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July 19th, 2009
seperis
 | 01:29 pm - my life, as in relation to three men, an office, and the wonders of office IM
See, I don't think I've talked about the used-to-be-three-new-guys at work and how they relate to my fannish experience. There's P, R, and K, and honestly, their names are generic enough I'd use them, but everyone is all into initials and I want to be part of the crowd. Here is what I know of them.
P is the fun one, who says that I bring out his geek but I am sorry, he carried on an IM convo in Klingon at work, that is not my fault. R is the one who gets confused and didn't know HTML. K is--I don't know. Hot. We'll come back to that. None of them knew where urbandictionary.com was or that it existed.
One of the problems with interoffice IM is that I fall into home IM habits, except I check my spelling more. P rolls with it in a shocking way, which is how we ended up with a three hour on and off conversation about the Mossad and whether or not if I married Sylar, I'd be okay with him cheating on me (the answer is, of course. It's Sylar). R is slowly but surely picking up how to break down the conversation between what I'm actually saying as translated from fangirl (we're getting there). R is the one I have a crush on that I'm blowing off with greater and greater levels of unsuccess. This is frighteningly someone that I might even, in another universe, want to share time with out of the office. He disconcerts me.
K is--special. K is a problem. K is a problem for my libido in ways I didn't realize were applicable to people that in every way are not my type.
( I don't even know )
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://seperis.icons.ljtoys.org.uk/mi/dot.gif) aggravated
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mecurtin
 | 11:20 am - Puzzle du jour: Serpentine Pavilion
Serpentine Pavilion
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The temporary pavilion on the Serpentine Gallery lawn, Kensington Gardens, London, for 2009. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serpentine_Gallery
Credit: Bleuchoi http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianashdown/3709991145/
I can't remember who on my flist linked me to this recently, but thank you.
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theatrical_muse
[bohemiancachet]
 | 10:04 am - Attn: TV A-K Fandoms
I decided to follow Allison’s good example and give a shout out before I do my audit next weekend. I’ve even stolen her wording (sorry, Allison)!
Due to EOFY and a move I have been rather lax in auditing my fandom (TV A-K). While starting an audit today, I noticed quite a lot of the muses under my watch are just as behind as I have been. So rather than do one big hack and slash and spend all day writing up warning emails and removing third strikes, I've decided to post up a warning here first. I will wait until next weekend to warn and remove the delinquent muses in my fandoms, so if you are one of mine, and haven't had a chance to answer a prompt in a while, now is the time. Consider this a free pass until Saturday (July 25).
Make sure you've answered at least one of the last 4 prompts (289, 290, 291 or 292 by next Saturday) and you'll be fine.
Any outstanding applications or emails will also be addressed by then – so please don’t resend these until Monday next week. I’m about to hit that correspondence today and you’ll definitely have a response by next Monday.
Thank you!
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July 18th, 2009
theatrical_muse
[rude_not_ginger]
 | 06:33 pm - Take Someone Out
"We'll be late," the Doctor called through the bedroom door. He gave it a rap and got a disgruntled grunt of affirmation in reply.
River Song was not one who often spent time dressing up. More often than not, the Doctor would arrive on her world for a visit and find her still in the dusty clothes she'd been at the architectural dig in, leaning over some artifact and incorrectly guessing what it was. He often said it was "endearing", if a little dirty.
But tonight, no, tonight was a special night. Tonight, River emerged from the bedroom in a floor-length dark red opera dress with her hair piled on the top of her head.
"Are you sure this counts as an anniversary?" she asked. She stepped forward and straightened the tie on his new suit.
On the best of days, the Doctor was not a romantic. On the worst of days he would wax on about how very much he hated the idea of domesticity and with romance came the domestics. But sometimes, on very special occasions, he would do something like this.
"Well, we're hardly on the same timeline, are we?" he replied.
"That's never made you want to celebrate an anniversary before," she said, crossing her arms.
"And when was the last time I took you to dinner? Besides, you'll love it. Berrillum food is unlike any other world. Slices of light cut into pasta and sprinkled with Vercasian sugars." He smiled widely and, as it often did whenever he visited while he was older, it didn't quite reach his eyes.
River nodded, and then passed him to put a note on the plate of hot tea and lemon biscuits she'd left for her usual Saturday visitor. Jenny, the Doctor's daughter, had visited often, occasionally making River's home her port of call. The Doctor hadn't mustered up the courage to speak to her. Not yet. But he would. River would convince him, someday, and they'd be a proper family, him and Jenny.
Out with your Dad for dinner. It's our anniversary, apparently. I'll bring you something back from Berillium. -R She placed the note delicately next to the ceramic teapot and picked up her handbag and journal before heading towards the TARDIS.
"If our anniversary only comes when I finish a journal," she said, "Then it's not quite our anniversary. I've got a page left."
"You can put tonight into it," he said. For a moment, the Doctor looked unbelievably sad. Sadder than she'd ever seen him. "Dinner and the Singing Towers. It'll be perfect."
"Perfect?" she asked, curious but not wanting to pry. "Willing to bet your life on that?"
He smiled then, small and tight. "Always."
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 451
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seperis
 | 02:53 am - of course it's late; this is when i do my least useful thinking
Random thought.
Well, not random, I was catching up on my ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) metafandom and fell on top of the entire Readercon thing, which--
( like this didn't pique my interest )
I am drinking high-grade coffee and ignoring two WiPs. What else am I going to do at this late hour? You know what would help? ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aurora_84 reccing more Pinto, kthx.
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: battlefield - jordin sparks
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theatrical_muse
[fever_crusade]
 | 02:39 am - #292 - show and tell
The weeks after Jonathan’s death are about the children. She doesn’t have time to notice or think about the fact that he’s gone. She hasn't stopped long enough to realize she’s alone. Every second goes into planning the funeral, getting things in order, consoling everyone else. People show up at the farm with flowers and tuna casseroles, taking her hand and telling her what a good man her husband was. She can only smile and thank them, but in her head all she can think is, “…was?”
After the funeral, there’s nothing left. Nothing to organize, no one to console, nothing to do but turn to the empty side of the bed and stare. And wait to feel it. She knows it’ll knock her out and drag her off, and when it finally does, she loses days. Time passes and she can’t remember the date. She’s hard-pressed to remember the season. But there’s snow on the ground, and there’s reality in it. She just wishes it would melt.
It does, finally, and she’s back to making breakfast and sewing loose buttons. She focuses her energy on the kids, trying to convince Clark it wasn’t his fault, and telling Grace at every turn how much her father loved her. They don’t ask how she is. Nor do they wonder.
At night, she’s alone. She doesn’t sleep. The solitude keeps her awake, and the quiet does nothing but invite hours of thought. She stays up all night, every night, remembering what she wore the day they met, the way his hands were shaking as he proposed, and how he always got dressed socks first. Her eyes are bloodshot every morning because she spends her nights remembering every detail. Every second of nearly three decades together. The kids don’t notice.
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Martha Kent
Smallville
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July 17th, 2009
seperis
| 10:37 pm - this is how I roll, y'all
So this week, after too much arguing with the developers and programmers about whether or not I really really did have a problem with a certain section of the program--it went like this:
Me: X is happening when I do y and z.
Them: We can't reproduce that.
Me: It's still happening.
Them: Are you sure? Are you doing a, b, c?
Me: I am doing all of that. It is still doing x.
Them: We can't reproduce that.
Me: ...I'm not lying.
Them: No of course not! It is not happening however.
Round 2:
SIT: I can't reproduce this.
Me: But it's happening. I am not making this up.
SIT: Of course! But I don't see this.
Me: ....
So did you know Arthur the G1 phone has video capability (and compresses while recording)? Holding it up in one hand, I recorded one and a half minutes of what the problem was in one hand while frantically clicking Submit and Next until I had a minute and a half of footage and uploaded it. I even zeroed in on the problem. At least two people at work had hysterics when I explained.
Weirdly, they found the problem after that.
Keerawa:
Speak to me of your fanfiction manifestos. This is like word porn.
I write fanfiction because story-telling is too important to leave in the hands of the professionals. Because ( torchwood spoiler ), Milady was the most interesting character in ‘The Three Musketeers’, and people are still telling the Epic Love Story of Kirk and Spock forty years later. Because actions have consequences, emotions don’t reset a week later, and I’ve never seen someone piss on network TV. Because queering mainstream media is good for the soul, and there’s just not enough good character-driven kinky porn in the world.
The story won't ever be done. I love that paragraph more than I love chocolate. Or very close to it.
ETA
Developers/Programmers or Anyone - Does anyone have any suggestions for programs that can do screen recording so I can do better recordings of program problems? We have screencapping, but I'd like on-screen recording if possible. I've googled, but if anyone has suggestions of what works well, I'd love to hear it.
Addendum: We use HP Quality Center for testing (we use the manual settings, not autommatic) in case that helps.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: battlefield - jordin sparks
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mecurtin
 | 07:16 pm - Talkin' bout your generation
Dear younger generation:
Please explain this to me (NYT article here -- actual date is Feb. 11, software is parsing it wrong). Briefly:
Tony is a high school student, smart, socially weird, possibly gay. Teased by the only out gay student in school; then everyone else starts calling him "faggot". Student IMs or Facebook-contacts various popular boys, claiming to be a girl who's interested in them. "Emily" asks the boys to send her naked pix of themselves. They do. Then "Emily" says, I'll make these pix public unless you have sex with Tony. A bunch of the boys go along with it.
When the news comes out, the official statement (picked up by "Wired") does not give the names of the boys Tony's blackmailed and/or had sex with, but it does give their ages and initials. From that info, the kids in the school were able to use Facebook to figure out who Tony's victims are.
As far as I'm concerned, one moral of this story is "steer away from Facebook, kids, pseuds are your *friend*." My question for the younger generation is, do you think the kids in this school were exceptionally naive? or mean? or is this the sort of thing that, basically, could be going on anywhere and probably is?
I must say that I think the degree to which the book has been thrown at Tony is *way* out of line, for someone who was under 18 when most of the crimes actually occurred -- he's been sentenced to over 200 years in prison, so basically the rest of his life. Is the court system over-reacting because his victims are male? Or does it just tend to under-react when the victims are female? The fact that the victims are described as "unimpeachably straight" is, yeah, worrisome to me.
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lapislaz
 | 04:35 pm
OK, this is just too much. Amazon.com deleted some books from everyone's Kindles this morning. Remotely, without permission. They did credit the user's account for the purchase price, but that's small comfort if you were reading the book in question, now isn't it?
Amazon says it's because the publisher changed their mind, and doesn't want e-editions of the books available.
The huge, juicy, sucking, irony here? It's George Orwell's Animal Farm and 1984.
ETA: Oh, now this is just too delicious. Apparently both of those books are no longer under copyright in Canada or Australia. Which means you can download both of them from Project Gutenberg's web site in PDF format. It is to laugh. I think. Maybe.
This entry was originally posted at http://lapislaz.dreamwidth.org/155504.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Current Mood: bitchy
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gnomi
 | 09:00 am - Greetings
Happy birthday, chaiya!
And best wishes for the coming year!
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theatrical_muse
[fluffy_mod]
 | 12:04 pm - NEW TOPIC #292: WEEK OF JULY 17 - 23, 2009
The topic for the week of 17 - 23 July 2009 is:
Show and tell.
1. Put current season TV spoilers behind a cut.
2. Your post must be a minimum of 150 words to count towards your community membership.
3. Put posts longer than 450 words behind a cut.
4. Put the topic number and/or text in the subject header of your post.
5. Sign your post with your muse's full name and fandom.
Reminder: To remain current, you must have answered at least one of Topics #289, 290, 291, 292 by 23 July 2009
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theatrical_muse
[irish_doyle]
 | 07:01 am - Theatrical Muse 291 - Take someone out
“Take someone out”? Who do you think I am, Sam Spade?
It’s ironic that I ended up as a detective. Teachers usually don’t, at least, they don’t in fiction. I’ve read about all kinds of detectives, from Rabbis to old maids, but never a primary school teacher. Being a detective in LA is violent, all right, but that used to be more Angel’s side of the business. He liked it.
(The truth is that violence never was my style, not even when I was trying to throw my life away with a vague kind of idea that I deserved it, that I must deserve it or it wouldn’t have happened to me.
When I was a kid I used to go to confession, and I think I remember how I felt afterward. As if I was – almost invulnerable. I remember that a car just missed me, once, when I was on the way back from church. I was thinking that if I died I’d go straight to Heaven, as pure as rainwater. [Rainwater was pure back then; well, we thought it was.] How did I get onto that?)
By the time I joined Angel Investigations I didn’t really want to get involved. I tried to deliver the message from the Powers and be on my way, at the start. I suppose I didn’t take much persuading to hang about, though. I don’t know whether I would have stuck around, but then Cordy joined…
It’s funny, I can’t really remember taking anyone out on a date, either. I was married at 18 and then I was separated. I didn’t even know if I was divorced or not.
Written down like this, it doesn’t seem much of a life.
Muse; Doyle,
Fandom, Angel, the series.
Words, 279
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) depressed
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theatrical_muse
[catwoman28]
 | 01:50 am - 291- Take Someone Out
Take someone out.
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( Taking Tim Out... )
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Muse: Selina Kyle-Catwoman
Fandom: Batman Universe
Words: Many
Disclaimer: ooc: This is based on Role-Play between catwoman28 and boywonder3. Since they are both my characters here in the community, no godmodding happened. This is a combined answer for the community.
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