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I went to a party on Friday, ended up coming home at 4 am and being too hungover to get up until 7 pm. I think I should reconsider my party-drinking plans. Still, it was a good party, and I had a lovely chat about Judith Butler and was given the opportunity to list all the English monarchs from William the Conqueror onwards, which, if you know me, is my idea of the most fun you can have.

There was also a Guy Who Would Not Take No For An Answer. Read more... )

Bah, anyway.
Here's some fic that I've enjoyed this weekend.

all my friends are bad kids by [livejournal.com profile] blackwayfarers. The Social Network RPF, Jesse/Andrew, 20000 words, roadtrip. This is a story that makes life seem richer and more interesting than it does in reality. Also, it made me want to do a roadtrip across America, which is not an urge I have felt before.

And by the same author, not a through street. The Social Network RPF, Jesse/Andrew, 25000. Andrew moves in with Jesse and there is sweet love and pining.

Carpe Brewski by [livejournal.com profile] gyzym. X-Men: First Class, Charles/Erik, Fratboy AU. There is a lot of drinking and pining and hilarity, and it makes me gurgle with joy. WIP.

Limited Release. X-Men: First Class, Charles/Erik, Modern AU where Erik is an FBI agent at the mutant department and Charles is a genetics professor at Columbia. This also makes me gurgle with joy, but sometimes there are also high-pitched squealing noises and actual flapping of hands. It's that DELIGHTFUL. If you only read one fic in this post, read this one. Also, WIP, sadly, but updated regularly.
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I went to a party on Friday, ended up coming home at 4 am and being too hungover to get up until 7 pm. I think I should reconsider my party-drinking plans. Still, it was a good party, and I had a lovely chat about Judith Butler and was given the opportunity to list all the English monarchs from William the Conqueror onwards, which, if you know me, is my idea of the most fun you can have.

There was also a Guy Who Would Not Take No For An Answer. Read more... )

Bah, anyway.
Here's some fic that I've enjoyed this weekend.

all my friends are bad kids by [profile] blackwayfarers. The Social Network RPF, Jesse/Andrew, 20000 words, roadtrip. This is a story that makes life seem richer and more interesting than it does in reality. Also, it made me want to do a roadtrip across America, which is not an urge I have felt before.

And by the same author, not a through street. The Social Network RPF, Jesse/Andrew, 25000. Andrew moves in with Jesse and there is sweet love and pining.

Carpe Brewski by [personal profile] gyzym. X-Men: First Class, Charles/Erik, Fratboy AU. There is a lot of drinking and pining and hilarity, and it makes me gurgle with joy. WIP.

Limited Release. X-Men: First Class, Charles/Erik, Modern AU where Erik is an FBI agent at the mutant department and Charles is a genetics professor at Columbia. This also makes me gurgle with joy, but sometimes there are also high-pitched squealing noises and actual flapping of hands. It's that DELIGHTFUL. If you only read one fic in this post, read this one. Also, WIP, sadly, but updated regularly.
wildestranger: (draco drunk/potterpuffs)
Re: my fall on Friday.

I spent most of yesterday sleeping and throwing up, but I'm fairly sure this is because of too much wine and not enough food, and not due a head injury.

Today what remains is a soreness in my right ear (I hit my ear and then my head in the first fall - smacked against another patron's bar stool. Am so classy and elegant.) and in the skin behind it, some crazed knuckles (The other guy totally looks worse. Well, the other guy being a gravelly road on the way home, but still.), two circular scratches on my elbow, and a 2cm x 1cm wound on my shoulder, which looks like a self-made tattoo of cartoon breasts.

Please refrain from laughing. This is not funny. Especially if I end up having to get a tattoo to cover the scar. My skin is not as young as it used to be, and scars tend to not fade.

Well, perhaps just a snicker.
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(...na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na...)*

I'm stupid in love with the new My Chem song. I'm ridiculously excited for the new album (it's embarrassing to have written any other album this year, really?!! :D) and I love the fact that they've decided to play dorky superheroes and write songs about that. There is still that manic energy for dealing with depression/corporate culture/evil Grant Morrison (Gerard Way, what are you like?), energy for resistance and the resulting hope and everything, and why this is a band that saves lives. I'm going to see them in a month (first show of the tour!!!!!) and every time I remember that I start grinning madly. I've scared a few bystanders that way, but who cares when there is Gerard. GERARD. Seriously people, we have Gerard. All is good in the world.

(...I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it in a bag in a box with an X on the floor...)

Another thing which inspires grinning is Eames. I haven't even seen Inception yet, but that one line from the trailer ("you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling") is enough to make me flutter and smile in an embarrassingly smitten way. Tom Hardy is not what I'd usually ping for, but after all the fic I've read (and all the photos and vids and interviews, what is this boy?) I'm finding it hard to remember I could ever ping for anything else. Also, this fandom? I've been reading non-stop for about a week now and haven't still run out of the good stuff. And the film's only been out for a couple of months. I don't what you're all on but I like it. (...darling) Nnggh.

(...we're on your property, standing in V-formation...)

I started work this week and it went well. I shan't share too many details as I must be careful of my public name and academic reputation, but I can say that this year I'm teaching something quite new, and it's exciting as well as nerve-wracking to be doing it. The students have been good so far, and I don't hate them yet, which is always a good sign. *g* My work hours are arranged so that even with a two-hour commute, I don't have to get up too early.

(...oh let me tell bout a sad man shut up an let me see your jazz hands...)

I haven't been going swimming as often these past few weeks because the place is infested with students, but once the term starts properly I'm hoping they will spend more time drinking and less time being in my way. Yet it is still something that makes me ridiculously happy, and the fact that this is a physical activity, a way of using my body (instead of just sitting still and waiting for the pain to go away which is my usual approach) feels kind of miraculous. I'd forgotten how much I loved it, and I'm so glad I've had a chance to rediscover it. It's what keeps everything else bearable right now.

(...I think we'd rather be burning your information...)

I'm debating whether to colour my hair for the My Chem show. On the one hand, I'm rather fond of my natural hair colour, having hated it passionately all through my teens and first two degrees, and it has been a point of pride that I've been able to learn to love it in the end. Possibly with some help from David Thewlis as Remus Lupin, what. But Gerard has asked to our colours, and I'm kind of easy for him. Or you know, if you've ever seen them in concert, keen to do what ever he tells me to because he goes all toppy suddenly and before you know it you're clapping harder? Or possibly that's just me. Anyway, hair. I'm kind of tempted by turquoise, but I know it'll end up being some shade of purple or red. But we'll see. Thoughts?

(...no one wants to die wanna try wanna try wanna try wanna try...)

I'm having lots of thoughts at the moment about my profession, work-life balance, sociability and various other things which do not need exploring at this juncture. I will probably start talking about them at some point, though, because this is my journal, and what else are you lot for if not listening to me blather about stuff? I'm aware that I've been mostly quiet for a long time, largely due to guilt about using my writing-related-spoons for academic and employment purposes only, but I'm thinking I want that to change. I'm learning to write again (I still have help_haiti fics on the way, which I promise are getting done) and to think about what it takes to produce a compelling narrative again. Hopefully something will come of that soon, probably in the form of Neville/Draco or Remus/Sirius.

(...dress like a sleeper cell I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory cut my head gag and bore me pull this pin let this world explode...)

*This is what my brain has been like for the past week. I expect some of you also have this earworm. And not mind it at all. :)
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My laptop has broken down again. Just in time for me to miss sending a job application I might have had some chance of getting. I hate everything.

And so I shan't be around much for a while
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Yesterday I went to a conference, and had to stop in the middle of my presentation because I was about to faint. Fun times! I have no idea what happened, suddenly I just started feeling weak and had to decide whether it would be more embarrassing to pause, or to pass out. Went for the former.

I was fine after a few moments, had some fresh air and some juice and then finished my presentation, but it was quite strange. I have never fainted before in my life, and in the middle of a conference is surely not the place to start. Argh, body, why so faily?

Otoh, I did end up convincing a lot of people to read The Charioteer (the topic of my paper), and sat next to a fandom person in the restaurant after the conference - we chatted about Torchwood and Supernatural, and why Crowley and Gabriel are hilarious and delightful - so that was fun.
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Last night my laptop stopped working. There was a grey screen of death and some very disturbing clacking noises. Today I took it to the Mac shop and the nice young man told me that it was the hard disk, and they could fix it for me in two weeks. I've had my precious for about two and a half years, so it wasn't under warranty, but luckily I'd bought a three-year care package with it so it will all be fixed for free. Unfortunately, this means I will probably lose a number of unfinished documents, including all my help_haiti fics, and will have to buy a new Word for Macs when I get it back. And probably Snow Leopard. So there goes my tattoo fund.

In other news, my hands are fucked, my knees are fucked, and I've got 100 essays/exams to mark in the next few weeks. Which will be hard without my home computer, and the uni computers seem calibrated to pain my joints in every possible way. So I won't be spending much time online for the newt two weeks, but will be checking my email so if there's something I should know, feel free to poke at me.

Two weeks without internet AND without a computer. What am I going to do with my life?
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1. Have found a new flat. It's twice the size of my old one, and costs £100 more per month, but it's big and lovely and I will have storage space and a bath tub! Can't tell you how excited I am about that. I haven't so much as seen a bath tub in years.

2. I've also got a job, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It's part time academic, and only enough to pay my rent and bills, but still, money to live on. I can't tell you how relieved I am.

3. I'll be moving house in the next few days, and then won't have internet for a week or two. Virgin media sucks so much. They are also refusing to provide me with cable tv, which means no more Catch Up On Demand for me. ARGH.

4. There are more insects in my flat. Fortunately, I will soon be gone and never see them again. Mwhahahaaa.

5. How is you? I owe [personal profile] sionnain Pete/Patrick recs, but all these various messes have made my head explode so it could be while until I can post that.
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Today I woke up with a sore throat. Since then I've also had an earache, jabbing pains in my head, a clogged brain, and unexplainable exhaustion. No fever or vomiting, though, so the NHS helpline tells me that I am currently at low risk from piggysniffles.

I sort of wish it was swine flu, actually, cause then I could get antibiotics and become better sooner - I have two job interviews next week, one practice interview this Friday, and a shitload of preparation to do as well as write 5 more applications by Friday afternoon. For most of this afternoon, I've been too tired to sit up and read Harry Potter.

It's like the universe decided that life was too easy, what with the unemployment, poverty, impending homelessness. *smites the universe*

On the other hand, Amanda Fucking Palmer is playing another gig in London on Friday 11th September, and we're going to try and get tickets for that too.
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1. I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince! cut for spoilers )

2. I have a job interview in two weeks. \o/ I'm still kind of astonished that anyone is contemplating giving me a job (what on earth are they thinking about, honestly!) but still, the idea of not starving is quite appealing. I might even find somewhere to live when I need to move out of current flat in six weeks. That said, I have become a job applications fiend in the past few weeks - the people at the career's centre said my cover letters were perfect. Something to be proud of, at least.

3. Speaking of being smug, I have been to the gym 50 times between January and June. I have actual muscles now, and you can see them an everything. Mostly this is because I pay a yearly fee of £100, and so the more I go, the cheaper it gets, but there is also a strong undercurrent of being really vain. *g* I might be unemployed and unemployable, but at least I'm really really fit. :)

4. I'm going to see Amanda Fucking Palmer in London on September 12th with [personal profile] emeraldgreen and possibly [personal profile] flesh, and it's going to be awesome. Anybody else got tickets for that? I'm thinking pooling our wine resources (and possibly bringing some for Amanda, I understand she likes that).

5. Thank you so much to everyone who commented on the love thread - it made my week so much better and you guys are wonderful.

6. I've got a post a-brewing on fandom participation and My Deep Thoughts on the state of several fandoms, but it might be a while till I post it, as my hands are acting up. All those job applications, *smites them*

Anyway, how is all of you?
wildestranger: (greenpig/fleshdress)
Here is my newly unmouldy wall! Notice also the exciting stripy sheets and the poster of Who Killed Amanda Palmer?
Read more... )
Close up of sheets and poster, with a My Chem calendar on the side. Why yes, I do wake up to Gerard's face every morning.
Read more... )
wildestranger: (frank iero)
Those of you who have seen my flat (so, erm, [profile] kabeyk and [profile] _emeraldgreen) know that one of the walls of my flat is covered in mould. It has been like that for about 8 months - there's a problem on the roof and every time they've fixed it the mould has started to come through again. I've called my landlord about it several times and finally, a few weeks ago, they sent somebody on the roof to fix the leak. And today they came to fix my wall. \0/

I have a white wall now. I can put posters on it and not worry about Gerard's face rotting off. Less mould means there will be fewer white bits falling down off the ceiling and covering everything in dust. It means less food for the insects. I can't tell you how big a yay that is.

This makes me very happy today. You may imagine a Brendon Urie-like grin splitting my face. :)
wildestranger: (brendon urie jon walker drink/tarii_cake)
Those of you who have seen my flat (so, erm, [livejournal.com profile] kabeyk and [livejournal.com profile] _emeraldgreen) know that one of the walls of my flat is covered in mould. It has been like that for about 8 months - there's a problem on the roof and every time they've fixed it the mould has started to come through again. I've called my landlord about it several times and finally, a few weeks ago, they sent somebody on the roof to fix the leak. And today they came to fix my wall. \0/

I have a white wall now. I can put posters on it and not worry about Gerard's face rotting off. Less mould means there will be fewer white bits falling down off the ceiling and covering everything in dust. It means less food for the insects. I can't tell you how big a yay that is.

This makes me very happy today. You may imagine a Brendon Urie-like grin splitting my face. :)
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I've been going to the gym a lot in the last four weeks (The Easter Holiday - when academics do all the work there wasn't time to do during term time) and this has given me thoughts. These are thoughts I would like to share with you.

1. Although Katy Perry is a very bad no good singer, I find myself bopping along to Hot'N'Cold. That song is awefully catchy and there is something about its gleefully bitchy men-are-all-bastards theme that I like (Note: I am easily persuaded to like songs about men being bastards.). Also, it makes me run faster, gleefully. This is a trend I've noticed in many young women at the gym.

2. I've started to enjoy Lily Allen. She has a strange voice - sort of small and ordinary-sounding, but it also expresses things like accent and conversational tone. 'The Fear' has wit that makes it very satisfying to hear, and I like the fact that it's a song based entirely on irony. Also, the one in cowboy gear is funny.

3. One good thing about being skin and bones is that when muscles begin to grow, they show easily. I actually have visible muscles in my arms now - soon I shall be like Michelle Obama! \o/

4. Bumping into my students while redfaced and sweating is not fun. Thankfully, we all pretend not to notice each other.

5. I can now recognise at least three members of Girls Aloud. Not by name, of course, but I know there's the one with short blond hair, the one with red hair, and Cheryl Cole.

6. Kings of Leon sound a lot better when they're the only rock band in the charts.

7. Metro Station is number 8 on the British singles chart. This is strange and hilarious in a number of ways - I don't think Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco usually manage that. Seriously, Metro Station.

8. I have been to the gym 15 times in the last month. That means that the number of times I've been seen at my department in ratty clothes, no make up and unwashed hair is higher than the times I've been there in proper clothes.

9. Beyonce Knowles might just be the most beautiful woman in the world.

10. Brandon Flowers likes to wear feathers a lot. Seriously, when was the last time you saw him without some?


Tomorrow, my thoughts on Patrick Stump and his voice. Look for over indulgence of the word 'full-throated'!
wildestranger: (spencer smith thumb/eloquentice)
I've been going to the gym a lot in the last four weeks (The Easter Holiday - when academics do all the work there wasn't time to do during term time) and this has given me thoughts. These are thoughts I would like to share with you.

1. Although Katy Perry is a very bad no good singer, I find myself bopping along to Hot'N'Cold. That song is awefully catchy and there is something about its gleefully bitchy men-are-all-bastards theme that I like (Note: I am easily persuaded to like songs about men being bastards.). Also, it makes me run faster, gleefully. This is a trend I've noticed in many young women at the gym.

2. I've started to enjoy Lily Allen. She has a strange voice - sort of small and ordinary-sounding, but it also expresses things like accent and conversational tone. 'The Fear' has wit that makes it very satisfying to hear, and I like the fact that it's a song based entirely on irony. Also, the one in cowboy gear is funny.

3. One good thing about being skin and bones is that when muscles begin to grow, they show easily. I actually have visible muscles in my arms now - soon I shall be like Michelle Obama! \o/

4. Bumping into my students while redfaced and sweating is not fun. Thankfully, we all pretend not to notice each other.

5. I can now recognise at least three members of Girls Aloud. Not by name, of course, but I know there's the one with short blond hair, the one with red hair, and Cheryl Cole.

6. Kings of Leon sound a lot better when they're the only rock band in the charts.

7. Metro Station is number 8 on the British singles chart. This is strange and hilarious in a number of ways - I don't think Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco usually manage that. Seriously, Metro Station.

8. I have been to the gym 15 times in the last month. That means that the number of times I've been seen at my department in ratty clothes, no make up and unwashed hair is higher than the times I've been there in proper clothes.

9. Beyonce Knowles might just be the most beautiful woman in the world.

10. Brandon Flowers likes to wear feathers a lot. Seriously, when was the last time you saw him without some?


Tomorrow, my thoughts on Patrick Stump and his voice. Look for over indulgence of the word 'full-throated'!
wildestranger: (brendon urie drink/tarii_cakes)
I'm back! How is everyone? Reactions to Torchwood? Reactions to Doctor Who? Anything else exciting happen while I was gone?

Edinburgh was lovely but I am so tired - been walking ten hours a day for the past six days and getting up at seven every day. I don't ever want to leave my laptop chair again. *clings*

I've also acquired the deluxe edition of Pretty.Odd., which I didn't realise came with a vinyl album. There's the cd and the dvd too, as well as the puzzle (heh) and assorted stuff (but no t-shirt - didn't some people get a t-shirt? Was I supposed to get a t-shirt?), but still, it's strange. I'm pretty sure I didn't order the vinyl. Did everyone else get that?

I watched Torchwood on my travels, but missed Doctor Who, so if anybody could link me to a mysterious internet way of acquiring it, I would be ever so grateful.

Now, who's got porn? Gimme!
wildestranger: (gerard way coffee/lordnessrenegade)
Hello all,

Am feeling less depressed and crippled today. I had to call in sick yesterday because my arthritis kept me awake until five in the morning, which meant that when my alarm rang at seven I was somewhat unwell, and not ready to get up and go to work.

So I slept till two, and even though I wasn't able to leave the house, I managed to eat something (pitta bread with salad and feta) and not cripple myself further with excessive use of the keyboard (not that there wasn't excessive use of the keyboard).

However, some things happened that made me considerably less depressed.

1. I was forced (with gunpoint! against my will!) to renew my paid account at livejournal for two months. At various times during my paid account I had posted pictures of myself, you see, but without access to Scrapbook I couldn't delete them now, and I rather dislike the idea that there are pictures of me in the internet that I can't get rid of. So I signed up again, deleted them and found myself in possession of 110 icon slots. Which are now mostly filled with pictures of Frank Iero making silly faces and being pretty.

I know that Liverjournal is evil and all, and I don't think I should be giving them money, but. Frank Iero making silly faces and being pretty makes me immensely happy. *makes confused! Gerard face*

2. The rest of the day was spent looking through Etsy (thank you so much, [livejournal.com profile] jjtaylor, for alerting me to this wonderful site) and pining for things like hoodies with owls (I'm a Hoot!). I ended up buying a purple t-shirt with a peacock on it and the text "Proud" for [livejournal.com profile] pre_raphaelite1 because she is lovely and deserves presents. The joy of buying presents for others is a great thing - no guilt over spending money on frivolous things for oneself, only the pleasure of shopping! I warmly recommend this form of retail therapy.

3. The video of Teenagers on my tv. Gerard Way makes my soul happy. :D

4. Andandand! There was porn! For meeeeeeee!

Pictures of Me and You by [livejournal.com profile] xylodemon

Frank/Gerard, PG-13, 2300 words. In which Frank is tired, and Gerard is subtle like an anvil.

Go read, it is lovely.

Now, coffee. :)
wildestranger: (naboo_star/frank idly)
It's been a bad hand week. My arthritis has flared up, and while I'm currently able to type, this will probably not last long. I'd forgotten how exhausting being in pain is - I've spent the last few days sleeping badly and not-eating (no appetite for food and no energy to eat). The cold weather doesn't help, particularly with my rubbish insulation.

Not to mention that being crippled in my wrists makes it difficult to do my job or write my thesis. Argh.

I wish I could say that tonight's Torchwood will make me feel less depressed, but this seems unlikely. Unless the powers that be decide that angsty-fighty Ianto/Owen is the way to go. Or perhaps naughty-smug Ianto/Martha. *ponders*

Porn, anyone?
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Exciting announcements in the life of [livejournal.com profile] wildestranger

1. My elbows are turning green. No, seriously, they are. And much as I like the colour green (and anyone who has met me can attest, usually with some regret and a certain amount of dread, how much I love the colour green. It produces reactions in me that are otherwise reserved for Rodney McKay and baby pigs.), I'm not terribly keen on the idea of it being a colour on my skin. So, like any other crippled, heavily medicated, and paranoid young person, I mentioned this to my doctor (well, rheumatology nurse, really).

Cut for unexciting medical discussion )

2. I am moving house in a few days. I won't have internet access to begin with, since I keep forgetting to call NTL and their Phoneservice of Doom, and so won't be able to spend that much time online. I'm hoping this will increase my work productivity. But considering how lazy I am, it's far more likely that I'll spend the first week watching SGA dvds and drinking unnatural quantities of green tea.

3. Oh and my SGA S3 dvd arrived. *g* I has a Rodney now. Rodney, enveloped in a Wraith cocoon, whining and bitching at Ronon, his voice growing endearingly high. Rodney, poking at Sheppard to stop reading over his shoulder. Rodney, talking about catwoman with Sheppard and being held against a wall by Ronon and telling Lucius to fly. Rodney, with an arrow on his ass, and kiwi fruit boxers, and whining.

In short, I can has Rodney. :D

4. It's that time of year when students are starting to get back to university, and lecturers are starting to panic about their classes and research and stuff, and I'm really enjoying all the posts about the start of the academic year. People getting new rooms/flats/dorms, or starting new courses, or teaching new courses, or finding new friends and take-away places and what have you. There's something quietly exhilarating about it all, the potential for new learning, new lives, new ways of thinking about yourself as participant in academia. Of course, I am also quietly (or not *g*) jealous of a lot of these people who get to start it all and experience being an undergraduate, or postgraduate, or lecturer (okay, most jealous of people who have things like funding and successful research), but it is nevertheless fun to read through people's posts about it and in a way, have vicarious experiences of what it's like to be a first year at an American/Australian/Welsh university, or a postgrad in Canada/Scotland/Oxford, or a lecturer in a small college, or a big university, or anything in between.

It's thrilling, and after eight years of university education I still think that academia is the most exciting thing in the world. And I'm fiercely glad that I, even in my small and generally-failing-at-life sort of way, am a part of it.

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