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[11 Nov 2009|08:31am] |
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| Writer's Block: Famous last words |
[11 Nov 2009|06:23pm] |
...and I'm gonna take every last motherfucking one of you with me.
I mean, IDEALLY, that's how I'd want to go.
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| NO. NO. NO. |
[11 Nov 2009|06:05pm] |
I have like a crazy love for hot blasian guys, because they are win. I have special love for Ne-Yo, not just because he writes songs that are like YAY I love a smart woman that's SO AWESOME but...
Really hot right?????? OH NOES.
SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE TAKES HIS HAT OFF.
( Ne-yo without a hat )
WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL
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| the life of ME. |
[11 Nov 2009|04:38pm] |
I'm currently screaming - along with about twenty other authors - at the bullshittery that has been made of a publishing house which brought out a book of ours.
The publishing house is in Canada, Ontario. I'm wondering if anyone knows any lawyers in that neck of the woods? Or if anyone IS a lawyer in that neck of the woods?
Basically I want to break my contract because THESE PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DICKS.
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[10 Nov 2009|08:30am] |
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| IT IS MY BIRTHDAY |
[10 Nov 2009|09:42pm] |
I REQUIRE PRESENTS FROM YOU ALL.
Thus:
Below, please post the most hilarious thing you have seen on the internet this week.
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| snork |
[10 Nov 2009|03:01pm] |
see more Epic Fails
Met a guy from across the hall today. He was interested in me doing some writing for him. How curious.
My screaminess over publisher A fucking dying a death may be fixed by publisher B. Fingers crossed.
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[09 Nov 2009|08:32am] |
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| chocolate girl |
[09 Nov 2009|04:19pm] |
My phone is still broken.
I fell asleep on a bar of chocolate last night. I woke up and thought I was covered in blood. No. It was chocolate. I was fucking covered in chocolate.
I called Andy up and was like bitch go home and fix my fucking bed and he's like OH HA HA HA HA YOU GOT BROWN ON YOU. Little fuck.
At least when I got home I discovered he had put that wash on. :/
I still have chocolate on me.
It is itchy.
Guy on one of my writing mailing lists is like OMG CRYS I want it to be CHRISTMAS DAY why don't we have an end of year party that's called the CHRISTMAS PARTY WAILYWAIL and is now writing passive aggressive shite on the forum. He is the same guy who writes WAILYWAIL I'm not participating if someone writes anything about religion or using that as a theme. I have kept my mouth soooo shut because his wailywail is hysterically lulfable. I'm pretty sure he's in his 40s but seems to act like he's 4.
Oh, the lame.
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| The Fall - movie review |
[08 Nov 2009|11:57pm] |
fucking legendary
really, it's the most fucking stunning movie ever.
you should watch it.
that's it. just watch it.
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| beer and crosswords: proof i'm turning into my mum |
[08 Nov 2009|07:41pm] |
Today I spent outside a pub, nursing a beer and doing crosswords. Well the time I didn't spend flirting online with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ivyblossom who is, as I'm sure my previous posts on the subject have clarified, really very shit at it.
I also watched some Christopher Hitchens, who never fails to make me righteously angry and desperate to hug him. Oh the conflict. Oh the need to facepunch. Also watched some Ayaan Hirsi Ali videos who is, well, interesting.
A lot of my friends appear to have deleted their journals. Where did you go? I do not know.
I didn't finish the crossword unfortunately.
Tonight we are making our 'staple'. Here is the recipe: Make pasta. Fry red onion, corgettes, mushrooms, and asparagus. Put that shit in there. Eat that shit. YUM. No, I'm never going to write a great cook book. Oh and some peppers.
We are short on cash right now. We have $120 in the bank. :( We get paid Thursday. I have money in my freelancing account - about $4k or so - but I haven't worked out how to take out tax from New Zealand yet so I don't want to touch it until I see my accountant. At least we have all our groceries.
"Can fat teens hunt" is a new reality tv show apparently on TV. This show sounds a) fucking horrible for more reasons that I can count and also b) unappealing as the phrasing automatically suggests a slight reordering of the words would create a much more interesting show: "Can we hunt fat teens?"
BEST THING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?
Our futon is a bit like this and win to sleep on. We also have new pillows and shit like that.
I am currently reading some Eva Ibbotson and feeling conflicted. Part of this issue is related to the fact that her characters are so saccharine the only one I can relate to is the fucking evil nazi blonde wife person, because at least she possesses a personality. But. Also (and Eva Ibbotson is older than WW2, please note) because it has rather awful descriptions of red heads being possessed of a crazy temperament and Jews being saddened by their naturally frizzy hair and large noses, but having an inborn ability with money. I'm pretty down with racism in fiction as most authors flag some self-awareness of either their racism or the fact they don't personally approve of what their characters are doing, but Ibbotson... hasn't. I am quite confounded.
I should point out that Ibbotson is AFAIK half Jewish.
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| I'm considering dumping all my vegan communities. |
[07 Nov 2009|08:24pm] |
They're ALL going crazy antivacc.
This is insane.
I've dumped a local New Zealand one.
The international ones also seem infected by this bullshit.
Fucking. Fucking. Fucking what.
Your fucking politics on fucking animal rights are LESS IMPORTANT THAN MAKING SURE THE WORLD IS VACCINATED.
What the fuck.
What is wrong with these people.
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| bed |
[07 Nov 2009|11:00am] |
I now have a futon, after over a year of sleeping on the ground.
This is an interesting development.
I wonder if this means we have officially moved to stay in NZ?
I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to be here forever. I still feel like I should be in England. It's sort of my home and when I feel homesick it's for England. I grew up in a little village (okay the biggest motherfucking village in Europe but wtfever) and it was so lovely.
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In other news about assholery, I have been in Andy's mail:
Andy Astruc 02 November at 18:29
Rachel says you owe her some money and she wants it back. And she has been messaging you for weeks about her nominations in the Aurealis awards and you never replied. :/
Hinge Temporarily 03 November at 00:58
dude... i'm not sure what else i can do for her. i've nominated her stories* and now have to print and mail out *45* copies all up, one per judge. that's several hundred pages, several envelopes, heaps of stamps and a lot of time and effort. and i can only do the printing on the sly at work 'cause personal stuff can get one in serious trouble**. i'm not sure what she's stressing about. and the only message i got was a wall post about a week ago***.
weird.
as for the money, i'll pop the rest of it to her account next thursday when my paycheck lands.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
LET ME annotate bitch.
*NO, no he didn't. I was ACTUALLY TALKING HIM THROUGH IT and he managed to nominate four out of 10. Please note, to nominate something, you fill half a dozen fields on an INTERNET FORM and press SEND. This is not motherfucking rocket science. He also managed to nominate a random fucking story I told him was not nominateable. What. The. Fuck really.
**This is SOOOOO CLASSIC! I mean I would say OMG IT IS SO HARD LISTEN TO ME WAIL ABOUT CLIMBING EVEREST IS IT LIKE THE HARDEST SHIT EVER but you know what UNLESS I ACTUALLY FUCKING DO WHAT I SAID I'D MOTHERFUCKING DO it counts for MOTHERFUCKING SHIT ALL. I think it's awesome though. APPARENTLY if he thinks about doing something HE HAS TWO FUCKING MONTHS TO DO then that counts as ACTUALLY GETTING OFF HIS ASS AND DOING IT. Brilliant. I have no high hopes for getting the money back then. I bet he'll just THINK it into my bank account.
USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!
*** THAT IS A COMPLETE LIE. I'VE BEEN THROUGH MY MESSAGES. HE'S GOT FUCKING EIGHT FROM ME. GOING BACK A MONTH. AND NEVER MIND HOW MANY HE GOT ON CHAT.
What a shit.
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[06 Nov 2009|08:49am] |
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| Kids are funny sometimes |
[05 Nov 2009|08:32pm] |
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Somehow, my friend MB and I were talking about vegetables. I think it had something to do with the fact I've been living off squash for near on the past week.
Anyways, we went from squash to beets, which reminded me of something.
One of the pre-schools I went to had a very large bathroom lined with our own little trainer potty's. I'm not sure if this is PC/sanitary anymore, but in the 80's this was done. This was also the place where we were given half an hour of naked time, when the nanny's would yell "naked time" and we'd get to strip down, run around the big naked tree 5 times, then garb up and get back to play-dough and finger paints.
Anyways, I remember one boy had gone in our communal toilet area. And folks: he had RED POOP. Not bloody or diseased..just RED. It was AMAZING. Somehow we all found out this was from the fact that he actually ate beets. So what did we all do? Run home demanding beets of our mothers. I remember choking them down...disgusted by the taste and texture, but if I could have red poop and be cool like that boy, it all was worth the effort. So the little trainer potty's were full of red poop for about a week, and the rooms of the nursery were full of proud and clever little children.
Of course this ended. There was a new trend to follow, the vast amounts of beets could only be tolerated so much, and I'm sure some parental parking lot conversation began about how they had the best child ever, for their child likes BEETS. "Oh, that's so funny, my kid's been all about beets too." "Really. How funny, so does mine" etc, into the discovery of the real reason we all demanded beets at every meal.
I could go on using this as an anthropological study on how we're programmed to follow the crowd into all sorts of behavior, but I won't. Let's just leave it with the beets and the red poop.
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[05 Nov 2009|08:12am] |
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| wailwail |
[05 Nov 2009|10:27pm] |
Working at work. Had a big work discussion thing. AAAH. Was filled with drama. But you know, it's recruitment.
Anyway I was asked what motivates me and what excites me and nothing actually does. So I'm wondering if I should have a career change. I was considering trying something in the sex industry. Yes, I know, my hypochondria is going to really, really fucking kill me... but I think I might wake up and actually enjoy my job then. I just wrote to some people who work in it at the moment. We shall see what happens. I'd like to do an apprenticeship or something.
I got drunk and went down to the fireworks which were SPECTACULAR and even more legendary than last year's! Yay Guy Fawkes!
Oops, I mean, burn the bastard!
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[04 Nov 2009|08:36am] |
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[04 Nov 2009|01:11am] |
Not drinking rules except for when I have my first Thursday off in months and I can't go get 6 dollar pitchers at Mesa.
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About an hour ago the religion and ignorance (synonymous?) succeeded in overturning a law to award homosexual couples the right to marry (a right that they are entirely entitled to as US citizens, tax payers, and human beings). It is absolutely undeniable that religion has played the biggest part in this gross display of wide spread disrespect. Way to go "God."
One of these days we will overcome this breed of ignorance and the history books will tell of the hateful folks who assisted in the denial of inalienable rights. Do you really want to be that guy?
I really expected more from you, Maine. I really did.
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| phone fail |
[04 Nov 2009|06:43pm] |
There is a fault on the line. Yes. Really. A fault on the line. So we have no phone until fucking Saturday. Fantastic.
I'm watching Primer, which makes it hard to type a post, because I feel like I'm going to miss something important that will make me feel smart.
Graarrrrr.
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