lienne: A rose lying on a laptop keyboard. (object: rose on keyboard)
Trying to find out if crossposting to Livejournal still works. There are a bunch of recent-ish entries on my DW that never made it to LJ and I didn't notice.

welp

Sep. 4th, 2015 07:56 am
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Tumblr just rolled out an update that makes a few things better while incidentally making the site totally inaccessible for what seems to be a non-negligible fraction of its userbase.

Not that that sounds familiar or anything.

Hello friends! How are you? What have you been up to?
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I wrote a script, and then somebody else wrote a much handier if less pretty version, and then I improved on that. The latest version on offer in that thread, in case you don't want to click through, is this:



On any Dreamwidth page, if you're logged in, it sticks a button in the top right corner of your browser window that opens a nifty little sidebar showing your icons page sorted by keyword. Untested-and-probably-broken if you have enough icons that your icon page has multiple pages.

There's also this, which is what apparently happens when a lot of people who aren't Dreamwidth RPers start reading a lot of dreamwidth RP; it's a userstyle that flattens comment threads so they don't keep drifting off to the right. I have to remember to turn it off when I'm reading something where nesting matters, but it's pretty handy for long single threads, and long single threads is most of what I read these days.

*flops over* okay that's all my coherence for the day, goodnight internet
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
Tomorrow I am flying to California to hang out with Alicorn and her fiance until they get married near the end of September, at which point I shall fly back! Fun will be had. I am near-guaranteed to have internet access, but very likely to be frequently busy doin' stuff.
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This post may not be terribly coherent and I'm about to tell you why -

New brain drugs (well, not really brain drugs, more drug drugs) supposed to help deal with my perpetual state of debilitating exhaustion.

Day 1: Noticeable massive boost in general energy levels, but cognitive energy still low. Huge trouble getting to sleep.

Day 2: Surprisingly okay despite being so low on sleep; nevertheless, tried skipping my light to see if it would help me get to sleep on time. It mostly didn't.

Day 3 (today): Groggy as fuck. Decided not to skip light. Groggy as fuck anyway, but I think I'm slowly coming out of it. As before, body energy is outpacing brain energy, but this time there's much less of either. I anticipate a day of not doing much. I will try my very best to go to bed very early. I wish people would not watch Netflix loudly in the living room while I'm trying to sleep.

Mostly I'm just hoping that today is a break in the pattern as opposed to a new, shittier stage of it. Maybe if I stay tired all day I'll actually be able to get to sleep at 10...
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  • I foolishly signed up for [livejournal.com profile] norsebigbang with the vague intention of producing a sequel to if he be worthy. I have 640 words written. I am likely to default by the first deadline, which is 1000 words by May 20th. Oh well.

  • I just spent about a week and a half alone in the house, because everyone else was on a trip to nearby regions of the States. Conclusions reached: It is way easier to leave my bedroom when I don't fear encountering anyone scary; I apparently find my stepfamily scary in this way; it is way harder to stay fed and watered when there is no one else around to make food for me when I can't. All in all, I think I would probably prefer living on my own if I had any way to support myself (I don't) and could reasonably predict that I wouldn't neglect myself to death for sheer lack of energy (as proven over the course of the past week, this is every bit the real danger I have been thinking it was).

  • I haven't forgotten about demon porn! Except for that brief moment when I actually literally forgot I had written demon porn and was thinking I hadn't written any porn in years. But no, I do still occasionally think about it, and at some point if I ever again have the time and the brain I will keep on writing it.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
EVERYONE IS REALLY ATTRACTIVE AND I'M PLEASED

STEVE ROGERS NEEDS TO MAKE OUT WITH EVERYOOOOOOOOOOOONE

HE NEEDS TO MAKE OUT WITH BUCKY HE NEEDS TO MAKE OUT WITH FALCON HE NEEDS TO MAKE OUT WITH NATASHA

that's pretty much all i have to say XD
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I got myself a Slack, because Slack is cool. If you feel like being a member of the Pythian sounding board - which basically means you get to see bits of my writing before they are released to the general public and listen to me mutter about my plotting, characterization, and excessive love of spreadsheets - just tell me what email address I should send an invite to. :D

Edit: Now that I have a little more brain going, a slightly more sensible explanation: Slack is a communication tool meant for smallish companies. A Slack instance is more or less a private collection of chatrooms with a bunch of really handy features. I'm using mine to blather about current and future fic or writing projects, including demon porn and the Sword of No.
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So it all started with a dream about banging a demon, and now it is 3600 words of Actual Legit Original Fic You Guys, periodically going up on my tumblr under the oh-so-descriptive demon porn dream tag. (It still contains no actual porn, but there is an increasing amount of naked demon parts!) At some point I might put it somewhere else. Somewhere with, like, comments.

edit: Like AO3! Say hello to Practical Demonology. :D
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I have decided that my brain is the Serenity of brains, piloted by Tiny Brain Pilot River Tam and maintained by Tiny Brain Mechanic Kaylee Frye.

The analogy proceeds thusly: sometimes (fairly frequently, these days) it runs out of fuel or has some kind of critical failure. Its operator is smart as hell but not especially reliable, and may be prone to taking unexpected directions or needing downtime at inconvenient moments. It has significant problems in several major systems and there is no part of it that hasn't seen better days. But its kludgy re-routings get the job done, to a degree that's really kind of impressive once you know how much of them is made of creatively applied duct tape. It is, against all odds, still flying.

Also, somebody keeps having sex in the engine room.
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So Toronto just got hit by an ice storm. I'm fine, everyone I know is fine, last I heard on the news there were no serious injuries or deaths, but a shitload of traffic lights are out - I took the bus to my grandma's and although I wasn't looking on the way there, on the way back there wasn't a single working traffic light on the route - and large swathes of the city don't have power. The icicles hanging from the power lines look like Christmas decorations.

I'm one of the lucky few who has both mostly reliable power and mostly reliable internet, but that might change if the wrong tree falls down, so don't fret too hard if you don't hear from me for a little while.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
happy birfday to me

i have ice cream cake and dragons

and debilitating fatigue

hooray
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
I dreamed I was sexually assaulted by a boat.

No, it didn't make all that much more sense than you are imagining.

Also, the boat was a subway train - I waited for it on what was basically a subway platform extended over the surface of an underground lake. That part was actually pretty cool in a dream logic sort of way.

I'm adding this to the pile of "things I have dreamed that really seem like they should have been nightmares but were actually just funny". I mean, a boat, you guys. XDDD
lienne: A happy, whirring cartoon chainsaw. (emotion: gleeful (perhaps deranged))
Who here plays Flight Rising and doesn't know me already? :D

lookit my pretty babies

hahahahaha

Jun. 27th, 2013 07:35 am
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
So first I had an absolutely fascinating dream involving an ancient gate to some kind of hell dimension that was going to kill a bunch of people to unleash hell on Earth, and in the dream I was one of the prospective sacrifices and I had to run around and find a magical artifact with which to destroy the gate before it could suck out my soul. There was some eldritch chanting involved.

Then I woke up, and it just so happened that the way I had left my computer chair angled last night made its silhouette against my window look exactly like an enormous penis. This was literally almost the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I was somewhat confused until I figured out what was going on.

Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted vertebrates: my life.
lienne: Outer space. (emotion: not in touch with reality)
No clear communication about it, just a document in the mail that you traditionally get after you have ceased to be employed somewhere. I emailed my former quasi-boss and I'm going in tomorrow to give back my company laptop and so forth.

So, that's a thing.

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