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brigdh: (I am hopeless. Yay!)
Oh, creepypasta, I adore you so, but it is wildly irrational for me to spend hours reading you when it is late at night. I may never sleep again!
brigdh: (writing)
Okay, so everyone is submitting stuff for Swords and Sorcery 24, apparently! I blame [livejournal.com profile] rachelmanija. They're looking for stories with "a strong female protagonist". I like this idea, and want to play also. (Let's see how many LJ'ers we can get into the issue!) If anyone has any prompts, ideas, or thoughts, I would appreciate them.

Or for [livejournal.com profile] imagnarybeasts, who has the theme of 'cities'! For which I just need ideas on a plot, but I suppose plots are sorta central to a story.
brigdh: (procrastination)
Man, I would so much rather be in bed than writing this paper.
brigdh: (sleep: my favorite unconscious state)
I am so tired. Granted, that probably has something to do with the fact that I didn't go to bed until after 5 last night, but I reserve the right to complain nonetheless.

Besides, it is pouring rain in such enormous quantities that there are flood warnings out. These two things together mean that it's totally justifiable if I do nothing at all productive today, right?

I'd demand you all entertain me, but feel free to be equally tired and lazy as well.
brigdh: (school)
Today in the mail I got a slightly-late "easter basket"- a bigger than shoebox-sized box stuffed with peeps and cheap chocolate (mmmm, candy)- and a slightly-early birthday card, with a check (mmmm, money), which is an excellent take for one day's mail.

Now, however, I should be reading several articles and taking notes to write a paper on them. I cannot imagine anything I would like less to do, except perhaps what I'll be doing later tonight, which is going through duck bones and labeling them. It's really too unfortunate that there isn't any dramatic event I could deal with and claim as a legitimate excuse not to do either of these things. Like... aliens invading the city. Outbreak of super-contagious smallpox! Meteor strike! Fending off assassination attempts by a gang of rouge pirates-ninjas would totally be a good reason to procrastinate on schoolwork.

Tomorrow

Mar. 31st, 2007 04:29 pm
brigdh: (I do porn)
Oh my god! [livejournal.com profile] springkink starts tomorrow, and I only have one of my stories (of four) written. And that one still needs to be edited, and it's not even the first one due. Uh, whoops. Who else wants to panic with me?

Tomorrow is also the beginning of April, which is, as you may know, National Poetry Month in the US. Hopefully no one will be annoyed if I start posting poetry every day, since I plan to do so anyway. April also means my birthday is coming up! It's on April 10th. Just, y'know, saying.

Speaking of [livejournal.com profile] springkink by the way, trying to google anything about "bloodplay" proved surprisingly unhelpful. Not that I think the characters involved particularly care about the safety rules of such, but I thought it might be inspirational for me to research. And yet: barely anything could be found. I thought the internet was for porn! Though trying to do the same for the prompt of "fur on skin" proved to be embarrassingly high on the list of 'things I should not google while in public'.
brigdh: (procrastination)
ARGH. I have five hours to finish a six-page paper (of which I've written two sentences) for a professor I hate. Mainly because she grades papers in this way: if I write a sentence such as "The noise of leaves, birds, and insects are important sources of such useful information as prey location for hunting and identification of place and time, and are conceptualized by the Kaluli as the ideal of beauty", she will leave a note saying "and water". Bitch, if I was going to list every single thing in the rain forest that made noise, I could have had six pages of that alone and forgotten the whole theorizing thing. Clearly I was mistaken in assuming which of the two you would rather have.

Anyway, I only have five hours to write this one (and clearly posting to livejournal is an excellent way to make progress on that) because then I have to go pick up one of new graduate students who is attending the university's Open House and staying with me for the rest of the week. Again, argh.

In the meantime I have posted some songs to [livejournal.com profile] audiography, whose current theme is 'your top five songs at the moment'.

Um. Are any of you doing anything interesting? Talk to me while I write this paper, people.

ETA: Hey, now I have more time! The girl's flight was delayed, thus providing the one example ever of airport troubles being to my benefit.

Random

Feb. 27th, 2007 12:32 pm
brigdh: (XD)
Now that I've finally gotten around to paying for my usericons, I have new, extra spaces! Wheee. Because 115 icons just was not enough.

I really want a New York icon. But I cannot find one, and though I am usually competent enough to make any icon I want, google images has not provided me with any good photos. Does anyone want to be terribly kind and point out some icons that already exist, so I can be lazy and use those?

Speaking of New York (most labored segue ever), I need to clean my room so that I can entertain visitors. No: I really, really need to clean my room. It looks like a bomb exploded in here. Um, if they made bombs out of clothes and loose sheets of journal articles.

Oh, I don't want to go to class today. I'm very tired. Let's all just take a nap instead of working; I think it would be a very productive day.
brigdh: (procrastination)
I'm currently seeing how long I can manage to procrastinate before I absolutely have to start writing the paper I have due tomorrow. It's exciting. It has so far involved making progress on reading my way through the latest issue of [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu, re-organizing some of my music collection, finishing a book, and wandering various streets and bookstores for a while.

But I'm being good and am not attending the screening of Nanny Diaries that is apparently on tonight. (Alright, I would totally have have gone as yet another way to waste time, if only the wandering through bookstores had not meant I hadn't gotten the email about it in time to pick up the free tickets.)

I was going to join in on the annual WIP amnesty day, which was apparently this weekend, but I seem to have lost all copies of the story I was planning on posting. That's... really annoying. Not terrible, I suppose, because the only reason I was going to post it was because I had no intention of finishing it, but I still do hate to lose a story forever, even one half-done. I wonder if I have any printed off copies anywhere.
brigdh: (tee!)
I finally managed to force myself to start writing that paper at around 1am last night. By 3:30, I'd written all six pages of it, around 1,700 words. I... did not know I was capable of that. I had assumed I just wouldn't be sleeping last night, but I suppose this is far preferable, if surprising.

I've decided that the issue I have with this linguistics anthropology class (and possibly all cultural anthropology!), is that everything is either so entirely abstract and vague that it could be applied to anyone anywhere, and thus is almost meaningless, or is so context- and culturally- specific that it can't work outside of this one place and moment in time. And then people try to use either set of evidence as a way to generalize about people's thoughts, and it makes me flail and go No! You can't know that! You're just guessing! It's certainly interesting to say "every speech act is intended to do more than one thing", but where do you go then? You can't set up any general theory of social meaning off of that, and so I never have anything to say. I want proof and statistics and graphs! I want to talk about which models best fit the physical evidence! Which clearly is why I'm in archaeology instead, and I suppose at least now I know.

Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] louiselux posted a link to the Gender Genie, which can supposedly guess your gender based on a sample of your writing. I've been playing around with it, and the different results that come up are insteresting. This paper was very male (M:2786/F:1400), my last livejournal post was slightly male (M:723/F:699), but my last story was pretty female (M:695/F:1106). Which clearly proves that, when speaking in my own voice, I'm a guy, but Richard is a girl*.

Or something.

Currently I'm wasting a few hours before I go out to meet people for karaoke (yeah, I don't know, it wasn't my idea). Given that I've finally written all these papers and so on, I will have free time this weekend! I'm excited. I have interesting posts I've been thinking about and planning, and can take a look at the stories I've got half-finished, and hopefully polish them off. Plus, Remix assignments come out on Saturday! I'm all anxious.


*After I thought of that joke, of course I had to stick the only piece of Alec-POV I've written into the system to see what would happen. Though it was too short to work well, Alec is apparently male (M:232/F:155). Ha!
brigdh: (archaeology)
It is vaguely warmer here! That puts me in such a good mood; I want to go run around to various parks and stroll down random streets. Quite possibly the same mood inspired the group of teenage boys playing skins vs shirts basketball I passed earlier. You guys, I realize that it's no longer the bitter, painful cold it's been, but it's only 39 and it's the middle of February. Put your clothes back on.

Alas, though, I cannot play half-naked basketball because I have to- let's see- "develop a model for the social dynamics of early villages and towns in late Neolithic Egypt". Fascinating.

You know, I've noticed that I overhear many more random conversations when I'm not constantly wearing headphones. My favorite so far involved a group of yuppies debating whether the United States was going to join the EU or become 'North Mexico'; it would have to be one or the other, you see, because "those people are just as smart as us, and they work harder".
brigdh: (Goku wears headphones)
I've been incredibly busy all week (in case you couldn't tell, from the lack of posts), and now I need to finish writing two papers, read a book plus several hundred pages of articles, find and revise my CV, upload various notes, and probably several other things I've forgotten. Before Tuesday.

But I'm taking a break for a moment, so you all get some of the music I'm currently obsessed with. I'm going through a crazy-loud dance music phase, which is oh so convenient without a player that lets me bounce to it as I walk places.

Matthew Herbet - Birds of a Feather
You're twisting, it's the way you're shifting,
It's the way you're twisting.
We're like a calf and its leather, (how so tell me)
And you know that your skin will always be taut.
We're gonna all hang together, (how so tell me so)
'Cause you know that your skin will always be taut round here.


The slowest song I'm uploading, but probably the prettiest. If you don't like techno, this is the one to take.

Shout Out Out Out Out - Self Loathing Rulz (Malente Remix)
(no lyrics)

I'm fascinated by the title of this song: is it supposed to be "the rules of self loathing" or "self loathing is awesome"? I don't know, but this is an excellent computer disco/synthesizer song.

Poor Leno (Silken Soul Remix)/There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (Acapella) - Erlend Øye + Röyksopp
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us,
I'd die by your side.
If a ten-ton truck kills the both of us,
I'll die by your side,
I'll die by your side,
Such a heavenly way to die.


Alec song, what! I am seriously in insane amounts of love with this song.

Fall Out Boy - This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race
I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words,
And I don't really care, which side wins,
Long as the room keeps singing, that's just the business I'm in.
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race,
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race,
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race,
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress.
I'm the leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate!


Pop-punk, not techno, but whatever; it's still good to dance to. Fall Out Boy's new album finally came out last week, I think. I've had the leaked copy for a while. I don't like it as much as 'From Under Cork Tree', but this is my favorite song from the new one.

Cobra Starship - Send My Love to the Dancefloor, I'll See You in Hell (Hey Mister DJ)
Let it go, there's no way you can save it now.
Get back, you know that the city is burning.
So the story goes, it makes you wonder.
'Cause if we're trapped and we're never gonna find a way out to
Get out- we're gonna dance now!


Still pop-punk. Seriously, you have to love a song where the title is longer than any line actually sung.

Gogol Bordello - Gypsy Part of Town
Soon enough they all turn around,
Soon enough you'll see them in a different part of town.
Oh, gadjo gets lost in a gypsy part of town.
Let's go!


Gypsy-punk. No, really, it's a genre, though this is the only group I know of that plays it. The main singer's voice is so growly and menacing; it fits perfectly with the lyrics of this song, as opposed to some of their others. Lots of fun, in a strange way.
brigdh: (*stares*)
Tonight, I am writing* for a few hours while I wait for it to get late enough to go out.

Leave me interesting comments? I just can't think of any meme going around currently which I could use to attract attention somewhat more subtly. Oh, yes, there was that one quiz... I am apparently a Badass Uke. Discuss.


*Not the story I finished a draft of last week. A new one I had an idea for and started writing because it seemed so short that I thought I might finish in a few hours. After spending all last night poking at it and rearranging things and sighing over sentence construction, I finally gave in and accepted that, just possibly, the sections might need to be longer than drabbles.
brigdh: (bitch please)
I adore horror movies. However, I loathe the gory aren't-snuff-films-illegal? Saw/Hostel/The Hitcher (also? 'The Hitcher' is the most idiotic title of a movie I've ever heard. Who the fuck says 'hitcher'? The word is 'hitchhiker', seriously, it's not that long) genre that seems to be the only type of horror movie coming out lately. I've been watching previews of the upcoming Primeval with interest, in the hope that maybe here would finally be a movie I could stand. I didn't have a lot of hope, but hey, there's always a chance.

The commercials keep claiming that it's "based on the true story of the deadliest serial killer ever". I'd been idly wondering who they were talking about, but wasn't terribly concerned about it. And then last night I saw a commercial where they named him: Gustave. Was that the crazy French medieval werewolf guy?, I wondered, not being able to think of any other serial killers named Gustave. So I googled it.

It is a crocodile. People, what the hell. That is not an appropriate villain for a horror movie. I think I almost prefer the snuff films to yet another movie in the grand tradition of Lake Placid and Anaconda. I share this news with you in case anyone else was under the mistaken impression that Primeval might be worth seeing.

By the way, the crazy French medieval werewolf guy was probably one of these, though none of those stories seem to quite match the one I was thinking of. They'd still make a better movie than freaking crocodiles, though.
brigdh: (Oh boy sleep!)
More people should post at 4am. Here I am, needing distraction, and there is a distinct lack of new posts.

C'mon, plenty of you are in different time zones! It could be the middle of the day where you are.

Really, I don't know what I keep you all around for, if you're not going to be entertaining.
brigdh: (I do porn)
Guess who's starting a paper twelve hours before it's due! No, go on, guess- you'll never believe who it is.

Um, yeah. So, I'm doing the third and final revision of the story for my fiction writing class. The first draft had a sex scene in it (because it's required in everything I write. I don't know why I do this to myself; a story or two more and it'll be time for me to have an existential crisis over writing solely porn), but it got dropped from the second draft. The sex still happened, of course, it just happened off-screen, between two other scenes.

Which prompted two people to declare, during the critique, that they missed the sex, and another three to make notes to me about wanting the sex back. I find this to be the funniest thing ever. Oh, you poor, innocent English majors. I will convert you to the smut yet.

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