the twelfth doctor, ladies and gentlemen
I can’t tell you what Harry Potter / circumcision rabbit hole I jumped down with both feet a few weeks ago - and fuck me if that isn’t possibly the weirdest sentence I have ever written in my entire fucking existence to this point - but there is a very nice picture out there of a totally nude Daniel Radcliffe. Who is uncircumcised. If you care about that sort of thing.
(And the voices in my head just started arguing that “If it’s good enough for the Chosen One, it’s good enough for me…” *shakes fist at anti-circ friends*)
For the record, don’t do Harry Potter fanfic research whilst trying to keep up with yet another argumentative thread on Facebook about circumcision, kids, it’s like… I have no fucking idea. Drunk googling probably couldn’t have gotten me to that picture even if it was my sole objective to turn the computer on.
Change of topic, yeah?
Hmmmm. What could I possibly say to top that little revelation?
Yeah, I got nothin’…
I like the new job a lot more now I’m able to play without much adult supervision. I’m finding a lot of things that the previous person(s?) hadn’t been doing, but that’s because I’m approaching this position from an accountant’s POV, not a dispatcher’s. That’s not a slam against the most recent person at all, because I actually like them, but they don’t have the accounting background to see these things and understand the impact they can have. They don’t care that I’m finding their mistakes, and I’m having a blast finding them.
Of course, we’ve already had to have the “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” chat, which is even more fascinating because I was told I wouldn’t like that person. I actually like them quite a bit.
You can graduate high school but you can never leave.
The best part of all this ridiculous drama is that EVERYBODY has decided they can talk to me about everyone else. It’s absolutely fascinating. I’m just sitting there, absorbing it all, and promptly forgetting it as soon as I get in the car.
I was nervous for a while that I had made the wrong choice, but eh… I’m going to be just fine there.
nakey is… nakey!
I’ve started playing around with a piece of writing software called Scrivener and it’s pretty neat. I wish there was an iOS app, because I’m having trouble with the workaround. For whatever reason, I can’t get it to sync properly. I’m digging it, though, because I don’t have to write linearly. It’s been great to start a new section of the story and be able to jump around from part to part as inspiration strikes.
I used to love Storiyst, but the major problem I had with it was when I was trying to write 30 Day OTP Challenges. I couldn’t plot with index cards and move them independently of the text. I contacted them, and there wasn’t a workaround for that that worked quite in the way I wanted it to. Maybe I never played with the software enough, but training was hard to find and while the forums are awesome, I always have a problem with the jerks. They always want to tell me to start with things I already know, or tell me to RTFM, and no one ever has constructive input.
I’m not finding that with Scriv.
It’s interesting and fun to change things up and I really love the level of personalisation that I can get with Scriv. I can change icons, fonts on those icons, and it’s just bloody brilliant. I don’t know know why it took me to long to finally play with it. I mean, I got it at a steep discount when I won NaNoWriMo a few years back, but I was so satisfied with Storyist that I never really wanted to change. It’s been sitting on the laptop taking up room I don’t have, and it wasn’t until I decided to start removing software I don’t use that I even remembered I had it.
Now - moving my projects between iPhone and laptop issues aside - I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to go back to Storyist unless it’s to pull out old projects and import them to Scriv.
First week at the new job in the books.
I went though a metric fuck-ton of webinar training. It was a little weird and I was starting to be concerned, but then we went a little more in detail about the actual job and now I’m exited again.
It has the opportunity to be heavy on the cost accounting side, which is awesome. I’ve always wanted to be a cost accountant and now - a gazillion years into my accounting career - I finally found an entry-level cost position.
Two steps forward, twelve steps back.
I don’t know why I can’t figure out how to continually move forward, but every step is movement to somewhere…
I think I need a fucking map.
Oh well, the journey’s part of the fun.
it’s strange that the common enemy isn’t the series main villain
I’m in between jobs - start the new one Monday - so I’ve spent my week deep cleaning the house. I didn’t touch three rooms, but I will. (The extra bedroom is getting a window replaced, so that will need to be cleaned when they’re done. Then there’s my scrapbook room and my office. Those two I’ve been putting off for a long time. I may start my office today.)
I only clean like this when I’m upset, so that tells you how my last week at the old job went.
The little Drarry fic that could has exceeded my expectations.
My favourite comment on the piece so far: Please for the love of Merlin, describe the sex!! Other than that, it’s awesome.
Unfortunately (Fortunately?), I suck at writing detailed sex scenes. Plus, these versions were young, confused, boys. They’re of age, and not virgins, but I think making allusions to het sex and blow jobs is enough. It wouldn’t have enhanced the plot and it would have made me totally uncomfortable to post. (I keep thinking of my 15 year old beta… I don’t want to write something filthy that someone that young can read.) Besides, if they want to read detailed sex, all they need to do is search for “PWP” on AO3.
But, you know, it was awesome even without the sex.
I really wanted to take a bubble bath today, but I’m out of bubble bath.
Getting bubble bath would require taking a shower so that I’m decent enough to leave the house… That seems counter-productive to me. Ugh.
In other bathroom news, our dripping sink was finally fixed. The plumber was a young kid and totally hot. What a nice way to start my day.
and jkr wonders why so many ship drarry…
Our second mortgage was sold twice, and our new loan servicer has sucked since day one.
I noticed that they’ve been applying our payments only to interest and I’ve now called three times. Each time I’ve been told that it is a simple daily interest loan and that I’ve missed payments.
It USED to be a HELOC - a simple daily interest loan, but I changed it to a standard P & I loan back in 2007. They claim that they have a copy of my promissory note that says it’s a HELOC.
I went to log into their site, but it doesn’t look like it belongs to a bank. ( Seriously. That’s the website on the bill.) I’m terrified to give them my personal information and open an online account.
So now I need to call them a FOURTH time and demand a copy of that promissory note… or hope to Dog that the website is legit so that I can download a copy of the note they’re referencing.
As if that’s not bad enough, TWICE I’ve asked for my amortisation schedule and they’ve sent me a statement of my payments.
The news online isn’t good - this is a company that does nothing but fuck over their customers.
I’m guessing that I will lose about $700 on the loan if I move it without straightening this out. It’s almost worth it to me to get it away from these fuckers…
In happier news, the response to my story has been awesome. It’s now my most kudo’d, most subscribed, and most bookmarked story on AO3. It’s lagging in hits, but they’re still jumping daily.
Also, in happier news, ask and ye shall receive.
I put something out into the universe, and the universe is delivering.
Maybe something will happen soon…
the crappy little fan fic that could
Yeah… I’m still a wee bit excited by the response.
I’m ridiculously proud of the (subtle) improvements in my Ukrainian. I knew it was finally sticking when I forgot to cancel this morning’s class. Amazingly, I had an excuse at the ready as to why the homework wasn’t done. I did end up doing the homework AFTER I realised I could tell her “I didn’t get any homework done because I was sick” in Ukrainian. In practically perfect Ukrainian.
Odd that THAT would serve as motivation to actually do the homework before today’s class. Class was still rough - I have no voice - but it wasn’t terrible.
My pronunciation still sucks balls, but everything else is progressing nicely.
Cranking along on my third Drarry fic.
Yeah. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me either.