oxfordtweed: (Angst - Sherlock)
Does anyone know, in average word count, what the approximate maximum length of posts on DW is. I know it was ~9-10k on LJ, but it seems to be a bit more than that over here.
oxfordtweed: (Cabin Pressure - Fly Into a Mountain)
Or, if you're just feeling helpful in general, I need some.

As you may or may not know, [personal profile] cabinpres_fic has recently moved to DW, which has made me cry like a six-year-old girl. No. Actually, that's a great thing, and I'm glad it did.

OK, it's still making me cry, because that means that the prompt index is all fucked up (the spreadsheet too, but I am not the spreadsheet person). Basically, I NEED HELP changing all of the links on the index from LJ to DW. D:

If you can help, let me know. Also, I secretly have mod rights over there, so I can switch the comment pages to the horrible new ones so this work-around can...uh, work for anyone without a paid account on LJ (which I wouldn't blame you if you don't have one).
oxfordtweed: (WTF? - Corbin)
Who here is both into Sherlock Holmes and has seen at least one Die Hard film, preferably the first?

I need to whitter at someone.

*flail*

Oct. 27th, 2011 03:27 am
oxfordtweed: (Watson - Small Children)
Oh god, everything's all different. How do I DreamWidth? D:
oxfordtweed: (I like it that way - Sherlock)
Someone IM me on your messenger of choice. I have a fic-related problem that I need to sort out.

Info is on my profile if you don't already have it.

Fuck

Mar. 15th, 2011 05:41 am
oxfordtweed: Harold Chasen covered in blood and wretching violently (Wretch - Harold)
I was just standing outside, looking at the stars, as one does when it's dark and there's nothing else to do. Out of my peripheral, I spotted my annoyingly chatty neighbour. Well, ex-neighbour. He was evicted a few months ago, but he still hangs around for some reason. Not terribly sure that he's allowed to, but this building is kind of a bit... iffy.

Soon as I saw him, I ducked back inside and locked the door, having no desire to be hugged by someone who reeks of marijuana, or be talked to in circles for the next 40 minutes. I don't care what he does for a living. I don't care that his lady left him. I don't care about him. He annoys me and scares me. Also, he reeks of marijuana. I think I said that already, but that's reason enough to wish to avoid close contact with him.

He saw me. I know he did, because he's knocking at my door. And won't go away. I'd call the cops again, but he always manages to fuck off before they get here. So now I'm just ignoring him yelling through my door at not-even-six-in-the-morning.

GO AWAY, EX-NEIGHBOUR PERSON. I DO NOT LIKE YOU.

Fuck

Mar. 15th, 2011 05:41 am
oxfordtweed: Tony Fisher looking confused at something (Wot? - Tony)
I was just standing outside, looking at the stars, as one does when it's dark and there's nothing else to do. Out of my peripheral, I spotted my annoyingly chatty neighbour. Well, ex-neighbour. He was evicted a few months ago, but he still hangs around for some reason. Not terribly sure that he's allowed to, but this building is kind of a bit... iffy.

Soon as I saw him, I ducked back inside and locked the door, having no desire to be hugged by someone who reeks of marijuana, or be talked to in circles for the next 40 minutes. I don't care what he does for a living. I don't care that his lady left him. I don't care about him. He annoys me and scares me. Also, he reeks of marijuana. I think I said that already, but that's reason enough to wish to avoid close contact with him.

He saw me. I know he did, because he's knocking at my door. And won't go away. I'd call the cops again, but he always manages to fuck off before they get here. So now I'm just ignoring him yelling through my door at not-even-six-in-the-morning.

GO AWAY, EX-NEIGHBOUR PERSON. I DO NOT LIKE YOU.
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So. I was never able to get Windows 7 installed. Twice, I went through the process, and twice, it aborted itself halfway through. So, I'm still running Vista.

Annoyingly, I can get into the 'extra' login on the computer, and everything works just fine. The main one, though. Somehow fucked. It blue screens, and freezes, and is trying to give me an aneurysm or something.

Luckily, the second login on the computer is able to do everything except run Trillian or Thunderbird, for reasons I am not even going to begin to try to fathom. It can, however, run virus and malware scans, which is what I've spent the day doing so far. And since I can't run Trillian or Thunderbird, there's very little reason to actually be on the computer. So, my day has been spent largely listening to the Velvets and giving the kitchen a good, deep scrub. The kitchen looks fucking amazing, now. I don't think it's been this shiny since we moved in. I'll probably move onto the bathroom next, depending on how long this system scan takes, and whether or not I'm able to get into the main account afterward. If it is, fantastic! I'll make myself some cucumber sandwiches and spend the rest of the evening pretending to be a vegetable in front of the computer.

If it doesn't work, then.... well, I have a plan. It's a terrible, annoying plan and I loathe to do it, but it's so far the only other plan I have.

I've determined that the issue with installing Windows 7 lies with the install disc I have. There's a flaw, small but visible, in the inner third of the disc. I cannot afford to purchase a copy, because I need to fix the Xbox, which will cost just as much. I do, however, have the means by which to burn every single fucking file I have to DVD, and perform a full system wipe and reinstall. I don't want to do this. It's a nightmare, and I really, really, really don't want to go through the hassle of putting everything BACK onto the computer when I'm done. But, whatever. If I have to, I will.

If I'm not online by tomorrow, this is exactly what's happening.



Also, it would appear that the kitchen tap is now dripping. FANTASTIC.
oxfordtweed: Movie!verse Arthur Dent looking annoyed, with text reading 'Irked' on the upper right (Irked - Arthur)
If yesterday sucked, today is shaping up to be the worst.

First, the Xbox red-ringed AGAIN. It's also out of warranty now, so that's $120 to get it fixed. GRAH.

While that was being a dick, the computer froze up on me, so I restarted. Now I can't boot back into Windows. Every time I try, I get a fucking BSOD. I managed once to get into Windows, only to get a pop-up telling me that an unauthorised change has been made to the OS, and that I'm no longer allowed to use it.

Uhm, what?

Luckily, I have Ubuntu. I don't really like it, but it works until I can reinstall everything. I might just say fuck it and upgrade to 7, since I've got discs for that somewhere around here. I don't much like 7 either, but it's better than Ubuntu.

I'm very annoyed. I can't get to anything I NEED, because Ubuntu doesn't like Microsoft files.



Not happy.



ETA: This will likely affect RP, since I haven't got the proper email addresses set up on this system. I think this affects specifically Ford Prefect, Gus Dickinson, Travis Martin, and Penn.
oxfordtweed: (Dr Who - Internet Burns)
Either way, I need some portable speakers. By portable, I mean fairly inexpensive, able to plug into my iPhone, remain concealed in a backpack, and be loud enough to be heard, oh... in a busy market square or on a commuter train.

Since I think two of you are in Portland, and I plan on bringing at least one of you with me, the plan is to play a few "random" sounds, descretely, from my iPhone, and play them through the speakers. I'm thinking a Dalek shreiking "EXTERMINATE" on the MAX, and various TARDIS landing and taking off tracks at Saturday Market and Pioneer Courthouse Square. And maybe anywhere else I can find that's plently crowded. Ideally, I want to videotape this. Hopefully, I can figure out why my little spy cam is being a dick, but if not, I'll just have to get creative.

Of course, the iPhone is not as loud as one might wish it to be, and the speakers I do have really suck. For this to work, I need something that can be louder than an iPhone.


Any suggestions on brand and/or where to find something like this? I've wanted to pull this little stunt for well over a year, and the speakers have been the only things holding me back. D:
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Anybody who's ever seen my writing process knows that there's a lot of paper involved. Main plotlines, expanding ideas, streamlining ideas, organising ideas, and maybe then I can start writing.

It's a lot of note cards is what it is. Depending on the length of the story, sometimes up to 50.

I've just figure out what I need. Opaque note card-sized bits of plastic film (overhead projector film would be ideal... only opaque) and some pens for it. I know where to get the pens, but does anyone have any idea where to get the film? Or even know what I'm talking about? I'd need probably 100-150, but I'd never have to buy them again, which is sort of the appeal.
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I once again found myself in hospital this week. And it was possibly the least pleasant hospital experience I've ever had.

Wednesday, I started feeling really nasty, but didn't think much of it, so I went to bed like normal. When I woke up around 9pm that night, I felt like I was gonna die. I tried putting an ice pack on my stomach, and that didn't help. I tried drinking some Sprite, and was barely able to keep that down, tried a warm bath, and that just made me want to be sick. I even tried distraction therapy, in the form of watching Casualty, but by midnight, things had gotten so bad that Ryan finally called an ambulance for me.

The nice medics came round in a matter of minutes and even put my drip needle further up my arm for me, rather than in my elbow (because that's the worst, imo), and they took me up to Sunrise, which is about four blocks away from here.

In hospital was a totally different matter. I spent three hours on a trolley, in a corridor outside of triage, in front of a door to the ambulance bay, so I wound up so damn cold that the shivers had made me nearly sick several times.

Eventually, I did finally did get moved to a cubicle, where I sat for long enough to get some pain meds, and then was moved to a very noisy corridor where I lay ignored until nearly noon. The only time anybody really paid any attention to me was when I sicked up all over the floor, and even then, it took them several minutes to realise what had happened. When they finally remembered that I needed a CT scan, they came round, took me over for that and then just put me right back in the same spot where I was ignored for another two hours. By 2:00, I was so annoyed by everything that I told one of the nurses to either get me moved like they said they were going to eight hours before, or I was just gonna discharge myself. That seemed to do the trick, because they finally called up to have me moved, and by 3:00, I finally got brought out of ER and into a ward.

Up in the ward, it was a bit hard to get attention still, but most of that was owed to my room mate, a 97 year old woman with dementia. I felt bad for it, but she did make me laugh more than a few times -- particularly when she took off all her clothes and pulled out her IV.

Around 6pm, they took me down for an ultrasound, and after they brought me back up, they let me have a bit of Jello, which was the first thing I'd eaten since Wednesday afternoon. They also let me up to walk around a bit, which was nice, because after lying on that trolley for so long, my back had been killing me. And apparently my hip had gone, but I hadn't noticed before because I hadn't been allowed on my feet yet.

They gave me something different than morphine this time (I can't remember what it was), and between whatever it was and being stuck in bed constantly, I couldn't keep my eyes open longer than twenty minutes at a time. I'd be watching something on tv, and the next thing I knew, something else would be on, suddenly.

[livejournal.com profile] glam_jam was there for most of the time, and round 2:00am, Ryan showed back up (he'd left just before they moved me, to go get some sleep). He came with comics, which only made it marginally easier to stay awake, but I found that the more I got up and moved around (mainly because they kept pumping saline into me, so I had to constantly pee), I got a bit more energy back.

Round about 8-ish, they gave me breakfast, of Jello, tea, and chicken broth. Because they still hadn't figured out wtf was wrong with me, after taking bloods thrice, urine twice, and all the the other scans. Around 10:30, I finally saw a doctor, and she said that everything came back negative, which is just another way of saying they had no idea what was wrong with me, and so they were just going to send me home. Even that didn't happen until noon, though (that was yesterday).

So, I came home, and still feeling the pain meds they had given me, I thought I was feeling better, but apparently, I'm not. I still feel like I'm going to sick all over my own socks, and have one hell of a headache, probably from still passing out randomly and sleeping forever. I've managed to eat a bit more today, though. Bit of cereal, some soup, and even got daring with a slice of pizza. I'm keeping a tupperware on close hand, though. Just in case.

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