Current events in the life of the Sickle:
1) I'm sick. This sucketh muchly. Yesterday, it felt like I had a squirming amphibian flopping around in my throat. Last night, I must've won the Rolling-In-Bed Marathon - I doubt I slept. And today, finally, it's the joy of an achey head, off body temperature and swallowing of the ever-present wire cotton ball in my throat. Yays.
2) I've printed and bound 6 copies of my paper, which let me tell you, massive amounts of paper. They're all nicely bound - by moi - and left on the desks of appropriate people. The librarian, Edith, is an absolute darling, teaching me how to use the binding machine ("This is the lever, these are the slots, and now you just put the paper into the spiral.") and how many hard copies I actually need to make, and who needs them. Lovely lady.
3) Talked to Mamaji and Brother yesterday, and got only positive response over the possible internship in Amboselia NP. So I think it's a go, then. I'll email the prof - I have a meeting mid-July, but might as well. And then, sooner than I care to think - but still far off in the future - you'll be looking forward to a 3-4 month absence from yours truly as I galavant around the African savanna after radio-collared lions. Ah, good times.
( 3b: Getting hung-up-on isn't cool. )
4) Watching Spain/Russia tonight with Elisa. Whoot!
5) Got 875 words down of The Balloonist's Wife and the muse still ain't dead! Double-whoot!
ETA: Volunteers for a beta? Anyone?
6) Internet at home is un-cooperative. No whoot whatsoever.
I have a little peeve running about today. On a whim, and because Mom gives me a load of makeup gift samples, I decided to try my hand at eyeshadow. Nothing too drastic, just a shade darker and one lighter than my own skin, very natural-like. I added this to my usual mascara, and decided, hell, might as well put on some blush and a bit of lipgloss. No biggie, right? There I am, very neutral and natural makeup and summer dress. Nothing to gossip about.
Well, apparently it was a big deal, to my roommate, at least. She was all, "Oh, you're so dressed up!" (Summer dress = dressed up = wtf?) "And the makeup!" Yeah, well, just trying something out... "But you don't need it. You look fine without it."
And that's when the peeve was born. I don't wear make-up because I need it. ( Read more... )
Meme: ( Commonly-Confused Words, or How Good is Your English? )
Links of the Day:
Tim Minear's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress Screenplay based on RHeinlein's novel
rusty_halo discusses Doctor Who: Turn Left
arib's speculation on a Doctor Who: Turn Left plotpoint - It's TARDIS!speak! for OMGWTFBBQ!
sage_theory discusses Nine and Ten of Doctor Who - Or rather, their actors.
JsyGirl's Doctor Who/Firefly Crossover Fanfic: Fireflies in the Storm - River meets the Doctor and Martha while the ship is dirtside on Persephone to refuel and arrange a new job. Craziness and drama ensue.
Rodeo Injuries and Casualties: The Animals also Get Hurt
* Firefly: Ariel
1) I'm sick. This sucketh muchly. Yesterday, it felt like I had a squirming amphibian flopping around in my throat. Last night, I must've won the Rolling-In-Bed Marathon - I doubt I slept. And today, finally, it's the joy of an achey head, off body temperature and swallowing of the ever-present wire cotton ball in my throat. Yays.
2) I've printed and bound 6 copies of my paper, which let me tell you, massive amounts of paper. They're all nicely bound - by moi - and left on the desks of appropriate people. The librarian, Edith, is an absolute darling, teaching me how to use the binding machine ("This is the lever, these are the slots, and now you just put the paper into the spiral.") and how many hard copies I actually need to make, and who needs them. Lovely lady.
3) Talked to Mamaji and Brother yesterday, and got only positive response over the possible internship in Amboselia NP. So I think it's a go, then. I'll email the prof - I have a meeting mid-July, but might as well. And then, sooner than I care to think - but still far off in the future - you'll be looking forward to a 3-4 month absence from yours truly as I galavant around the African savanna after radio-collared lions. Ah, good times.
( 3b: Getting hung-up-on isn't cool. )
4) Watching Spain/Russia tonight with Elisa. Whoot!
5) Got 875 words down of The Balloonist's Wife and the muse still ain't dead! Double-whoot!
ETA: Volunteers for a beta? Anyone?
6) Internet at home is un-cooperative. No whoot whatsoever.
I have a little peeve running about today. On a whim, and because Mom gives me a load of makeup gift samples, I decided to try my hand at eyeshadow. Nothing too drastic, just a shade darker and one lighter than my own skin, very natural-like. I added this to my usual mascara, and decided, hell, might as well put on some blush and a bit of lipgloss. No biggie, right? There I am, very neutral and natural makeup and summer dress. Nothing to gossip about.
Well, apparently it was a big deal, to my roommate, at least. She was all, "Oh, you're so dressed up!" (Summer dress = dressed up = wtf?) "And the makeup!" Yeah, well, just trying something out... "But you don't need it. You look fine without it."
And that's when the peeve was born. I don't wear make-up because I need it. ( Read more... )
Meme: ( Commonly-Confused Words, or How Good is Your English? )
Links of the Day:
Tim Minear's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress Screenplay based on RHeinlein's novel
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JsyGirl's Doctor Who/Firefly Crossover Fanfic: Fireflies in the Storm - River meets the Doctor and Martha while the ship is dirtside on Persephone to refuel and arrange a new job. Craziness and drama ensue.
Rodeo Injuries and Casualties: The Animals also Get Hurt
* Firefly: Ariel