everyone goes to university is the unparalleled opportunity to throw hats into the air.
So now is me crossing my fingers that my references check out and that I am thus able to move into the perfectly lovely studio flat I found in Cambridge. I don’t want to squee about it on here to loudly, in case I jinx it, so let me just say that I fell in love with it the moment I walked in the front door.
And of course, before all that is the even more exciting and terrifying news that I am going to America in less than a week. Flying to San Diego next Tuesday!!! And there, there it shall be glorious, for there shall be the SDCC, and I shall be in the middle of it! I am goofily excited by the prospect, and have already double, if not triple booked myself a good 12 times, because there are so many *awesome* panels and things I want to go to. So expect a full con report when I get back. Possibly even whilst I am there, because I am that awesome.
And then will be moving to Cambridge and starting my Big Girl’s Job. So really, no terrifying changes coming up in the future for me.
*gulp*
PS Apparently this post is like P.G. Wodehouse. w00t!
http://iwl.me/ is a website wherein you can paste in some things what you have wrote, and it tells you what author you write most like. So, obviously, I tried every piece of completed or mostly completed fic (both fan and original) on my hard drive and noted the result. My conclusion? That the author I mostly write like is… me! Out of 22 pieces (there are also 5 special cases that I will come to later) I apparently write like 12 different authors. In order of most occurances they were:
Vladimir Nabokov (5)
Raymond Chandler (3)
Douglas Adams (2)
Stephen King (2)
Kurt Vonnegut (2)
Chuck Palahniuk (2)
P.G. Wodehouse (1)
HP Lovecraft (1)
James Joyce (1)
H.G. Wells (1)
Margaret Atwood (1)
Dan Brown (1)
As you can imagine, some of these comparisons made me very happy, others I found not so flattering.
But what, I hear you ask, of the five special cases you mentioned ealier? Well, patience, dear reader, for I am about to explain. What I am apparently good at is aping other styles deliberately. I ran two Sherlock Holmes fics, two Pride and Prejudice fics and one Jeeves and Wooster fic through it, and they came out as indeed being like Arthur Conan Doyle, Janes Austen and P.G. Wodehouse. So I’m apparently getting something right.
I also ran four of my longer and more essayish LJ posts and apparently when I’m just writing for me I write like the bastard love child of Dan Brown, HP Lovecraft and James Joyce… I’m not sure I want to read that book…
So, now, a state of the me address. Well, apparently I haven’t said anything about my degree, even though I have now, in fact, graduated.
So let me get this out of the way:
I GOT A MOTHERFUCKING FIRST MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!
Ahem. Yes, tis true, I did. I was in rather a state of shock when I first found out. In fact I had half an hour of having to convince myself that I had heard correctly, and didn’t need to phone them up again to check. But I didn’t fully believe it until I saw it written down in black and white. I cannot express just how happy I am with my result. The last three years have been worth it. I said before my results that I would be happy to get a 2:1, and whilst that is true, I know myself well enough to know that I would still have been bitterly disappointed not to get a first, as my marks had been headed that way the whole time. Because yes, there is no stress so great as the stress I put myself under. And yes, I am my own harshest critic.
But now, that’s over, silly robes have been worn, hats have been flung into the air (there may be pictures when I get back to Crawley) and I can move onto the next step.
Incidentally, my graduation has led me to the conclusion that deep down, buried in the subconscious, the main reason everyone goes to university is the unparalleled opportunity to throw hats into the air.
So now is me crossing my fingers that my references check out and that I am thus able to move into the perfectly lovely studio flat I found in Cambridge. I don’t want to squee about it on here to loudly, in case I jinx it, so let me just say that I fell in love with it the moment I walked in the front door.
And of course, before all that is the even more exciting and terrifying news that I am going to America in less than a week. Flying to San Diego next Tuesday!!! And there, there it shall be glorious, for there shall be the SDCC, and I shall be in the middle of it! I am goofily excited by the prospect, and have already double, if not triple booked myself a good 12 times, because there are so many *awesome* panels and things I want to go to. So expect a full con report when I get back. Possibly even whilst I am there, because I am that awesome.
And then will be moving to Cambridge and starting my Big Girl’s Job. So really, no terrifying changes coming up in the future for me.
*gulp*
PS Apparently this post is like P.G. Wodehouse. w00t!