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Thursday, September 18th, 2003
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Friday, August 22nd, 2003
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| Subject: | <3 |
| Time: | 3:34 am. |
| Mood: | awakey. | | Music: | coughing post chainsmoking thru joyously long conversation. |
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I've just come off a long and disturbingly sweet (in a decidedly evil fashion) phonecall with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) petulans. I was out on the back yard while we talked so I could smoke at my leisure, and did. I'm now back in my ACd room and freezing, but I had to sit down and tell you ALL about it. Yes, I'm aware it's 2:36 am, thank you.
After lobbing and parrying so many nice comments about each other, we ought to feel pretty damn good about ourselves for some time to come. You, beloved LJ friends, reap the benefits, in the form of a post from moi. No no, don't rush to thank him!
It's been brought to my attention I did not post about my birthday. Well, other than the world ending, not much happened that day, but here it goes, for your delectation:
I was on the phone with a friend who had called to Happy 30th me (the little bastard!) at work when the lights went out, so I promptly hung up, as civil servants will jump at any and all opportunities to leave their workplace. The blackout was just too good to pass up. Amid screams of "OMG, terrorists! I'm going home!" I ambled over to the lunchroom, grabbed a donut and went to ask my boss, "OK, what now?" She shrugged in true Zacharias fashion, and told me I could go home if I wanted to. So I did. Only not, you see, cause there were no traffic lights on, and driving was even worse than the hell it normally is. When 2 hours reaching dazzling speeds of 5mph only got me as far as White Plains, (usually a 17 minute drive) I gave up and went to a friend's house instead, and settled in to wait for someone to come into the building, as, of course, the buzzer was not working, and she apparently could not hear my screams from the street to come down and OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!
Random sexy guy+dog eventually showed up, and after asking me if I was a terrorist (the guy did, the dog just panted and looked at my leg longingly) and satisfied when I said I was, let me in. I came up, my friend did hear the pounding on her door, and all was well. Not that at this point I could not have used her not opening the door as an excuse to see if sexy guy would let me crash with him, but we take what we can get.
She asked how I was doing, I volleyed back "who's the hot guy who lives downstairs?" and we made up her couch as she told me all she knew about him. Eventually, we decided we ought to go out and see about getting batteries, candles as so on, and ended up getting a cheap little radio, speakers for it and loads of free icecream as well. Instead of going back to the apartment, we decided to sit outside the building and enjoy our melting treats. She stuffed a large drippy candle in the middle of my icecream bowl, and sang the appropriate tune. Who would come by in the middle of such orgiastic celebration, but Hot Guy (minus the dog, now) with assorted Not-So-Hot-Friends. They decided our party was too good to miss, and joined in the singing. And then stayed.
Hours later found us all still talking by candlelight, having no clue as to what time it was and listening to the radio. Hot Guy became Rob, and showed he might be eye-candy but had little else in terms of appeal, as he was as much fun as the goop in the bottom of my bowl. Still, he was quite good at the eye-candy thing, so I found it in my heart to just admire him and pretend he was not talking. I'm nice that way. (Greg, shut up)
At some point we all agreed that it did not look like we'd have WWIII as an excuse to miss work the following day, so we went back to our respective apartments and drifted off to sleep. Thus ended my birthday. True, before this there had been balloons and cake in the courtroom, several phonecalls and a delivery of flowers at work, but all that is pretty ordinary, so you don't get to hear the minute details. To wrap up, it was unexpectedly nice, I met new people, I got icecream and good conversation, and the friends who were supposed to celebrate with me just met me the following evening, which also worked out nicely as it was Friday, and we managed to t00b into the wee hours of Saturday morning.
I still owe thanks to those of you who posted here about my birthday, as my onlineness has been just as sketchy lately as has become expected of me. So, huge glompy thanks go to black_dog, sarahtales, altricial, rhiannon333 and quiridion. Sorry it took so long to write this, but I've been mentally thanking you all this while!
And with that, I'm off to bed again. Oh, about the phonecall, you ask? Well, wouldn't you want to know... evil works better shrouded in mystery.
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Comments: Read 5 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, August 10th, 2003
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| Subject: | Hmmm? |
| Time: | 11:11 pm. |
| Mood: | tasty. | | Music: | Misteeq (sp?) - Scandalous (and I'm in a dancing frame of mind too!). |
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Am sleepy, had great weekend, have wonderfully sick ideas to put on paper, life is good.
Saw this on petulans' LJ, had to, had to, had to post my own result:
Off to bed now for nap, will be back online later tonight. Been missing you all horribly, but it's all my fault for having a demanding RL (not really complaining, just need to learn to do without sleep and everything will be OK). And for you, feeling so unloved out there... what am I, chopped liver? You know I adore you!
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Comments: Read 10 or Add Your Own.
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First, thanks so much to all of you who sent me lovely messages and good wishes last night, you don't know how much I appreciate it! <3333333333333
And now for the update: I'm back home (my roommate was a w00bie who went to pick up my car for me so I wouldn't have to wait an extra day to get it back from the shop) and I was finally able to call my family and get fresh news and a better idea of the situation. My grandpa is in the coronary unit of intensive care, they are trying to stabilize him enough to put in the pacemaker, but in general, he's doing as well as can be expected. The tricky bit is his diabetes on top of his age, but he's always done things his way, and I know he's not going to let this beat him. I couldn't talk to him, as visiting hours were over and he has no direct line at the ICU, but I left him messages with my mother and brother, and will call again tomorrow. I feel much, much better now. Whew!
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Comments: Read 4 or Add Your Own.
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I am not home, I am tired, I had a generally Godawful day, starting with my car in the shop again, being late for work cause there was an oil spill on the bridge and the bus was almost an hour delayed, and following with an absolutely drunk litigant puking all over the place, one death threat (from one of the lovely people in lockup, par for the course), and no time for lunch cause the other interpreter, who has seniority over me, decided she had to leave early to get her nails done.
I had time to come to my friend's house and have a nice cleansing shower, and I thought the worst was over. Then I checked email, and it turns out my grandfather had a heart attack, and will have a pacemaker put in tomorrow morning. Of course, my mother was trying to call me all day to let me know, but since I was not at my usual courthouse she could not locate me and she is now pissed at me on top of everything else. I'd love to talk to my grandpa, but my friend has her long distance cut off, so that is out. I really hope everything will be OK. He's in good hands, but he's also 91 years old, and I hate that I can't at least call him and tell him I love him before his surgery.
I should never have got out of bed this morning.
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Comments: Read 30 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 2:38 am. |
| Mood: |  lethargic. |
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Have just come out of extended post-Nimbus shower. Boobs still intensely glittery, in spite of much scrubbing. Will post more coherently tomorrow, if shiny cleavage does not distract me unduly. Had much fun, miss you all already, first night in a week sleeping by myself again will suck, I'm sure. Wah!
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Comments: Read 7 or Add Your Own.
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...is it that there is no emphasis in teaching people to properly use, spell and understnd the way their own language works? Why is it that people with maybe good plot ideas, so dismally fail to be able to do them justice, simply because they make such a jumble of expressing them? Why must I read about characters I love who have bad memories berried deep in their minds, who get socked when it rains, who were their clothes?
I assume that people who write are people who read. I'm probably wrong, since I can't imagine anyone who has ever spent any amount of time enjoying a good book would be so damn oblivious to the importance of properly expressing what they are trying to convey. Doesn't good writing just filter into their minds? Don't they learn anything by reading the work of people with good command of the language?
And then there is the total, utter failure of some to make any sense, which comes through in horrifyingly funny bad fic, and in absolutely inane reviews, of which I've complained in the past and which now seem to be plaguing the brilliant petulans. Much love goes to him, and hopefully some insightful reviews will follow.
Sorry, don't expect some sort of conclusion to this rant. I'm really wondering, more than a bit annoyed at the entire education system, and I'm now going to Armchair to soothe my wounded sensibilities. So there.
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Comments: Read 7 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, June 25th, 2003
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Now, take me and what follows lightly: these are the words of someone who not only has not finished reading OotP, but who has been away from the fandom for over a month, does not watch TV at all and rarely reads newspapers, so I am entirely in the dark as to much of what has been discussed, spoiled, or generally lobbed about lately regarding the new developments Book 5 brought about.
However... I did read vanityfair's supremely articulate and unsurprisingly brilliant essay (some would say rant, I disagree) about H/D, canon, and where we go from here. And I could not stop myself from putting in my two cents, more for the sake of going back one day to read what I thought, than for the sake of anyone else reading this at all. I don't think anyone reads this LJ anymore, which is my fault entirely for being so distanced from all of you for such a long while.
I have always said H/D is not canon. Not as a romantic relationship or a sexual one, in any case. At the same time, it is entirely undeniable that there is a link between those two. Be it as bully/hero, antithesis of each other, or in whatever capacity, we know that Draco will continue to be a thorn in Harry's side throughout the books. As much of a constant as Ron and Hermione, we know Draco will not fade into the background, not in the narrative, and not in Harry's mind. As such, H/D is canon, if not in the way we would choose to read it.
And in any case, it has always been fun to take these characters we love --for whatever reasons, and with whatever provisos each of us has set for our devotion-- and see how far we can stretch their limits, expand their horizons, and rise to the plate in creating fanfiction that is true to them while putting them in situations their creator has not.
As for the mostly unchanging level of petty evil Malfoy displays... Personally, I don't love Draco (or Lucius, for that matter) because I see them as misunderstood, or for any capacity for redemption I sense in them. On the contrary, I find them so objectionable that they are always interesting, in an amusing way. What depths of obdurate malice will they sink to next? What new petty plot will they come up with? I love them in all their nastiness, which to me, amounts to the truest love possible. You know nothing good will come of it, but you still love them unconditionally.
So let them stay evil. Let Harry and Draco never get along. Let them keep throwing mostly harmless jinxes at each other until the cows come home. And most of all, let people say H/D is dead. The best fics I ever read are those that come out of left field and work with all the antagonism, to shift it and somehow make us believe that these two enemies might at some point see that if they are going to be in each other's thoughts all the time, they might as well figure out what keeps binding them together. Let them.
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Comments: Read 4 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, June 18th, 2003
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Ok, got only a few minutes, as I'm on a borrowed 'puter. Just wanted to update you a bit, cause I know some of you have been trying to reach me. I will have DSL all good to go as of Monday, June 23, or so the phone company tells me. Of course, it's not the first time they fumble with the dates, so I'm not exactly holding my breath.
Until I catch up with this century and get wired again, you can reach me at 914-813-5556 (that's my work number, but what the hell?) or at VBERMU@courts.state.ny (I believe that's it... but I forgot to write it down, and well, you know how that goes).
I miss you, and want to get back in touch with you all! Dammit, I'm a mod now, and have yet to even be around when someone is just begging for a thwapping. Life is not fair. Long live The Armchair (even if it is without me)!
Also, huge apologies to all those to whom I owe answers, posts back, and so on, but it won't happen until I'm on my own connection, as my inboxes are crammed, and I can barely read it all, much less answer. Loff and hugs, will be back shortly! :-*
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Hi, people. It’s not actually lady_morsmordre here, it’s petulans. Nope, I’m not suffering from an identity crisis and haven’t killed our dear, though often absent w00blet in a plan to live vicariously through her LJ, she asked me to pass on a message that the phone company have cut her off in a last-ditch attempt to save us from the evil that is LadyM because they’re unable to work out what the date is and decided that she obviously wouldn’t mind being cut off from the outside world before she moves.
Thanks to various issues and pressures of my own I’ve been criminally late in getting her message, which was sent a few days ago. Sorry to have left you guys hanging like this – my fault entirely, so bring the red-hot pokers over to me and leave LadyM alone.
She’ll be back sometime this week, hopefully. She also asked me to let vanityfair know that this is why she hasn’t responded about the Armchair modding, tell those at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) godricshollow that she’ll be a bit behind and apologise to everyone about not being at last night’s Armchair party, however, as I’m a really, really nasty person I’m not going to!
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Comments: Read 3 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 7:20 pm. |
| Mood: |  accomplished. | | Music: | Matchbox 20 -- Unwell. |
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Found a place to move to! Yay! (I tried to post tis earlier, but LJ looked upon me with disfavor)
And now, for something completely... random. For earthquake1906 (whose birthday I missed yesterday) and black_dog because I can.
( There -- a sequel to Almost )
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Comments: Read 12 or Add Your Own.
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I felt it was necessary to make this statement, since I haven't posted here in over a month. Still, most of you know everything that is going on, and I just can't cope. Mordor is too long a commute even for me, but I'm off to... someplace. I'll let you know where once I land, hopefully on my feet.
On a related note, I need to find someplace to move to within the next couple of days, as I need to leave my apartment before the end of the month (yeah, I know, about a week away) and I still haven't found anywhere to move to. Can I get web hookup for my car? It seems like the likeliest place for me to end up.
Bleh!
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Comments: Read 3 or Add Your Own.
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Happy Easter, everyone!
Yup, I'm still just as busy, just as harried and just as insanely away from home as I have been for the last month and a half, so, I'm sorry I have barely had time to check on you guys, see how you are doing, or comment on your LJs. I hope things will go back to normal soon... though I doubt it.
In any case, I had a few minutes today, and took the Purity Test to see what areas I need to work on to polish my pervery and degeneration. Unfortunately, too many questions deal with urination or excreta in general, and I doubt I can be persuaded to mess with that stuff. Oh, well, I'll have to settle for a mediocre score.
Love you all, as always, and miss you terribly! :-*
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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
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Car trouble again has me stranded in White Plains tonight. Thank god for a friend who put me up for the night and will let me use her car tomorrow, or I'd be about as homeless as I was a few weeks ago, minus the hotel! Oh, the joys of single-vehicle ownership...
I'm figuring I will be home tomorrow night, if the mechanical fates favor me more than they have lately. I count on you guys to cross your fingers for me! :-*
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Comments: Read 7 or Add Your Own.
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Sometime this week, the latest chapter in the big debacle that is my one Schnoogle fic was posted. I won't link to it because anyone who reads this would be considered a friend of mine and I don't inflict bad writing on people I like, but it has garnered reviews such as "Interesting, but good," and other immortal phrases like that. I'm of the school of thought that applies a negative coonotation to the use of "but." So, should I think that it being interesting (which it isn't) is a bad thing? Should it be even duller? Should I be grateful I'm getting any reviews at all, in spite of the inanity and seeming nonsense of such?
Wise friends, enlighten me!
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Comments: Read 13 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 10:31 am. |
| Mood: | sheepish. |
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Happy birthday, starflowers!!!
Lotsa loff, and if you are very lucky (about as lucky as you've been patient...) you might finally get your new fic back from me, betaed! :p
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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Just a brief post to say, Donation is good for the soul.
Oh, yes, and I will be available today, at Armchair, Y!M, email, and all that good stuff. Oh, I've missed you all!
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Comments: Read 1 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
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…I'm back home! Oh, has it been a bad week or what? Not only did I find out this morning the car's warranty had expired so I had to pay for the new transmission out of my own pocket, but when I got back home, I found a message from my landlady, cause in spite of all the cleaning and fixing I did in the kitchen after my little fire in December she noticed a few ceiling tiles are a bit smoky still, and that will come out of my deposit.
Not happy with all this, I now have little over two weeks to find a new home, and the one roughly acceptable apartment I saw last week has already been rented out. I start my new job tomorrow, with an Odyssey-sized commute, so I will barely have time to look for a place at all on weekdays.
Top all this with finally discovering the depth of bitter resentment my ex-husband has for me, and the fact that the funds I had for my move and a deposit on my new place have been sorely reduced, and you'll see I'm not exaggerating when I say I have had a pretty poor week.
Thank God (in spite of my atheism) for you guys, especially moonlight69 for calling me at the hotel and cheering me up, franzeska for translating my mother's post in my LJ, aegeus for being his sweet t00by self, assorted Armchairers for the encouragement they sent through my beloved Jess, and of course, petulans, for giving me a reason to live with his Nasalley project. Once again, the fandom is the loveliest place I know. Yup.
Edit: the first person to say anything inane like "at least you have your health," gets it. Thank you.
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Comments: Read 20 or Add Your Own.
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Soy la mamá de Lady Morsmordre, ella tuvo un problema con el automóvil y se encuentra lejos de la casa en un hotel, ya que su automóvil se averió y no tiene forma de regresar. Piden si alguien se puede comunicar con ella que se encuentra en el hotel Days Inn en el número 845-564-7550 extensión 241. Agradezco a quien pueda traducir al inglés este mensaje, ya que soy argentina y no me manejo con este idioma. Atte. Elena
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Comments: Read 5 or Add Your Own.
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relieved.
aggravated.
indescribable.
drained.
numb.