Yuletide

Dec. 20th, 2011 09:18 pm
oxfordtweed: Manny Bianco holding a sign that reads 'Oh no!' (Oh no - Manny)
I think I've finally worked out how to fix this. As in, I've got some notes down that contain a fair amount of the original story elements, though not really in the original order. I still don't actually know where it's going though.

The best thing to do at this point is to sleep on it, I think. I've written more in less time; I think I can get this thing back to finished by 5pm PST on the 22d.


fehhh on all of this.


In other news, Bill will be in town for Christmas. We're going to try to get together and maybe go out for drinks and go attempt to watch the Sherlock Holmes sequel. Because I am, apparently, a glutton for punishment.

AAUUUUUUGH

Dec. 18th, 2011 01:26 pm
oxfordtweed: Dexter Morgan lies face down in a large pool of blood, with 'FAIL.' written over top (Fail - Dexter)
My Yuletide fic. Gone. Completely fucking vanished because the computer shut down before I could save and no temp files appear to exist. FUCK


The irony of this situation, considering the fandom that I am writing for, does not escape me. In fact, it pisses me off because I SHOULD FUCKING KNOW BETTER. AUGH
oxfordtweed: (Sheep - Buster)
This one was apparently following everyone in the building home. He's a tiny little scruffbag that could do with a good trim. I think he's a chihuahua mix of some sort. I don't know. I don't think chihuahuas are supposed to get quite this fluffy.

He's been following me around all day. Won't go more than two or three feet away from me, and even put up a fuss when I went to have a bath. Now that I'm back out here, he's gone to sleep. But just watch, he'll spring up again just as soon as I get up to do something.


In other news, I need to finish a fic tonight. Ugh, it's like pulling teeth. Where is my motivation? Fu
oxfordtweed: (Doctor Who - More Sonic)
It's because I just bit into some positively pink and gooey chicken. Well, I say bit into. There was swallowing as well, because I was too busy reading my email and carrying on a conversation to pay attention to what I was eating. The other two are swearing up and down that the chicken was pre-cooked. My money's on me winding up in hospital with Salmonella. Or is it E. Coli that you get from uncooked chicken?

Either way, I'll probably wind up with something. This is why I shouldn't eat when I'm not hungry. I pay less attention. Not eating at all today was definitely the safer option. Ah, well. I guess I am a bit overdue for incompetent hospital staff sticking needles in my arms for a few days.

Anyone want to place any bets? Which will kill off Zed by next week?


They've brought the chicken back, supposedly re-cooked. I'm having a second go at it, because it has been over a day since I've eaten anything, and I really should.
oxfordtweed: (Does Not Approve - Mycroft)
It's because I just bit into some positively pink and gooey chicken. Well, I say bit into. There was swallowing as well, because I was too busy reading my email and carrying on a conversation to pay attention to what I was eating. The other two are swearing up and down that the chicken was pre-cooked. My money's on me winding up in hospital with Salmonella. Or is it E. Coli that you get from uncooked chicken?
Either way, I'll probably wind up with something. This is why I shouldn't eat when I'm not hungry. I pay less attention. Not eating at all today was definitely the safer option. Ah, well. I guess I am a bit overdue for incompetent hospital staff sticking needles in my arms for a few days.

Anyone want to place any bets? Which will kill off Zed by next week?


They've brought the chicken back, supposedly re-cooked. I'm having a second go at it, because it has been over a day since I've eaten anything, and I really should.

Arglefuck

Mar. 10th, 2011 11:57 pm
oxfordtweed: (Donovan - Human Eyes)

So, no one bothered to communicate that Joe got off work at 11:30, rather than 7:30. So it's midnight. And we're on our way to Henderson.

Yep.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

Hmm, yes

Feb. 15th, 2011 01:11 pm
oxfordtweed: (Ongoing - Sherlock)
So, I just talked to the apartment complex that Uses Our Internet Guy referred me to the other night.

$425 for a one-bedroom, about a block away from where we're at now, and even has a dishwasher in the unit. Laundry is still separate, but there are FOUR facilities on the property for it, rather than four washing machines total (like what we've got now).

With electric, which is the only extra, we'll be paying less than we are now for a flat that's about twice the size of where we're at now. Yes, I do think we'll be moving within the next month.

mmm

Jan. 30th, 2011 01:14 pm
oxfordtweed: (Sheep - Buster)
Venti, Supertramp, dressing gown, and a hot water bottle under my feet.


Life is, dare I say it, good.

Wahey!

Jan. 20th, 2011 01:08 pm
oxfordtweed: Nicholas Angel holding a peace lily and looking sad about it (Peace Lily - Nicholas)
New post from my new netbook!

It's going to take a bit of getting used to, since this whole thing is only half the width of my desktop keyboard. But new netbook!

eurrrrrrgh

Dec. 8th, 2010 09:23 pm
oxfordtweed: (Watson - WTF)
At this moment, I have 185 gigabytes worth of assorted data to back-up. I have 30 DVDs remaining, which have been failing at a rate of about 1/3, so I realistically have probably closer to 20 DVDs. I really hate having to pick and choose what I want to save. And even without such a huge fail rate, I'd still need about ten more than I have.

As of this typing, I have been working at backing stuff up for about 13 hours. Maintaining the rate I've been going today, I can probably finish sometime around probably 2:00-3:00 tomorrow afternoon. And then I get to completely to a full system reformat, which hopefully does not just catastrophically fail.

I want my email back. I want my sound back. I want to get out of fucking safe mode and away from 800x600 resolution. I want this thing to stop shitting all over itself every time I ask it to do anything beyond opening Firefox (which is, apparently, even occasionally too much to ask).

I need to go to bed.

Also, fuck

Dec. 2nd, 2010 11:52 am
oxfordtweed: (Not Amused - Chandler)
Recently, our apartment building was bought out. When we moved in, it was extremely low-rent (which had been the appeal of moving here in the first place). It's the sort of apartment building that's really common in this area of town, in that it started off life, long ago, as a hotel, and had been later converted to a more full-time living space. I've lived in buildings like this before, and while they don't always work properly, there's a certain sort of odd charm to them.

The new management isn't going to change the fact that this building used to be a hotel, but they do seem to be trying to change the fact that it doesn't always work. They've just finished up a massive landscaping project outside, redoing a lot of the masonry bits in the car park and replacing the dirt with grass (fake grass, granted. This is Las Vegas, after all. But it's very nice-looking fake grass, and was probably very expensive). After that, they started fixing up the corridors outside. They've fixed all the busted lights, have been patching up the ceiling bits, and are supposedly about to start working on fixing the floors, since they act like they're about to crumble away into oblivion.

Now they're working on renovating every single unit in the building. Intelligently, they're starting with the units that are currently empty, and will eventually move on to the units that are occupied. Don't ask me how they plan on doing that. I have no idea. But I've poked my head into some of the units that they're currently working on. All new kitchen appliances, new cabinets, new flooring throughout, new AC units, and fresh paint on the walls. This is shaping up to be an expensive damn project, and it leaves me wondering where they're going next.

But THIS IS A GOOD THING. And I have to keep telling myself this.

Anyone who's known me for a while probably knows that I'm jumpy, nervous, panicky, and generally hate anything that moves or makes noise suddenly. I have got builders right above me, and have for the last week. Before that, they were in the unit next door. Any time I hear any sort of noise, now, I want to jump out of my skin. For reasons I can't properly explain, I'm starting to feel rather frightened to just be sitting here in my own front room. All the pounding and rattling going on has rattled something loose in my brain, or something. Someone knocked on my door yesterday, and I nearly had a heart attack.


And people wonder why I don't drink caffeine.
oxfordtweed: (Stig - Top Gear)
We may be getting a motorised scooter from a friend. For free. Because he's getting a motorcycle.

I'm not sure what sort it is, but still. Free scooter, man!
oxfordtweed: (Do Panic - Arthur)
So, I've imported everything from this year. I've got about a year and a half's worth of stuff, but for the sake of making everything feel like home, I'm moving everything over.

Unless you go looking for the entries, y'all should probably never notice a difference, since I'm using Semagic to import everything, and it automatically backdates stuff. The thing I really like, though? It remembers which icons and tags I used on the original entry, and the music I was listening to (there's a huge streak of posts with the Mr Blue icon, because I hadn't imported all of my icons by that point, so it just defaulted to the... well, the default).


We're supposed to go to a friend's today to play some sort of Werewolf D&D-type game. Well, he's Ryan's friend. I don't particularly want to go, because I can never figure out these sorts of games, and that always results in me getting frustrated and then I just start to cry. I do not like to cry, and I especially do not like it when there are other people around. But, I promised Ryan I'd go, and he never does anything with friends, so it seems important that I go with him.

I'm also really hungry. I've just realised this. And I've just realised that I don't remember the last time I ate. Uhm...

Hrm...

Jul. 9th, 2010 02:57 pm
oxfordtweed: Jeremy Clarkson inside a Peel P50 microcar (Jezza - Peel P50)
I need to find a way to raise about $3000. To quote Jeremy Clarkson's famous "last words," how hard can it be?


(This is not for bills, nor is it for any sort of dire circumstance. Instead, it's for a project which has the potential to either be a LOT of fun, or an incredible disaster.)
oxfordtweed: Sgt Deskjob from Hot Fuzz, with a small white heart on the left and 'Enabler' on the bottom (Enabler - Travis)
Actually, I'm not any sort of god at all. That just seemed like a good title, and is a sort of play on the song that I'm currently listening to.

Anyway, I've just returned from Portland. Well, not just returned. I've been home for a couple of hours, now, but I've been home long enough to have lunch and take a bath and watch this week's episode of Top Gear with Ryan, I'm telling you, though, it is good to be back. I'm not freezing, and I don't have to worry about my parents cooking things that I can't eat, and I can just sit around in my dressing gown.

But, around 6:00 this morning, as I was sitting in the terminal whilst waiting for my flight home, I decided to check my Twitter, and see if there was anything interesting going on. As I laughed Conan's daily tweet (from yesterday), I noticed something Penn was hawking on his feed. Turns out, it was an invite to go watch them film a special for ABC tonight. So, providing I don't pass out between now and then, that's where I'll be tonight. Or more likely, I'll probably be asleep.


And for those who don't follow my Twitter, I'll have up a more in-depth entry about my trip probably tomorrow. Or later today.


It depends on whether or not I pass out.
oxfordtweed: Richard Hammond eating a paper card (Hammond - Card)
The last time I went anywhere was my birthday. Ryan and I went to Disneyland, and that was a lot of fun. I really love long road trips. That is the one thing that I miss about the Army, was the time off. Being able to just go spend a few days in San Francisco to watch robots beat the shit out of one another (and that is a really wonderful reason to visit San Francisco, actually).

Before that, I had the world's worst holiday in September or something. It was a whole lot of plans falling through, nearly getting killed, and my grandmother in hospital. That's hardly a holiday.

I'm leaving on Tuesday again. I'm leaving a whole fortnight later than I'd wanted, and as a result, my stay won't be as long as anticipated. But still, it's a trip. I'm going *somewhere*.


I don't travel enough. Call me nuts, but I miss spending hours, or even days at a time on the road. It's such a weird way to spend time, but damn, I love it. You meet weird people, the trip is never the same experience, and you're seeing the world around you.

I've just decided, just now, that I'm going to start travelling more often. And you know what? Not just to Portland. There are a lot of places I'd love to go, and be able to see. I may want to find a travel buddy, because it is kinda scary out there, but it's also a good sort of scary. The same sort of scary that happens when you ride public transit for the first time, or start your first day at college.


Who wants to travel with me?
oxfordtweed: Shaun Riley (from Shaun of the Dead) looking sad, with a speech bubble containing :( (Shaun - :()
So, I just outright deleted my other journal entry. But the sentiment still holds true. How can you miss something you never had?

I've had a chat with someone who's more or less been in the situation I found myself in this morning, and it's help a little. Not much, but a little. I'm drained. I'm exhausted. I'm annoyed, pissed off, hurt; I feel fucking gypped.

Some of y'all have heard, and even perpetuated, the joke that Ryan and I are Chandler and Monica, but just a few years behind. Well, now I'm sort of wishing I hadn't made those jokes. It's a Funny Aneurysm is what it fucking is. Only a million times worse, because I am not a character on a sitcom.

But to cut to the chase, I found out today that having children is not something that's ever likely to happen with Ryan and me. Apparently, he's a carrier for a genetic disorder, wherein the child is born with their skull already fused together. It also has a whole separate set of complications, but yeah. I can't find much about it online, but most of his cousins have it, and apparently he has some of the milder symptoms, but none of the severe ones.

Knowing this, it sort of explains a lot about his behaviour recently. I'm... nowhere near close to coping, but whatever.


And because I refuse to look at any situation with a negative perspective, here's the rather desperate, clutching-at-straws silver lining:

There's no need to ever worry about getting out of apartment living, or even out of our itty bitty studio, and I can continue to have my collection of swords and other sharp and/or dangerous weapons on display. I like my swords and guns and stuff, and I like my tiny apartment, and I like having my collectables out where they can be appreciated, and not worry about them getting damaged.

Horribly petty and materialistic silver lining, but it's something.
oxfordtweed: Cybermen throwing gang signs (Cybermen - Werd)
So, after some debate, I broke down and bought a ticket for Conan's Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Televisionn Tour. Tickets are kind of spendy, but this may be the last chance I ever get to see this man perform live. I was really looking forward to the possibility of seeing him host the Tonight Show, but then NBC sacked him, which just sucks for everybody.

Yeah, the tickets are expensive. And yeah, I don't usually like the sort of atmosphere that goes with live shows, but this is something that I really want to do.

The deciding factor for this, and the factor that outweighs my panic attack issues is why he's doing this tour. Conan is not getting a cent from this whole thing. 100% of the profit is going to pay the members of his former staff who weren't able to get an exit clause in their contracts. He's already spent a fortune of his own money to pay these people, and they deserve it. Most of his staff were former Late Night staff who uprooted their entire families to move to LA for what they'd assumed would be job security. Now they're in LA, where people with their skills and talents are a dime a dozen.

Most of the crew on his live tour are former Late Night/Tonight Show staff. It's all but been officially confirmed that the staff of whatever his next television project (probably on FOX) is will be the same staff.

Conan is awesome for so many reasons. If you're a fan, I strongly suggest checking his tour dates and trying to go if he's playing near you. Because, really, it's going toward a good cause.

Conan's "Don't Be Cynical" speech
Conan's "People of Earth" address
oxfordtweed: Richard Hammond and James May peering off into the distance (Hammond and James - distant)
Which is weird, because it doesn't really seem like anything is happening lately.

The issue with Ryan's cheque seems to have been (mostly) resolved. He should, in theory, be getting the bit that they owe him tonight, and then all is taken care of. There's a bit more of it to that, but that's mostly it.

The other day, Ryan got bored, and made a Craigslist personals ad on my behalf. I got about a million responses to my email from a bunch of creeps, and even one creep I used to work with. I have been talking to one of the guys that emailed me, though. He seems pretty okay. I dunno, I might see about meeting him up at the Crown and Anchor or something. Dunno. I'm kind of weird about meeting new people sometimes, so this will either be a good opportunity to meet someone new, or I shall chicken out and not do anything. Betting pool is officially open.

I need to be cleaning the house today. But I'm not. Instead, I've been reading [livejournal.com profile] ohnotheydidnt. But the building is spraying for pests, which is nice, because I'm sick of all the bugs. I've not got much to do. I just don't feel like doing it.

Writing is going strong. This week's episode is planned and plotted and up on the board. It's going to be a "funny to only myself" episode, though. I can already tell. How can I tell? Because most of the jokes are car jokes. Which is sort of fitting, since Monica and Chandler are buying a car. Sorry. I'm a nerd. Can't help it.



There's some cookie dough in the fridge that's calling my name...
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And goddamnit, it's going to work.

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