chaletian: (buffy british summer)
Think of me in this post, if you will, as a sort of eerie Ariel, both comic and tragic, scampering about the stage in wispy veils.

1. The Trag

(a) I got half way through an actual, proper, nailing-my-colours-to-my-shipping-mast Kirk/Rand fic, when I decided it was actually shit. Does anyone want to beta for me and tell me if it actually is shit? Anyone? Bueller?

(b) I have fucked up my back and it's really uncomfortable and I am as a cripple of old. Cath's going to have a crack at it tomorrow if rotatey stretching and anti-inflammatories haven't worked their magic. Just FYI for everyone there. I'm sure you're fascinated.

(c) Fucking tipping it down yesterday. I got soaked. Everything I was wearing got soaked. EVEN MY SOUL GOT SOAKED. This situation was made worse by the fact that, along with Kathryn and Katie, I went to see Mock the Week being filmed last night, which does of course involve waiting outside the BBC for about fifty hours whilst they prance about not letting anyone in. However...

2. The Untrag

(a) Mock the Week was highly amusing and Frankie Boyle - well, there's no delicate way to put it. Frankie Boyle mimed raping Big Bird. We're all fairly confident it's unlikely to make it to the final cut. Neither, sadly, will the trials and tribulations of Mario, Dara O'Briain's Filipino lady-boy.

(b) I am making tuna lentil spectacular for dinner tonight. Mmm. Good times.

(c) Tonight will also feature the last week's ep of Supernatural (which, of course, we are dreading a bit, due to the total Fail! of Supernatural generally - we have been contemplating, actually, starting a new LJ comm, to be named something along the lines of Come On, Ladies: One More Series, We Can Do It) and, far more excitingly, this week's One Tree Hill! OTH, people! I wonder what ridiculous randomness this series will have in store for us? Also, it's Merlin on Saturday, and next week NCIS, Bones, The Big Bang Theory and Castle all start up again, so woo!!! I ♥ TV!

(d) OUR INTERNET IS BACK! REJOICE! REJOICE WITH US!
chaletian: (eddie techno fear)
Apologies for the evening spam, but I would just like to let you all know that this post is brought to you by (a) the Sweeney Todd soundtrack (tragically for Katie, Katherine and Helen, they had to listen to me singing "I have sailed the world and seen its wonders / From the Dardenelles to the mountains of Peru / And there's no place like London..." over and over yesterday; I revisited the theme while walking down the station path this evening in a bid to scare off the fox that was lurking around) and (b) MY BIG LAPTOP WHICH HAS BEEN RESURRECTED! Praise the computer lords, it's a miracle... The key seems to be taking out the battery when it's not in use. I mun bear that in mind next time.
chaletian: (bard r&j fuck it)
Seriously. Oh yes. With my tiny, tiny shiny laptop teetering on top of the laundry basket. Laptops and wireless: they make the world a glorious place.

Anyway, I had some thinking to share, about history and how we understand it and stuff. This was, naturally, prompted by an SGA fic I just read: Written by the Victors, a superlative piece of fiction about Atlantis seceding from Earth, and historical interpretions of the same. It featured straightforward fictional prose about the events in question, combined with "secondary sources" from both sides of the schism. It was a brilliant read, and is actually one of my very most favourite fandom tropes, namely how events and characters will be viewed by history when anyone actually alive at the time is nothing but crumbled dust. I've seen Buffy fic that looked at this (and the Fray comic sort of touches on the idea), and Harry Potter as well, I seem to recall. Babylon 5 actually did it themselves, with the wonderful ep Deconstruction of Falling Stars. I've even written something similar myself in the Hornblower fandom.

And I love it. I love it so much I can't even express it, because they never KNOW. They never can, it's impossible. Seeing how characters in the future construe and interpret the past that we know is just so real, and I can't put this into words, though I've been thinking about it for a couple of days. Because this is how our understanding of the past works: we take the evidence, what we have it. We look at paper and buildings and art and laws made and unmade, and we cobble together what we think happened. And we can be right and we can be wrong, and we can't really know, because we weren't there. And people lie and are unreliable and it's so easy to misinterpret something.

And I love it when characters in the future come face to face with the figures of their history (everyone should read [livejournal.com profile] liz_marcs' Living History [BtVS], because it's awesome), because their figures are creations of the collective imaginations of generations, and the present characters are real. I just... meh. I really don't have the words to say what I'm trying to say. Boo.



In other news, this whole 13-year-old boy fathering child / not fathering child / someone else / what-the-fuck-ever: NONE OF MY FUCKING BUSINESS. I DO NOT FUCKING CARE. WHY IS IT ALL OVER THE FUCKING NEWSPAPERS? HOW IS THIS IN THE PUBLIC INTEREST? LEAVE THE KIDS AND THEIR FAMILIES TO SORT IT ALL OUT BECAUSE IT IS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF US AND FOR FUCK'S SAKE STOP USING IT TO HERALD THE END (ONCE AGAIN) OF CIVILISED SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT.

Stuff.

Feb. 12th, 2009 12:35 pm
chaletian: (bard r&j fuck it)
Eh bien, my chickadees, the promised post. And let me begin by saying how much I fail at life at the moment. Last Saturday I was supposed to go to Megan's birthday party; on Sunday, Katherine and Helen were coming round for a planning meeting etc. Didn't do either; just sat around feeling crap and miserable. And then I was planning to go to the Taking Liberties exhibition at the British Library with people, and due to waiting in for parcel which was fated never to arrive, didn't. Boo. Anyway, trying to be better now...

Anyway, back to liberties. Well, aren't we just a bit proud of ourselves? Odd, really, given that a police officer was recently suspended for being a member of the BNP, and the Church of England has just declared that its members (I am unclear whether they mean clergy or everyone; I assume the former) cannot belong to the BNP. Let me make my viewpoint clear. I think the BNP are shit. Nevertheless, they are a valid political party and I'm sorry but you just can't tell people they can't belong to a political party!! I'm sorry, where has the concept of freedom of association gone? What's wrong with people?

So, Supernatural, eh? I've been going off it ever so slightly what with the very serious angel aspect, though it still has its joyful moments. But women. Oh, the women. Now, I don't really do meta, or proper thinking, or providing evidence or anything, but it seems to me that they can't really do women except within the narrow confines of angel and whore. Or, to expand it slightly, it's all woman as "mother" or "helpless victim wife" or "bratty younger sister-type" or "betrayer" or whatever. It's a bit shit. I think Ellen was the best they've had, and I do think Jo had potential, but other than that they're mostly just female ciphers. Or something.

Anyway, I was going to tell you about my computer. MY COMPUTER AS WHAT DIED!!!. OMG, it was so traumatic!! I didn't know how I was going to cope. It was broken for a few days, and all was grief and woe around me. Then I shook it violently and it seemed to perk up a bit, so at the moment it's working: long may it last, though I am sceptical. But it matters not, because I have the world's most bee-you-tiful tiny laptop (a Compaq Mini 700) which is gorgeous and shiny and tiny and utterly adorable, and which I am using RIGHT NOW to post this. I LOVE IT AND WANT TO HAVE TINY ROBOT BABIES WITH IT!

Otherwise: it snowed, wheee! Katie and I went and played in Richmond Park and it was just lovely. All praise South West Trains, and the buses, and the tubes and everything for being shit and not working (even though, to be fair, there was an Awful Lot of snow).

Xanthe: fan museum - woo - when would you like to go. Rest assured I know NOTHING about fans and thus will feel free to wander around talking a load of bollocks on subjects about which I know nothing. I have never believed in letting no factual knowledge get in the way of my pretensions to education... though it would be so much easier if they didn't include those damned signs with actual FACTS and suchlike to stymie my best attempts at creativity...

Heigh ho. That's about all for now. Except, ooh, on Tuesday I was at home, and I made bread and enough leek and potato soup for an army, and washed the kitchen floor, and yesterday I actually swept and mopped the bathroom. I FEEL SO PROUD.
chaletian: (eddie techno fear)
OMG I MOVED MY LAPTOP AND IT DIDN'T DIE!!!!

I WILL EXPLAIN THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS TOMORROW, IN THE GIANT POST I AM PLANNING. ACTUALLY PLANNING. I HAVE EMAILED MYSELF NOTES. AS A LITTLE PREVIEW, IT WILL INCLUDE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT THE BNP, WOMEN AS PORTRAYED IN SUPERNATURAL AND SNOW AND ITS EFFECT ON LONDON PUBLIC TRANSPORT. ALSO, SOME MENTION OF ME DOING HOUSEWORK. A TREAT FOR EVERYONE TO LOOK FORWARD TO.

I AM NOT SURE WHY THIS IS IN CAPSLOCK.

NEVERMIND.
chaletian: (wicked western sky)
1. Boris Johnson for Mayor - WTF?

2. Paris - woohoo! It was ace. At some point there will probably be a post with pictures and stuff.

3. Steve Carlson gig on Friday - also ace. Helped by application of vodka. Being a midget is no fun, but darling [livejournal.com profile] helenmia gave me her spot so I could actually see things.

4. We have a new external harddrive and printer/scanner. With the three laptops, living room looks like explosion of terminator factory.

5. Watched NCIS and Bones last night while making/munching on tuna/lentil spectacular. Bones is SO SWEET my head is going to explode from it all.

6. Watched Kiss Kiss Bang Bang last night, which was vee good indeed, any may have to be pur-chased for the pater.

7. I bought a new cardigan. It's red.
chaletian: (mp badger)
♥ So, Sunderland is twinned with Washington DC… *g*

♥ I had a perfectly lovely weekend. Pottered around on Saturday, and did lots of kitcheniness, which I always enjoy. Bopping around, listening to Noel Coward or Diary of a Provincial Lady, doing a bit of cooking and a bit of washing up. On Sunday, I TIDIED MY ROOM. Yes, people, I actually TIDIED. I even emptied out my desk drawers and organised them and then unpacked the remaining boxes at the foot of my bed. It is a miracle. I also did about twenty loads of laundry (OK, two and some towels), so I have lots of clean clothes which I will NOT just dump on the floor when I take them off the clothes’ horse. I DUSTED. Actual dusting took place. I can see my floor. I can see my desk AND I can put things on it. And indeed in it. And then I changed my bed. It felt very good getting up this morning, and I remember that I always cope better when things are tidy – it’s just a shame that I am one of the most perennially untidy people in the history of the world ever. Heigh ho.

♥ We visited chez King yesterday, and played with les enfants. Somehow, Auntie Katie (and I discovered that it sounds like ‘antiquated’, which made me smile) and I got roped into drawing with Megan. Hannah is still officially the world’s most gorgeous baby. Had cheese on toast for tea but was faced with too many options and couldn’t cope with all the possible permutations. It was a trying moment. Fortunately, was rescued from despair and confusion by Katie, who normally makes my cheese and toast for me.

♥ Am going to try to wireless-ize my proper computer. It could go either way. Think of me this evening, as I wrestle with technology.

♥ Have put in a solid twenty minutes of present thinking, and have come up with several options for family. My mother wishes for a particular Wedgwood mug. Slightly boring, but easy, so yay.

♥ I have had good feedback for my SPN/TWW fic, but am now suffering from performance anxiety. It’s a difficult time. Will attempt part 12 today.

♥ Must email Chris with link to Bad Film Club (what *is* the link, btw?) and to find out if he wishes to go halves on familial presentage this Christmas.

Poo

Jul. 2nd, 2007 01:14 pm
chaletian: (bard ophelia willow aslant)
I appear to have lost my watch. I am sad. That is, hopefully it's not lost, just in the flat somewhere, but I usually only take it off in the bathroom and the kitchen, and it's not there. Wah. I love my watch.

In brighter news, I'm just about to bop off to meet [livejournal.com profile] xanantha to wander around the Cabinet War Rooms; the cable man has fixed the cable (we needed to reboot the modem each time we switched between computers, Katie, though I tried that and it still didn't work with mine); and I have set up the wireless network for FT. It's called Marjorie (Katie, I connected your laptop to it too). Huzzah. Anyway, I had best leap off now. Time, it confuses me when I have no watch.
chaletian: (gq british)
Am quite tired and am in fact in bed. With my laptop. And a random wireless connection (possibly the pub's; possibly not; who knows?). Ah, the joy. Have just installed the very exciting Office Professional Edition 2003, including Access and everything, that arrived in the post (well, it came and indeed went in the post - Katie picked it up from the parcel office for me this morning on her to claim MSCL). But oui, we are all moved in. Pimly stayed last night and did sterling work helping us pack then and this morning. Then Chris and later Kitty bopped up and we moved things about whilst waiting for Darren and Kathye and the van. There was much moving, though I soon ended up relegated to amusing Hannah, and was essentially useless for much of the day. We had a late lunch, dosed the long-suffering cable man with coke, then la famille King bopped off (we had lost Pim and Kitty earlier in the day). Katie, Chris and I went to the pub across the road for a quick drink in their tiny backyard, and then went home, collapsed on the sofa, ordered pizza and watched Top Gear. There's lots more to say, really, but for now I can do no more than echo Samual Pepys: And so to bed.
chaletian: (kermit yay)
I have a computer! A computer with the internet! It's so very, very exciting...

Yoicks!

May. 30th, 2007 11:11 am
chaletian: (buzzcocks all tracks preston)
The mater has just informed me that there is no need for 20 floppy disks, because she has acquired (through some magical, mystical means, into which I will not enquire further) a proper Office 2003 disk, so I can install it from scratch. Huzzah.
chaletian: (b5 zathras)
Ee, this whole Warriors for Innocence (what a ludicrous name, honestly!) thing is a bit random. People like that scare me.

Anyway, on to happier things. I have a laptop!! It's very new and very shiny and very lovely and I am v happy with it. I might even have been hugging it on the train home yesterday. Sadly, the internet cable driver thing doesn't recognise Vista, so I can't get the internet in the PF - might take it down to FT tonight when I take some clothes down, and see if it can pick up the wifi from the pub across the road. Sadly, I will not be able to load my free and lovely Microsoft Office, because it's on floppy disks (*g* it's Office 3.11 or something - my mother had it at work about a million years ago, and one installs that, and then upgrades to Office 2003 with the parental upgrade disk - it's a beautiful scheme, but sadly one that does not work with the computers of today due to lack of floppy drive), but will install Open Office, and it will all be fine. I have put on some music, but a random selection consisting of "CDs that were mixed up with computer disks and are thus rarely listened to" (Jewel - 0304; K's Choice - The Great Subconscious Club; K's Choice - Paradise In Me), as well as Caroline.

Have more or less finished packing up little room now; just need to clear out the rubbish and deal with the little bits left over. And then I need to do my bedroom. Fortunately, it's mostly just piles of clothes, but God knows what's under my bed. Heigh ho. We should be all done by Saturday. And people came to take away yet more furniture last night, so we're starting to look very bare.

Ooh, and my post yesterday was It's A Boy/Girl Thing and Supernatural 2.1 - yoicks! We watched the former last night - ee, it's a fine film. We're saving Supernatural for the Acklesfest. Oh, it's going to be good...

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