Imaginary Gardens

• I'm still on my Bufy the Vampire Slayer rewatch kick and keep discovering things. Like I was watching I Robot, You Jane (1x08, IMDB) and who should I see, all wee and mullet-less, but Chad Lindberg! By which I mean, Supernatural's Ash! And he's still a computer geek genius! \o/


• I'm slowly getting the hang of socializing-through-coffee. Last week I had coffee with my supervisor's peer - the hierarchy details, they fail me - which was nice, and today I had coffee with someone I'd sent my CV a while back and we talked about other organizations that might be interesting, which was also nice.


• Socializing-through-lunch seems to be a big thing, too. Last week I was pretty awesome at having lunch with people, and it's how I met a guy who thinks techno is the highest form of music ever made by man, which, okay, and how I learned that the cute I like talking to is nineteen which, um, ah. *backs away slowly*


• I also had lunch with my supervisor, which was less of a socializing thing and more of an info-dump accompanied with my panicked internal monologue going, "I have no idea what you're talking about. You want me to do what? Do you want me to do that? Wait, what, that too? But the other thing, that is being done by someone else? But I'm going to do- WHAT IS GOING ON?!?" so that was intimidating.

phantmgreeneyes

beandelphiki

aelora

I swear I spend every waking moment on Tumblr anymore. It's like watching CNN, except for fandom. You get the updates AS THINGS HAPPEN. And with pictures and video. It's INSANE. And ADDICTIVE.

In the early 1900s, Bayer, the same company that makes your aspirin, advertised diacetylmorphine as the first non-addictive form of morphine. Today, we call it heroin.

emerald_embers

Holding a small furry animal close to your chest is the closest to being God you will ever get. I love it.

Today a customer casually chatted to me about his boyfriend while we were fixing his broadband fault. Earlier this week another customer mentioned that her girlfriend's computer was connecting fine though her own wasn't.

As a society we still have a lot of improvements to make, but the fact that there are people who feel safe enough mentioning their same sex relationships in conversation with a complete stranger means that there's no doubt about it, there have been improvements since I was a kid. And that's a good, comforting sign, even if those improvements are taking more time than they should <3.

emberald_embers

gregirlbeast

I think I'm very probably that deluded prostitute who tells everyone that she's actually an actress.

schrodi_kitten

As someone who just played through Mass Effect 2, I have this to say:

It is absolutely our destiny as humans to travel to the stars, to explore the vastness of space and discover the wonders that await us.

And we should do this while armed to the goddamned teeth.

greygirlbeast

I'm on manuscript page 162. But, even as I begin this seemingly marvelous progress, the insecurity mounts. The fear that I'm not even half smart enough to write this book, and that there's no audience who wants to read a novel of this sort. I have begun heavily second guessing the reader.

Fuck the so-called wisdom of writing workshops, of instructors, and fuck all that shit about reader/writer contracts. This sort of anxiety is poisonous to good fiction. One does not write for an audience, unless one only wishes to pander. One writes. The worth of a novel is not determined by the opinions of those who read it, collected and averaged to yield an objective rating that may be expressed in stars given and stars withehld. It's all a lonely mess. The book's "worth" lies in the mind of the author, and in the mind of each reader. Each is alone with the book, and everyone who reads it is subject to their own unique experience. Nothing is generally true. That said, I sit and try to just let Imp speak and tell her story, but I begin to hear the complaints to come. The shitty Amazon and blog "reviews" it may receive in 2012. These things shouldn't occur to me, and certainly they shouldn't give me a moment's pause, but they do. "It takes forever before anything actually happens." "It's slow." "It rambles." And so on and on and on and so forth.

Look at your comment, now back to mine. Now back at your comment. Now back to mine. Sadly it isn't mine, but if you stopped trolling and started posting legitimate comments it could look like mine. Look down, back up. Where are you? You're scrolling through comments, writing the comment your comment could look like. What did you post? Back at mine. It's a reply saying something you want to hear. Look again the reply is now diamonds. Anything is possible when you think before you post. I'm on a horse.

lienne

* emerald_embers, Livejournal Subtitle