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I HAZ ME AN INTERNETS!!!

Oh how I've missed you internet (seriously; how do people run their lives without internet? Train times, film times, the news, the weather; how does anyone function without it all there, all the time? I mainly played a lot of Sims 2 and lived in a bubble for two weeks). The internet probably missed me less, especially considering I've done a grand total of diddly squat since I was last sitting on a sofa with my laptop open to LJ.

Well okay, I've moved a couple of hundred miles north, unpacked everything I own from boxes, bags and suitcases and crammed it into a smaller space than before, fangirled over Derren Brown a lot with make_a_move, whined a lot about our COMPLETE LACK OF SNOW HERE *is not bitter, really*, avoiding my parents as much as possible, watched a tennis match, ignored a tennis match, thought about a tennis match some more until it made me want to write fic... then went away and wrote an entirely different fic.

Because. You see. I got a couple of extra bookcases out of the move, which meant I got enough space to have out books I hadn't seen in years. Most of my Tamora Pierce collection was out already but Kel was at the back of the cupboard, along with the one Daine book I owned (I'd read everything but from the library, years ago). In London at New Year I bought a new set of the Immortals quartet from Forbidden Planet and then, when I was thinking how nice it'd be to see all my TP books out together for the first time ever (they take up pretty much an entire shelf of the bookcase), it occurred to me that I only owned the first two Alanna books. Which was kind of annoying. So I bought The Woman Who Rides Like A Man and Lioness Rampant before I lost my 'net, so aside from unpacking in my almost-three weeks away from LJ's procrastination, I re-read my way through Tortall backwards, from Kel to Daine to Alanna.

And then, having read Alanna in full for the first time since the first time, years and years ago - I realised a lot of things about the final book really bugged me. I didn't like Roger in my first reading of those books. I really really hated him (Roger Federer appearing on my TV as I type that is not comforting universe). On my second reading of the latter two I found that rather than hating him, I was hating not seeing his side of the story. Yeah so he's crazy but with reason and, despite the monumental stupidity of the other characters in letting him wander freely through the pages to wreak chaos, and despite similar monumental stupidity from his own minions, he's actually a pretty successful bad guy despite-or-because-of that insanity.

This is turning into that 'meta on Roger, Duke of Conté' that I'm not going to do right now because it's about time I actually read a different book. Instead, have the fic that came from venting my frustration over the total lack of exploration into Roger's side of the story during Lioness Rampant. As a side note I, uh. Realise only a few of you on my flist will have any idea what I'm rambling about but that's no excuse considering the innate awesome of Tamora Pierce and how you should all go immediately to Amazon to buy her entire library. Go, quick. Actually read the first thing I've actually written in I think over a year first, then go.

It is indeed the first thing I've written in over a year. It's the first thing I've actually finished in longer than I care to remember. So, judge away but I finished something. Clearly to be a writer all I have to do is quit my job.

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(link goes to my fic IJ)


Title: To Kill A King
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Song of the Lioness quartet, specifically toward the end of Lioness Rampant. Implied Roger/Thom, implied Roger/Jonathan if you squint (don’t judge me; even Alanna says “I know you love him” in Hands of the Goddess).
Word Count: 2,903
Summary: An early morning summons to Jonathan’s room could spell ruin for Roger’s plan.

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I really want to go to bed now but the lure of shiny new internets is strong. Mmmm.

edit: I hhmmm over sleep and the internet delivers; there's piercefic community. Cue me not getting anymuch sleep tonight then. Good thing I have chocolate.

There... there is some insanity going on in fandom or really more on general LJ right now. Fandom Wank is a good place to start and there are various other people are tracking various things to do with it.

I just... the levels of crazy are enough to leave me staring blankly at the screen right now. I'm not even associated with the comms or interests that are getting targeted and I'm still sitting here rethinking the decision not to flock everything. Not to mention the deleting-all-interests approach some people are taking, which sucks because I've found friends through interest searches. Back when tennis slash was taking off, watching the number of people listing it as an interest go up every day gave me a fuzzy warm feeling. I find comms through interest searches; my recent Pegg/Hot Fuzz craze would've floundered without them. So no, I kinda don't want to remove all my interests when there's nothing wrong with them and they work perfectly well for how they're intended - to find other people who're equally fannish over movies and actors and fic.

I hate feeling paranoid when I don't think I've done anything to deserve it. Going back to Heroes (four episodes just tonight and starting the fifth, because it's too fantastic to stop) and keeping a wary eye on f_w and LJ. Seriously. What is up with the interweb overloading on the crazy lately?

It's somehow hugely funny that to ask L something a second ago, I didn't walk the thirty seconds down the corridor or pick up the -- *free* -- internal phone right next to me -- no, I went on Facebook and sent her a message.

In twenty years, we're not even going to have to leave our rooms anymore are we? Sigh. :)

I should've been to town and back by now but instead I'm still sitting here in my PJs. >_< It's official; I need a proper alarm clock.

Just heard on the radio that Hamster's condition improved slightly overnight. Still slightly surreal because this is *Hamster*; he drives over Icelandic lakes and crashes into things and stands in front of jet engines without anything going wrong. He was driving a van earlier this year that tipped over at speed and he was cracking jokes as he climbed out. Something going this wrong hasn't registered, at all.

(I'm going to be twitching about this for at least the next week by the way, so probably best to either ignore me or go watch some of his awesomeness on Top Gear.)

Really not getting on with my journal in this style but looking around at people who can actually make Opal look fantastic is depressing. I want to be able to do that. Really, really do. Okay, so maybe not enough to learn what all that crazy coding does but enough that I'll be poking at it like crazy in the next day or so. At the very least I want my sidebar and 'edit' links at the bottom of each entry back, though I'm wondering if I should just have a completely mad revamp of everything if I can work out the coding. Turning 21 -- new new me (not really but any excuse), new new LJ. Sounds good.

When I'm downloading anything of size right now, I have to constantly load new pages or refresh to keep my 'net connection from jumping and losing the entire download (sendspace not supporting resume? No love at *all*.) Hence why I'm sitting here longing for breakfast but I'm at 59% and damned if I'll let it stop now. Please don't stop, *please*. I'm desperate here.

edit: Obsessive page loading and parents wandering round is preventing me from reading this right now but a quick scan and the pairing alone is enough for a rec:

Captain Jack Meets His Match by mortissimo005, Jack Sparrow/Jack Harkness (I'm not kidding). BETTER THAN CRACK.

The internets always knows how to cheer me up by being completely batshit.

edit: Sometimes Clarkson really does say it best. "Both James and I are looking forward to getting our hamster back" I think goes for the rest of us too.

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