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[Oct. 28th, 2009|05:42 pm] |
Skipped uni from noon on today and did some garden work instead -- some twenty wheelbarrows full of dead leaves needed clearing away. (Yes, I know there's something wrong with you when nothing fills you with more giddy elation than neglecting your expensive tertiary education for menial physical labour. I've been that way all my life and just can't help it. As I said, if I could make a living mucking out stables and doing garden work, I would.) It's been one of those beautiful last sunny October days, with blue sky, green meadows, and trees all possible shades of flaming red and yellow, when staying inside seems a crime against Nature. I normally love the grey, misty autumn days more, for their sweetly melancholy mood, but today was simply perfect. A day to breathe and feel free and stick your middle finger to a world that wants to lock you up and smother you.
It wasn't at all cold (quite the opposite, seeing as I could work with sleeves rolled up), considering we already had first frost several weeks ago), but I had tea afterwards anyway. I love my new kettle to bits! (Even though it drips a bit after pouring. ":-/) I have a hard time getting used to drinking it without milk, but I've heard it's a good deal healthier that way.
After a conversation with a friend recently, I've paid more attention to my taste in music, and have to say he was right: I tend to like songs best that are simultaneously kick-ass and sad and can be interpreted either way according to my own mood of the moment. Hm.
Talking about music: "Papillon" by The Editors is the Perdido Street Station theme song, y/y? (Not normally my type of music -- too electro and lacks guitars -- but I like that song!) Everytime it's on the radio I get creeped out by association. "X-D
And talking about books (wow, my transitions are smoooooth today): I want to try again with Dragonslayer (last year's oft-renamed project that didn't get far past 8000 words, but counts as a success by my pathetic standards) for NaNo, but... well, the uni stuff I've been procrastinating is slowly getting past "urgent" into "certain profs will shoot me on sight" territory.
I'm also still debating with myself whether to sign up for Makesmewannadie's RareLitBigBang... I want to, even though/because it's right during my MA thesis writing time. What am I planning on? Procrastinating one with the other by turns? *facepalm* |
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| Last.fm |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|03:13 pm] |
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I'm considering getting a last.fm account, because, well, it sounds deeply awesome and radio pisses me off more than usual lately. But... is this really free? I mean, Firefox, surprisingly enough, is, but music is such a commercial thing that there just has to be a catch.
So, uh, help, all-knowing f-list?
ETA: Apparently last.fm started sucking while I wasn't looking. That's what I get for always being a year behind the times. ":-/ Thank you for the help, Dingsi! *loves f-list* |
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| Writing and (inappropriate) music |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|02:10 pm] |
You know how you associate certain music with certain fandoms? I have that very strongly. It helps a lot when you need to get yourself in the mood for writing something.
Sometimes it's a general association (a band and a fandom), sometimes a specialised one (a song and a character or pairing), but in one way or another, it's always there. Most times it even fits, as with Enya and LotR, general sixties music and Star Trek, or Metallica and my original fic. But sometimes a pretty weird combination comes from somewhere and just... sticks, against everything I try.
That's the case with Gotham and Vaya con Dios. Yes, you heard that correctly. Vaya con Dios. And Gotham. *facepalm* And the thing is, I don't even like the band (or their style of music in general) all that much. They have some good songs, yes, but several really horrible ones, too. Not to mention that songs about broken-hearted mafia-brides and stories about gay vigilantes tend to... uh... clash a tiny little bit. They aren't character-specific, or pairing-specific (luckily, because that would be brain-breaking though one day I'll totally write cheesy 1920s AU Birdboys-in-drag fic set to Nah Neh Nah, at which point you should probably shoot me for the greater good), but somehow this kind of music, where you imagine a smoky-voiced lady in a long dress singing depressing, half-jazzy-half-sea-shanty songs to her gangster-clientele in a shady, dark, run-down club by the docks, fits my film-noir image of Gotham very well. (Especially songs like Forever Blue, At the Parallel, Time Flies, Stay with Me, Just a Friend of Mine, Far Gone Now and my unbeaten personal fave in this context, Night Owls (Listen and tell me that's not Gotham!), but actually, most of their vast discography work. Bonus: Don't Cry for Louie The ultimate Matches Malone song. Tell me you don't see it, I dare you!)
Actually, I'm somewhat horrified and disturbed by this whole thing. Alright, more than somewhat. WTF, brain? This much cheesiness isn't like you! D-:>
Feel free to laugh -- or better yet, commiserate: Tell me your most inappropriate writing music! |
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| Motivation, where are you? |
[Dec. 13th, 2008|07:31 pm] |
One week to the Yuletide deadline and I feel like I can actually manage. Story doesn't have any substance, but random stream-of-consciousness will totally do, right? Right? Damn. Well, I'm much more in time this year, unlike last where I managed to lend out the source material and get into hysterics over missing detail I couldn't look up. I have the books right here, most of them read twice or more, which helps. Now, heaven, throw me a plot, please?
My Christmas present to myself arrived yesterday: a shipment of glossy, large-format history books I got for cheap from eBay in one large, collective, and therefore relatively cheap package. Books! *snuggles them*
Today, grandpa and I fetched my "new" wardrobe (thanks for that, too, eBay, you do have your moments), which was fun.
Later tonight, I've been planning to go out dancing with C and A, but I don't actually feel very motivated. I'd rather curl up with a book and chocolate and then sleep for ten or twelve hours. (I guess that means my body's dealing with a cold or something. *hopes it won't break out*) On the other hand, I don't see enough of my assorted friends lately and I haven't been out dancing in over a month... (Tsk, tsk, SV. So not cool.) It's high time for some good music, and anyway, the fun usually comes once you're there.
So, another hour or two of coziness, then I'll put on some upbeat tunes and get dressed. ("Break the Line" by the Guano Apes, Nickelback's "Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting," and Pink's "You and Your Hand" usually serve me well for getting in the mood. *g*) |
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