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bending_sickleYup, still seriously fucked-up internet at home, so I'm at the ol'computer lab. I have a few pages of "what I would have posted had I only had internet"** I won't post all of it, 'cause some bits I'm still fidgetting over whether they're TMI (in the "too personal", not "ick" sense). But here's a bit of what's been going on.
[5: 51 pm] Saturday, May 31, 2008 – Leiden
The easiest things are so hard. – The Bravery, "Unconditional"
I’m typing this out rather than writing it in my diary – or rather than working or going out or doing anything else – because I’m bored to tears and disappointed because my one social plan for tonight fell through with a splash and my head aches ‘cause the atmospheric pressure’s stupid again. Also, I haven’t had internet in days and I’m starting to feel the withdrawal. I’ve got “Cathedrals” by Jump, Little Children on repeat. I really like it, especially because the chorus just sways so well.
Did I mention I was bored?
Yesterday I went over to Elisa’s. The plan was to chat whilst Lost’s finale downloaded, and then watch that. The reality is that 6 hours after starting, the download was barely at 33%. Instead we watched Blink and The Doctor’s Daughter whilst munching on a pizza, so that was Elisa’s initiation into Doctor Who. Prior, we chatted with Laura while she waited for a revised ETA from her boy. Oh, and she showed me the new Weazer video with famous YouTubers (but not Mr Safety) and I showed her Charlie the Unicorn Part 2 and the Misheard Lyrics series. We laughed. I’ve got the right temperature fish hat a ewe from the storm. Angola!
The other shitty thing about not having internet – apart from not being able to call folks or LJ – is that I can’t have the computer working on getting Lost into its bowels. I’m going over to Elisa’s tomorrow again (Ghost Whisperer and Medium night) and will take the ‘top to leech off her wireless. I can only hope the download actually gets done. But what do I do now, pray?
I could fill up an entire wing in the L-Space Library with the amount of stories I’ve thought up and never written (yet). I can’t say I don’t write because I don’t have time, ‘cause here I am being all no-writey. And it’s not that I’m at a lack for ideas – quite the opposite. I just suck at the follow-through. I get the vague idea in my head alright, but actually strapping it down into a chair and prodding it with various sharp implements until it tells me just how it ticks… I can’t seem to do that to poor ickle ideas.
Likewise with the fanvideo ideas. I actually tried working on one this time, but made little progress apart from narrowing down with basic “moments” I want to use. But since I don’t have the song – or rather, I do have the song, but it’s on my iPod and there’s no way of getting it onto the computer – I can’t really work on it. Having the internet would solve all of that.
Right now all I can think is that I was supposed to be enjoying a nice cuppa and chat right about now and I’ve been canceled and le suck. Except my thoughts may be even less coherent than what I’ve just written. Also, my head, it aches.
[11:10 pm]
I’ve just done a quick run-through of my streetdance routine – the first dance, ‘cause now we’re learning a second – and apart from what may or may not be a gap in my memory, it’s all good. I ought to tape it for you guys some day. (I tried drawing the steps, but even I got confused, so that’s not going to work.)
I’m more than a bit hungry, and there’s really nothing I can do about it. (Unless I want to snarf down a whole chorizo or something like that, I mean.) Today’s meals include 1) half a grapefruit, milk, and a slice of toast with jam, 2) a serving of kibbeling (fried fish bits) with sauce – the Dutch answer to England’s fish ‘n’ chips, 3) a Spanish torta de anís and hibiscus tea, and 4) a slice of paté and the other half of the grapefruit. Needless to say, I’m fantasizing about food.
I really suck at buying it. I’d meant to buy a bit at the market, like bread and veggies, but I was wearing new shoes (translation: torture chambers) and it was cold and I was blah. So now there’s no food at all. Breakfast is going to be interesting. (And the horrible thing is that I now weight more than I have all year. I was so psyched at finally going down a bit – mom even said I looked great. And then we went to the land ofmilk and honey waffles and chocolate. Oy vey. And the not-eating seems to do nothing.) The grocery situation is this dire because my account’s barely got enough to cover the rent. (I do have a second stash but it’s the sort where they charge you to give you money.) Soon, my precious, we will have food in the house.
I’m still desperately bored and there’s still no internet. I’ve got Ace of Base on the random player. Today has been a sucktastic day. (It would’ve been ok had Leslie not cancelled our coffee due to illness. Boo.)
[10:39 am] Sunday, June 01, 2008 – Leiden
I’ve gotten good at chasing shadows. – Tom Langford, "Nothing Ever Was"
Breakfast is a mug of rooibos tea with milk. I might get out of the house and buy a pastry. Internet showed up, long enough for me to open up Firefox but not long enough for me to open my email. The gods are displeased with these shenanigans. That’s three days sans internet.
[7:54 pm] Monday, June 02, 2008 – Leiden
A homeless woman who sneaked into a man’s house and lived undetected in his closet... - The News
This woman lived in his closet for a year and was arrested after the man “because suspicious when food mysteriously began disappearing.” Were someone to try that in my house, they’d bloody well starve. (Sort of like I’m doing. Yay.)
Ugh. No internet again. And I closed Firefox windows last night, so I have nothing internety. Not even a meme. The woe! I’m now in bed with the radio on and re-experiencing exactly why I’ve sort of sworn off the radio these past years. (Although apparently Bo Diddly’s dead? My Dutch, not quite up to par.) Oh sweet god onna stick, fucking fog horns?!? The commercials are like a cheese-grater on my braaaaaaiiiiiiiiin. I’ve had just about enough of being patient with today’s long sessions at the computer lab – where people not so much work as play games and talk loudly and fail to be taken out and shot by Justice.
I sort of was going to talk about Lost, but I am le tired and I already said a few things in a comment to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qthewetsprocket which I’d like to expound on, if I can ever remember them. But, before I forget, wtf happened to Rose and Bernard? Are they fish-food or island-bound? Because some Losties must have been left on the island, what with Daniel’s "Sure I’m coming back for more peeps. What do you mean I’ve got a liar’s face?" Plus, Juliet was still there.
Oh Jules, why did you have to be nice and non-cut-throaty? You should’ve wrestled your way onto that raft first trip it took. (And then wrestled your way onto the chopper, or Daniel’s raft, or Daniel.) Oh well, since you’re still stuck on the island, have lots of sex with Sawyer, m’kay?
And Sayid? You gorgeous thing you. I was upset that you got to Keamey before Ben did, but since Keamy’s an immortal bastard - and gods it’s been ages since I’ve actually disliked a television character, so kudos to you, Keamy – he got to be killed twice! And yet, not sufficiently brutal. *pout*
Oh Benji, you poor dear! Although, damn you for that suit in the ending. Stop making me find you attractive! I don’t want to! But oh, I can’t rewatch that scene without going guh, and I feel so horrible about it.
As much as I like near all the characters, I’m coming up with almost no caring for Kate anymore. There’s just nothing there, man, the Well of Caring’s all dry. It’s dry for Charlotte too, though that’s just ‘cause she’s a cold bitch who hasn’t really done anything at all for ages. And Charlotte/Daniel squicks me, apparently. The Well of Caring is, however, overflowing for Sun. Oh sweet gods, that hurt to watch.
Man, I just got the crackiest of ideas… I’m convinced the person Kate says who’s “going to be wondering where she is” isn’t Aaron, because the kids a toddler and asleep. So who could be shacking up with Kate? I’ve got no clue, but I just got the wickedest and most surreal flash image of it being Ben – which yeah, doesn’t work ‘cause he scares the beejeezus out of Jack, who presumably knows who "he" is . But omg, the hilarious crack that is that idea. And so. Much. Mindfuck. ETA: Zomg! And when Jack's all, "Boo-hoo, Kate won't talk to me," Ben's all, "I can help out with that. I can haz plans! Muahaha!"
I was endlessly amused by drunk’n’high Jack, all head-lolling and word-slurring. I like watching Jack get the short end. I get that he’s the brains to Locke’s...belief-thingy, but the man’s got to listen to the Island. And Ben.
Everyone needs to listen to Ben. He’s like the Dash of Awesome in a Team Awesome recipe. But now he’s all lonesome renegade and it makes me sad. Good thing he’s got Sayid as along-distance relationship assassin. Oh, and Riiiiiichard. *eye-waggle* Ne’er Old Rick can get off the island any day of the week, so there’s no stopping him popping by to say hi. Although, man, awkward conversation much?
“So, how’s the island been since I left?”
“Good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Everything’s been working out real well. The crew took to the news of your break-up with Jacob like a flock of ducks to bread bits. Locke’s being a great CEO.”
“Really? ”
“Yup.”
“You came all this way to tell me that?”
“Alright, if you really want to know, Locke’s had us wandering about the jungle for ages, following Horace’s map – I mean, Horace! The man was a coke-head! – is all paranoid about your pet bunnies – don’t worry, I’m feeding them alright – and just won’t shut up about Taller Ghost Walt. Jacob’s getting jealous, I tell you.”
“So?”
“I’m not going to say it, Ben.”
“I never thought-“
“Please come back!”
“…Jacob’s going to have to do his own groveling.”
Imight will watch it again and will, methinks, jot down relevant ideas as they come to me. But now, Doctor Who and Steven Moffat. *rubs hands with pleasure*Oh, and yesterday was fucking awesome as far as socializing goes. (More on that when I’m not exhausted.) Being with folk makes for a happy and mentally-balanced Sickle. Who woulda thunk?
[10:17 pm]
“Hey! Who turned off the lights?” Eep! Airborne-piranha dark particles! Oh, I love it when the Doctor’s all confused and frustrated! And totally loving the time-travel consequences of a relationship, very The Time Traveller’s Wife.
So what did I do yesterday? (Well today I was social in that I chatted with Elise and then flat-mate Laura.) Yesterday I talked for ages with Leslie whilst high on caffeine and coffee-bean-shaped chocolate. Hello, bouncy Sickle. We talked about Lost (I’m getting damn good at doing a season or series recap), politics, linguistics, film, and loads and loads. Oh, and she was shocked that at my age I was still eligible for unicorn-taming. Then pasta salad supper with the other Laura, Elisa and Wulan, followed by an incredibly lengthy discussion on the evolutionary advantages and origin of humour. Wowza, was that a good discussion. The, of course, Medium (I would totally marry if I found me a man like that) and Lost. Le squee, it was had.
Links of the Day:
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wtf_nature links to The Five Most Horrifying Bugs in the World and proof that Macho-Man Innitiation Ceremonies serve only to glorify stupidity of the Darwin Awards level. Whyyyyyy?!?
Michael Emerson radio interview
wtf_nature brings us the End of Days, c/o insects. The gods have abandoned us! (wtf’s comments are awesome
Are You Smarter than a Hyena? by Brian Switek (About how social behaviour in spotted hyenas may have resulted in intelligence similar to primates.)
Crucial important of pack size in the African wild dog Lycaon pictus by F. Courchamp and D.W.MacDonald, or “Why am I working on my project when it’s already been done professionally?”
Kink-prompt post of win, linking directly to “Steven Moffat/Lawrence Miles, D/S. Neil Gaiman watches.” I love fandom.
Japanese homeless woman lives secretly in man’s closet for a year. Only in Japan…
Laurence Miles’ wank post on Steven Moffat or “I’m not bitter at all, honest.” (The manips and quotes on the side are hilarious.)
Ruth’s Fanfic: Rupert Giles Tells Lies
CCleaner: freeware system optimization and privacy tool. “It removes unused files from your system - allowing Windows to run faster and freeing up valuable hard disk space. It also cleans traces of your online activities such as your Internet history.”
culf’s Icons: JSimm in The Locksmith, off qthewetsprocket’s screencaps.
meegat, on henrygalelovers (don’t judge me!) posts Micahel Emerson’s part in Sky One's "Lost: The Answers Are Here".
* G. K. Chesterton
** And at this point, I'm taken away for unjust cruelty and abuse of the word had. Poor thing.
[5: 51 pm] Saturday, May 31, 2008 – Leiden
The easiest things are so hard. – The Bravery, "Unconditional"
I’m typing this out rather than writing it in my diary – or rather than working or going out or doing anything else – because I’m bored to tears and disappointed because my one social plan for tonight fell through with a splash and my head aches ‘cause the atmospheric pressure’s stupid again. Also, I haven’t had internet in days and I’m starting to feel the withdrawal. I’ve got “Cathedrals” by Jump, Little Children on repeat. I really like it, especially because the chorus just sways so well.
Did I mention I was bored?
Yesterday I went over to Elisa’s. The plan was to chat whilst Lost’s finale downloaded, and then watch that. The reality is that 6 hours after starting, the download was barely at 33%. Instead we watched Blink and The Doctor’s Daughter whilst munching on a pizza, so that was Elisa’s initiation into Doctor Who. Prior, we chatted with Laura while she waited for a revised ETA from her boy. Oh, and she showed me the new Weazer video with famous YouTubers (but not Mr Safety) and I showed her Charlie the Unicorn Part 2 and the Misheard Lyrics series. We laughed. I’ve got the right temperature fish hat a ewe from the storm. Angola!
The other shitty thing about not having internet – apart from not being able to call folks or LJ – is that I can’t have the computer working on getting Lost into its bowels. I’m going over to Elisa’s tomorrow again (Ghost Whisperer and Medium night) and will take the ‘top to leech off her wireless. I can only hope the download actually gets done. But what do I do now, pray?
I could fill up an entire wing in the L-Space Library with the amount of stories I’ve thought up and never written (yet). I can’t say I don’t write because I don’t have time, ‘cause here I am being all no-writey. And it’s not that I’m at a lack for ideas – quite the opposite. I just suck at the follow-through. I get the vague idea in my head alright, but actually strapping it down into a chair and prodding it with various sharp implements until it tells me just how it ticks… I can’t seem to do that to poor ickle ideas.
Likewise with the fanvideo ideas. I actually tried working on one this time, but made little progress apart from narrowing down with basic “moments” I want to use. But since I don’t have the song – or rather, I do have the song, but it’s on my iPod and there’s no way of getting it onto the computer – I can’t really work on it. Having the internet would solve all of that.
Right now all I can think is that I was supposed to be enjoying a nice cuppa and chat right about now and I’ve been canceled and le suck. Except my thoughts may be even less coherent than what I’ve just written. Also, my head, it aches.
[11:10 pm]
I’ve just done a quick run-through of my streetdance routine – the first dance, ‘cause now we’re learning a second – and apart from what may or may not be a gap in my memory, it’s all good. I ought to tape it for you guys some day. (I tried drawing the steps, but even I got confused, so that’s not going to work.)
I’m more than a bit hungry, and there’s really nothing I can do about it. (Unless I want to snarf down a whole chorizo or something like that, I mean.) Today’s meals include 1) half a grapefruit, milk, and a slice of toast with jam, 2) a serving of kibbeling (fried fish bits) with sauce – the Dutch answer to England’s fish ‘n’ chips, 3) a Spanish torta de anís and hibiscus tea, and 4) a slice of paté and the other half of the grapefruit. Needless to say, I’m fantasizing about food.
I really suck at buying it. I’d meant to buy a bit at the market, like bread and veggies, but I was wearing new shoes (translation: torture chambers) and it was cold and I was blah. So now there’s no food at all. Breakfast is going to be interesting. (And the horrible thing is that I now weight more than I have all year. I was so psyched at finally going down a bit – mom even said I looked great. And then we went to the land of
I’m still desperately bored and there’s still no internet. I’ve got Ace of Base on the random player. Today has been a sucktastic day. (It would’ve been ok had Leslie not cancelled our coffee due to illness. Boo.)
[10:39 am] Sunday, June 01, 2008 – Leiden
I’ve gotten good at chasing shadows. – Tom Langford, "Nothing Ever Was"
Breakfast is a mug of rooibos tea with milk. I might get out of the house and buy a pastry. Internet showed up, long enough for me to open up Firefox but not long enough for me to open my email. The gods are displeased with these shenanigans. That’s three days sans internet.
[7:54 pm] Monday, June 02, 2008 – Leiden
A homeless woman who sneaked into a man’s house and lived undetected in his closet... - The News
This woman lived in his closet for a year and was arrested after the man “because suspicious when food mysteriously began disappearing.” Were someone to try that in my house, they’d bloody well starve. (Sort of like I’m doing. Yay.)
Ugh. No internet again. And I closed Firefox windows last night, so I have nothing internety. Not even a meme. The woe! I’m now in bed with the radio on and re-experiencing exactly why I’ve sort of sworn off the radio these past years. (Although apparently Bo Diddly’s dead? My Dutch, not quite up to par.) Oh sweet god onna stick, fucking fog horns?!? The commercials are like a cheese-grater on my braaaaaaiiiiiiiiin. I’ve had just about enough of being patient with today’s long sessions at the computer lab – where people not so much work as play games and talk loudly and fail to be taken out and shot by Justice.
I sort of was going to talk about Lost, but I am le tired and I already said a few things in a comment to
qthewetsprocket which I’d like to expound on, if I can ever remember them. But, before I forget, wtf happened to Rose and Bernard? Are they fish-food or island-bound? Because some Losties must have been left on the island, what with Daniel’s "Sure I’m coming back for more peeps. What do you mean I’ve got a liar’s face?" Plus, Juliet was still there. Oh Jules, why did you have to be nice and non-cut-throaty? You should’ve wrestled your way onto that raft first trip it took. (And then wrestled your way onto the chopper, or Daniel’s raft, or Daniel.) Oh well, since you’re still stuck on the island, have lots of sex with Sawyer, m’kay?
And Sayid? You gorgeous thing you. I was upset that you got to Keamey before Ben did, but since Keamy’s an immortal bastard - and gods it’s been ages since I’ve actually disliked a television character, so kudos to you, Keamy – he got to be killed twice! And yet, not sufficiently brutal. *pout*
Oh Benji, you poor dear! Although, damn you for that suit in the ending. Stop making me find you attractive! I don’t want to! But oh, I can’t rewatch that scene without going guh, and I feel so horrible about it.
As much as I like near all the characters, I’m coming up with almost no caring for Kate anymore. There’s just nothing there, man, the Well of Caring’s all dry. It’s dry for Charlotte too, though that’s just ‘cause she’s a cold bitch who hasn’t really done anything at all for ages. And Charlotte/Daniel squicks me, apparently. The Well of Caring is, however, overflowing for Sun. Oh sweet gods, that hurt to watch.
Man, I just got the crackiest of ideas… I’m convinced the person Kate says who’s “going to be wondering where she is” isn’t Aaron, because the kids a toddler and asleep. So who could be shacking up with Kate? I’ve got no clue, but I just got the wickedest and most surreal flash image of it being Ben – which yeah, doesn’t work ‘cause he scares the beejeezus out of Jack, who presumably knows who "he" is . But omg, the hilarious crack that is that idea. And so. Much. Mindfuck. ETA: Zomg! And when Jack's all, "Boo-hoo, Kate won't talk to me," Ben's all, "I can help out with that. I can haz plans! Muahaha!"
I was endlessly amused by drunk’n’high Jack, all head-lolling and word-slurring. I like watching Jack get the short end. I get that he’s the brains to Locke’s...belief-thingy, but the man’s got to listen to the Island. And Ben.
Everyone needs to listen to Ben. He’s like the Dash of Awesome in a Team Awesome recipe. But now he’s all lonesome renegade and it makes me sad. Good thing he’s got Sayid as a
“So, how’s the island been since I left?”
“Good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Everything’s been working out real well. The crew took to the news of your break-up with Jacob like a flock of ducks to bread bits. Locke’s being a great CEO.”
“Really? ”
“Yup.”
“You came all this way to tell me that?”
“Alright, if you really want to know, Locke’s had us wandering about the jungle for ages, following Horace’s map – I mean, Horace! The man was a coke-head! – is all paranoid about your pet bunnies – don’t worry, I’m feeding them alright – and just won’t shut up about Taller Ghost Walt. Jacob’s getting jealous, I tell you.”
“So?”
“I’m not going to say it, Ben.”
“I never thought-“
“Please come back!”
“…Jacob’s going to have to do his own groveling.”
I
[10:17 pm]
“Hey! Who turned off the lights?” Eep! Airborne-piranha dark particles! Oh, I love it when the Doctor’s all confused and frustrated! And totally loving the time-travel consequences of a relationship, very The Time Traveller’s Wife.
So what did I do yesterday? (Well today I was social in that I chatted with Elise and then flat-mate Laura.) Yesterday I talked for ages with Leslie whilst high on caffeine and coffee-bean-shaped chocolate. Hello, bouncy Sickle. We talked about Lost (I’m getting damn good at doing a season or series recap), politics, linguistics, film, and loads and loads. Oh, and she was shocked that at my age I was still eligible for unicorn-taming. Then pasta salad supper with the other Laura, Elisa and Wulan, followed by an incredibly lengthy discussion on the evolutionary advantages and origin of humour. Wowza, was that a good discussion. The, of course, Medium (I would totally marry if I found me a man like that) and Lost. Le squee, it was had.
Links of the Day:
wtf_nature links to The Five Most Horrifying Bugs in the World and proof that Macho-Man Innitiation Ceremonies serve only to glorify stupidity of the Darwin Awards level. Whyyyyyy?!?Michael Emerson radio interview
wtf_nature brings us the End of Days, c/o insects. The gods have abandoned us! (wtf’s comments are awesomeAre You Smarter than a Hyena? by Brian Switek (About how social behaviour in spotted hyenas may have resulted in intelligence similar to primates.)
Crucial important of pack size in the African wild dog Lycaon pictus by F. Courchamp and D.W.MacDonald, or “Why am I working on my project when it’s already been done professionally?”
Kink-prompt post of win, linking directly to “Steven Moffat/Lawrence Miles, D/S. Neil Gaiman watches.” I love fandom.
Japanese homeless woman lives secretly in man’s closet for a year. Only in Japan…
Laurence Miles’ wank post on Steven Moffat or “I’m not bitter at all, honest.” (The manips and quotes on the side are hilarious.)
Ruth’s Fanfic: Rupert Giles Tells Lies
CCleaner: freeware system optimization and privacy tool. “It removes unused files from your system - allowing Windows to run faster and freeing up valuable hard disk space. It also cleans traces of your online activities such as your Internet history.”
culf’s Icons: JSimm in The Locksmith, off qthewetsprocket’s screencaps.meegat, on henrygalelovers (don’t judge me!) posts Micahel Emerson’s part in Sky One's "Lost: The Answers Are Here".* G. K. Chesterton
** And at this point, I'm taken away for unjust cruelty and abuse of the word had. Poor thing.
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Date: 2008-06-03 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-03 08:17 pm (UTC)bo diddley has indeed passed away, as well as yves st laurent. crazy.
hope you've managed to find some yummy food by now!
xxx
kit-kat