invaders from the fifth dimension
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I've had a nice weekend. The Siren is back from Forn Parts, and I'd missed her; we managed to go grocery shopping this morning without anybody crying; yesterday was
eruthros' birthday and part of how she chose to celebrate was watching "Bride of Chaotica!" (note, the exclamation point goes inside the quotation marks.)
(My favourite part: Satan's Robot. "Invaders from the fifth dimension! Invaders from the fifth dimension! Invaders!" - Harry dings it - "invaders.")
Also:
It was a lovely evening.
In other news, I have made no progress on Remix whatsoever,
gavagai and I have spent a lot of time recently discussing the many many LOTS of times Rupert Giles is awesome [note: spoilers for the Buffy season 8 comics, if you're into those] and I was pleased to note that although
lgbtfest has retired for the time being,
queer_fest has appeared to take up the slack.
(Partly because of this, I've put all my Buffy fic onto the AO3, after a good long while of dithering about it; the problem is it's right on the edge of writing I am embarrassed to have on the internet - 2002 and 2003 are pretty much a no, so most of my Harry Potter fic and all of my SG-1 fic is not archived, and the M*A*S*H stories have already been read by everyone in the world I am comfortable having read them! - but the Buffy stories were written in 2004. And so they've gone up, with the caveat of I-was-sixteen-when-I-wrote-this appended to the bottom. And they've got kudos! After an initial dislike, I think I can say I'm definitely come around to the AO3 kudos idea. It's nice to know people like stories I wrote seven years ago.)
In matters non-fannish, though, I am not doing so well: I am back from spring break feeling like I have a) a tonne of work to do and b) too unmotivated to get up off the couch for a glass of water and c) also too scatterbrained to do anything at the right time in the right order. I want to blame the weather - rumours of the death of winter have been greatly exaggerated - but I live in upstate New York. The weather is a given, like oxygen. I need to do some work sometime. And everyone from my therapist to my mother to the nice lady who remembers my coffee order at the vegan cafe has been telling me that it's not long till I leave, now - which is true, of course, but I do not know what I feel about it, okay. It's a mixture of oh god I will never do that much work in that short a time and oh yay I get to go home and a horrible new interloper of a feeling, which is: I'm sorry to go.
Well, I am. I am happy here. I am happier here than I was most of last year and waaaaay more than 2009. I'm happy. I could get a Wegmans shoppers' card and a New York driver's license and I'd be happy about that. This semester has been going like a breeze compared to the previous one, and even if I weren't happy to be here, I now know exactly what it's like to leave behind friends and a community and little cafes where they know you and cross the ocean to another country, and to pack up everything you own while feeling like you're leaving something of yourself behind, and I don't want to do it again. I don't. It hurt a lot, the first time.
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(My favourite part: Satan's Robot. "Invaders from the fifth dimension! Invaders from the fifth dimension! Invaders!" - Harry dings it - "invaders.")
Also:
Me, yawning: Okay, it's late, I should go home.eruthros: Once again, you get away with seeing The Sentinel.
Me: I promise you before I go, you can show me The Sentinel. You can tie me to a chair and show me The Sentinel.livrelibre: We can prop your eyes open with toothpicks.
Me: We're gonna need a safeword.
It was a lovely evening.
In other news, I have made no progress on Remix whatsoever,
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(Partly because of this, I've put all my Buffy fic onto the AO3, after a good long while of dithering about it; the problem is it's right on the edge of writing I am embarrassed to have on the internet - 2002 and 2003 are pretty much a no, so most of my Harry Potter fic and all of my SG-1 fic is not archived, and the M*A*S*H stories have already been read by everyone in the world I am comfortable having read them! - but the Buffy stories were written in 2004. And so they've gone up, with the caveat of I-was-sixteen-when-I-wrote-this appended to the bottom. And they've got kudos! After an initial dislike, I think I can say I'm definitely come around to the AO3 kudos idea. It's nice to know people like stories I wrote seven years ago.)
In matters non-fannish, though, I am not doing so well: I am back from spring break feeling like I have a) a tonne of work to do and b) too unmotivated to get up off the couch for a glass of water and c) also too scatterbrained to do anything at the right time in the right order. I want to blame the weather - rumours of the death of winter have been greatly exaggerated - but I live in upstate New York. The weather is a given, like oxygen. I need to do some work sometime. And everyone from my therapist to my mother to the nice lady who remembers my coffee order at the vegan cafe has been telling me that it's not long till I leave, now - which is true, of course, but I do not know what I feel about it, okay. It's a mixture of oh god I will never do that much work in that short a time and oh yay I get to go home and a horrible new interloper of a feeling, which is: I'm sorry to go.
Well, I am. I am happy here. I am happier here than I was most of last year and waaaaay more than 2009. I'm happy. I could get a Wegmans shoppers' card and a New York driver's license and I'd be happy about that. This semester has been going like a breeze compared to the previous one, and even if I weren't happy to be here, I now know exactly what it's like to leave behind friends and a community and little cafes where they know you and cross the ocean to another country, and to pack up everything you own while feeling like you're leaving something of yourself behind, and I don't want to do it again. I don't. It hurt a lot, the first time.
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on 2011-03-28 03:26 am (UTC)Probably none of that is succeeding in cheering you up. Um. I could suggest that you watch some of The Sentinel?
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on 2011-03-28 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-29 03:35 am (UTC)Re: Sentinel, chair, bondage, eyelid-props, and then we'll talk. :P
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on 2011-03-28 05:01 pm (UTC)<3
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on 2011-03-28 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-29 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-28 04:18 am (UTC)AS ALL PROPER AMERICANS KNOW, YOU LIMEY.
2. Weirdly, 2004 (veeery late 2004) is my dividing line between shareable writing and too-embarrassing-to-share writing too. Only I was eighteen at the time, so I have no defense. :)
3. I'm sorry you'll be leaving, too; it's been such a novel pleasure being in the same time zone for a while, and sharing the WTF weather, and so on. But I'm glad your time here has been, overall, so good. And you should be very proud that you survived an upstate New York winter!
(Also, obviously I've never moved residences between countries, but I know what you mean on a smaller scale. I kind of wonder if so many people seem to have turbulent early to mid-twenties in part because of how peripatetic your life often becomes during that period. I sure don't feel as though I have another move in me any time soon. It does just hurt too much.)
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on 2011-03-29 02:07 am (UTC)2. The ten months you have on me is, of course, greatly siginificant in this matter. :P
3. I'm going to miss that too! We've managed to have so many almost-real-time conversations this year! I'm going to miss that so much.
That's a really good point, you know. I haven't lived in one place for more than a year since I was eighteen. That's got to have had some effect.
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on 2011-03-29 02:57 am (UTC)Shorter answer: I have no idea because it makes no objective sense whatsoever.
But it's one of those things where periods and commas outside the quotation marks just look really. wrong. to the average American reader. (At least of my generation. More liberal rules may have been gaining hold since I was taught.) As in, that's not just nonstandard usage in American English; it's technically incorrect. So, yes. To me, something like "He said, 'It doesn't matter'." is as painful to look at as, say, "alright." ;)
I haven't lived in one place for more than a year since I was eighteen. That's got to have had some effect.
Exactly! It's kind of horrible to think about. Since I left home at eighteen, the longest I've ever lived in one place was at my last apartment, and that was about thirteen months. Everywhere else was around nine months tops, and often less. That is just inhuman.
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on 2011-03-30 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-31 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-31 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-31 01:24 am (UTC)HAS SOMEONE BEEN TELLING YOU THAT AMERICANS WOULD WRITE "We watched 'Bride of Chaotica'!"???
(see what I did there)
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on 2011-03-31 01:26 am (UTC)...okay, now I am confused.
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on 2011-03-31 01:26 am (UTC)...y/n?
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on 2011-03-31 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-31 01:31 am (UTC)Okay.
We can still be friends.
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on 2011-03-31 01:29 am (UTC)............
ENGLISH, WHY
ETA: like this (http://www.uhv.edu/ac/newsletters/writing/grammartip2007.09.04.htm)?
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on 2011-03-31 01:46 am (UTC)Oh, but! According to a speaker of American English, have I punctuated this right:
A Wisconsin case, In the Matter of Erickson, uses the following quotation: "when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw".
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on 2011-03-31 01:58 am (UTC)Nope, in American usage as in British, periods always go inside the quotation marks. Hence:
A Wisconsin case, In the Matter of Erickson, uses the following quotation: "when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw."
(Enter Polonius.)
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on 2011-03-31 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-31 02:04 am (UTC)Okay, this finally makes sense. And I got myself some Education out of it, too: I didn't know that you had different period-and-comma rules for quoted versus unquoted material. For some reason I had thought you always put them outside the quotation marks, rather than only putting them outside for quotations.
THANK GOD WE FIGURED THAT ONE OUT.
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on 2011-03-31 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2011-03-28 03:36 pm (UTC)That's easier in retrospect than at the time, though! Have a hug.
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on 2011-03-28 11:52 am (UTC)I am glad you've been happy enough to be sorry to go, but sorry that you'll be sad to leave. God, what a terrible sentence. You are going home to such things, though, to living with Shim, and a job. Also, less cold winters, yes. *hugs*
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on 2011-03-30 11:00 pm (UTC)It is the sort of sentence that makes sense to me, yes. Thank you for hugs, my dear!
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on 2011-03-28 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-30 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-28 02:45 pm (UTC)Also Bride of Chaotica! is possibly the best thing in the whole world ever.
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on 2011-03-30 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-03-30 11:16 pm (UTC)(I do like the kudos idea, especially as people who'd be hesitant about commenting on years-old fic aren't hesitant about clicking the button, and you get to feel the glow that people are still reading.)
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on 2011-03-28 07:29 pm (UTC)