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jade_sabreALRIGHTY LJ
NOBODY IS POSTING (INCLUDING ME)
who actually still visits this site on a regular basis? And what, exactly, is that regular basis? This is just me being curious I'm not going to go anywhere and half of us are also Facebook friends but you know.
ALSO if you are not spending time here, are you spending it on another site, or are you too busy being consumed with ~*~real life~*~?
also I am trying to decide which project I should work on over this whole nine-month deployment thing. I am slowly getting more settled and accepting that This Is My Life ("yeah! I spent the majority of my first year of marriage apart from my husband! so much for 'alone time before having children'" mostly I jest but it is partially true sob) and soonce I beat ME2 and then ME3 and Kaidan comes back and tells me he's sorry and he loves me and I can say IT'S OKAY, I LOVED YOU ALL ALONG much to Quark's disgust as that happens and I get on a schedule (studying Old English? Who has to study for a...language course...sob) I will be WRITING and I have to finish Godbaby fic
(snippet NO STEALING: The pounding grows quieter. I am afraid to look over the wall, and I do not know why. I have only ever spoken to Mother and to the elves. Mother taught me a greeting, but I do not know if the girl—if it is a girl—will understand me. And she is only one person, and Mother told me to find a town. I think that if I wait, she and the animals will go away. I am good at sitting still for hours, at hiding from the sight of those around me. I will wait.
The grass itches at my hands, but I do not move. The smell of the animals is strong and unpleasant, but I do not cough. The sun becomes brighter and brighter in the sky, and sweat drips into my eyes, and I barely blink. I am not here, I think. I think of nothing else.)
but also I want to work on a novel so that WP has something to read that is my fanfiction. Top choices are Goblin Novel (probably he would like it best, but it needs serious serious work because I wrote it during first semester senior year which was INSANE and Pictash spends a lot of time in a library doing research) and 2010 NaNo That Went Nowhere (the two main characters don't have names, also they are basically a younger version of Nevalle and Tanithar) (her name is either Theresa or Tabitha, but Tabitha is too close to Tanithar and I don't like the way Theresa looks, though I like the sound of it) (anyway it's my Generic Fantasy Novel in the same way that the Goblin Novel is my Subversion of the Generic Fantasy Novel). SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.
okay okay time to go eat lunch and borrow Quark's shower and pay my rent and get a library card WOOT.
♥
eta: MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR IS WATCHING SLEEPING BEAUTY is it wrong to want to knock on their door and tell them how cool they are. (Actually I think they have small children, but still. This has made my early afternoon.)
NOBODY IS POSTING (INCLUDING ME)
who actually still visits this site on a regular basis? And what, exactly, is that regular basis? This is just me being curious I'm not going to go anywhere and half of us are also Facebook friends but you know.
ALSO if you are not spending time here, are you spending it on another site, or are you too busy being consumed with ~*~real life~*~?
also I am trying to decide which project I should work on over this whole nine-month deployment thing. I am slowly getting more settled and accepting that This Is My Life ("yeah! I spent the majority of my first year of marriage apart from my husband! so much for 'alone time before having children'" mostly I jest but it is partially true sob) and so
(snippet NO STEALING: The pounding grows quieter. I am afraid to look over the wall, and I do not know why. I have only ever spoken to Mother and to the elves. Mother taught me a greeting, but I do not know if the girl—if it is a girl—will understand me. And she is only one person, and Mother told me to find a town. I think that if I wait, she and the animals will go away. I am good at sitting still for hours, at hiding from the sight of those around me. I will wait.
The grass itches at my hands, but I do not move. The smell of the animals is strong and unpleasant, but I do not cough. The sun becomes brighter and brighter in the sky, and sweat drips into my eyes, and I barely blink. I am not here, I think. I think of nothing else.)
but also I want to work on a novel so that WP has something to read that is my fanfiction. Top choices are Goblin Novel (probably he would like it best, but it needs serious serious work because I wrote it during first semester senior year which was INSANE and Pictash spends a lot of time in a library doing research) and 2010 NaNo That Went Nowhere (the two main characters don't have names, also they are basically a younger version of Nevalle and Tanithar) (her name is either Theresa or Tabitha, but Tabitha is too close to Tanithar and I don't like the way Theresa looks, though I like the sound of it) (anyway it's my Generic Fantasy Novel in the same way that the Goblin Novel is my Subversion of the Generic Fantasy Novel). SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.
okay okay time to go eat lunch and borrow Quark's shower and pay my rent and get a library card WOOT.
♥
eta: MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOR IS WATCHING SLEEPING BEAUTY is it wrong to want to knock on their door and tell them how cool they are. (Actually I think they have small children, but still. This has made my early afternoon.)
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Date: 2012-09-04 03:57 pm (UTC)ooooooooooo, LASEK! WP had that done, and he loves it. (Apparently the safety glasses the Army makes you wear fog up too easily to make them a viable option in the field.) My eyes aren't bad enough for me to want it--also, I don't know how my mental picture of myself would cope with not having glasses. :-b
That makes sense--FB is becoming more censored for me, not because I'm friends with my mom, but because I'm friends with my mother-in-law and several of my former students. (Profanity use has gone down exponentially.) I have a whole LJ post in my head of rejected Facebook statuses--things I'd like to ask the internet/people I'm friends with on Facebook, but would have to spend way to much time setting up filters to make it worthwhile. Now it's all about being nice while still trying to sound like myself.
ALSO I had a question for you--well, more like a "can I put you in touch with someone"--a friend of mine studied abroad at UCDublin during undergrad and is looking at applying there for her Master's--I know you did a similar thing with Trinity, and so I/she was wondering if you'd have any advice or guidance on being an international application...ee. If you're okay with that, I'll pass you her email address.
KEE you're such an awesome Wilde geek and even when I don't fully know what you're talking about I love reading the way you talk about it. You're so smart and you know SO MUCH and I'm kind of jealous of your cultural education in your youth (you know so much about ballet and opera and theatre and it's SO COOL also this post made me think of you (http://truepenny.livejournal.com/858888.html)), and I hope the job front looks better for you and that you and Beloved are otherwise well. :-)
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Date: 2012-09-04 04:45 pm (UTC)I'm still looking into it because someone else may be working on something closely related, but I'm thinking of writing about those racist trade cards I posted about and looking into the intersection of racialist rhetoric and the American reception of Wilde as both an Irishman and a symbol of the British cultural elite being commoditized in the Aesthetic Movement.
I'm also hoping to do more work on transcribing one of the philosophy essays.
I'm totally excited about finally getting my eyes fixed, and I'm so glad I'm eligible. I'm severely nearsighted and constantly choosing between dry and irritated (contacts) or strain (glasses) is no fun. One of the stupid little things that has been really bugging me lately is how my glasses fog up every time I open the oven when I'm cooking. :p
Ahhahaha! I'm UCD, not TCD. (Or was. Apparently they don't want me there anymore, even to teach one measly hour a week. Grr. Yeah, yeah. I know the budget's been slashed again and they're prioritizing current students and I'm crap at networking and brownnosing, but I still don't have a job.) Absolutely put me in touch with her, because that's totally how I started. Study abroad and going back for an MA . . . :D