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bending_sickle

the life and times, yo

phd fuckery

the lastest news, thanks to five thousand emails last week, is that the university is currently being run by monkeys, and that the monkeys are scared and confused because systems are changing. which is supposed to explain why no one is getting around to seeing my application.

also my supervisor deemed my project proposal insufficient due to fuckery and i can’t fix it due to the application already having been submitted five months ago so he’s going to try and fix it, which is nice

at this rate i am not going to be anywhere near the southern hemisphere this year

nanowrimo

due to the third bullet point above, it’s happening

it’s not going to be mercy and the servants of darkness and the wolf story because i don’t know how to put it together

it’s going to be self-indulgent bullshit with issues

i’m sorry i never got around to writing the time ‘verse novella

i should dedicate one nanowrimo sometime to writing modern au

parents

are leaving sometime in the first week of november

they’ll be back in february

if i’m still here by then i ~~die~~

i will not still be here by then

you know that feel when

you’re sitting with people

and you’re body is relaxed

and 98% of you is chilling

but the other 2% is ready to scream

i’m talking full on high-pitched rocking-like-a-hurricane take-me-to-bedlam screaming

and there’s a nugget deep inside you that’s vibrating

and you’re trying to not let it out

i’ve been like that these past two days

so that’s why i’m

going to barcelona tomorrow

even though i have to wake up early

and i’m freaking out a little about it

but i’m going to just walk the old haunts

be an independent adult for a day

maybe finally have a pumpkin spice latte

see what the fuss is about

(there are so many starbucks now)

(this is not cool)

if i were a different person i’d also find a sex toy shop

(instead i’ll probably wait another decade until i have income

and a credit card

and an address

and do it that way)

(because i keep saying i’ll go out and meet people and be swingin’ hip and all that

but let’s face it

not going to happen)

(forever alone etc.)

i have and haven’t been

accomplishing a lot of things i want to do

i wrote a prompt

but another prompt is drafted out

(but unwritten)

i did fanmix covers

but the anniversary mix is still undone

i have written a lot of RP porn tho

(highlight of the day tbh)

(i am now a person who RPs

and RPs porn at that)

(well i say RP but it’s like round robin too)

(idk what is is)

and i’m behind on all my shows

i haven’t been very nice to the meat basket of my awareness

(skin is fragile)

(and stupid)

a lot of hibernating has been a thing

(which means a lot of not doing anything)

(and feeling bad about it)

* John Waits, "Come On Up to the House"

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I was going to respond in bullet points, but I'm too lazy to figure it out, so we'll start here:
What? Of course I was going to do this. I'm a professional smartass. Mostly the ass part.

1) PhD Fuckery: Bogus. Bureaucracy wins again, human spirit crushed. Film at eleven. *hugs*

2) NaNoWriMo: Dammit, I cannot get a plot idea to work in my (admittedly failtastic) brain. I R SRS WRITER, HURR HURR. Even Smauglock Holmes can't save me now.

3) Parents...are taking a 3 month vacation? Wow. Party on. I think?

4) I have had that feel before. Also, mmmm, nuggets.

5) Dammit, I wish I could say "I think I'll go to Barcelona tomorrow BECAUSE IT'S RIGHT THERE" but instead I say "I think I'll go to New York City tomorrow because that's where I work every day of always." My version is not as cool as your version. I wish you could come by and visit here, we'd have a jolly good time out there, wot wot, but NYC is a bit of a hike from Barcelona. Why hasn't instantaneous teleportation been invented yet? This completely ruins our together chill time.

6) Let's pretend that I'm an old fuddy-duddy who's new to this Intertubez and you'll explain to me what RP porn is. I was trying to think who RP was and I thought Ron Paul but no one outside of the US knows him so then I thought RuPaul which was much funnier, but then I remembered you liked Richard Armitage but that doesn't work so maybe he's Richard Parmitage, which is like the original only made out of cheese, and at this point I decided to stop thinking further.

7) Hehehe, Richard Parmitage. That... that doesn't even make sense.

8) Umm, in summary, hugs, because you could use some, and because I like sharing. I'm nice that way. Sometimes.

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Those are other bullet points which disorganize things more than not... But as for html magic and bullet points, behold! (http://www.w3schools.com/html/html_lists.asp).

1) Film is only slightly different from the first few installments in this thrilling franchise of paperwork and sadness. (Monkeys, I say. Run by monkeys.)

2) If all else fails, give Sinon another adventure? Maybe the gods are actually The Old Ones and all hell breaks loose? Maybe he has to go undercover and learn how to tap dance. The possibilities are endless! (In only slightly related news, I'm currently reading David Wong's John Dies at the End (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Dies_at_the_End) - I can't confirm whether John dies at the end, but he does die in the second or third chapter so... - and feel the need to throw this book at you. Gently. But insistingly.)

3) Not so much vacation as "We must find a house to put our stuff in. And figure out Dad's retirement beurocracy. And stuff." But hey, it's a vacation for me! From them! Whoot!

4) ...and now I'm hungry. Damn you.

5) Barecelona was ok. Too much walking, but then I did have a chocolate-drowned waffle at the port, so that makes up for a lot. Oh, and I finally tried that unicorn of coffees, the "pumpkin spice latte" by people who claim to sell coffee, i.e. Starbucks. I don't see what all the fuss is about. It was sweet and had a dash of cinnamon, and maaaaaybe somewhere along the line a pumpkin glanced at it. Other spices were not available for comment as to whether or not they were in contact with the coffee.

Instantaneous teleportation, yes, but also that Star Trek food replicator. Because dude.

And let's not fret: I'll probably set foot somewhere near New York again. You can scare me with This is the ~Real~ NYC trips and whatnots.

(Oh and I've been meaning to link you this Samoan song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whSKWuqKuHw). This version is sung in Japanese because some Japanese anthropologist at one point thought it was cool and brought it back home and translated it. Or something.)

6) Come sit by the fire, Grandpa, and let the young'uns explain to you a thing. So RP is "role playing" (no ptarmigans involved unless you really want to be one). Think "Dungeons and Dragons" or historical reenactments. "Round robin" is when multiple authors take turns writing bits of a story.

So what I'm doing with a friend is we each take turns writing our character's actions, reactions, and dialogue. Then the friend replies with their own character's adventures (and we've done both strictly dialogue-with-stage-directions replies and actual-paragraph-of-proper-prose replies). And it goes back and forth. Except our characters ended up doing the do. Because that's just how we roll.

So it's like collaborative writing and each person is in charge of one character, and we don't discuss beforehand what's going to happen. Just, "Oh, oh so that's happened? Well, what if my character does this! Aha!"

*cuddles your old fuddy-duddy self*

(And sadly, I know who Ron Paul is. Although not too sadly, as I know him via The Daily Show.)

7) He's a were-ptarmigan. Wakes up on a bed strewn with feathers after a full moon, with a mouthful of berries. Terrible.

8) You are always nice. *cuddles mightily*

9) I SENT THE POSTCARDS! I FINALLY SENT THEM! YOU CAN HAS POSTCARDS!

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And thusly does my HTML knowledge increase by one. Hail Hydra! I mean, thank you,

bending_sickle.

1. I think I work at the capital of monkey employment headquarters. I feel your horrible monkey pains. Metaphorically. Hopefully they're not yet physical pains. That would be worse.

2. I think "John Dies At The End" also became a movie. I have not read or seen them. Might have to. Also, Sinon 2: Sinon Boogaloo might be the answer, if I can nail down the bits that I wanted to write.

3. Vacation from the parents is an automatic success in my book. Party on! Your first step is to rent "Risky Business", aka "The One Movie Where Tom Cruise Was Good", and watch it. Your second step is probably "don't do that".

4. I am always hungry for nuggets. In my heart I know that McDonalds is full of lips and assholes, and yet their Chicken McNuggets are thoroughly irresistible. OM NOM NOM

5. Chocolate-drowned waffles will make up for quite a lot of things, let's be frank. Pumpkin spice, however, is overrated. You get a lot of pumpkin beers around this time as well; some are ok, but mostly it tastes of hype and price gouging. When you come to NYC again, we will go forth and taste of wonderments and marvels, and see the sights and sounds, and no, there are no ancient ruins, this isn't Europe, you know. We're lucky we have cathedrals that look like cathedrals.

5a. Those wacky Japanese. Now I'm sad that I didn't hear this song when I was in Samoa. I'm also curious what series of events led you to find this song.

6. Dangit, git off my lawn, ya darn role-playing whippersnappers! Back in my day, I played myself. And I liked it. Four times a day, if you know what I mean. Darn kids.

7. Ptarmigan-based lycanthropy: one of the lesser forms of werecreature, along with the were-shrimp, the were-molerat, and the were-orca. That last one's a doozy, though. Full moons in Alaska are not to be sneered at.

8. CAN HAS! WILL BE MINE! Woohoo! I totally forgot to buy postcards in Hawaii when I was there, so you'll have to pretend that I sent you one. I have shamed my postcard-loving self.

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2) I'll watch the movie once I finish the book (I'm actually making headway! I haven't read in months and wow, I remember how to read!) Will report back.

3) Clearly you're forgetting Interview with a Vampire because he achieved "prissy 'brat prince' vampire" wonderfully well. I don't know if I've watched "Risky Business"...

My first step in the Parent Vacation is to move all my stuff to the living room. MINE! ALL MINE!

4) Lips and assholes! The better to kiss you with! And...er...yes. (Their sauces though, now that is crackalicious.)

5a) I might've bought just such a pumpkin beer. I am prepared for the worst.

5b) *rebel yell at numbering and lettering*

It was simple, actually. A friend filled out an audio meme, and one of the questions was "sing us a thing" so they sang that song. I made inquiries as to the song and its lyrics they volunteered that video.

7) Weremolerats never see the light of day and therefore never turn back into humans after their first change. This explains many disappearances among the were community. Weregroundhogs return to their families seasonally. Weregeese should return, but it's so much nicer down south that they just stay where they wake up.

(...I'm tired and sleepy and having too much fun with this.)

8) You are forgiven this once, mainly because when my bro went to Hawaii I think he sent me a postcard. Also because who's going to think about postcards when they're in Hawaii. (Tell me you took photos though, because Hawaii.)

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3. I guess you can watch IWAV too. Your second step should still be "don't do that".

5q. Hee Hee Hee

5i. The pumpkin beers aren't bad; it's just that most of them are overrated. I did have one last night that was pretty tasty, though.

7. Weredingos only eat werebabies. That seems fair. Werespiders are bigger and hairier than regular spiders, but most of the time we just call them 'tarantulas' or 'huntsman' without recognizing their true nature. Weresharks went extinct because no one ever survived their attack. GREEDY OM NOM NOM SHARKBAIT OO HAH HAH!

8. Speaking of postcards, someone sent me two postcards from Barcelona, of all places. Whoever that someone is, they are totally awesome and they should get hugs.

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8. /o/

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I finally had the pumpkin beer and it was one part vile, two parts the world's saddest imitation Guiness. There were no pumpkin or pumpkinny spices involved. I was very sad about this.

From:

chaosvizier.livejournal.com

Ugh, faux Guinness and faux spice leads to naught but human tragedy. And yet, whatever you drank probably still tasted better than Bud Lite or Miller Genuine Draft. That's the real horror.

From:

bending-sickle.livejournal.com

Fortunately, I have found the stash of beer (Mortiz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moritz_%28beer%29), which is delish) and will be having an excellent Saturday tomorrow.

(I don't have any milk for breakfast but hey, we can't have everything, right?)