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| This is a bit of an experiment in ducking responsibility for "I didn't know you were gonna be at ___" sorts of things. This post is gonna sit at the top of my recent entries page until the end of December, assuming livejournal does what I want it to do.
So, some things I'm doing in December, outside of the normal school-Diesel-dance-gaming thing I think of as my weekly schedule.
12 (Saturday) - going dancing in New Haven. *Probably* coming home. Possibly going to NYC. A bit unclear at this point.
13 (Sunday) - Possibly in NYC. Possibly Skyping with Tho? I know we had it planned, but we've also Skyped in the intervening time. Will have to check. Regardless, also stressing about finals.
14 (Monday) - coming home if not, school. End of school! Woo! Finals week! Woo...Waitwhat?
16 (Wednesday) - Going out to see Sleep No More with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ndkid and many of his friends.
18 (Friday) - The Slutcracker! With many people who I won't necessarily disparage the good names of.
19 (Saturday) - The Fezziwig Ball, out in Salem. Is a vintage ball, and I do like vintage! Also, very plausibly a chance to see rm, which is pretty much the definition of "good thing"
20 (Sunday) - Possibly hanging lights in the morning, Tea Dance in the afternoon, possibly babysitting, BIDA contra in the evening
22 (Tuesday) - LEEEEEEEEEVIN' ONNA JET PLANE! DUNNO WHEN I'LL BE BACK AGANE!2, 3
Or in other words, goin' to Maryland, bee-are-bee.
24 (Thursday) - Bowling with Santa. Having Dad read the Night Before Christmas. Probably avoiding anyone who does not have the last name of D***** or the first name of Veronica like the plague, because seriously, screw you guys for a bit. Family, damnit!
25 (Friday) - Christmas, whee!
26 (Saturday) - Um...being dragged to parties? Probably? Almost certainly? Woo for awkwardly interacting with people I've known my entire life because I'm too old to awkwardly interact with the people who I've known for their entire lives!4
31 (Thursday) - NEW YEARS PARTY WOO!
The end is hazy, as I may or may not have work, or people I care about more than the internet around to be faboo.
Some biggish things I'm thinking about for other months:
Arisia: 15-17 January
Being a couchsurfer for a while: 18-23 January
Moving back home proper: 24 January
NonCon:19-21 February ((VERY ambiguous at the moment --the 20th is Lauren and Emily's 21st birthday. I may very well be *shot* if I skip out, even with a boy as pretty as Foster as an excuse.))
Spring Break: 6-14 March --I don't actually much know what's happening.
Vericon or Lunacon: Both 19-21st of March. I am not crazy enough to try to go to both. Also, that would be weird.
NEFFA: 23-25 April
Big Family Reunion: 17-19 June
Origins: 22-27 June. Yeah, it starts on a Tuesday this year, according to their dates. Longest frelling weekend con ever, yeah.
I have a birthday, and therefore there is a celebration of awesomeness, because, let's face it, I am my mother's daughter beyond any shadow of a doubt: 28 August
~Sor
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1: There is no footnote one. You guys *hate* it when I do this, don't you?
2: It is one of my pet peeves when people rhyme the "pain" sound with "again". Again rhymes with Jen. Punks.
3: Also, this is the "Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies" version I'm singing, not any other version.
4: I actually am totally chill about going and partying. It's just a little weird sometimes to be makin' mad innuendos in front of the eight year old who's not gonna get it, and realize that these people totally must have done that to me when I was that age. | comments: 14 comments!! or Leave a comment!   |
| So, I follow this awesome blog called The Big Picture, which does the news of the world in nice big beautiful photographs. The most recent sets have been "2009 in photos" part one and two --I looked through part two, enjoying the pretties, and the heartbreaking, and the impressive, and just everything that photos are meant to be.
Part one was much of the same. And then I got here and burst into tears.
Because it's a fucking beautiful picture, and one that should be able to happen all the time and everywhere. Love is just awesome, and standing in the way of it makes no sense.
~Sor
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Postscript: Damn, <a href="http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/12/2009_in_photos_part_1_of_3.html#photo39>this one</a> is heartbreaking and beautiful too. *sniffles like a stupid sentimental weepy-thing* | | comments: Leave a comment! |
| So, yesterday I got a package slip. This was not helpful, as I couldn't get into the package center to pick it up until today at one. But fine, whatever.
Is one. I go, and I get handed an incredibly heavy box with a return address that I absolutely can't recognize, beyond ascertaining that it is not from Georgia, and therefore not an aluminum cupcake (which is the only thing I'm really expecting in any way shape or form in the mail, and that's kindof just an "eventually" anyways)
At the package center, it is revealed that I have another package, one that hasn't even been processed yet! I gleefully accept both of them, and drag them upstairs to rip open.
The brand new one was from jannyblue, and contained TWO WHOLE BOXES OF CHICKIN IN A BISCUIT OM NOM NOM! Hoorah for care packages!!
The incredibly heavy one is from the superawesome media_junkie, and contained something like a million issues of The Tick comic. A MILLION!, I say! Also, an Arthur toy from Taco Bell or something like that, which promptly got assembled and thrown around a bunch.
So yeah. MmMMmMMmmmmmmm, comicscomicscomicscomicscomics! I am ridiculously happy, and will have to go steal another milk crate just to fit them all. *glee!*
Thank both of you muchly!
~Sor
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| I pretty much have the best friends ever. Lauren seduced me to her room with promises of the Buffy movie, and then her, Emily, Beth, Ty, and Rob1 instead decided to force me to watch entertaining YouTube videos, look for fetish clubs in the area, filk Rock Lobster, and generally be mad crazy things.
Also, I stole a crown.
So I'm a pretty pretty princess now, punks! WOO!
Hope you lot are having an entertaining night too!
~Sor
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1: Emily and Lauren are my best friends at the college, Beth is Lauren's girlfriend, Ty is Em's boyfriend, Rob is one of their best friends from high school. All excellently cool people! | | comments: 4 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Well, I don't know what YOU got in the mail to-day, but it is almost certainly not as good as getting a handwritten Hot Fuzz domestic-slash1 drabble, and also a card from one of your oldest internet friends who you have never actually communicated with in the non-internet mediums before.
...also, glitter, but that can't be helped, and is quite forgiven, especially when it comes in the form of a penguin waving a wand. An *adorable* penguin waving a wand.
And you are totally right, futuresoon! We should hang out sometime! It's not like I don't already have a reason to go to Georgia, having two just means I really should stop being lazy (and/or poor) and go run around down south.
~Sor
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1: I am not actually sure if this is a real term, but it is definitely slashy, and there is no sex in it, but there is rather sweet domesticness and it is adorably cute and I just want to hug it!
I really like people in love just sorta hanging out at home together and being chill. It makes me smile. | | comments: 4 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| DISCLAIMER: I keep a proper wishlist here. These are just superspecial christmas wishes.
Step One
Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.
Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post so that the holiday joy will spread.
Step Two
Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:
If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it. Once a wish has been granted, it will be crossed off my list.
You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.
There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.
Mine got...kinda esoteric and weird there. And here I really was hoping I could make the list full of possible things.
1) Support some webcartoonists. I keep a collection of the swag I specifically want but hell, you don't have to get it for me --just find some swag you want, and send some money to your favourite online comics guy or gal.
(And, I mean, I encourage the support of all art and artists. But for some reason, webcartoonists hold a particularly dear spot in my heart.)
2) Send me some letters, or some postcards, or a package, or an envelope containing an ad ripped out of a magazine, or a spoon, or whatever. I really *really* like getting mail, like a lot. Brightens my whole day.
You can find my college address here --it's valid until May.
3) Go dancing with me. Seriously, if you're Boston/Cambridge based, I do Scottish Country ever Monday night, and can be coaxed into Contra on occasional Thursdays. The SCD crowd is really friendly to beginners, and no one will stress out if you mess up a little, especially because EVERYONE messes up a little, in some dance or another.
If you're Maryland based, there is Oella --assorted vintage ballroom and swing set to modern music. First and third Sundays, Westchester community center.
4) I want what is essentially an Amelia Earhart costume. I have an okay leather jacket, but I need the brown aviator hat and the long white silk scarf. And probably the white(?) breeches
5) Goggles that go over my glasses.
6) A TARDIS. Would settle for an Airboat (Flyboat? Boatplane? Shipplane?) from Wonderpets. Or a really frelling good teleporter.
7) Some people to lighten the fuck up and learn to take a joke. Some people to learn that some things Just Aren't Funny. Myself to be able to balance those two halves, and even more so, be able to reconcile things like the fact that racist jokes0 aren't funny with the fact that battered women jokes are fucking hilarious1, 2, 3.
8) The usual. TGAoEaT and to be published. You can't help with these, they're my fights to fightwin.
9) Winning the other fights that are mine alone would be nice too.
7) In general, to be better about checking my upper/middle-class white girl seemingly heteronormative privilege at the door. To fight the good fight(s) even though they're hard, because it sucks to not be white and it sucks to not be straight and it sucks to not be mono-sexual6 and it sucks to not be cis and it sucks to not be monogamous and it sucks to not be male and it sucks to not be Christian, and it sucks to not be upper/middle-class, and it sucks to not be Privileged7, whatever we're talking about. And some of those I have to actively deal with, and some of those I have friends who have to actively deal with, and some of those are just things that a good person would do their best to deal with. I wanna see what I can do about being a good person.
Also, for internet drama to stop happening. Or if it does, keep happening in places where I can cozy up with some popcorn and watch, and don't have to lift a finger to deal with it.
10) My 21st birthday wants to be really really awesome. I want it to be a boozin' party --bring me the ingredients to make your favourite mixed drink. Make said drink for yourself. Give me a sip to taste, and leave me the ingredients. This will give me proper knowledge of how to make some drinks, and a little bit of a liquor cabinet, for when I have company.
Also, dancing. I want lots and lots and lots of dancing. Because dancing is bloody well *awesome*.
...Oh, and anyone suggesting I do 21 shots will, them themselves, be shot.
~Sor
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0: Well, except for this one:
What do you call a black guy who flies a plane?
A pilot, you racist!
1: In my mind. I do not speak for everyone.
2: Why do brides wear white? So the dishwasher matches the fridge! Booyah!
3: Oh fuckingfuck, this is gonna turn into a post, isn't it?
Look, hitting girls4 isn't funny. At all, or ever. Neither is, for that matter, hitting boys. Nor is racism.
Why do I find battered women jokes funny? I don't know. Because I'm an asshole? Maybe. Because I'm a woman, and were I less lucky, that could be me? Maybe.
I don't think the humour comes from the actual joke. "Goes to the kitchen and makes me a sandwich if she knows what's good for her!" is not what I want from anyone, and if I knew someone who was in that situation, I'd do what I could to help them get out. But the joke is funny, because it's laughing at the attitudes that let such a thing exist --"oh, haha, some men are so backwards and ignorant that they'll hit women! How droll!"
It's not droll. It's scary as shit. It's wonderful that I've never had to put up with that, but other people do. This is not good. I can't promise I'll stop laughing, because sometimes the humour is in just how offensive the joke is. But let's see if I can be better about not letting such attitudes spread.
*scratches out 7 and rewrites it*
4: Or women. I tend to use the terms "girls" and "boys" in my journal significantly more often than I use "women" and "men". This is not me trying to look down on people, or make them seem less by using the diminutive5. I just tend to feel more comfortable with the terms boy and girl, both because I feel they sound a little nicer, and because I believe there are different social connotations to woman and man than girl or boy.
This is why my 3d4 boyfriends are called collectively "my boys" instead of "my men". The latter just...sounds weird.
5: With the exception of myself. I scornfully call myself "Little girl" pretty damn often in my BehindtheWalls and otherwise private (read: emo) writings, and it's almost always meant as a term of offense --a sort of "why the fuck don't you grow some responsibility and grow up already". I don't use it towards other people. Other people do NOT have the right to use it towards me.
6: Used here as to mean "neither hetero nor homosexual"
7: Considering that I can think of at least three that I didn't list (fat, ablism, agism) and I'm sure there are more...yeah. Let's work on that being a good person thing. | | comments: 26 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Oh hey. Just in case anyone is interested, I'm gonna be at Rocky Horror on Saturday night.
...nono, the good kind of Rocky Horror. We're talkin' straight up Satanic Mechanic style. Hoff Theatre, on the University of Maryland College Park campus. Show starts at midnight. Brenton and I'll probably head out there around ten thirty or eleven, have make-outs, smile at sexy people, and generally be awesome and in the front of the line.
So, you know, if Rocky is one of your things, and you're in Maryland, and want to say hello...yeah. Just a thought. (Also a shill, because I fucking love the Mechanics, with every ounce of sexy in my heart)
~Sor
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ETA: Brenton and I'll probably *also* be at Movie Night, if that's the sort of thing you're interested in. Ping mommio for that one. | | comments: 4 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Two years ago today, it was 2007. I had spent the weekend in Maryland. I flew home, then got on the train, and ended up at Porter Square station. If I dig through my e-mail, I can guess the time to be somewhere between ten thirty and eleven at night.
Porter Square has a lot of escalators. I was exhausted, and worn out, and just wanted to leave the station and walk back to my dorm.
And so I left the station. And stepped into a Cambridge dusted with snow, one that muted the sound of cars on Mass Ave, and swallowed people away, since no one would want to be out on a night like this. And so, when I left the station, I was essentially alone, standing there in a world becoming increasingly covered with snow.
And for just a short moment, my heart sang out.
Home.
~Sor
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| But there is a good out of the whole bookstore debacle! Namely, that I got my hands on some new comic books!
The first one was easy --they had copies of Mouse Guard, which, I will admit, I want primarily because Dub-Dub1 reads it. But, I mean, I *have* heard good things about it. Also, damn it's pretty.
The second was harder. Skimming through the selection of teen graphic novels2, my hand landed on something entitled "Rapunzel's Revenge"
Let's get two things straight before we begin this:
- I really really love fractured fairy tales, and retelling of the old stories.
- I have long hair. This means I get called Rapunzel a lot. As such, I don't always like her, but anything bearing her name is worth at least looking at.
That's the one that I just spent an hour or two reading, start to finish. And oh my god, I love this book! I'm no good at book reviews, so I'm just going to put some things into a list:
- Rapunzel(Punzie) is awesome. She has Pippi-Longstocking red hair, and twenty feet of it. She's full of good morals, and insisting on not stealing, and a need to bring justice against the woman who raised her, as said woman is a total witch.
- Oh, and if she wasn't cool enough already, she gets herself out of the tower. No princes involved.
- Her sidekick (and he is definitely HER sidekick, and even he maintains so when other people try to thank him for her good deeds) is called Jack. He has a goose, and keeps muttering about it laying eggs. There may have been some trouble with some giants at some point. He doesn't use guns, even though nearly everyone else they run into does. In January, there is going to be a sequel about him, and I am excited for that!
- There's a bit near the beginning where Punzie and Jack are trying to rescue a little girl from some bandits. Jack suggests that Punzie puts on a dress and uses her feminine wiles. "My what?" "You're gonna do a sultry little dance for them, while I free the girl behind their backs." Rapunzel's response? "In. Your. Dreams." Woo for women who don't need to use their feminine wiles to kick ass!
- Similarly, everything Rapunzel wears is reasonable. When she gets nice clothes, and not random things, they are pretty much just the same outfit any self-respecting cowboy would wear, only slightly tighter and more girl-shaped.
- "Cowboy?" I hear you ask. Yeah. Did I not mention it's a Western? It's a western. If you have hair as long as rope, you can use it to lasso things! And as a whip!!
- I did not even notice this until I started reading reviews (I have no idea if this is a good or bad thing) but there is a pretty decent amount of racial diversity in the book. Punzie's white, but she sure as hell ain't blonde haired and blue eyed, instead falling into the "firey redhead" category of awesome literary characters. Jack is hispanic. As they travel, they meet black people and hispanic people and white people and Native American people and no one much seems bothered by that.
- Also, the art is *beautiful* I read a pretty good review that complained briefly that they found the artwork a little too juvenile, or too much like illustrations for a childrens book. I disagree --I found the art beautiful, and full of expression. There are maybe a half dozen panels that just caught my breath away.
Lemme put it this way --I have another character on my really damn short3 list of characters I find so awesome I want to cosplay them.
Book highly recommended. For pretty much every age after they can start reading. I don't recall any swear words, there's no real sex, some violence, and some scary bits, but nothing graphic. And if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna go draw some fanart now.
~Sor
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1: Dub-Dub. As in, Wendy Watson. As in, the main character of Middleman, and she is awesome, don't you pay attention to these things?
2: Can I just mention that my heart melted into a lovey-dovey pile of goo when I realized this? I may have swooned from delight. I am really really irritated that that one clerk is being an asshat, because Porter Square Books is such a delightful little bookstore!
3: Well, okay, really damn short if you don't count the fact that I want to cosplay everyone ever from the Middleman4. It's pretty much just Hermione Hatchett from "The Pirate's Mixed Up Voyage", and...and...um...there has to be someone else...oh! And Tobi from the Broadway revival version of Sweeney Todd. And Gwynn from Sluggy Freelance, and one secret project that's less a wanting to cosplay, and more a wanting to freak a friend out. Butyeah. Short list.
4: MM and WW in both show and comic form, the Booty Chest waitresses, the !!!! girls, Lacy and her "French Cuisine Kills Bunnies" sign, Roxy Wasserman... | | comments: 11 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| Dear asshole clerk at Porter Books:
When I come up to the counter and ask "Do you know if this is any good?" and you haven't read the graphic novel in question, the correct answer is, in fact, "I haven't read it."
"That looks too young for me, I like to read books with words." is incorrect.
Dick.
No love
~Sor
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((PostScript: I used to think Porter Books was a really awesome bookstore. One of my favourite things about it is that it carried comics. Now I'm thinking I'm a little less willing to spend my money there. After all, there are a damn load of other stores that carry those books without so many words, and the pretty pictures. And they won't look down on me when I want to give them my money.)) | | comments: 22 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
| And, because I gave you the first hundred, I feel it is only fair to give you the last hundred or so, too.
( spoilers, or something )
Yeah. I finished NaNoWriMo. For the first time in my entire life.
I'm working on a post, but for now, let's just say some thank yous:
Thank you to Harena, first and foremost, for being bubbly and giddy and enthusiastic, and possibly the only reason I didn't Rocks Fall, Everyone Dies my two main characters twenty thousand words ago.
Thank you for an unnamed asshole, second and secondmost, for yelling at me a day before November that I've never finished a project, because I am unmotivated and disorganized, and providing the primary impetus for me to say "Fuck you, I'm a writer. I'm gonna finish this, or I might as well just never start a project again."
Thank you to Kristin, to Erin, and to Corey of writer's club, all of whom finished their novels ages ago, because they're super rad. You were never competition, but you were proof that I could do this too, maybe. Also, you fucking bitches, how does anyone get fifty thousand words written in like a week and a half?
(And double thanks to writers club for making prizes available, which, I mean, I wasn't *doing* it for the prizes, but they made good incentives anyways. Plus, buttons!)
Thanks to Magus, for telling me words I don't hear often enough. Thanks to all my boys, and girls, and friends, and family for putting up with the fact that I've been even less available than usual.
Thanks to the Pie Shop, because they're awesome. Also, because Erika promised me a drawing, because *she's* awesome. Also, because I love my clone like life itself, and someday we shall have a house in Maine and write a lot or something. Until we get run over. Or is that Stephan King?
Probably other people deserve thanks, or things. But mostly, just OH HAI, I WROTE A NOVEL FUCK YEAH!
((Although, I did not write a finished novel --I feel I am somewhere between halfway and two thirds finished. I did write more than 50k words though. Have I technically completed NaNoWriMo? Discuss.))
Whee!
~Sor
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ETA: Oh, and I almost forgot! If you're really into rough drafts, you can read the whole thing over at The Kattales. | | comments: 17 comments!! or Leave a comment! |
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376 words since waking up. Woo. Only five and a half thousand to go or so. Also, gods *damn* it, why do I keep mixing up Theo and Ash's names.
Also, also, I have stolen everything I've ever written, ever, from Mercedes Lackey. This bit is from "Arrow's Fall". Also, a little bit from a non-Lackey book called "Just Ella", because every jail scene I ever write is a little bit from there.
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Goddamnit Tho, why are you still asleep? I need a chemist. Ohwait, except Theo's a mechanical/biological scientist. But still! I could use some help here.
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Am I gonna write a torture scene? I do really like them, being both a sick and twisted soul like that, and enjoying the incredible badassness of someone so butch that they don't give the information, even under threat of terrible pain. Of course, I'm pretty sure Theo would sing like a bird in general, rather than get hurt -she *is* an Underworld street rat. But then again, there are other people talking would hurt, and she's a bit stubborn --she may just not talk on the principle of the thing.
Also, I have seven squares of Ghiradelli 86% dark chocolate, and you don't. I said chocolate, people. The good kind.
#ObscureMiddlemanReference
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And I really think it's Theo's turn for the narrative again, but she's in a jail cell. Her narrative is really really boring right now, unless she's magically going to use pants, those glasses she technically wears, a long piece of fabric, and her boots to escape. She's not actually McGyver.
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No body, I don't think I need to meet a specific word count to go poop, thanks. And if I did, it would be "878". Punk.
...Also, I think poop is a very funny word. This is because I am Highly Immature. Sorry about that, folks.
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Um, do not mess with my main heroine. Do not sleep with her and sell her out. You will get your neck snapped by a viking. And he might steal your fiddle, too. I am vicious to those who treat my characters ill. >.<
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By the way, 3384 words left to write. Before I have made NaNoWriMo my BITCH!
And the story isn't gonna be over at 50k --I've known that for a while. I'm way too verbose sometimes, as I'm sure you've all noticed. But I've kinda started to like it again, and Harena adores it, the strange ferret, so I'm gonna try and finish the whole book someday.
Just not in November.
I'm more than halfway done for today, and it's not even noon! Looks like I might get to go dancing after all. <3
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Re: music, "Between" is not really a song that necessarily wants to be applied to real relationships. It's pretty, and I like it, and it's one of the most beautiful waltzes I've ever had in my life. But it's not a song that I ever want to have to feel is right for anyone I date.
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I think I'm measuring my word count now in how many I have left. Less than three thousand. I'm gonna wind up having written close to literally twenty times as many words on the last day as I did on the first. This is very me, unfortunately. I don't know how to feel about that.
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But you know what? I'M THREEFOUR DAYS FROM NEW YORK CITY, AND I'M THREE DAYS FROM YOU!
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...Actually, I got spoiled over the weekend. I can't say this is the good kind, when I had a 76% dark bar from a single plantation on Saturday night. That was some *good* damn chocolate. The kind that costs like six dollars a bar, and the only way you can get it is if you import fifteen bars at a time or something.
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A few hundred more, and I'll only have to do the standard for the day! WOO!
...I am incredibly scared that I am actually going to do this. The post WriMo explanation post is gonna be amazing.
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WOAH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE, WO-OAH, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR! WOO!
...or in other words, Fuck yeah Bon Jovi.
Also, I would be extremely pleased if I finished this novel before I had to put on pants for the day.
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And this is a really really interesting thing here. There is a point I want to reach with the 50000 words thing. It's not the end of the story, but it's an okay place for the story to end for now, until I get a chance to pick it up again. However, I still have almost two thousand words to go, and I think I'm gonna have to babble a bit.
I don't *like* babbling. But honestly? If I write this whole damn 50k word thing, and the only point where I feel like I was just wordcount padding was the last thousand? It's okay, and I still get my damn cookie.
...or I could always go in and fill in that missing reel from the first few days. Hm.
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825. I have fewer words than the time. Ohgod. And that's counting trimming out the Author's Notes and Missing Reel notices. Ohgod. Ee!
I'm excited. Are *you* excited? Whee!
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Or maybe I'm confusing excitement with the need to pee. Whee!
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No, I haven't finished yet. I got distracted by chatting with Maddie. Also, my story is now starting to steal from Oathbreakers, because Mercedes Lackey is my plagerism homedog. Whatever the hell that means.
Also, fun drinking game. Read through "Let's Do This Thing!" Take a shot every time I have someone swear with hell or goddamnit. Laugh at me.
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Oh look. There is a five, followed by an oh-five-nine-six.
I think that I am fucking awesome. How are you today?
~Sor
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Oh shit, you all say. She's putting time stamps in the middle of her post again. This can't possibly be good. It means she's busy stressing out, and is gonna KICK SOME ASS at some project for school or another. And wants to write her snarky comments in here.
In this particular case, I've got just under eight thousand words to write, and just over twenty three hours to write them in. I'm not sleeping tonight until I've written five thousand words. You all get to come along for the ride, because I am a complete bitch.
Fuck yeah, NaNoWriMo.
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Also, I am listening to my "Top Christmas" list, because it's after Thanksgiving, and I can do that. Also, because it's only like seven songs long --The Night Santa Went Crazy, Turning Turning (Which is actually a solstice song), The Bells of Saint Paul (fuck yeah Linda Eder), Do They Know It's Christmas (x2), Carol of the Bells (Mannaheim Steamroller, since I DON'T actually own the TSO version), It Feels Like Christmas (Fuck yeah muppets), Pink Christmas, and The Christians and the Pagans, which is just a damn good song regardless of the season.
I am so damn productive it just makes you sick, right? Which is to say, 88 words thus far.
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Oh Jesus Christ, how did it take me 42 thousand words to realize that every character in my entire story is just a Tinkerer without the magic aspect. I haven't dealt with Tinks in yeeeears. Sigh. Stupid obsolete Sorcy!Canon.
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It's really weird adjusting my writing for the fact that they technically don't have any religion, so wouldn't use the words hell or damn. Or god. Or Jesus.
In other words, I seem to suddenly suck at being able to write my characters swearing.
Oh, and 435. WHAT!
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643. Also, ran out of Top Christmas. Moved onto a random recent "On the go" playlist. Currently listening to City Hall, was listening to Daylight. Seems like good songs. Motivated songs. MOTIVATION HO!
...Who're you callin' a ho?
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Oh, Pee dot ess dot, Sor. If you get to...three thousand words, you get to watch an episode of Glee. True facts. If you get to five, you get to sleep. Bribery ho!
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Writing is hard. I suck at it. 735. And listening to Ampersand. NTS, add "Who Killed Amanda Palmer" to the list of things you want. Also, further adventures of Blue Avenger.
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SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH, BRAIN! I WOULD NOT WRITE FASTER IF I WASN'T TAKING NOTES IN THE OTHER ROOM ON MY PROCESS!
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Oo! Oasis! I love this song.
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Oh fuck. I'm not sure I'm going to make this. And I'm sure as hell not writing eight thousand words tomorrow-proper. Not when I've dancing to do, and will inevitably sleep until noon. What do you think, peers, would a twenty minute nap be beneficial? The last time I tried that, it got one of my characters laid.
Or do I just need to do the EXTREMELY LOGICAL thing of cranking up the Great Big Sea, and carrying on?
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No, Ashwater does not need to get laid, sheesh. Besides, it would not advance the plot any.
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LET'S DANCE TO JOY DIVISION, AND CELEBRATE THE IRONY! EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONG, BUT WE'RE SO HAPPY!
Less than seven thousand words to go. This just might be doable. Also, note that I apparently write a little less than a thousand words an hour. This is extremely critical information to have for today.
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I am pretty sure "Zan" is not the Sorcy!Canon word for "gender-neutral version of sir". But it's what I'm gonna use in here, 'kay? Someone remind me to fix it sometime.
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WOO ONE THOUSAND WORDS! ONLY SEVEN TIMES THAT TO GO! I AM GOING TO DIE!
Well no. But I think a thousand words deserves some kind of reward. I am not really sure what. Any ideas, hypothetical audience who won't read this for another four hours anyways?
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Newest Order of the Stick was honestly pretty good there. Maybe I could be giving myself 25 Erfworld strips every thousand words? Might work. We'll try that at two thousand. In the meantime...*cracks whip. Yes at myself. Shut up, okay!*
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More song lyrics sung too loudly! OO BABY, YOU MUST ESCAPE AND THEN GRAB IT BY THE NAPE OF ITS NECK, BY THE TRACHEA! FUCKING BREAK IT GO ON DRIVE A STAKE IN NOW THERE'S NO MISTAKIN' YOU'RE SHAKIN' BAKIN'!!
I might really love vampires.
...I wonder if I actually can get two thousand words logged before three in the fucking morning. CHALLENGE AND GO!
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...are my wrists gonna last until three in the fucking morning?
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OH SHIT ONLY FIFTY MINUTES SHIT!
Anyways, I like going from Right Angles to LuftBalloons. I don't know why.
Alsoalso, there is *drama*. You should never have sex if you are my character, unless you're in something porny. The not porny folk having sex do not wind up in very good form indeed. Which is to say, chains, and not the sexy kind.
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Have I mentioned it's kind of a pain in the ass to remember that everything should be measured in metric? I hate that. I forget constantly, which is why you'll see the words "feet" and "meters" with equal frequency.
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Nine People's, baby. I can has bedtime and restin' the wriststime nao? Will write after six hours sleep I promise (I have to promise this, I will not make it otherwise.)
And yeah. I think I'm actually gonna accept that. Wake up at nine o clock. Write some goddamn more.
Dear novel. It is on. And you WILL be my bitch.
~Sor
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| Some things I am thankful for today:
*Chicken in a Biscuit crackers. Since those are more or less entirely made of god, really.
*That, because it is finally post Thanksgiving, people can stop kvetching about Christmas music being played. They're not going to, and I'm not either, but they can.
*Leftovers. Mmmmm, leftovers.
*That I really do have the most delightfully snarky family ever. If you wonder where I get my snark and sarcasm and humour as a defense mechanism, well, it's stolen straight up from my dad (the dirty jokes come from mom). And his dad. My love of schadenfreude comes from two of my uncles. My grandmother heavily influences my dramatic poses. Being the (second)oldest means I've always had younger cousins around to make me be silly. Hell, even the ones who marry into the clan have good sense of humour to them --Jeff wandered in and started snarking on everyone gathered in a nice big circle in the living room...and playing on their varying electronics. I love my family.
I'll probably post more things I'm thankful for later. Things I am not thankful for today pretty much boil down to "oh hell, novel."
...oh, and remembering that telling people to call me and then not having the phone on = stupidity on my part. Hurr. Not that it matters --Vermont is apparently made of no phones. Sigh.
~Sor
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ETA 1226: Did I mention Chickin-in-a-biscuit? Because damn.
That I can apparently recognize the Wallace and Gromit theme music from three rooms away and like...four notes or something.
Tiny round orange things <3 <3 <3 <3 (Tangerines or necterines or something like that)
Pie
Foster, who I like and who entertains me and such.
Also Nurit, who I like, and who entertains me and such.
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| I'm thankful for you guys. Yes, all of you, even the ones that exasperate me, and the ones that have pissed me off, and the ones that have broken my heart, and the ones that otherwise are not perfect in every way.
(And yes, especially you, Harena. Tell your negvox to stfu.)
I love you guys. You make me a HappyKat.
~Sor
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| So, I went about the world and had a good explore. Turns out the pool is an outdoor one, meaning I didn't even have to go to Kohl's (I can spell it now). Walked across the street to wander my way around the big ol' strip mall, feeling very much like I was -not home in Columbia, as you might expect- but in the Sacramento area with my dear clone.
And to make the awesome-freaky clone feelings even better?
One of the shops I spent a good chunk of time wandering in was a dollar store. A dollar store that carried THIS MOVIE!
Which I'm not sure matters to anyone ever except for The Katters. Butyeah. That's a pretty terrible version of Jekyll and Hyde. It has led us to the fanonical fact that Henry Jekyll was, in fact, looking for a cure for baldness. Also, music and lots of it.
So yeah. I'm gonna be crazy-hyper and eat ravioli and crackers and cheese, and maybe drink some hot chocolate, and damn, I want to sleep all a sudden. Byeeee!
~Sor
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| So, made it as far as Springfield MA, using at least two methods of transportation I don't normally --trains and taxi. Am at a Hampton Inn, with a very nice sort of room, that feels all vaguely professional and such. And I've basically got until two AM until the rest of my family shows up. The automatic first thought is that I should invite over some boys and have a party, but barring that, I think I'm going to go look into procuring a cheap swimsuit (there's a khols within sight from my window --they're cheap, right?) and go for a swim. Also, see if I can scam the world into letting me sit in a hot tub and work on my novel (note, I probably can't.)
Andyes. Woo Springfield! What does one do here for twelve hours?
~Sor
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| Do you suppose if I stare at the word-count software long enough, it'll go up by iteself? No?
Guess I better see if I can squeeze a few more words out of today then. Sigh!
~Sor
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| Oy vey. Can I be done with every variation of "we need to talk" with everybody I've ever known, regardless of our platonicness and yeah.
yeah.
So let's make this into a meme! Silly or serious, drop me a comment telling me why WE need to talk.
~Sor
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