| Self-fulfilling prophecy? |
[Nov. 23rd, 2004|12:49 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  uncomfortable | ] |
New York is scarily not-cold. It's not-cold even to my thin-blooded, been in Miami for years, self. I'm having a reasonable amount of fun exploring the city. I frigging LOVE the main branch of the library, and not just because Ghostbusters was my first fandom. I got to walk around Park Avenue, and, good lord. Doormen! In white gloves! It was one of those, "Am I on TV moments" and it was kind of cool. Then I felt lame and the moment passed.
Having appreciably less fun staying with pseudo-family. I am, by nature, a very private person, and I have the misfortune of feeling horrible if I feel I'm inconveniencing someone. By my definition, staying in a two-bedroom apartment with someone who has a live-in boyfriend and two kids is an inconvenience to them and me. I hate having to tiptoe around and work on other people's schedules, I guess. Since I'm sleeping in the living room, I can't sleep until everyone has cleared out. Most annoying, that. The search for an apartment continues.
( Job stuff )
At any rate, things are going OK, I guess. I'm sure I will feel much better when I am in my own place and able to really sink my teeth into New York. Oh, and it doesn't hurt that The Nutcracker is going to be playing at Lincoln Center soon. |
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| The pinnacle of awesomeness |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|08:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  irritated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some Latin singer guy | ] |
Morness -
Snape as a cheerleader? ::loves:: The thought of that, and my general inability to get along with people who are of a blood with me is prompting me to decamp to the nearest hotel for the day before I begin my new gig. Sofa beds = mark of Satan. In Jersey City now, and it's not bad. Not so cold. Saw very, very unimpressive apartments today and am way behind in my e-mail correspondence. People are loving my archive - but not necessarily because of content. Everyone to a person has said, "Wow, your archive is so freakingly amazingly designed." ::squoozles Mor:: But I was complemented on my ability in not wrecking the table coding. <. |
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| Leaving on a jet plane |
[Nov. 12th, 2004|11:39 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
So, after yesterday's funness in which movers came to my apartment, looked around, said they were going to get boxes and such, and then called their office to report that I had bugs and syringes on the floor, the moving company sent out a whole new batch of movers - ones that had not, apparently, lost their freaking minds, and are now packing away. hence, my path to my bedroom is now strewn with bits of cardboard and packing tape.
Tonight, I will be in New York. It's a weird thing, because I still half don't believe that I'm leaving Florida. I keep thinking I'll miss the weather, which I likely will at first, since it is freaking cold up there, I here, but mainly, I'm drained from the whole "having to move" thing. Dealing with the movers, the new job and the strangely unsettling knowledge that I've already been replaced at The Herald, have tired me out totally. Plus, my Harry/Snape archive is going, the itch to write is gnawing again, and in HP fandom, I'm reacquainting myself with people I knew from two fandoms ago. All just a bit unsettling.
But! I am so looking forward to the best bag of roasted almonds I've had in years. |
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| Evacuating |
[Oct. 27th, 2004|09:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
I hate cleaning. Wait, actually, what I hate is moving. The physical process of it, I mean. The carting and boxing and discarding and duct-taping is just so . . . I don't know. Time-consuming, I guess, even though this time, I'm not going to be the one doing all the carting and boxing and duct-taping. I do, however, have to clean this place, and it's weird how much dust settles in a place that's only about 700 square feet and is 13 stories in the air.
Guess who's not going to miss Florida? |
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| Stuck in the middle |
[Oct. 5th, 2004|08:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | listless | ] |
( Quarter-life crisis rambling )
My boss (not Paul. Unfortunately) has left for the greener climes of North Carolina, so I'm doing half his work and the morning online editor is doing the other half. A bonus - I'm getting sent to skool to learn cool webbish thingies like flash and C++ and perl. Can you feel my excitement?
Also? Has Alan Rickman not played a character that is too sexy for words but prolly should be flayed alive? Due to circumstances beyond my control, a buddy was watching Die Hard, and though I find Bruce Willis and his hairline disturbing, I sat right down and watched, too.
And, oh. Rodney Dangerfield has died. Sadness. |
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| I can never do anything properly |
[Sep. 26th, 2004|06:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  embarrassed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cello Conerto No. 1 - Saint-Saens | ] |
I could blame ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) lawofsyllogism for piquing my interest with her fan art. I could blame innumerable friends who jumped ship from innumerable fandoms for this particular fandom. I could blame any number of people, really, but I shan't. I'm still way too embarassed.
I'm freaking obsessed with Harry Potter. After resisting for nearly five years, after turning up my nose at the books, the movies, the fic, I can't get enough of it. Damn it, I'm even sad I didn't get one of those fake Quidditch broom-things when they were still being sold.
But that's not the worst part. No, in true unconventional 'shipper form, and as an off-shoot of any residual and irrational resentment of Evan's morlockitude, I am a Snape lover. Grease or no grease, I love him. And I want a black frockcoat. And I will fricking kill Rowling if she goes the vampire route with him. AndIlikeSnapeandHarryslashalot. ::cough:: But I don't do underage. Too . . . weird.
The weird thing is, I have zero desire to do anything more in this fandom than contemplate Snape's/Alan Rickman's facial expressions, especially in Chamber of Secrets. The fandom, at least from what I've seen of it, is too fricking schizoid for my taste. At least some of the younger fans. I actually had the opportunity to meet someone who was in my Star Trek fangroup in person, and she is a huge HP fan, but a H/D person, and she says she stays away from the majority of fan-run HP slash sites. Pity, because some of them are a necesary evil to fuel my H/Sn desire. And I'm not a huge Sirius fan. I guess, well, I kind of want to like him, but I can't and love Snape, too. I do like Lupin, though, but I could have gone without seeing the Lupin/Dumbledore/Neville story I ran across the other day. I feel ashamed just typing this.
Hm, nothing else much new. Nainess, I was on a bus from New York to Florida (um, don't ask), and we stopped on the outskirts of Baltimore. I thought, "Mana, if I only had Nai's number, I could crash with her for a couple of hours and see Peabody and maybe sneak into a practice room and eat my fries. :/" But, alas, the stop was only 45 minutes long. Am still in Florida and am tired of these damned hurricanes. Am interviewing for jobs elsewhere. Did get another cello to tide me over after my other was broken. It's OK. Am seriously considering cutting my hair because it's starting to annoy me. Am still seriously pissed about the end of Evo, but am aware that more Evo would have sucked so bad, it burns. |
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| The goofier part of me |
[Aug. 18th, 2004|11:36 am] |
I have three LJs counting this one and three of them are for different fic pursuits. One of them, elimandjulian, is my Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Bashir/Garak slash shrine. One other is my now defunct Queer as Folk lj. And then I have this one, ostensibly for my Nichevo web comic project and my Petya fiction, which I continually forget but which has all of the people I've ever really cared about in fandom. Maybe what I should do is consolidate them all and put in filters for people who want to read general stuff, people who want Trek and people who want QaF. But then I'd miss out on the pretty layouts :/
Not much new. Still in Miami. Got turned down for a job in my lovely hometown of Philadelphia. My cello was totalled in a bus accident (though I myself escaped injury) and the bus co. won't pay, insurers won't pay, so I'm sugar out of luck as far as an instrument goes. Well, at least for now. I was not trounced by the hurricane. Actually, I was in NYC for the better part of Charley's run, getting apps to various schools and such. I'm finally getting off my bum and applying to post-grad programs. But I sort of need a cello first. Hm.
dsch, I wear my Petya shirt with pride. Several people have asked me where I got it from (and several others have looked at me as if I've taken leave of my senses). At any rate, I love it muchly. I laugh every time I think of Petya's likely reaction to such fanaticism. But this was a man who cried whenever someone said "Mozart," so he has no room to judge. |
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| Halfway across the world . . . |
[May. 7th, 2004|11:53 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
Petya was born on this date 164 years ago, and, because he grew up to be, well, who he was, the conservatories in Moscow and Petersburg and his museum/home in Klin will be playing his works all day today. This should make me feel less bizarre since I've been playing (both CD-wise and performance-wise) nothing but his stuff since Monday, but I am not happy because my cable is out again and with it, my DSL. So I am typing this on a piss-slow dial-up connection and cursing my fate.
In other news, I start my new job on Monday. But to hell with that. I want my meaningless TV back ;_; |
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| It's like a plant has died |
[Apr. 25th, 2004|09:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | sad | ] |
Mor! Did I read correctly? You are shuttering FO?! I mean, I pretty much knew that you'd be updating it sporadically, if at all, but closing it? ::wahhh:: I understand the hit you're taking on bandwith, but FO is so much more than a Scott shrine, which is why even the Evo-jaded continue to flock. I remember fondly my first foray on FO. I read the Scott and clothes chapter and fell in love. I think I was still very much intimidated by you at that point, but still. There was much love.
I've been thinking much about Evo this weekend. Mainly the news of FO closing soon ::still wahhhh:: prompted Evo-esque thoughts, but today when I was ridding my inbox of old, old, old mails, I came across this letter that Jamie cc'd to me.
( Jamie's response to random Evietro fan )
It is so weird. I used to love this fandom. And it was popular! There were dozens of new stories a day, reams of websites, webrings, voting sites, the whole shebang. And now a lot of the Evo pioneers are getting out. It's sad. Evo was not what I'd call a cohesive fandom, but it was largely free of a lot of the crap that permeates some popular fandoms now. There were no real flame wars, no 'shipper stupidity, and people were generally quick to credit others for ideas, and/or risk the wrath of five hundred other fans. There were the Rietro and Kietro factions and the "Ewww how ken u mk Peitro gay hes so hotttt!11" weirdoes, but by and large, intelligent discussion could be found, especially after the new episodes. Now there Mary-Sueism is running rampant at ff.net and the "Piecott" phenomenon is rearing its not-so-ugly-or-far-fetched head. But still . . . Piecott?
But things started to fall apart even before it was announced that Evo was over. Olhadoness stopped doing reviews, Rosiel closed her doors, Psycho B had fled, and one by one we all just stopped caring. It's sad - some of my favorite fan stories ever, ever, ever are Evo stories, and someof my favorite fandom memories are of being in a chatroom and generally acting goofy. I'll always (I hope) know where my Evo budlings are, and I know that the nature of fandom is that it is ever-changing and fluid and fleeting and all, but it doesn't make me any less sad. Man. |
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