Work-related:
1) In the 7 Circles of Archaeological Hell, the seventh circle consists of having to lay line of shovel tests through Staten Island catbriar four feet taller than you. Imagine thorns so sharp and long they scratch you through your jeans and long johns, AND at one point go through your BOOT. Allow me to repeat: A THORN WENT THROUGH MY BOOT.

You have NO idea what my legs look like right now. It's pretty horrific, and they sting like a mo'fo' when I take a shower.

Though, it is a relief to no longer be digging along the Belt Parkway. I like the silence of working in the woods under the Outerbridge Crossing. If it just wasn't for those DAMNABLE CATBRIARS!!!!

Because I need my dose of blasphemy this evening, holy Christ, my everlasting sympathies.


Real Life-related:
1) I'm going to be Oscar Wilde for Halloween!...well, I will, once I modify a coat of mine, and make myself a fabulously foppish purple vest and green cravat. And then on November 1st at a little shindig [livejournal.com profile] muneybags6 is hosting (themed "Saints and Demons: come as your best or worst!") I plan on going as Saint Lucy, with my eyes on a platter. I want to practice staring ahead with dark glasses on while I move my "eyes" to look at the people I'm talking too. I think it would be awesomely creepifying if I did it right.

2) I'm sitting on my grad school application for the March 31 deadline. Just didn't want to go to grad school this spring (assuming I would have gotten in in the first place).

3) My brother and I saw "Fuerza Bruta" on Saturday and it was AMAZING. It was like being in someone else's waking dream; one part nightmare, one part rave, one part "WTF that was AWESOME!". If you want to feel what's it's like to step into Wonderland, GO SEE THIS SHOW. You walk out of it and the rest of the humdrum world feels so much more magical. Just don't expect it to make any sense--just take it in and go for the ride. I mean, women swim in a clear pool as it's lowered within arm's reach of you. It's insane, but a good sort.

Internet-related:
1) Everyone. Go to thatguywiththeglasses.com. Watch the videos of my friend [livejournal.com profile] theborderpatrol a.k.a. the Nostalgia Chick. Proceed to laugh yourself silly. The Anastasia review is a particular favorite of mine (though I LOVE the one for Pocahontas. Oh...Pocahontas)

2)I...have so many things for the internet to finish writing/to think about writing. The deadline for [livejournal.com profile] thingsunwritten is nigh, and I need to finish my story about two gladiators. I have a slew of tables and prompts to start, much less finish ([livejournal.com profile] thousandtables and [livejournal.com profile] ink_twist being the big two)--

And NaNoWriMo Cometh.

I've an idea, but I've never down well with NaNo on even numbered years. I think I have a good idea for it this year, but...*sigh*


Other than that, my life is unexciting.
PIMPAGE!!!


[livejournal.com profile] cosmicwaffles' fic exchange idea got enough people, so she made a comm for it, and rules and whatnot. The comm is [livejournal.com profile] thingsunwritten.

In short: it's an original fic exchange that lasts from Jan. 29th to Feb. 28th. Plenty of time to write an original story. :) This exchange has a minimum word count of 1000. There is no maximum.

Requests of what you will write, and what you want to receive need to be in by January 27th. Assignments will be handed out by the 29th of January. Stories will be due by February 28th 10:00 EST. They will be able to be posted here to this community on the 29th.


...And on that note, the more the merry, so get your ass over there!! :D

*thinks about what she wants to request*
Meme stolen from [livejournal.com profile] zekkass

Rules:

1. Clear your schedule for two minutes.
3. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are book titles (selected at random from my shelves/desk/whatever's lying around).
4. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] - write.
5. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.

Note: you are on your honor here. Don't look under the cut tag until you're ready to start writing. Feel free to fix the spelling or tidy up the formatting before hitting reply, but the point is to see what people come up with in two minutes (i.e., no multi-chapter epic romances. ;))

Oh, and do post it in your own journal later, so's I can reciprociate. 'Cause this is fun! :D


And the prompts (that will probably inspire some noir or something) ARE!... )
ink_n_imp: (Ozma the Wise)
But I feel like posting, and by gum, I've nothing else to talk about. But first, a rather longish explanation as to why this post came to be.

Today was one of those glorious, late summer days that happen on occasion here on Long Island--the sun was shining, the sky was blue, everything was still green, and any other ridiculously sentimental dribble you can add to the above, by all means do!

I was meandering around the porch, only to discover that some of the figs on the fig tree had ripened! Now, I ADORE fresh figs; in fact I was of the habit of picking them for breakfast off of a tree on the NYU campus in Florence the semester I studied aboard. And if you might be of the mind to say "Silly Nella, why would you do that!"; rest assured I asked the president of the study aboard program if that was alright, to which he gave a wholehearted "YES!" It turns out NO ONE ate the figs off of that fig tree, and all those delicious figs would fall to the ground and rot away every year. And as I am cheap, figs make for a marvelous breakfast. Positively delicious, nothing like a freshly ripened fig. If you don't believe me, come to my house and try them for yourself.

So, I picked what I could, and ate what I could (saving some for the rest of the family, as one shouldn't be too greedy with figs) and meandered onward to find that there were ripened Concord grapes in the back of the yard as well! This has NEVER happened before--for years, I've stared all summer at the green, hard grapes in anticipation of what ripened Concord grapes might taste like to no avail--alas, they have always be snatched up by birds long before I could enjoy them in their dark purple glory.

But this year, there are GRAPES in the backyard, fully ripened Concord grapes. Now, I am aware that Concord grapes are usually only used for the making of juices and jellies, but I picked as many as I could and ate them as I walked about some more. I can honestly tell you to not eat the skins. They are bitter like beach plum skins (also in season now, and down by Long Beach to those who like to pick fruit in public parks), but the first tentative bite is wonderfully sweet. Even the gummy middle, that reminds one of tapioca pearls, is sour and delicious.

So, as I was eating fig and grape, the thought kept rolling through my mind that 'all was right in the world, the fig was on the vine'. And even though I KNEW that FIGS don't grow on VINES (DUH), I couldn't help repeating this ridiculous mantra to myself. It took me a while, but I finally realized that my brain was foolishly combining two of my loves; the Jeeves and Wooster stories by Wodehouse, and the American Revolution.

And if you don't understand how that could be, I've written this as the explanation, even if the punch line ended up FAR away from where I originally intended it to end. )
I'm getting quite weary of forgetting bits of plot/character/dialogue that I KNOW my brain once came up with, but that I can no longer recall. I've finally gotten into the habit of carrying pen and notebook with me where ever I go, but even that's not good enough; I need a gorram tape recorder or something. Or a pensieve. That would be the SHIT.

Like this, for example. I REALLY wish I remember the context I had cooked up for this wee bit of scene I wrote on a napkin and then transcribed into my notebook... )

Heading up to the library for a bit before Newman Club begins. I've decided to rip the band-aid off and return all of my library books in one fell swoop. Well, nearly all of them, I still want to peruse the one about James Wilson. But the others are going, I swear it! And I'm not even going to go looking for new ones, honest! I will resist the siren call of the stacks, scout's honor!

Love for my new icon...OH BOB. ^_^

*seriously hopes to get a second season of Dresden Files*


EDIT: And WOW...a Harry Potter theory that sort of fills me with glee at the thought. It'll never happen, but it still tickles my fancy. And besides, it's all centered around SOCKS!

Ron=Dumbledore?!
And once again, I find myself procrasti-fucking myself.

Hey Erin, remember when we had to write poetry to appease the Kunst? )

God damn that woman made me loathe all things poetical.

EDIT 3 AM: OMG IAN'S BACK FROM Kazakhstan!!!! MY SUGARDADDY WITHOUT SUGAR IS BACK!!!!!

Friday night. Thai food and Upright Citizen's Brigade. Sharing of Traveling Abroad war stories...

Oizys (2:49:12 AM): well can we plan to meet at the theater at say 8, eat, see show on Friday?
Oizys (2:49:16 AM): what do you say?
tomfooltook28 (2:49:29 AM): if 8's enough time, sure
Oizys (2:50:03 AM): cool you are now bound by the demon hand of kasiltha to this plan
Oizys (2:50:17 AM): wahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oizys (2:50:21 AM): ehm
Oizys (2:50:23 AM): yes
Oizys (2:50:26 AM): well....
Oizys (2:50:29 AM): till then
tomfooltook28 (2:50:35 AM): alright, but tell that demon hand to keep to himself
Oizys (2:51:01 AM): he'll be polite, no hankey pankey
tomfooltook28 (2:51:01 AM): stay at the equator in the least...if he goes to far south OR north there will be a reckoning
Oizys (2:51:25 AM): damn you women and you duel private areas!
tomfooltook28 (2:51:31 AM): MWHAHAHAH!!!

...God I've missed that boy something fierce.
So, I'm trying to write this dialogue between two guys: one's annoyed and wants to be left alone, the other's bored and wants to do something, and a touchy subject has just come up, and I donno if it's just me, but I feel like I'm writing some major slash here. One of them is starting to sound like the jilted lover and the other like the oblivious male.

DAMN YOU INTERNET!!! CURSE YOU FANFICTION!!! I CAN'T EVEN ATTEMPT TO WRITE TWO NORMAL GUYS TALKING WITHOUT THINKING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THAT IT'S JUST A PLOT DEVICE TO GET TO TEH BUTT!SEX!!!!!

...Oh man, methinks less livejournal is in order.



EDIT 1:30 am:

Holy shit, it was in my head and I couldn't do anything about it but draw it. Wyatt...I'm so very very sorry. I feel like I've somehow defiled our brainchild, but...I could not resist! Behold, and be...disturbed.


Yea.  part one. Yea. part one.

I blame the internet. Unless you're Wyatt or Dan, you aren't going to get the inside joke.
part deux, or the bottom of the pic part deux, or the bottom of the pic

And, here's the bottom, and a depiction of how this all came to be.

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