hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
A livejournal!  Goodness me, I have one of those, don't I?  And my life has been ever so full of things to update it with.  A busy proverbial bee, I've been.  This entry, however, I shall concern my trip of a month ago to visit the lovely[livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  in London!

'Twas her birthday, and so I went to visit her and celebrate, and there was much awesomeness.  The last time I was in London, I was thirteen, and so did not recall all that much about it, other than the big touristy-type things- changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, going to see a show in an incredibly hot theatre and nearly fainting...  So!  London, effectively, was a new and strange beast to me.  It turned out to be big, busy, full of stuff, and goddamn if it's not the most international city I have ever been in.  People from absolutely everywhere-- Europe, Asia, Africa, you name it.  One rather interesting side effect of this was that I felt much less of the American shame I usually suffer acutely when abroad.  Which was, you know, nice.

But!  The things wot we did.  There were quite a few of them, many (unsurprisingly, to anyone even passingly acquainted with me or [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn) relating to the Terra Nova Antarctic expedition.

The saga begins. Under a cut for your convenience )

AND THEN I WENT HOME.  Which was tragic and sad.  THE END.
hobbit_feets: (qi || american of the intelligent sort)
Teen-talk Buster: Puzzled Parents Get Lesson in Lingo

I cannot believe this is genuinely how teenagers are supposed to talk.  Half these words I've never heard before, and those I have, they got the definition wrong.  Colour me entirely baffled.  Maybe even moreso than these so-called puzzled parents.  Is it worse to be a Gen X-er (or Gen Y, or Gen Z, or whatever the deuce I'm supposed to be) who would boggle if anyone spoke like that to her? 

Also, belatedly, Hallowe'en!

Since Lj doesn't seem to want to be actually post the picture here, have a link instead:

Cool kids spend their Hallowe'ens taking pictures in Cub Foods, obvs.

That would be me with a certain Dr. John Watson, of Sherlock Holmes fame.  Initially, I was supposed to be something vaguely piratical, but halfway through the night, the aforesaid Watson decided that I looked more like Edward Sexby, what with the hat and the leather and all, and so I became genderbent!Sexby instead, which really is far more interesting anyway.  You cannot really tell how awesome my hat is in that picture, so I shall have to post another one of it later, because it is epic and glorious.  Sage green velvet, with GIANT FUCKOFF FEATHERS.  Awesome.  Entirely awesome.
hobbit_feets: (qi || american of the intelligent sort)
Teen-talk Buster: Puzzled Parents Get Lesson in Lingo

I cannot believe this is genuinely how teenagers are supposed to talk.  Half these words I've never heard before, and those I have, they got the definition wrong.  Colour me entirely baffled.  Maybe even moreso than these so-called puzzled parents.  Is it worse to be a Gen X-er (or Gen Y, or Gen Z, or whatever the deuce I'm supposed to be) who would boggle if anyone spoke like that to her? 

Also, belatedly, Hallowe'en!

Since Lj doesn't seem to want to be actually post the picture here, have a link instead:

Cool kids spend their Hallowe'ens taking pictures in Cub Foods, obvs.

That would be me with a certain Dr. John Watson, of Sherlock Holmes fame.  Initially, I was supposed to be something vaguely piratical, but halfway through the night, the aforesaid Watson decided that I looked more like Edward Sexby, what with the hat and the leather and all, and so I became genderbent!Sexby instead, which really is far more interesting anyway.  You cannot really tell how awesome my hat is in that picture, so I shall have to post another one of it later, because it is epic and glorious.  Sage green velvet, with GIANT FUCKOFF FEATHERS.  Awesome.  Entirely awesome.

whoops

Aug. 25th, 2009 08:13 am
hobbit_feets: (SPARTA || warriors)
It is entirely Berni's fault that I didn't manage to get my 1,000 words out yesterday.  Also her fault that I didn't go to sleep until three, when I needed to be up early for work.  Distracting me with conversation and yerba mate, the wicked, wicked girl.  *hmmphs*  I shall write 2,000 tonight.  I know that's a bit of a tall order, but I'll spend them on my Marwood app and my remix fic for [livejournal.com profile] best_enemies , which is not at all unreasonable.  In fact, both of those things rather desperately need any words I can chuck at them.

*grumbles sleepily, and goes off to make herself beans*

ETA: Omnomnom, beans on toast.  With fancy-shmancy multigrain health food hippy toast.  I feel like Sam Tyler.
.

whoops

Aug. 25th, 2009 08:13 am
hobbit_feets: (SPARTA || warriors)
It is entirely Berni's fault that I didn't manage to get my 1,000 words out yesterday.  Also her fault that I didn't go to sleep until three, when I needed to be up early for work.  Distracting me with conversation and yerba mate, the wicked, wicked girl.  *hmmphs*  I shall write 2,000 tonight.  I know that's a bit of a tall order, but I'll spend them on my Marwood app and my remix fic for [livejournal.com profile] best_enemies , which is not at all unreasonable.  In fact, both of those things rather desperately need any words I can chuck at them.

*grumbles sleepily, and goes off to make herself beans*

ETA: Omnomnom, beans on toast.  With fancy-shmancy multigrain health food hippy toast.  I feel like Sam Tyler.
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hobbit_feets: (lotr || will you look into the mirror?)
Anyone who's involved in fandom, or spends any kind of time on the internet at all, really, is undoubtedly well acquainted with the difficulties of balancing one's online life with one's real life.  Generally the issue here is getting immersed in the computer, RPing and such, and forgetting to come out of one's room for days on end.  Well, I exaggerate somewhat there, but you get the general gist.  You spend too much time on the computer, and then feel like one of those loser gamer types who doesn't wash and has no life.  Not good.  However, recently, I have been spending what feels like more time in RL doing things with RL friends, and- catch this- I feel guilty about neglecting the internet.  That's so backwards.  It seems that I cannot find a happy medium.  But as it stands, I find myself missing out on things, being out of the loop, because I'm, you know, off at work, or hanging out with friends, or at a party, or whatever.

So, any advice?  How do my fellow fandom freaks balance their respective lives?  Or don't you?  I suppose that could happen too.  Well, it does, with some frequency.  I should know.

hobbit_feets: (lotr || will you look into the mirror?)
Anyone who's involved in fandom, or spends any kind of time on the internet at all, really, is undoubtedly well acquainted with the difficulties of balancing one's online life with one's real life.  Generally the issue here is getting immersed in the computer, RPing and such, and forgetting to come out of one's room for days on end.  Well, I exaggerate somewhat there, but you get the general gist.  You spend too much time on the computer, and then feel like one of those loser gamer types who doesn't wash and has no life.  Not good.  However, recently, I have been spending what feels like more time in RL doing things with RL friends, and- catch this- I feel guilty about neglecting the internet.  That's so backwards.  It seems that I cannot find a happy medium.  But as it stands, I find myself missing out on things, being out of the loop, because I'm, you know, off at work, or hanging out with friends, or at a party, or whatever.

So, any advice?  How do my fellow fandom freaks balance their respective lives?  Or don't you?  I suppose that could happen too.  Well, it does, with some frequency.  I should know.

hobbit_feets: (icons || defy gravity)
Today, a few of me mates went out shopping, which, of course, is most of the time less shopping and more trying on of fabulous clothes.  Fabulous, ridiculous, expensive, or generally otherwise clothes which look lovely, but which we will never buy.  Lingerie is a stellar example.  What fun!  What sport!  I've no-one to wear it for, but damned if I don't look good in it.

I therefore present to you:

corsetry )

Because I am easily amused by my own breasts.  Also, please ignore the strange thing my nose is doing.

hobbit_feets: (icons || defy gravity)
Today, a few of me mates went out shopping, which, of course, is most of the time less shopping and more trying on of fabulous clothes.  Fabulous, ridiculous, expensive, or generally otherwise clothes which look lovely, but which we will never buy.  Lingerie is a stellar example.  What fun!  What sport!  I've no-one to wear it for, but damned if I don't look good in it.

I therefore present to you:

corsetry )

Because I am easily amused by my own breasts.  Also, please ignore the strange thing my nose is doing.

hobbit_feets: (icons || subverted the format)
Emily just called and sang Happy Birthday to me.  What a way to end one's day.  This makes me so, so happy.  *snuggles Emily over the many miles separating us*

It is, as you may have gathered, my birthday tomorrow.  Or rather, since it's past midnight, today.  *celebrates quietly in my room*
hobbit_feets: (icons || subverted the format)
Emily just called and sang Happy Birthday to me.  What a way to end one's day.  This makes me so, so happy.  *snuggles Emily over the many miles separating us*

It is, as you may have gathered, my birthday tomorrow.  Or rather, since it's past midnight, today.  *celebrates quietly in my room*
hobbit_feets: (Gorgeous)
I was trolling through old AIM conversations between myself and a friend, and I came across this:
Padfootwolfboy [12:04 AM]:  dr. who, btw, is not recommended
Culumacilinte [12:04 AM]:  Despite the fact that it's got David Tennant in?
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  unfortunately, yes. he's only in it for one season anyway. and even then, his inherent loveliness does not make up for the bad, bad scripts
Culumacilinte [12:05 AM]:  Damn.
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  at least not to me. you can judge for yourself
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  the ninth doctor is actually quite pretty too. but it still doesnt recover what it lacks
Culumacilinte [12:06 AM]:  Well, we shall see.
Culumacilinte [12:06 AM]:  There are plenty of other lovely things to watch, regardless
Padfootwolfboy [12:06 AM]:  indeed there are. the quality is abysmally poor, though, just to warn you. it incited a headache it me after a while
Culumacilinte [12:07 AM]:  Oh dear
Padfootwolfboy [12:08 AM]:  yes, quite. but you get what you pay for, yeah?

It's from last Spring or so, and when I found it, I could not help laughing like a mad thing because, of course, both she and I are massively obsessed with Doctor Who now.  She, in fact, got me into it this December, and I'd completely forgotten how much she apparently loathed it before.  Oh, how fickle we are... Silly little apes, as the darling Eccleston would have it.


hobbit_feets: (Gorgeous)
I was trolling through old AIM conversations between myself and a friend, and I came across this:
Padfootwolfboy [12:04 AM]:  dr. who, btw, is not recommended
Culumacilinte [12:04 AM]:  Despite the fact that it's got David Tennant in?
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  unfortunately, yes. he's only in it for one season anyway. and even then, his inherent loveliness does not make up for the bad, bad scripts
Culumacilinte [12:05 AM]:  Damn.
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  at least not to me. you can judge for yourself
Padfootwolfboy [12:05 AM]:  the ninth doctor is actually quite pretty too. but it still doesnt recover what it lacks
Culumacilinte [12:06 AM]:  Well, we shall see.
Culumacilinte [12:06 AM]:  There are plenty of other lovely things to watch, regardless
Padfootwolfboy [12:06 AM]:  indeed there are. the quality is abysmally poor, though, just to warn you. it incited a headache it me after a while
Culumacilinte [12:07 AM]:  Oh dear
Padfootwolfboy [12:08 AM]:  yes, quite. but you get what you pay for, yeah?

It's from last Spring or so, and when I found it, I could not help laughing like a mad thing because, of course, both she and I are massively obsessed with Doctor Who now.  She, in fact, got me into it this December, and I'd completely forgotten how much she apparently loathed it before.  Oh, how fickle we are... Silly little apes, as the darling Eccleston would have it.


hobbit_feets: (Lacing Up)
Hmm.  I'm back at Morris, and it feels lovely.  Strange, really, how much the place has grown to feel like home.  Returning to my room was marvellous, putting all my things back in order and whatnot.  My room, I've realised, has a certain unique scent to it.  Not a bad scent- not the reek of unwashed laundry or anything unfortunate like that- just a scent.  A certain degree of newness about the place, I reckon, as the rooms in Gay Hall were redone this year, and all the furniture and carpeting and paint and everything is decidedly new.  Combined with the smell of my oil paints and crumpled up schoolwork and college life in general.  I quite like it, really. 

I hung and out talked with my floormates until about 4:30 this morning, which was fabulous- just, getting back into the groove of things, you know.  And socialising, which I do little enough of as is, having as I do unfortunate, hermit-like tendencies.  The fandom sucking me in, you see.  Well, not really sucking me in, as I've been in one fandom or another since eighth grade, but there we be.  Mike and I have entirely got past our awkwardness, and are back to flirting as we did before the unfortunate snogging incident.  Whether anything will come of this, or if we're simply the sort of people who relate best by flirting I don't know.  I don't really care at the moment. 

This Chrimble, I got a day-by-day calender of weird and groovy words, and I shall attempt to remember to post every day with that day's word.  Obviously I've some making up to do, so this post will contain lots of words for you all to remember and amaze friends and foes alike.  Words I already knew, I've marked with an asterisk. 
hobbit_feets: (Lacing Up)
Hmm.  I'm back at Morris, and it feels lovely.  Strange, really, how much the place has grown to feel like home.  Returning to my room was marvellous, putting all my things back in order and whatnot.  My room, I've realised, has a certain unique scent to it.  Not a bad scent- not the reek of unwashed laundry or anything unfortunate like that- just a scent.  A certain degree of newness about the place, I reckon, as the rooms in Gay Hall were redone this year, and all the furniture and carpeting and paint and everything is decidedly new.  Combined with the smell of my oil paints and crumpled up schoolwork and college life in general.  I quite like it, really. 

I hung and out talked with my floormates until about 4:30 this morning, which was fabulous- just, getting back into the groove of things, you know.  And socialising, which I do little enough of as is, having as I do unfortunate, hermit-like tendencies.  The fandom sucking me in, you see.  Well, not really sucking me in, as I've been in one fandom or another since eighth grade, but there we be.  Mike and I have entirely got past our awkwardness, and are back to flirting as we did before the unfortunate snogging incident.  Whether anything will come of this, or if we're simply the sort of people who relate best by flirting I don't know.  I don't really care at the moment. 

This Chrimble, I got a day-by-day calender of weird and groovy words, and I shall attempt to remember to post every day with that day's word.  Obviously I've some making up to do, so this post will contain lots of words for you all to remember and amaze friends and foes alike.  Words I already knew, I've marked with an asterisk. 
hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.

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