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i only wish my life were a sitcom; we're moving into black comedy
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Part A

Dell fought me and fought me, because they totes don't want my money (God, I think I should just start signing off my paychecks to them and amazon already; it would make all our lives easier), but by God, I got a replacement keyboard for my laptop (and wasnt' that hideously expensive) and a new internal hard drive (which ironically cost the same as the keyboard). I don't actually know how that part is going to go; I really want a new laptop, but I hate Vista and I am wary about Windows 7 since people were perky about Vista in self-defense for about six months and then it all went to darkness and tearing their hair out and crying hysterically, so yeah. So the hard drive is larger, faster, and compatible, so that means I'll trnasfer everything to an external, panic, install XP on the new hard drive, and reinstall all my stuff. This might also have a welcome secondary purpose of a clean install of XP--this thing is slowing down more every second.

Part B

I am delaying more Christmas shopping until I need the retail therapy. With work the way it is, I feel I am going to need it soon. Possibly by Friday.

Part C

One day, I am going to stop playing All American Idols (but Mostly Adam Lambert) All the Time, but that's not yet. I really don't know how I feel about the fact that I cannot, for the life of me, stop chanting For Your Entertainment everytime the C2 (conversion) environment at work goes down. I know I have a really questionable relationship with computers and networks, but I'm not sure I want to acknowledge it's become a bdsm scene every time I try to run my tests, and the environment isn't giving me a safe word. Nor do I feel good leaving it--sort of dirty, and not a little used, and not in a good, wholesome way. Computers and I have always played rough, but I'm afraid my limits are being reached.

In other words, another day like today, and I don't care if the windows are shatterproof, my CPU is going through the window at a rate of speed roughly what I can manage in a dark, mindless rage, and let me tell you, that's going to be really really fast.

Part D

You know, I think the preceding section may cover my emotional equilibrium nicely.

Chimera by nymphaea1, AIRPS, Adam/Kris, in progres--this may be the only good thing in my life (aside from the new keyboard). It's a WIP, and read it anyway, because it's fantastic. Magical realism, world-building, show-not-tell, elves, a war that's over but not for those who fought it, and everything I never knew I wanted in a story. And several things that I did.

You could go to the llus-gorn and trade the memory of your first kiss or your ability to feel the sun on your face. The fey were hungry for human experience and would pay heavily for it—though to be fair, the trade went in both directions. But the hottest selling items were the darker ones—the memory of your husband’s last breath as he lay dying in the hospital or the last fading remembrances of flight from a pixie who’d lost his wings. People would go in there, thinking they were ridding themselves of their most jagged pieces, but they forgot that a llus-gorn always kept his word. They took the memories, but not the emotions that accompanied them. It left people lost in a depression they no longer had the context to understand and then had no possibility of healing.

....

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Adam snapped his attention back to Kris, sharp and dangerous. Not human, Kris remembered.

“He’s not touching you.”

That was rich. “But you, you’re totally on the menu, right? That’s--”

“Necessary,” Adam said. He held up a hand. “And that would be true even if I were alone.”

He squeezed Kris’s shoulder. “It’s not anything I’m excited about—but there are ways of dealing with them if you know what you’re doing.”

“Everyone says that.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “I’m not everyone.”


Run, do not walk. Four parts so far. Warning for violence in parts two and three.

ETA:

Part E: I am not Typhoid Mary for keyboards, svmadelyn. I cannot make it break by the power of yahoo suggestion. Otherwise holy God would I be using that power every day. You know, when I had to. Not for like, petty revenge purposes or anything. For non-petty and epic revenge, of course.


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*curls up and whimpers*

*tucks you in and snuggles you*

...wow. I want to draw your attention to the contast between the boy in your icon and the one in mine. I was going to scoff so hard at howt... clean-cut mine is, but then my affection for soldiers is a well-documented (and much-mocked) fact.

*curls around Adam* He is an artist. HE IS EPIC.

*pets him* Don't listen to her. Be fabulous!

Oh no no no, my dear, you misunderstand! Your choice seems clear and obvious - who am I to argue dark-haired, fey little makeup-wearing artistes?

It's more mine that I was amused by.

I cannot offer words of comfort or advice while computers continue their trend of sucking for me in every sense of the word.

That RPS fic does look tempting though... (Damn you Merlin fandom for making me break my own codes! What with your plausibility and your mancrushes and your rubber faces and your unintelligible(to-a-point) accents and your scenic roadtrips and your filming everything and your delightful teasing and your amusing commentary and your deliberately fueling 'the websites' and your slashing of your own characters and your Tate skits and your inability to take your eyes off eachother and...It's like a gateway drug, I tell you!)

Oh, I had codes and rules. *looks into the distance sadly* Now I am prereading someone's AIRPS fic and pondering pan-fandom mpreg. I--just don't know.

BUT READ THE STORY. God, her worldbuilding is just--*helpless*. I would read this as a novel, I'm so entranced.

Hahaha I remember the days when I thought RPS was weird and just went too far... now I think I actually read more RPS than not (in part because I am not, actually, about the Wincest but the actors are SO PRETTY and also, slash is canon in AIRPS!).

I'm totally clicking the link, even though I despise the way WiPs leave me hanging (the best ones always end up abandoned).

Also Part C made me lol. :D

God, AIRPS. I was fine for two years! Sometimes picked up the songs? Read the fic casually. Now it's like why didn't yeats update her rec list? I AM GOING TO SNAP AND DESTROY WORLDS.

Me and computers just--something. I don't even know.

I know just enough to be glad I don't know enough about computers to do what you do :D

Hah, I remember reading RPS and not knowing who the people were. It's like original fic! Really! I would only read AUs and everything. Now, yes, yeats rules my life. For this, like everything else, I blame Astolat (except for my new Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas obsession. For that, I blame Skoosiepants).

I've been running the Windows 7 Release Candidate for several months now, and it's essentially a Windows Vista that's been cleaned up and made to behave itself properly. (Sort of like what Windows 98 was to Windows 95, if anyone remembers that far back.)

I miss '98. Is that weird? I do.

I'm probably getting my mom Windows 7 in the new year because she's using Vista and I'm her only tech support, and I'm way too close to making her learn Linux by force if necessary. I just wish the RAM requirements weren't so high--I'll need to upgrade that before we start. Her Guild Wars takes a ton, and that's with a video card in place. *sighs*

Since Windows 7 requires only (ha!) 2GB instead of 4GB (Vista is a RAM whore, yes indeedy), upgrades shouldn't be too bad. I've been holding out until I hear more; I'd still be with XP hadn't decided the HD was past its sell-by date. ::sigh::

There's a Windows 7 for Dummies if you wanna do some scouting.

My sane computer engineer best friend is running windows 7 on her netbook and finds it pretty tolerable.

Ooh, I like hearing this! *hopeful* I'm installing on my Mom's after Christmas, because honestly, at this point, anything is better than the crap Vista keeps doing to her computer. This makes me think I won't be crying during!

I think I'm going to wait till after the first service pack, but yeah, they finally DEBUGGED VISTA from the sounds of it. Also, multi-touch support. This is me, getting on board with that shit.

Señor and his computer-building friends are fans of Windows 7, and it's what I have on the new (two and a half weeks or somewhere in that vicinity) laptop. I was deadset against changing from XP, because I knew its quirks, but Windows 7 is actually working very nicely, and it's been easy to track down the things I'm inclined to tweak no matter how awesome a company thinks their operating system is (I'm an inveterate customizer; it's best to leave me access to all parts of my computer, and let me work out for myself that your default will make me happiest).

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Concerned: based on an extensive sample of one (1) imaginary but very talented friend, RPS usually takes over ten years -a fannish century equivalent- to recover from.*

Alas poor Seperis! Lost to the world of fandom... such a sad, sad story for fandom. Though I suppose the RPS world rejoices.

:(

Note:
(*) numbers totally made up in the interest of sounding likely.

heh, you say that like rps isn't fandom!

A tragedy in the making

(Anonymous)
I regret to announce that only RPS-ers think it is... The rest of us mourn our departed friends.

*sad wave*

Again, based on the opinion of a crushing majority (myself).

OMFG

I cannot believe that people are actually reading this story. Tickled as hell, but . . . elf fic! AI RPS elf fic at that. Two things I thought I would never in a bajillion years be writing. Oh, Mr. Lambert, the things I end up doing because of you.

This entire story only came around because I was sitting in class one day and was so very, very bored that my options were to stare at pretty pictures of Adam wearing armor or to try to induce brain death out of sheer self-protection. And then I thought--hey, what if Adam was an elf who sat on a throne and kind of just spent his day inspiring/participating in spontaneous orgies?

That was pretty much all the thinking that went into this story. Who Adam is and the llus-gorn were the only things that got any thought at all. The rest was brought to you mostly by crack and laziness. Seriously. The Canyon and that whole geography is there because I was too lazy to investigate LA neighborhoods. Google is pretty much my lifemate at this point, so that's a lot of lazy.

Now I think people are expecting an actual story (crazy, I know). And plot? Is kind of my nemesis. I write floofy domestic fic with just enough bittersweet so that I don't put my readers in a diabetic coma. I keep having to fight the urge to put Adam and Kris in pajamas and have them eat Froot Loops and watch cartoons (I, um, may not have been entirely successful in fighting that urge in the next chapter). Sweatpants and nutritionally empty bowls of sugar--that is who I am as a writer.

I'm really not complaining--I'm just . . . boggled.

And then I thought--hey, what if Adam was an elf who sat on a throne and kind of just spent his day inspiring/participating in spontaneous orgies?

...that's like the best life goal ever.

I'm really not complaining--I'm just . . . boggled.

*mocks* You are a natural storyteller and I am totally mocking you here. BUT WITH LOVE. Because I totally need more of this or I will die. As it is kind of amazing, and considering it's like only four parts? So vivid.

*Happy* I also approve of Adam in leather pants. Thank you for the glory and the dream.


I bought a sexay netbook at the end of September largely because Dell was having a sale and I saw that XP remained an available option and I figured I'd better have my laptop's replacement up and running before it died and left me with nothing at all to sync up with my does-not-play-well-with-Vista external toys. It works fantastically well. I pretty much quit using my desktop once I finally got around to turning on the netbook and trying it out -- though I'm thinking I need to move some of the latest torrents over to the desktop for actual viewing, so long as I'm hanging out in my room for hours looking for things to knit in front of and the desktop has the nice big monitor. (And also the nice big hard drive. Those are basically the two things I'm using it for now -- data storage and torrent viewing. If I have computerage to do at home, I pull out the netbook and just leave the desktop in its sleep mode.)

Thank you for one I hadn't read. And if you haven't read this one, you *must*:

http://ruby-fruit.livejournal.com/343797.html#cutid1

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