I am, officially, the worst friend in the world. I have no idea what's going on with you fine people, nor do I anticipate catching up with y'all anytime soon. I'd apologize, but you've heard it before and know I'm not likely to change anytime in the near future. Actually, I'm seriously contemplating deleting this journal. My paid time expires in May, and I don't want to renew it, nor do I want to go down to six icons, so...
I know; nothing new there.
Keeping with the nothing new theme...
+ On a fanish note, I am still in the process of editing Decoding the Subtext. I know. The sad part is that I'm only on HOUND (about the halfway mark). I would say something about me sucking, but I think it's probably normal to hate the editing process. I'm also in the process of reviewing the BBC radio dramatizations, but I've been working on that for a while now too. Everything else seems to be on hold. Oddly, I'm quite okay with that.
+ On the reading front, I'd forgotten how utterly witty Oscar Wilde was. I just finished reading a collection of his lesser known short stories (oh, obscurity, thou art delightful) and, yeah; sort of fell in love there. So freaking funny. I'm now being brave and diving head first into Don Quixote (I know, not Victorian, but in this instance insanity trumps era --it's a kink). Still trucking along with The Bible. And, oddly, still enjoying it immensely.
+ On the health front, I just got back from having an abdominal ultrasound. It's a precautionary measure, to go along with all my other tests, but aside from being forced to go a morning without breakfast (don't worry, I've eaten since) I'm doing decidedly well. I did pull a neck muscle a few days ago, which I've since had to have massage therapy for, and I overdosed on a multivitamin, which did very bad things to me (note to self: stop listening to your doctor and listen only to your naturopath), but otherwise, smooth sailings on the health front. I swear, since September, I've added 5 years to my life. Awesome.
+ This is probably not of interest to anyone but me, but we're studying tribal style belly dance this term! Holy squee, people. I've actually seriously considered moving to San Francisco (the birthplace of Tribal) just to study it full time. The costumes, people! The costumes!
I think that's about it. I'm still writing letters, if sporadically. I'm trying to be very laisse faire about the whole thing, so my aim is quality above quantity. I am presently a little preoccupied by a) spring, b) family matters, and c) trip planning, so if I'm noticeably absent, that is why.
I know; nothing new there.
Keeping with the nothing new theme...
+ On a fanish note, I am still in the process of editing Decoding the Subtext. I know. The sad part is that I'm only on HOUND (about the halfway mark). I would say something about me sucking, but I think it's probably normal to hate the editing process. I'm also in the process of reviewing the BBC radio dramatizations, but I've been working on that for a while now too. Everything else seems to be on hold. Oddly, I'm quite okay with that.
+ On the reading front, I'd forgotten how utterly witty Oscar Wilde was. I just finished reading a collection of his lesser known short stories (oh, obscurity, thou art delightful) and, yeah; sort of fell in love there. So freaking funny. I'm now being brave and diving head first into Don Quixote (I know, not Victorian, but in this instance insanity trumps era --it's a kink). Still trucking along with The Bible. And, oddly, still enjoying it immensely.
+ On the health front, I just got back from having an abdominal ultrasound. It's a precautionary measure, to go along with all my other tests, but aside from being forced to go a morning without breakfast (don't worry, I've eaten since) I'm doing decidedly well. I did pull a neck muscle a few days ago, which I've since had to have massage therapy for, and I overdosed on a multivitamin, which did very bad things to me (note to self: stop listening to your doctor and listen only to your naturopath), but otherwise, smooth sailings on the health front. I swear, since September, I've added 5 years to my life. Awesome.
+ This is probably not of interest to anyone but me, but we're studying tribal style belly dance this term! Holy squee, people. I've actually seriously considered moving to San Francisco (the birthplace of Tribal) just to study it full time. The costumes, people! The costumes!
I think that's about it. I'm still writing letters, if sporadically. I'm trying to be very laisse faire about the whole thing, so my aim is quality above quantity. I am presently a little preoccupied by a) spring, b) family matters, and c) trip planning, so if I'm noticeably absent, that is why.
Well, I'm home. I was actually home yesterday, but didn't really have a chance to hop online. I doubt very much that will change this week. Year end continues, full steam ahead, and I suspect I will be rocking in a corner while babbling incoherently before the week ends. I do, however, have half an hour before I need to leave for work, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to pop in and say hello.
Hello.
I'd forgotten, in the course of years that I can't really recall passing, how much I adored Charlotte Bronte's writing. Someone on my flist was talking about Jane Eyre, and as I had a copy (untouched for near ten years) I decided it would be next on my Victorian reading list. I remember liking the book (quite a bit) the first time I read it, but this time around I found myself falling hopelessly in love.
Jane Eyre is like a well written piece of het fanfiction. I kid you not. And I can see now how it influenced me as a writer (seriously, read Jane Eyre and then go read any of the angst I've written --see a similar pattern?). I just finished it last night, and I'm still grinning over Jane/Mr. Rochester. I don't even mind admitting that (even though I think this book used to embarrass me, because I really didn't want anyone to know that I was a hopeless romantic). Now I don't care. I *am* a hopeless romantic, and their story appeals to my inner fangirl.
I'm not entirely sure, though, what to read next. I have a small pile at the side of my bed, but choosing between them, I suspect, shall be a difficult task.
Hello.
I'd forgotten, in the course of years that I can't really recall passing, how much I adored Charlotte Bronte's writing. Someone on my flist was talking about Jane Eyre, and as I had a copy (untouched for near ten years) I decided it would be next on my Victorian reading list. I remember liking the book (quite a bit) the first time I read it, but this time around I found myself falling hopelessly in love.
Jane Eyre is like a well written piece of het fanfiction. I kid you not. And I can see now how it influenced me as a writer (seriously, read Jane Eyre and then go read any of the angst I've written --see a similar pattern?). I just finished it last night, and I'm still grinning over Jane/Mr. Rochester. I don't even mind admitting that (even though I think this book used to embarrass me, because I really didn't want anyone to know that I was a hopeless romantic). Now I don't care. I *am* a hopeless romantic, and their story appeals to my inner fangirl.
I'm not entirely sure, though, what to read next. I have a small pile at the side of my bed, but choosing between them, I suspect, shall be a difficult task.
I suppose, in addition to sharing some film reviews, I really ought to cast aside my penchant for anti-social behaviour and share some life-related things.
Let's see.
I'm back in to see my naturopath on Monday, but I don't expect anything to change. I still feel utterly fantastic health wise. Someone even commented the other day that I look all glow-y. I suspect this is likely related to the mass quantities of almonds I am eating.
I'm in on Tuesday to see the specialist (this is the appointment I've been waiting for since September --go Canadian health care system!). I can't honestly say I feel the need to see a specialist (as my NP appears to have cured me nicely), but considering how long I had to wait for an appointment, I'm still going to go.
I'm still struggling with the whole quitting fic thing (I'm so serious about wanting to do this, damn it!) but I'm certainly doing better than I was.
On the reading front, I have been slowly consuming Anne of Green Gables stories (I just finished Anne of Avonlea). I'm debating whether to read the entire series (as well as the Emily of New Moon series) simply because I don't think I ever have (I've exhausted the books I own, anyway). I only really wanted to read the first book, but I have this thing about unfinished projects... my brain is my worst enemy.
So, yes, next up with either be Anne of the Island or something new (Bronte? Austen? Collins? Dickens? --I foresee a trip to the library this weekend). I've also come to the conclusion that so much of English literature is derived from the Bible. This, of course, means that I feel the sudden urge to read the Bible. I've read parts, mostly before my excommunication and subsequent conversion to atheism --actually, can an atheist even read the Bible, or is that sacrilegious? What I need, though, is a reading the Bible for dummies, because I'm pretty sure you can't just pick it up and start at page one. Well, you could, but boredom would likely drive you to drink/suicide long before you made it past Genesis.
On the SH front, I have a couple of essays to type, and then a couple more stories to decode, and then I'm done with that project (save the edit). I'm now on my second listening of Bert Coules' SH Radio Dramatization, which means I'm writing reviews for each of the episodes. I anticipate completing this mid summer. I'm not reading anything aside from Canon, but that will likely change after my trip to the library. Oh, yes, and then there are films. Speaking of which...
( Rathbone in Terror by Night, and Massey in The Speckled Band )
Let's see.
I'm back in to see my naturopath on Monday, but I don't expect anything to change. I still feel utterly fantastic health wise. Someone even commented the other day that I look all glow-y. I suspect this is likely related to the mass quantities of almonds I am eating.
I'm in on Tuesday to see the specialist (this is the appointment I've been waiting for since September --go Canadian health care system!). I can't honestly say I feel the need to see a specialist (as my NP appears to have cured me nicely), but considering how long I had to wait for an appointment, I'm still going to go.
I'm still struggling with the whole quitting fic thing (I'm so serious about wanting to do this, damn it!) but I'm certainly doing better than I was.
On the reading front, I have been slowly consuming Anne of Green Gables stories (I just finished Anne of Avonlea). I'm debating whether to read the entire series (as well as the Emily of New Moon series) simply because I don't think I ever have (I've exhausted the books I own, anyway). I only really wanted to read the first book, but I have this thing about unfinished projects... my brain is my worst enemy.
So, yes, next up with either be Anne of the Island or something new (Bronte? Austen? Collins? Dickens? --I foresee a trip to the library this weekend). I've also come to the conclusion that so much of English literature is derived from the Bible. This, of course, means that I feel the sudden urge to read the Bible. I've read parts, mostly before my excommunication and subsequent conversion to atheism --actually, can an atheist even read the Bible, or is that sacrilegious? What I need, though, is a reading the Bible for dummies, because I'm pretty sure you can't just pick it up and start at page one. Well, you could, but boredom would likely drive you to drink/suicide long before you made it past Genesis.
On the SH front, I have a couple of essays to type, and then a couple more stories to decode, and then I'm done with that project (save the edit). I'm now on my second listening of Bert Coules' SH Radio Dramatization, which means I'm writing reviews for each of the episodes. I anticipate completing this mid summer. I'm not reading anything aside from Canon, but that will likely change after my trip to the library. Oh, yes, and then there are films. Speaking of which...
( Rathbone in Terror by Night, and Massey in The Speckled Band )
On my drive in to work today I passed by an accident. It didn't look too serious, but it was obviously serious enough to warrant the police. Imagine my surprise, though, when I glanced over and found myself staring at Davidson. Squee, I think, it having been some months (May, actually) since I last saw my boys. It took me a few minutes to locate Jones, but he was there too (leaning into one of the cars while Davidson directed traffic around the mess). They weren't interacting, but they were together, so that made me happy.
It's probably sad that that is the most exciting thing to happen to me all week --exciting enough that I'm actually posting! Truth be told, I've been feeling rather anti-social this week. I'd forgotten how consuming the life of a bookworm was. Having finished the trilogy (and maybe now I can stop reading L/G slash), I decided to move on to Anne of Green Gables (and this is totally![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
mardia's fault for writing AGG fic). Mostly, though, I want to re-read the story before Mole and I head out to PEI (in the spring) because then I can visit Green Gables and be fanish about it (the last time I was on the island I was mostly interested in finding the house I lived in as a small child).
I'm also working on my decoding for Lady Frances Carfax. The story is driving me nuts because it doesn't fit within my chronology. I'm starting to think it's a fake (much like The Mazarin Stone). Then, in my Sherlockian Studies, I'm reading (or attempting to read) Sherlock's Men: Masculinity, Conan Doyle, and Cultural History. It is not nearly as interesting as one might expect. In fact, at best I can read two pages a day before getting frustrated/bored/irate and tossing the book back onto my nightstand.
None of this is conducive to livejournal and socialization. Hell, I can barely string sentences together (as evident by this entry). Mostly I just want to grunt out affirmations while curled up on my couch, surrounded by my books. With a cup of tea, of course, because we're not completely uncivilized.
It's probably sad that that is the most exciting thing to happen to me all week --exciting enough that I'm actually posting! Truth be told, I've been feeling rather anti-social this week. I'd forgotten how consuming the life of a bookworm was. Having finished the trilogy (and maybe now I can stop reading L/G slash), I decided to move on to Anne of Green Gables (and this is totally
mardia's fault for writing AGG fic). Mostly, though, I want to re-read the story before Mole and I head out to PEI (in the spring) because then I can visit Green Gables and be fanish about it (the last time I was on the island I was mostly interested in finding the house I lived in as a small child).I'm also working on my decoding for Lady Frances Carfax. The story is driving me nuts because it doesn't fit within my chronology. I'm starting to think it's a fake (much like The Mazarin Stone). Then, in my Sherlockian Studies, I'm reading (or attempting to read) Sherlock's Men: Masculinity, Conan Doyle, and Cultural History. It is not nearly as interesting as one might expect. In fact, at best I can read two pages a day before getting frustrated/bored/irate and tossing the book back onto my nightstand.
None of this is conducive to livejournal and socialization. Hell, I can barely string sentences together (as evident by this entry). Mostly I just want to grunt out affirmations while curled up on my couch, surrounded by my books. With a cup of tea, of course, because we're not completely uncivilized.
Having skimmed my flist this morning, it would appear as though there are some mixed reactions regarding last night's House. I find that odd, as last night's episode became an instant favourite of mine. In fact, there was nothing I didn't love about it.
( House )
In other news, it would appear as though winter has finally arrived. If I'm really lucky, we may even get enough to make dog sledding possible. I would have been very depressed if I'd missed out on my annual trip.
I shall be back later with more Decoding the Subtext sometime this afternoon, but aside from that I anticipate being rather recluse for the remainder of the week. I caved to my xmas impulse to re-read LOTR, and so that, on top of researching and writing my remaining decodings has left me quite busy.
( actually, speaking of LOTR )
( House )
In other news, it would appear as though winter has finally arrived. If I'm really lucky, we may even get enough to make dog sledding possible. I would have been very depressed if I'd missed out on my annual trip.
I shall be back later with more Decoding the Subtext sometime this afternoon, but aside from that I anticipate being rather recluse for the remainder of the week. I caved to my xmas impulse to re-read LOTR, and so that, on top of researching and writing my remaining decodings has left me quite busy.
( actually, speaking of LOTR )