clo_again: (emilia - aimless)
I really need to get back in the habit of doing this. I mean, I'm procrastinating from writing to do this but when did I ever post to LJ when I wasn't procrastinating from writing? (tip: I was always procrastinating from writing).

I mean, writing is going pretty well at the moment. For me, anyway; I've posted something within the last week which is a rare enough occurrence to rate as 'pretty well', and the thing I wrote when I had writer's block on the other thing is 2k plus and climbing, so I figure I'll get that done pretty soon before I work on the next chapter of before you come to evening. And I reread 10k of reaction-fic I wrote after Novak lost Wimbledon last year, which I'd relegated to my Dead Letter Box folder (for fic I have no intention of finishing) because I hated it and thought it was boring, but today I enjoyed it and was sad to hit the end of what I'd written, and frustrated. What were you thinking past self? I don't understand; you were on a roll. Quit quitting stuff.

I don't know if I'll finish it. Elements of it surfaced in the coming of the fall which I wrote a couple of months after, but all the set-up is done; the sticking point is that the scene I didn't write was The Scene That Was the Entire Point and Reason which are always the worst. But this one had snuggling. Maybe when Wimbledon rolls around again I'll be reinspired, or I'll post it undone over at [personal profile] clofic maybe, or maybe it'll be my writer's block fic for the next chapter of before. I guess [personal profile] clofic is going to be my work-in-progress dump over here, since all finished stuff is now going on AO3. If you want free snippets, or wips, or fic fanmixes or whatever, follow over there.

The other weird thought that occurred after rereading the Wimbledon Reject Fic; I've spent almost ten months now musing on The Fall of Novak Djokovic in one way or another, and I'm still no closer to having a grip on it or why I care. I've never liked Novak the way I like Roger, or Roddick or Muzz, not in the simple and uncomplicated way of wanting them to win everything they touch and being happy when they do. Novak's disingenuous and desperate for attention; I never quite believe him when he says the sky is blue and grass is green (like when he falls and hurts himself only to win the match, when he says he's injured, when he says he isn't, when he says he's fine when he's clearly losing weight, about to burst into genuine pained tears in the US Open final, when he falls and hits his head so hard in Qatar that Muzz came across the court to check on him), but I'm so used to resenting him for beating Roger and begging for attention and being gloriously untouchable, having him broken and off-colour is disconcerting. I know what I think happened after the French last year but Becker's gone and Jelena's pregnant again because we all know having a second kid when things are miserable is a surefire way to fix life's problems (except for all the ways it isn't) and Novak's still this weird echo of himself.

I don't like worrying about goddamn Novak Djokovic but apparently I am, anyway.

At least Roger is back on glorious GOAT form this year and is doing me a solid by skipping the clay season which I can never watch because it's on when I'm in work. Work is a whole 'nother kettle of fish (mostly not awful, but complicated).

The housing situation is at the opposite end of the extreme and is all kinds of ongoing disaster but I've procrastinated all my time away and anyway, there's not much I can say about it that isn't a complaint. Basically it's stressful and come June (our contract here ends July 3rd) I'm going to be a lot less chill about it than I am right now. Get back to me in a month.
clo_again: (monkton - where are we going)
Really gotta start working on posting regularly again, rather than meandering on Twitter for aimless hours. All the shenanigans LJ's pulled with the new TOS are finally giving me the impetus to boot it and move operations over here (or er, restart them over here since they've fallen off the Procrastination Cliff of late).

I don't know if I can bring myself to delete all the posts over there, even when they're backed up here; I certainly can't make myself delete the entire journal. For one, that's over a decade of my history. For two, I still use the Scrapbook because it's easier than sourcing image space anywhere else. Once LJ goes down for good (because let's face it; this kerfuffle is causing a final exodus that can't end well) then I guess I'll need to look into it but until then I'm thinking maybe I'll just private everything except a post directing traffic this way.

I guess I'll need to shift clofic over here as well. All the fic is backed up at Insanejournal (still don't think it's worth the editing it'd need for AO3) but I'd like to hang onto the comments. I should really get moving on that this weekend before LJ shut down the ability for external sites to import stuff which is what I saw predicted on one analysis of the new TOS.

As much as LJ's been the internet equivalent of a sad oldtimer dive bar for years now, I regret not owning any LJ merchandise from back in the day. This thing ran my life for eight-to-ten years; at the very least I'd like a hoodie. Hell, a keyring. I saw a Nirvana t-shirt in Topshop yesterday and for a minute it felt as if I was fourteen again. I wonder if retro LJ merchandise - or Frank the Goat merchandise to be Ultimate Hipster about it - will ever circle back to coolness? I hope so, especially if we can do it without giving actual Russia-owned-modern-LJ a penny for it.

So I don't know; maybe I'll be around more while I shift things over here, curse trying to set up a new DW for clofic, etc. In between those fun things, I'll be attempting to finish the latest fic I posted to AO3 because I thought it'd be a good idea to post another WiP as a motivational move. The jury is out on whether or not this was a spectacularly terrible idea yet, mostly because I had the first two and a half chapters written already so it hasn't become an issue yet (it will. I'm working on it though!).

It's the hooker!Andy Murray fic, because LJ may be circling the drain but some things never change. You can find the first two chapters over on AO3: before you come to evening, e, Murray/Djokovic AU, the one where Andy ended up a prostitute instead of a tennis player through a series of accidents and bad decisions, and Novak's mostly trying not to screw up his life.


Life stuff is also happening but it's of the tiresome, housing-is-stressful-and-I-have-not-yet-won-the-lottery-to-sort-it kind, so it can wait until I'm not half asleep and well past a sensible you're-in-work-tomorrow bedtime for someone who's trying to pretend to be an adult. It's fine; I'm not living in a box under the canal bridge yet so hopefully we can take that as an optimistic sign.
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
Roger just lost at Wimbledon so, in the traditions of the last twelve years, I'm sulking on LJ. Hurrah and yay and all that muchness.

(Roger, you had so many break points. You bloody sodding moron.)

Anyway, in addition to now getting entirely soused on Pimms because of idiot Swiss tennis players, I saw this on Twitter today about Russia's bugfuck crazy data laws affecting LJ and wondered sadly if it would be LJ's final straw. I mean, my flist is mostly a wasteland these days (not helped by my useless lack of posts) and I hang out mostly on Twitter (find me at @aomaakutu) but I don't want LJ to disappear entirely. It feels like it should stand forever as an archive to the early-ish days of fandom and online social networking and also, I have a lot of fic (all the old stuff of which is reposted over at Insanejournal, with apologies for how terrible it is) and nonsense and old conversations from over a decade of fandom sitting on here. I don't want that to disappear. AO3 is great and Twitter is great and tumblr is basically a disaster that hasn't got the sense to fall over under the weight of its own nonsense, and none of it does what LJ did. But if LJ does go, look me up on Twitter (@aomaakutu), or AO3 (clo) or Insanejournal (clofic) whatever. Maybe one day fandom will swing back around to blogging again. Then I can yell at people drunkenly about Roger being an idiot in more than 140 characters (which are nowhere near adequate to express my righteous indignation tbh).

Anyway! While LJ is still here and kicking, maybe I should actually use it for something? Idk, I hit a massive writer's block back in February and it took me forever to get over it so I started writing whatever got me writing anything again and it's left me with a bunch of weird WiPs, one of which is 30k and counting. As I'm a little drunk and a lot annoyed, how about some snippets of things that may, or may not, ever be finished? Why not? Snippets for everyone! (er, or everyone who likes tennis fic snippets since I have yet to find another fandom after twelve years. Never let it be said that I don't drag things out to the bitter end).

tennis fic wips snippets )

I wonder if I'll ever forget LJ html. Weird.

Because I'm me, the next thing I really want to write isn't any of these but I only have it outlined rather than written and it's in that weird stage of being thought-perfect before I have to try and wrestle it into words. I like it though. If I can keep writing despite being back in work on Monday, it might even get snippeted, or maybe it'll just get posted. I don't think it'll be that. Except, I always say that and 50k later it's still half finished.

I can't believe Roger lost. What an idiot.
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
Um. So there was a Wimbledon final at the weekend which involved Roger Federer. And had Andy Roddick commentating - or in truth, talking non-stop for five days about how amazing Roger is and how great he is and how he only copes with being asked about 2009 because he has so much respect for Roger and even though it's been a million years since I wrote anything actually postable in tennis fic, I did a thing. Like, drink too much Pimms and bash angrily at my keyboard while Roger lost, and then spend two days spamming [ profile] kindoftrouble with emails going DOES THIS MAKE SENSE HOW CAN I MAKE MY DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS MAKE SENSE WHY DO I LOVE TENNIS PLAYERS WHEN THEY DO STUPID THINGS LIKE LOSING, ARGH.

In short, have fic. It's even go about 21% plot going on behind the PWP. Sort of. This is mostly the angry-that-he-lost bit; if I get the sequel, and the prequel, and the sequel-sequel done, there might be actual plot. Plus the other thing I'm about half-way through that isn't even in this series. Because apparently I'm writing tennis RPF again, god.

beautiful and drunk (singing softly to yourself)
- Andy Roddick/Roger Federer, explicit, 6093 words post-Wimbledon 2015 final, drunken hurt-comfort sex and Andy pining when he should know better.

I er, was about 50-80% Pimms at various times when I wrote it, so hopefully the editing-bashing means it at least vaguely makes sense.

Posting on AO3 is amazingly more nerve-wracking than here or the Pit of Voles. I'm going to go have a little sit down now.
clo_again: (Andy - Laugh)

Bye Andy Roddick. Thank you for being 50% of the reason I started watching tennis, and for giving me- well, a lot more than just tennis.

Have a great retirement. Sleep in. Walk the dog.

Don't forget us.

clo_again: (Default)
I have no idea what that whole "Courier makes Murray introduce his team by name and role for all the slash writers in da house" was about but it was brilliant and now my life is about a hundred times easier because I hate doing research on tennis players' entourages (like the woman in his box that he just pointed out; no one online could've told me that she's from his management company or even if they could, they wouldn't have known that she's been cooking for the rest of them this week because they're all men who spend their entire lives travelling around the world to play/discuss/think about tennis and are apparently incapable of everyday tasks like cooking and laundry. And definitely, definitely, no one would've been able to tell me that Andy Murray doesn't make his bed in the morning.

Except, based on all the evidence from the last two weeks, possibly Novak Djokovic).

Now, it's 4:36am and I need to be asleep an hour ago. I'm hungry - because dinner was a long time ago - but my auntie's Shih Tzu puppy is in the kitchen and if I wake him up again, I suspect this time he may actually bark until someone gives in and plays with him. So, am nomming leftover Xmas chocolate before bed because of a four-month-old-puppy's reign of terror. Dammit.

Bed. Still didn't do anything useful tonight. >_< Argh. DO BETTER TOMORROW.

(And now Casper has just made me let him outside, only it's so cold that I absolutely have to let him back in before I sleep, so that's waiting ten minutes for him to get over the outsideness. ARGH, CAT. WHY. WHY COULDN'T YOU DO THAT HALF AN HOUR AGO.)
clo_again: (Roger - The Difference Between)
So I've talked about my odd dreams before. Giant butterflies, redesigned Londons, Philip Glenister shouting at politicians, faeries kidnapping people. I like my dreams. My subconscious puts effort into them, or at least into making them entertainingly random.

But. The last few days, I've sensed a theme. Friday night, I dreamed that Roger Federer had called a press conference to announce he wanted more points/money for winning matches against top ten players and the ensuing uproar.

Last night I dreamed I was at Wimbledon, which for some inexplicable reason seemed to have been transported in its entirety into the Australian outback, and while walking around backstage we bumped into John McEnroe who was shouting at someone else. (I don't know about what. Possibly that Wimbledon had just fallen through the Earth to the opposite side of the planet and they could not be serious about wanting to make it an Australian tournament from now on).

And just now I took a two hour nap, during which I dreamed that my neighbours had opened a Michelin starred restaurant in their house and Novak Djokovic had brought a coachload of friends (for some reason, this included some cowboys?) to try it out and I spent the whole time pressed to the window, wondering if could go and get him to sign every tennis-related thing I own. He saw me. He waved. But I still wussed out, probably because my subscious failed to provide a dream![profile] kindoftrouble to yell at me for not tackling him to the ground for a hug immediately.

So. Tennis players. I never dream about tennis players, at least nowhere near as often as I'd expect to considering it's my only obsession other than Casper to last longer than five years. Dear brain, what are you trying to say? Should I rob a bank and use my ill-gotten gains to become a professional tennis player stalker? You're seriously recomending that as a sensible life direction?

...Sounds good to me. ;-)


In other news! I have set up Dreamwidth crossposting. In theory, this will make my Dreamwidth account more interesting but it'll probably mostly change nothing at all. I do have a couple of Dreamwidth codes available if anyone wants one? First come, first served basis. Leave me your email in a comment if you want one (I just typed 'if you want me'. *blinks* Idek what kind of Freudian slip that is).

You can also read/comment on this entry here .
clo_again: (Pigs Might Fly)
My paid account expired and since I'm not sure if I want to give Livejournal any more of my money at this point, I let it. Then I remembered how many pictures I had linked from Scrapbook and cursed a lot when I realised my now-vanished journal header was nowhere to be found on my computer. So, cue a very quick "find&replace" some colours in the CSS and a thrown-together header in Photoshop.

I suspect I will get fed up of the background. Very soon. I always figure I'll try one and then two days later I'm attacking the HTML with a hammer to get rid of it. In this case I think it's the wrong colour anyway but I'm so fed up of Photoshop and colours and oh, I'll just leave it.

For people who aren't on my Twitter: other than LJ fixing up today, I spent far too many hours in Photoshop making something I'd wanted to make for seven months and never got around to doing; you remember the WTF photoshoots of the eight of them standing awkwardly by a red bus and the eight of them standing awkwardly on the steps but mostly, that marvellously odd one of them all posing in front of a fireplace in their suits and looking rather like a mafia gang?

full size under the cut )

Yeah. I made the Wanted poster. It was begging for it. You know, quietly enough for me to put it off for six months.

Today does rather illustrate my life of late, or rather, of the last few months. I keep applying for jobs (probably less than I should be but still, enough for me to really be hating writing cover letters by now) and getting turned down or worse, not hearing anything. But! Someone who saw me on Jobsite just called to offer me 3-4 weeks temp work of data-entry at a local hospital, which sounds utterly tedious but is paying £7.50ph. I'm absolutely willing to do something mindnumbing for four weeks for £7.50ph. And at least then if I get interviews I can say "Look! I have temped! Not just sat on my ass for months!" (which is basically what I have done. Except I went to Wimbledon! I should actually do a Wimbledon post sometime. Not today; I'm trying to finish Jasper Fforde's Shades of Grey because my Read My Own Height 2010 is going depressingly slowly.)

So, here's a post. Hopefully tomorrow or the day after or sometime, there will be another post. I'm getting most of my hair chopped off on Tuesday because I'm sick of it taking half an hour to dry with a hairdryer, so that might be worth a post. Also, I should set up Dreamwidth crossposting. Sometime soon.

This is my life and it's not interesting right now. Tune back in next week when things will have changed! Or not but you know, I live in hope.
clo_again: (Pigs Might Fly)
Title: Super, Thanks For Asking (1/6)
Author: aomakutu(DW)/Clo(LJ)
Rating: PG (future parts may be rated higher)
Pairing/Characters: (eventually) Roger Federer/Novak Djokovic, Robin Söderling/Juan Martin Del Potro, Roger Federer/Mirka Vavrinec, implied past Roger Federer/Andy Roddick. All the singles players from the 2009 World Tour Finals, plus some doubles players, some coaches and some RL girlfriends.
Word Count (this part): 20,292

Summary: Making the World Tour Finals doesn't make you a superhero. Except when it does.

follow the fake!cut for the fic, disclaimers and author's notes

(a.n. please don't die of shock at me posting fic. Or actually, posting at all. Those four horsemen outside your window are out for a perfectly innocent trek and I don't have a flying pig in my icon. Ahem.)
clo_again: (Stephane Lambiel - love)
Hello! I was supposed to do a 'hai I've moved in this is my pretty view yay' post and haven't. Yet. I will, probably, if only to collect all the random pictures I've taken over the last two weeks. There'll be more random pictures on Monday though; we're picnicking our way through a local horse-racing meet in the next village so I'm sure there'll be some pretty pictures from that. If it doesn't rain. Which judging from today is doubtful. What the hell British weather? Did you just decide to make us suffer on a whim last weekend?

Anyway, because I currently am working hard at being the least productive person on the planet I spent all most of today following the trend of remaking A Softer World strips using figure skating or tennis pictures (possibly there've been remakes using other pictures but I haven't seen them. If you have, please point them out! I love these remakes!)

Originally this started because I love some of the remake versions but they've been designed to be quite fuzzy and the print quality wouldn't have been very good, so I wanted to make some versions without the fuzz so I could print them out. I... mostly stuck to this. Sometimes a little fuzz makes things prettier. Also I wasn't sure how much I cheated with using multiple pictures... then I decided some of the orignals do and therefore I didn't care. ;-) Some worked better than others but there's only a couple I actually like. It's more difficult than I thought it'd be to pick the right pictures! But it's fun trying. :D

So have eleven (oops missed one in the first post!) Softer World remakes, five tennis/six figure skating, with complimentary icons )

That was a marvellously fun waste of a day. I shouldn't do it too often but I would like to practise to get better at them. Choices choices! To waste time or not. At least messing in Photoshop is better than aimless surfing. I could almost call it productive. *cough*

I would comment on tonight's Doctor Who but I found it pretty disappointing so I can't really be bothered. It mostly wasn't bad, just...dull. And kind of depressing. Blah. It's a sad state of affairs when Spartacus: Blood and Sand is the best thing you've watched all week (not that Spartacus isn't worth watching! It's full of wonderful lulz and stylised violence and mostly-naked people! It's just not the most tightly scripted show on television, you know?)

Going to watch the final scores of Eurovision now. Lots of hilarity this year, nearly all due to Graham Norton's commentary. Twelve points to him!
clo_again: (Roger Federer)
So this morning I dragged myself into awakeness around 8:20am and tried to work out why the BBC was showing a repeat of Murray vs Isner instead of Roger's live match. It was only when I checked the AO site that I realised the evening matches started at half eight our time instead (they used to start at 7pm Australia time didn't they? Or not?) and I had to sit in bed and stare blankly at the internet to keep myself awake until the BBC interative coverage started and I could put it on. At which point I snuggled down in bed and spent about an hour attempting to watch tennis while mostly asleep. Thankfully Roger wasn't doing anything horribly stupid but I wouldn't say I actually watched most of the first two sets.

And then I fell asleep completely and woke up to Roger being asked by Jim Courier what he remembers about his first match with Lleyton and Roger admitting they were a. fourteen and b. he cheated. Essentially. Oh Roger you rebel you.

Possibly if I want to watch Murray tomorrow - and I do; I need to yell at the TV in hope of him winning - I should make it downstairs to the sofa. Yeah.

Not that falling asleep was a total loss; I had a bizarre dream that the Roger vs Lleyton match was taking place in my back garden in Wales which needless to say isn't big enough for a tennis court, never mind the entire Rod Laver Arena but by some TARDIS logic they'd fitted it in. I was watching and half-meandering around to be nosy and I found the showers and was amused that Roger had a massive bottle of custom-made shampoo. I was annoyed that I got chased out the showers by security before I found out how it smelled so I could be accurate in fic. Then after Roger won he had a hideously ugly suit to put on before he could talk to Courier; it was a black jacket covered in multi-coloured splashes of paint, a bright purple silk shirt and an orange tie. No trousers so I'm assuming he was going to wear it with his shorts. I told him it was so bad, it actually crossed the so-bad-it's-awesome line and he seemed somewhat offended; i was probably custom-made for him by the Prada elves or something. Then I offered Mirka a cup of tea because she was standing in my kitchen looking lost.

I don't know what's up with my subconscious sometimes. I won't even go into the part where we had to move to a concert hall for the next match (I assume they'd realised with some horror that they were playing in someone's tiny garden) and all the old WWE wrestlers (including Hornswoggle. Oh dear brain, really?) were there and they explained to me why tennis and wrestling were secretly the same thing. Sadly it was such thrilling reasoning that I can't remember it. Oh well.

I should watch tennis before falling asleep more often. Maybe next time I'll get to find out what flavour shampoo Roger uses.


On the downside, I've slept in again today and I meant to get up and apply for jobs and be a productive members of society. It's a little worrying how little I've done for two weeks. Okay, a lot worrying. All-night and all-morning tennis hasn't helped but... really. I need to be motivated and soon.
clo_again: (Puck - Fairy Time)
So about... two and a half hours ago, I thought "I shall fic! But first I shall nap for half an hour to kill my random headache" (this never works but I'm like Barnabas trying to dig holes in the plastic bottom of his wheel; it never works and yet I keep forgetting I unsuccessfully tried the same thing yesterday). And this time, maybe because I was thinking about the fic I should be writing or to punish me for hitting 'off' instead of 'snooze' on my alarm, my brain decided to give me a random nightmare. But with completely random unscary tennis players! I know. What.

If you're interested... )

So analyse that Freudians. I don't even know, other than I suspect the tennis players were thrown in because I went to sleep thinking about tennis. I don't know why Djokovic was lovely but also the creepy monster. So confused.

And as much as I'm happy not to be stuck in a house with lights that won't turn on (I hate that; nothing creeps me out more except things lurking in the dark which is probably related), I never got Roger Federer's autograph. Dammit!
clo_again: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
In case anyone is wondering, I have not been away from LJ because I've been flooded out! The floods are the opposite end of Cumbria to where I live and when I texted parentals earlier they said it's fine, just wet.

This news also came as a relief to me as I've been in London since Tuesday and I idly turned on the news this morning to see Cumbria attempting to imitate Atlantis, which wasn't quite what I'd pictured when [ profile] kindoftrouble mentioned last night that there was some flooding. I tell you what, it's enough to make me want a house on top of a tall hill.

In news of London! I went to the WTF draw at the London Eye on Wednesday but left late and tube was delayed so I only saw them coming out of the pod and not going in. Spotted Murray, the Bryans and Petch though so it counted as a win. :) I hung around the Embankment (they're staying in the hotel over the Aquarium there) a bit this afternoon but didn't spot anyone. Admittedly I was distracted by the awesome Christmas market and German mini-pancakes but I feel this was a fair trade. German mini-pancakes with Nutella = om nom nom.

Vague plans to player-stalk at the O2 tomorrow; we'll see how that goes. I have a feeling I may ask Robin Soderling for a hug if we get the chance because his twitter is rather sweet and I've seen him twice at Wimbledon now so I'm practically an official fan. Naturally I'm gleeful over getting to see Roger on Sunday too. Twice in one year! Awesomesauce.

Hah hah tennis players are now on the tellybox! I totally wish I'd been able to stalk their photoshoot. Damn.

Of course they show an interview with Andy Murrsay. Please smile Murray. It doesn't bother me that you're an android in interviews but it would make it easier to defend you to people. BE HAPPY. YOU'RE ALMOST-BEST IN THE WORLD.

Anyway, that's pretty much all the news I have. NaNo is still going slowly, but at least going. Yay! Tennis players this weekend. Double yay!! I got lost finding Harrods yesterday!* McFail!

*I came out the wrong Tube exit. In front of me where Harrods usually is was Harvey Nichols. I went "!!!!! HARVEY NICHOLS HAS HOSTILE-TAKEOVERED HARRODS AND NO ONE HAS NOTICED. WHUT." Then I occurred to me I'd thought the exit didn't look right and I wandered back the other way to see Harrods just around the corner. Somewhat relieved that Harrods had not been turned into a Harvey Nichols. I decided Harrods is too supremely awesome to be hostile-takeovered.**

**Then it ate £25+ of my money without me expending any effort at all and I thought maybe it would've been better if it'd been hostile-takeovered by Pound Stretcher.
clo_again: (Hustle - While You Sleep)
I just pre-ordered Strange Fate. Is that tempting... well, fate? It's just that the estimated release is less than five months away now and I don't particularly care if it's an absolutely terrible book, if it's three pages long (though Smith's reports suggest something more along the lines of The Count of Monte Cristo-length epichood), if it kills off all my favourite characters... (it's okay, Keller is a survivor. I'm not worried *crosses fingers*) I've been waiting since high school for this book. I'm going to buy it the moment it gets officially published anyway. But given that I have been waiting so long I'm just a little concerned that my preorder will sit and sit and sit past next April, never to be fulfilled. This is a book I don't believe in the existence of until it's in my hand and I can lock myself in a room to finish it.

Maybe I'll let the preorder sit but if the date gets pushed back I'll take that as a sign and cancel it. Hm.


As someone who is actually going to be sitting and watching them, I'd like to throw my two cents into the ring and say I'd quite like Soderling to qualify for London. We watched him play Roger at Wimbledon... two years (?) ago and we decided because he was Robin, Roger should be Batman. It was extremely entertaining. Plus I'm rather fond of him. Get to the final Soderling! C'mon!


I'm compensating for a crap couple of days with chips from our local chippy and both Roger and Tim Minchin on the tellybox tonight. I watched a bit of Nadal in hope that the universe would pay me back some of the crappy karma and he'd lose, but that's so against the principle of karma that I probably deserved him winning anyway. Must be nicer. Yes. (Which doesn't mean I won't be cheering for the other guy (any guy) in London. I try to be nice but a saint I am not and definitely not when it comes to tennis loyalties).


Part of the crap two days is the news that when we took Casper for his vaccinations yesterday (a, uh, few months late but we were moving to technically a different country Wales ---> England when they were actually due) the vet said he needs his teeth cleaned and a tooth taken out. Google tells me that this is a fairly commonplace occurence with pet cats/dogs and I shouldn't be worrying about him.

This is Casper. I worry when he takes five minutes longer to come in from outside when you call him. Of course I'm worried. When he had an ulcer on the back of his throat and the vet said ominously that it could be something more serious and we had to leave him in overnight, I cried in the car all the way home. I am not rational when it comes to my cat.

And since he's not going in until December 1st, I will be worried for the next two weeks. Just to let you all know in case I come across more crazy than usual until December 3rd (December 2nd *I'm going to the dentist for two fillings. Yesterday was a bad day teethwise all round).


NaNo is going... badly, in terms of word count. In better news I am still in fact working on it which is better than previous years. I won't make 50,000 short of a miracle (three solid days writing while [ profile] kindoftrouble is at work in London? Hm) but at least I am actually writing. It's nice.


Yeah, I'm all out. Behold the interestinghood of my life recently; at least I've mostly embargoed my work-related ranting because I annoy myself with it. Thank smeg I'm going to London and Cardiff in the next two months or I'd veg into a completely boring couch potato who witters on about their cat all the time...

Wait. Uh. Yeah.
clo_again: (Rafa/Roger - Twisted)
Is this ) the least flattering image of Nadal ever? It is entirely possible. Yes I laughed, because I'm a bad person sometimes. But it was posted on the main page of the ATP site; it's not as though I went hunting for it.


I'm in such a bad mood today. And now my useless father is yelling up the stairs about something. As you were.
clo_again: (Tim Minchin - Yay!)
I know, I know, two Youtube imbeds in three posts but I promised this as soon as I found it and trust me, it's so worth it. Who else votes for Jamie Cullum getting a cameo at some point during the Minchin's next tour and them doing a piano duet? I WOULD SO BE THERE.

Without further ado...

Posts will return to containing actual substance other than "Yay Minchin!" soon. At least until November and tennis, at which point it'll be "Yay! Roger!" until December when it'll be "Yay! Cardiff!"

...I squee a lot. Hm. Oh but wait, I just remembered November will also be full of bitching about my NaNo so it'll balance! Hooray!
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - Help Me!)
Things I've just discovered that make me happy; I'm planning to go see Up when I head to Lancaster for my birthday next week and on checking the film times just now, apparently they're showing it in 3D as well as 2D. Hurrah! The tickets are more expensive than for 2D but they're Super Saver Tickets because it's on a weekday before 5pm so it actually works out the same price as a normal ticket.

Birthday happys. Awesome. :D [ profile] jesse_kips you're welcome to come with if you want. If not I shall be cheesecaking and coffeeing and shopping for some time before! ^_^ I could see you in Starbucks say... half one?


So yeah, I haven't posted for a bit. S'up with that? Nothing really, except my general apathy toward life in general right now. I'm not doing anything which is really ridiculous when you consider that I only worked two hours today and only four yesterday and four Monday. It's just that working across the middle of the day seems to eat time to do anything and I come home only to bum around because I'm tired from work. I'm actually annoying myself immensely but don't know what to do about it.

Signed up for NaNo again and I'm officially in training, by writing a hundred more words a day to hopefully get myself in the habit. On Monday my word target was 200 words and I hit 350+. Yesterday target 300 and I hit 330. Today is 400 and I've been sitting around for seven hours now without so much as typing a word. I even opened the damn fic I'm working on earlier only to close it and have a nap instead. I can't be doing this when my word count needs to be 1600+ a day instead of 400. I'm going to have to start as soon as I get home from work, not right before I go to sleep. Argh. But, I guess, I knew I'd be like this which is why I'm trying to get in the habit. I'm off to watch In Treatment with my laptop now and hopefully I'll hit 400 words before I have to drag myself off to bed because I have two days of getting up early and three hours to work Saturday. I couldn't say no to working Saturday because I'd already asked for my birthday off. Meh. -_- Working six days in a row sucks, even when when it's just for a few hours some days. I really don't think this ridiculous job is helping the apathy at all, but I suspect it'll be great for NaNo (if I actually use the spare time) to be only working a few hours a day Monday-Wednesday.

Plus with all the extra hours I'm thinking I may as well stick it until Christmas because it's enough money to pay back my 'rents and considering basically everything tripwise is paid for now (London, hotel for Cardiff, train tickets except the ones from London-Cardiff because it worked out much cheaper to have an extra night in London around the Cardiff weekend. Dear British Rail, you are stupid) I might even have money left over for Christmas presents. :D Which is good!

Less good is my inability to accomplish even the simplest thing, like fill in application forms. I really need to take NaNo seriously this year. Some sort of daily goal would be awesome right now.


I never talked about how much fun I had in Edinburgh, partly because I started a post and got too lazy to finish halfway through so in my mind I did talk about it, only I never posted, and partly because I had such an awful cold that week and I came home and sleep-walked through the next few days because walking all over Edinburgh is exhausting when you're only breathing at half-capacity.

But I did have fun! Once I got there that is; I got to the train station early on the Saturday morning only to discover my train to Lancaster where I'd connect up to Edinburgh was cancelled, possibly due to the appalling amount of fog ) although I still can't see why fog would affect the trains enough to be cancelled. The parental drove me the forty minutes to Lancaster though and, thanks to having a half-hour wait between connections, I even had time to go get a Starbucks before my train. Did occur to me that that was the second thing to go wrong (first was my hotel being overbooked) and I spent the rest of the weekend in fear of the Third Thing (because these things happen in threes right?) but it was all fine. My hotel fears were baseless; the hotel I'd been moved to was very nice and I had an exec room which was decorated much nicer than the eye-scouring blue the website showed the basic rooms in. It was the wrong end of Prince's Street for everything I wanted (and Prince's Street is an epically long goddamn street) but I found the venue just fine and I found Grassmarket which was as full of cool shops as I remember it (the really cool sci-fi/fantasy bookshop had a plushy Cthulhu. I did not buy it but I really really wanted to).

I'd forgotten how staggeringly pretty Edinburgh is. All I could think walking around is that if they chose to film a fantasy film there and claim it was any sort of fantasy city? No CGI required. It's all turrets and arched windows and elaborate carvings, especially around the Royal Mile. I wish I'd had a day to just chill and wander a bit slower but it was still fun. I do like Edinburgh. Don't know if I've spent enough time there to officially love it but it's certainly right up there with Cardiff and Sydney on the 'cities I like to spend time bumming around just for the sake of being there' short-list.

I also managed one other thing I wanted to do while I was there, which was to go check out the Scott Monument ) in Prince's Street Gardens just because DAAS* did one of their Big Gig shows from there and I wanted to get a picture of it today. It was only later that I realised they might've done their show from the other side but from what I can remember (I haven't got around to checking on the DVD) it was definitely the side away from the road. It was a bit odd seeing something DAAS-related in such a decidedly UK setting. It kind of made me miss Australia more.

And then I got a bit more of Australia-in-the-UK with, of course, the entire reason I went; Tim Minchin who was brilliant. I had a spectacular view ) if you can tell from my appalling phone camera pictures, slightly to the side but almost as close as the front row and no one in front of me because I was in the front row of the balcony. The amazing seat totally made up for the ridiculous sore throat I had from walking around all day with a cold, because I didn't have to cheer too loud to make up for being right at the back. ^_^ He really is fantastic live. Canvas Bags got such an epic cheer so clearly the whole place was mostly full of previous Minchin-ers and although he didn't encore with Not Perfect, he did White Wine in the Sun which is enough to make me think I'll be buying the whole show off iTunes when I've got a bit more money. I'm jealous of [ profile] mayakitten for getting to see him now, because I'd love to go again. *wistful* If I'd been in London this weekend I would've gone to the ones he's doing at Hammersmith (though I'm not totally missing those because uh, I was regretting not buying a signed DVD so [ profile] kindoftrouble offered to try to get me one from Hammersmith, even though she isn't going to the show. So I'm kind of there in spirit! :D And also owe my soul to [ profile] kindoftrouble. Again. I could do with several hundred souls by now).

But on his next tour, I am so there. And so dragging along everyone else in sight because as fun as he was when I was by myself, it'd be even better with a bunch of people.

So kinda sad that's over but still to come this year: Roger Federer, Andy Roddick (as confirmed this week, yay!) and John Barrowman2 so I haven't exactly got a boring lead-up to Xmas. :DDDD


It's actually gone 11pm now and I still haven't written anything or moved off my bed. Right. Yes. In Treatment (which is already losing my interest on the third week but I like the girl on Wednesdays so I'm quite happy for tonight) and writing and I really need to start DVDing some of the Top Gear off the Sky box. After all, we should be getting a new series soon. I need the space. :D

You've been reading This Is Clo's Life. Hopefully I won't leave it over a week between posts next time so the next post won't need to be so epically long and rambling.


*Speaking of DAAS, I know why I'm not getting GNW uploads to Mininova; the person was using Demonoid to get them and it's down. I'm hoping when Demonoid goes back up, I'll be able to catch up. Really really hoping. I'm missing my weekly dose of McDermott something terrible. :( Damn you Demonoid.
clo_again: (Paul McDermott - Help Me!)
I'm home. So far it's weird but mostly nice, although I rather suspect I'll be very glad to head to Newcastle next Saturday just to get out of the house and be doing something again. However, there're no words to express how lovely it was to wake up at 7am this morning (I was in bed by 9:45pm. I'd just spent twenty two hours travelling; seriously, I'm amazed I held out that long) and to be able to get up and meander around without worrying about waking anyone, to wander downstairs and sit on the sofa with a coffee and get reacquainted with Harry the Second (my biiiig laptop). It was unspeakably wonderful. I rather think that if I'd been working in Australia and had my own place, I really wouldn't have wanted to leave. Add 'working in Australia-probably-Sydney-but-Melbourne-would-be-nice-too' to the list of things I'd like to do sometime, along with 'become famous author' and 'own debenture tickets to Wimbledon'.

And now I'm home, I have to say the biggest, hugest, massive-est THANK YOU to [ profile] chickybee32, [ profile] mayakitten, [ profile] acityofwonder, [ profile] irradiatedsoup, [ profile] futureperfect and [ profile] falln who all took time out of their lives and/or opened up their respective houses to the souvenir-crazy Brit to make my whole Australia experience so utterly wonderful. I love all of you. You're amazing. Whenever you all make it to the UK, whatever couch/spare bed I may have at the time is yours, along with tour guiding and much forcing encouraging you to watch British tv.

(I'll probably flail a little bit extra over you if you bring me more Tim Tams but I'll be ridiculously happy to see you regardless. ;) )

Seriously yous guys. You rule. <3


IN LESS HAPPY NEWS RELATING TO AUSTRALIA: I hate stupid TV laws that mean I can't watch the Good News Week stuff off the site back here in the UK. Ggrr. And no good Australian proxy servers seem to exist. It means I'll have to wait for the podcast to be uploaded before I can watch Monday's episode but Wil Anderson twittered about how hilarious it was filming it and I don't want to wait. Britain would love your comedy, Australia! You should sell it to Dave so they can repeat it a millionty one times a week!


On the plus side I did take about 150 caps of Paul doing his blog while I was still in Oz and now I'm happily engaged in making icons of them all, with only the occasional mournfulness over not being able to rewatch them whenever. Seriously. Unfair. But pretty icons!

And also a plus, my DAAS dvd works just fine on Harry II (who is huge. I'v had dinky little Beaver the Netbook for two months and now I suddenly have all seventeen-inch-screen of Harry back. It's weirding me out) and all my books have arrived so I suppose I should just suck it up and be glad that they upload the podcasts at all, for free. I'm thinking about downloading Thank God You're Here too. I'm pining for Aussie comedy and the new series of QI isn't being shown until *September* even though they've filmed it all, so there's no British awesome to distract me.

The woes of my life. Need moar comedy! Except, I'm pretty sure Dave will have a QI marathon on at some point this week - because they always do - and all will be right with the world once more. Give me a month; you'll say "Paul McDermott" and I'll say "Who?"

...That's a lie. But a comforting one.


Oh Andy. There're no words for the
suckitude of this happening to you in the all-too-short grass season
. There's a week until Wimbledon starts though, so I'm still optimistic hopeful.

On the subject of tennis, this made me giggle: Robin Soderling never threatened, the rain tried and gave up and the Spanish lunatic could only leave him a mite shaken, but not in the remotest stirred. Federer is so mellow, he just tried to shy away from the intruder instead of clocking him; one would liked to have seen the idiot try the same trick on Marat Safin.

I would indeed. Here's to some idiot running on court to try to drape a flag over Marat Safin! We'd probably get a lesson in how to break a racquet over someone's head. Certainly it'd be an example to all the crazies out there of why Chasing Someone With Easily-a-Potential-Weapon In Hand and a career in using it with no small amount of force, could be a bad idea.


...I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say but it's gone. Hm. Went on a walk with the parentals earlier and we saw a cormorant catch and eat an eel, which is exciting but not what I wanted to say. I think.

Oh well. I'm sure either Livejournal, Facebook or Twitter will be around for me to fling it to the internets when I remember.
clo_again: (Roger - The Difference Between)
I'm going home tomorrow (but I don't get home until the day after! Fun times!). *sadface* It's close enough for me to check the weather for when I land on Friday (it's barely 15 degrees over the next few days; I was expecting at least up to the twenties from what I've been hearing about crazy weather back there wtf?) and my 'rentals want my flight details and you know, I have less than no money left so it's good I'm going, and yes I know I've been complaining about hostels and repacking my backpack for the forty millionth time but... that was when I wasn't two days from going home. There's still stuff I haven't bought! There's still stuff I haven't done! Except the Rod Lave arena tour which we're planning to do Thursday as one of my Last Day Things so I can giggle at the locker rooms and spend too much in the little shop (I don't know if they have a little shop but I'm guessing they do. If backpacking has taught me anything, it's that everywhere will have a little shop).

[ profile] irradiatedsoup we're planning on heading in for the tennis centre tour at 1pm, then do the acquarium after (the tennis tour should finish around 2:15-2:30pm) so you can come do the tennis tour with us or just the acquarium or whatever. :) I have my phone but don't have any credit left, so let me know on the interwebs tonight or just text me where you are tomorrow and we'll come find you.

And that'll be it.Which is weird but you know, home will be nice. And I'm only there a week before I head to Newcastle & London anyway, so it's not like I'll have time to get bored. It's just oh, Australia. Why do you have to be so far away?

But anyway right now I have some time to kill so have That Icon Meme, gacked from [ profile] kindoftrouble:
icon meme! )

If you want me to pick some of your icons, you might be waiting until Saturday because tomorrow night I'm spending almost twenty-four hours travelling and then at least eight sleeping that off. I won't have forgotten! It's taken me five days to finish this post though. Um. Maybe make that Sunday.

Later I have to pack for the last time. Mmmm, that cannot be over soon enough.
clo_again: (Roger - The Difference Between)
I was just checking to see when the tennis was starting and it occurred to me that I really should record this (I mean, hopefully this is going to be something that I want to see) but my parents aren't home (it cost me my last £1 of phone credit to find that out, ARGH). [ profile] kindoftrouble are you recording it?
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