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[personal profile] idriya's birthday was this past Wednesday! Since I am an atrocious sibling, I did not do anything for her that was nearly as awesome as the boatload of A:tLA icons that she made me last year; but in spirit, I'm sure that shoving her through the first season of H2O: Mermaid Abbey Just Add Water totally counts. :D I used A:tLA to describe the character dynamics to her beforehand (come on, Emma and Rikki are totally Katara and Toph), and the mental image of Zuko snorkeling is a gift that never stops giving.

New Netflix: having returned Alice in Wonderland (which I adored except that the second-to-last-or-so scene brought reality down so hard in ways that I feel sure Disney was not even thinking about and, just, D: teeny spoiler cut ) Disney, just quit while you are slightly less far behind than you could be) I am now receiving the first season of Nikita! The old one, which I hope to get through in order to progress to the new one. I've watched it before, back when it used to show ... before Xena: WP? On ... Oxygen? Am I making this up? Anyway, it's been a while, and I'm sure a lot of it went waaaaaay over my head the first time through, so. We'll see how it goes.

Because Kiefer Sutherland, my mother watched the pilot of Touch last night, but I was mostly not paying attention; I am so so leery of the disability + special power formula. But also there is Gugu Mbatha-Raw (aka Martha Jones's older sister/Samantha Bloom from Undercovers), so perhaps I will give it a chance to win me over.
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Okay, so this happens basically any time I do anything ever where other people can see it, but: I'll admit I was panicking a little over [community profile] help_japan ("oh god you are late you are LATE you have done ALL THE THINGS WRONG!" *SHAME SPIRAL*). But! I am now sharing the fourth page of comments with some lovely people, AND [personal profile] alexseanchai excellently and kindly matched the opening bid I set! ♥♥♥♥♥

Far more boringly, last night was the first night of my vague motions in the direction of a shampoo-free existence. Not because I am principled about cleaning myself with things whose ingredients I can't pronounce; rather, because I am cheap, and also hoping it will help my hair be less frizzy. Cut for dull. ) My hair seems perfectly fine today, but I have also been told that it may get unpleasant and dry for a week or two during the switchover. Adventure!

As far as fic goes, I am trapped in some brain doldrums right now because I am a little blocked on the second half of Book Two, but hopefully I will make some progress toward unraveling that plot knot today. **crosses fingers** I have also started outlining another installment of space!A:tLA, because I can't help myself. Oh, and, [personal profile] idriya's birthday present: ACHIEVED. \o/
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I know it does awful things to the roads, but god help me, I love freezing rain. I drove home last night and in this morning through a forest of trees silvered over with ice, curved like dancers with the weight of it. And, of course, since it's been sunny the past couple days, everything is sparkling! It is like Edward Cullen out there. THESE ARE THE TWIGS OF A KILLER, BELLA.

I celebrated International Women's Day by watching that M and James Bond video like fifteen times. Bandwidth well spent. Also, spent some time on Al Jazeera: Ivorian women protest over shootings of female protestors. (Possibly triggering for violence, but the picture with the article is kind of awesome.) And their liveblogging about Libya has been excellent.

I need to buy some more books. If I'm going to keep failing at keeping up with my TV shows, I need something else to occupy my brain. Also, [personal profile] idriya's birthday is coming up. TIME TO SHOP.
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This is going to be a really random amalgamation of stuff that's happened over the last week. My life refuses to pick a theme.

My father's birthday was last weekend - the same day as Father's Day, which is probably a bit of a bummer for him, but is very handy for me, since I only have to remember one date. :D We got him the entirety of The West Wing, which I think made him pretty happy. He annoys me a lot - a lot, at times - but I do love him, and as fathers go, he really is pretty excellent.

I also set a personal record for closeness to a deer. I was out weeding, and kept hearing a crunching of leaves, and thinking, "What is that? A dog? A cat? The wind?" Finally I turned around to actually check, and for a moment, went to WHOA MASSIVE CAT before I figured it out. I was around the corner of the house from where the deer was standing, so I crept out to see it better, and, of course, nearly set off its predator detector. I can now brag that I managed to hold still enough for long enough to make a white-tailed deer change its mind about panicking, which is no mean feat. (Seriously, it took at least ten minutes holding absolutely still.) Partly, I was just lucky; the wind was going in exactly the right direction, it couldn't smell me at all.

And today, something very thrilling happened: I got a call back after a job application. I sent my resume and everything a while ago, and got one e-mail back thanking me for sending it in, and then a second e-mail back a few days later saying they were "moving forward with other candidates" - all very nice, very polite. I sent a reply back to the second one saying that I hoped they found somebody who was a good fit, and figured that would be the end of it. And then suddenly I got a call this morning from somebody at their office, asking me to come in for a meeting, because they had, oh, refined their criteria, or somesuch thing, and I was now a candidate of interest again.

Which I guess is pretty awesome, because this job sounds like basically my ideal - getting paid to edit and post to the web; what more could I ask for? - but also means that I get to start panicking about failing all over again. It was almost better when they weren't interested enough to ask for a face-to-face interview; that meant I could tell myself they'd found somebody else quickly enough that they just hadn't looked closely at me. But if they actually look at me in-depth, and still don't want me? Cue breakdown. D: I have a meeting with them at 10:00 tomorrow morning, and the odds are against me eating breakfast beforehand; just having to make an unexpected phone call can make me hurl, never mind an interview.

But! That is tomorrow. Today, I just have to concentrate on mowing the lawn, in between bouts of rain, and pounding out more [community profile] ladiesbigbang fic. (25k down, about a jillion more to go.)

ETA: Another session of mowing, and I nearly ran over what I think I must call Littlest One; Little One was a small toad, but I don't think it was that small. Amusingly, as I mowed, I was thinking about Little One, and then I paused, and bam! Littlest One hopped out of the grass and started fleeing toward the garden. Oh, toads.
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Somehow I have come to be in the Catholic Center choir. o.O

It's not even actually all that hugely convoluted a story; AT is Catholic, and I asked her if I might go to mass with her at some point, in pursuit of a ritual to write about for Human Cultures. She said yes, and added that I should come with her to choir, because they need people and I sing (not especially well, but reasonably on tune - and, bonus, audibly, as long as I am surrounded by other people who are also singing). So ... I did.

I was a little nervous about it, for several reasons ... )

The mass was really interesting to watch. I've only really been to two kinds of services: Unitarian Universalist, with my dad, which I mostly went to for the brownies that came after the actual service was over, and which was ... pretty much nothing like a Roman Catholic mass, and Quaker, which was even less like a mass. A Quaker meeting is, like, an anti-mass, as far as level of organization and ritual goes. And one of the most interesting parts was how much of it my mother remembered as I was telling her about it on the phone today (it's her birthday, so I made sure to call). She went to Catholic school when she was younger, but has kind of lapsed since.

In conclusion: I think I'm going to stick with it. I hadn't realized how much I missed singing in a group, learning new music and practicing it and being taught to sing it well. \o/

Whew.

Jun. 24th, 2009 09:35 am
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So, I missed out on [community profile] cliche_bingo this time around. I can't decide whether I'm rueful or relieved; mostly, I'm cursing my own brain, and the doc full of snippets of Hellboy fic that just looking at the list of clichés had me writing. :D It would have been nice to have actually been obligated by outside forces to post something; maybe then I'd actually finish something that's not an AU/rewrite.

Hellboy movieverse is one of those fandoms I wish were bigger - I genuinely liked the first movie, and I loved the bits of worldbuilding in the second one, even though the writing and plotting and pacing were not nearly as tight. (Also, I found spoiler, if anyone still cares ) both a little anti-climactic and sort of frustrating. Plus, I missed Myers.)

Anyway.

Saturday - my dad's birthday. Cake, China Miéville, and Up. )

Sunday - a party with friends. Dumplings, Taboo, and the New Moon trailer. )

Monday was pretty uninteresting - a few more encounters with wildlife, including a chipmunk and a baby bird in Mary's garden. There's a groundhog (at least one) living at the base of my road; I saw it again, too.

Yesterday, man - speaking of Hellboy, I had the Samael of flies on my back all day. Usually, an insect has to have a certain spindliness to it for me to be comfortable killing it; mosquitoes, for example. Flies, I can't usually bear to smash - but I made an exception yesterday. And I swear, for every fly I killed, I ended up with two more buzzing around. Ugh.

I'm taking today "off" - which is to say, off from weeding for Mary; I still have to vacuum the house for my mother, and go to the post office, and do some fun coordinatey-type things for my thesis. Which, I should probably get started. :D

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