lienne: Craig Olejnik staring in total noncomprehension. (emotion: bewildered)
The title of this post is an exact transcription of what I spluttered immediately on reading the last sentence of Robin McKinley's Pegasus.

If you are at all fond of closure and are thinking of reading that book, don't. It doesn't end; it stops. The last scene, the last sentence, the last word, just compounds the problems that have been mounting since the book started, none of them are ever resolved, and I am given to understand that Robin McKinley doesn't do sequels.
lienne: Several beads painted with smiling faces. (emotion: friendly)
But holy shit, you guys, it worked.

(#MooreandMe post. May contain triggery material in post or comments—I can't keep the full details in my head right now because my thoughtpole count is still a little screwed.)
lienne: Craig Olejnik staring in total noncomprehension. (emotion: bewildered)
Every week after class I take the subway to the end of the line and then get on a bus to go the rest of the way home.

Lately the station is being renovated; they're fixing up one of the escalators and, for reasons that escape me, replacing all the doors leading out to the bus platform from the waiting area.

Which is how I ended up last night coming upon the amazing visual of a big sign proclaiming BARRIER FREE ACCESS TO BUSES over a doorway from which the door had been removed. And temporarily replaced with wooden planks. A barrier, you might say.

If only I'd had a camera, I would've made it a macro.

!!!

Sep. 29th, 2010 10:42 pm
lienne: An anime character making a gesture of correction. (emotion: pedantic)
Guys guys guys GUYS

guys

there is this fic

actually there are three fics

they are for the BBC Sherlock

and they have reduced me to nothing but exclamation marks

seriously, look at me, I am not actually made of human parts anymore, there is just ! for flesh and ! for hair and ! for bone and ! for blood

would you like to read these fics?

you would!

well here they are.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
Trigger warning I guess; also, I feel it is important to say before I start writing the rest of this entry that I am in no danger, and you can stop worrying now.

A dramatic retelling of my thought processes. )

Really, I just need to pin down my sleep schedule and stick to it like a burr. And people wonder why I try not to screw around with my wakeup/sleep times. Fuck. If I wasn't going to bed within spitting distance of midnight and waking up within spitting distance of dawn, maybe I could get a better handle on this bullshit.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
My dad is an incompetent seamstress. I, on the other hand, just undid six inches of tight stitching with a toothpick. Who's the man? I'm the man.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
I have discovered in myself an unexpected love of Jake Gyllenhaal getting mocked and fleeing from things. (I already know I like to watch men with long hair kicking ass. ♥ Leverage.)

That movie was basically fucking awesome. My one complaint: they could've cast, y'know, a Persian to play the Prince of Persia. On the other hand, then he wouldn't have been Jake Gyllenhaal. On the gripping hand, maybe he would've been even awesomer! We will never know.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
So okay, we had Christmas brunch with Dad's side of the family today.

From my uncle Johnny, who is wonderful, I received the following book:

Pride and Prejudice
and Zombies


by Jane Austen and
Seth Grahame-Smith


It's not, in fact, written on the cover in blinky text, but it should be.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
THIS IS REALLY IRRITATING

I MEAN REALLY

I CAN"T TYPE ANYFUCKINGTHING IN LOWERCASE EXCEPT BY USING THE capslock key< WHICH DOES NOTHING TO SOLVE MY LITTLE PUNCTUATION PROBLEM> ALSO< EVERY LINK I CLICK OPENS IN A NEW WINDOW> :(

ETA: I managed to unstick it, but I am now relegated exclusively to left shift. Which means I type a fraction of a second slower per capital letter, since I always used to use right shift and making the switch requires attentiveness and effort.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
COLM FEORE

COLM FEORE

COLM FUCKING FEORE

WHY DID NOBODY FUCKING TELL ME FUCKING CYRANO DE FUCKING BERGERAC WAS IN THIS FUCKING SHOW

COLM FUCKING FEORE
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
I dreamed I was a man-- I mean, physically.

That wasn't the bizarre part.

No, the bizarre part came after that. )

Some effort has been made to preserve the pure nonsensicality of the original, but even just remembering it in order to tell the story, my brain forces some semblance of coherency onto it as a self-defense mechanism. I completely omitted the long, detailed chase scene in search of CGB before the start of the retelling, for example. It made no sense in the very literal way where two consecutive moments did not necessarily happen in the same place or concern the same objects at all.

:(

Sep. 20th, 2008 05:52 am
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
It's six in the morning.

What:

1. am I doing up this early, seriously, the fuck

2. is up with the slightly gritty phlegm I just extracted from my throat, I mean, am I just a walking disaster zone today?

3. should I do to fall back asleep again

4. is wrong with this picture

D:

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