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1. I've got a new job!

The timing's been a little odd, in that it's all entirely by coincidence come together on the very last day of my contract running out, but I'm really pleased to finally have something different to do.

As is so often the case with office jobs, it takes an annoyingly long time to completely explain, but the short version is that I'm still working for the NHS, but now I'm writing replies to Freedom of Information requests and complaints and other correspondence sent in to the Commissioning Board, which is one of the various managing bodies in the vague levels between the government and the people who do the actual healthcare. It was a rather drawn-out process in which I had to do a load of tests to make sure I was reasonably literate, and then they took forever to come back to me with a start date, but it's pretty much all sorted now. It pays much better than the old job, it'll probably be a little more exciting (or at least not feel quite as degrading as carrying around boxes and finding bits of paper for people who are too important to look around their own damn offices) - and seeing as it's a new office being set up and a lot of people have been recruited all at once, by complete chance, one of my best friends has also got a job there. So even if it's awful at least I'll have somebody to endure it with.


2. After I had a bit of a moment in the pub last Saturday where I got somewhat bitter and maudlin about being perpetually single, I stumbled home and in a fit of beer-fuelled determination, fired up my computer and reactivated my OkCupid account.

It's nice when things I do after a couple of beers still make sense in the cold light of day - uploaded a more recent photo, rewrote the profile, and to my pleasant surprise, I've already received a few messages from some pretty decent chaps.

I'm not going to get ahead of myself, but it's good to be doing something other than just being a grumpy old recluse, and it's always nice to have reassurance that there's nothing inherently off-putting about me. (Which I know I shouldn't need reassuring about, but my deep-seated irrational hang-ups are frustratingly resistant to logic.)


3. And I've actually heard back from one of the universities I applied to, as well!

It was a rejection, mind you, but I'm not too bothered - Brown was always my long-shot choice, and by far the weakest of the applications I sent in. It still feels sort of positive, just knowing if that I've got one response through, I shouldn't have to wait too much longer for the others.
skew_whiff: (keep calm and carry on)
thing 1: Happy new year!

A little late, but who's counting? Hope everyone had a decent night - I went to a party at a friend's house, which was perfectly reasonable and definitely an improvement on how I saw in 2012 (drinking gin by myself and singing very loudly along to Kylie Minogue songs).

My resolutions are pretty much the same as they always are: work harder, be braver. They're reusable resolutions partially because they're quite open-ended (one can always do more), and partially because my life is basically one long doomed struggle against my own laziness and cowardice. I won't set the bar too outlandishly high, but if I can continue to improve my cooking and my musical skills, and write more than I did last year - and possibly find a hobby which gets me out of the house and socialising? - I will consider that a win.

In 2012 I was beset by a lot of minor incidents of bad luck but was in a better state mentally than I've been for a long time; 2013, I suspect, is going to be very hard work and involve a lot of panicking over paperwork, but it'll all come out good in the end. Probably. Or if it doesn't, at least being deported will make for an interesting anecdote one day.


thing 2: Yuletide reveals!

So, I wrote two things this year.

My assigned fic was The Election (The Clangers), which is both one of the shortest fics I've written, and one of the most difficult. I'm pleased with it, overall, and it was a lovely canon to revisit, but I've learned my lesson - when one's fic tends to be rambling and dialogue-heavy, it is not a good idea to volunteer to write for a canon that has ten-minute episodes and characters that don't speak in actual words.

I also wrote The Land Beyond The Shelves (Black Books), because I read a prompt involving Bernard Black meeting fairies and couldn't help myself. It was written in two days and mostly on public transport, which probably shows, but hell, I had fun.


thing 3: EVERYTHING IS DWARVES AND NOTHING HURTS

So after watching The Hobbit I re-read the book while at my parents' for Christmas. Then I managed to dig out my old paperback copy of LOTR. My Tumblr dash is full of screencaps and gifs of the cast being magnificent, and I spent most of the dead days between Christmas and New Year reading the kinkmeme.

And oh god, I'm in love. It's both stirring up lots of nostalgia for my childhood and early teens, and also giving me that lovely shiny new fandom feeling I haven't felt in a long, long time. It's a bit bizarre and daunting, as large fandoms always are, but I'm happy to just lurk around on the edges and dabble here and there. It's befitting that The Hobbit fandom, like the film itself, seems a whole lot sillier and less serious-business than LOTR fandom (though then again, the very first fic I ever read was a copy of The Very Secret Diaries that a friend printed out and passed around our class, and that's about as far from srs bsness as it's possible to get), and I'm rather amused by some of the recurring themes - I can take or leave the inevitable incest and mpreg, but I love all the speculative takes on dwarvish gender politics, and I'm really tickled by how preoccupied with hairstyling the fandom seems to be. For years now I've been joking about people writing fics where guys sit around braiding one another's hair, and now I encounter a fandom where that is not only genuinely the case, it actually makes a fair bit of sense!

I've got a couple of short fics in the works now, and more ideas gathering together into coherent plots - rest assured, I still consider the war miniseries to be my fandom home, but it's nice to have something new(ish) to get fired up about. It's gonna be a long damn wait until part 2.
skew_whiff: (keep calm and carry on)
So, this morning I finally sent off the last of my applications to grad school.

THIS IS IT. I ACTUALLY DID IT. SHIT MAY OR MAY NOT BE HAPPENING.

Now I just have to sit and wait patiently and try my best to maintain the confidence I had in what I submitted when I sent all the damn stuff off. I'm doing a pretty good job of it at the moment, but it's gonna be a long damn wait until January (or whenever the heck it is they get back to me).

I'M BACK

Sep. 7th, 2012 05:56 pm
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I'M BACK, I'M BACK, PRAISE BE, I AM BACK

I am so elated I could honestly almost cry.

It is not because the internet service provider I signed up with made with the goods at last, mind you, but because after waiting all morning for a phone engineer that never came, I finally cracked, and have now struck a deal with the guy living next door to me that I'll use his wireless and pay half the share.

I really should've done that a month ago and saved myself the bother, and I don't look forward to the rigmarole of calling TalkTalk's appalling call centre and cancelling the whole shebang, but FUCK IT I AM BACK. GOD, INTERNET, I HAVE MISSED YOU.


Anyway. Amsterdam, for the record, was amazing - rather expensive, much more so than Berlin, so I had to tread carefully - but exactly what I needed, a relaxing stay in a beautiful city in which, for once, nothing went wrong. (Asides from occasionally getting confused by the barriers on the trams and missing my stop.)

I spent a lot of time just wandering around admiring the architecture and being amused by tourists - like the bunch of Germans who startled me on the train by barking 'Fahrkarte bitte' at me as they entered my compartment (I only wish I had enough German to have told them they were reminding me something out of The Great Escape; they were amused that I knew enough just to get all flustered and actually start reaching for my ticket), and the weird American guy who came into the cafe where I was eating breakfast to ask where he could go to buy a joint. I mean, jeez, bro, at least wait until after lunch.

I saw several museums, including the excellent Verzetsmuseum, which is about the experience of the Netherlands and its people during WWII - the stuff about the war in Europe and the Dutch resistance was fascinating, but what I was really impressed by was the little sub-exhibit about Dutch-occupied Indonesia during the Pacific war; it's a subject on which I know precious little, and I was particularly struck by the awkwardness of the situation in which mixed-race Dutch-Indonesians found themselves in after the war, not necessarily welcome in their home country or in the Netherlands.

I also ate exceedingly well, and came home with a bag stuffed full of cakes and Dutch gin. Including a packet of these biscuits, which made me burst out into entirely inappropriate laughter in the shop. It's not the name so much as the name with the exclamation mark afterwards - it just seems so incongruously jolly.

Talking of BoB, Webster was entirely right in that the Dutch do all speak English (and wrong about Van Gogh being born in Nuenen; he lived there, but not as a child), to the point that the signs in Schiphol airport actually have the English words for things first, above the Dutch ones. It's really easy to come by English-language books and newspapers, I passed an event where the University of Amsterdam were holding free outdoor lectures in English, I went to see a film which was in English with Dutch subtitles (and watched Top Gear on BBC2 in my hotel room)... it's a little odd, but certainly convenient.

So, yeah. It was amazing, and I recommend it to anyone. You do have to keep a keen eye out to avoid being run over by bicycles, but asides from that, it's a wonderful city - prettier than Paris, friendlier than London, good food is in abundance and it's easy to get around. I could honestly see myself living there one day.

But in the meantime - it's good to be home. Have I missed much?
skew_whiff: (keep calm and carry on)
So, over the past two months, the following has happened:

- I was delayed by a month from moving into the flat I'd rented because neither letting agent or landlord ever bothered to check the previous tenant's contract dates.

- I was sacked from my job. (It was my own fault, in that I'd kept losing my temper with my co-workers, but I wouldn't have lost my temper with them in the first place if they hadn't been so unbelievably stupid and irritating. It was the culmination of a long, long process of having my patience gradually eroded.) I have another job, because I'm still with the temp agency, but it's an hour's walk each way through a scummy area of town.

- I waited in on a Saturday for a delivery that never arrived. Twice. In the end I cancelled the order and went in and bought the same item from a shop in town and took it home on the bus; not exactly easy, given that it's a bookcase taller than I am.

- The Royal Mail couldn't fit my new router through the letterbox because it was too big. I had to arrange for it to be redelivered; it would've come to my local post office for collection today, but on Saturdays, it only opens in the mornings. Which I only remembered at half past one.

- Not that that matters, because after waiting a whole month for an engineer to be available to install a new phone line in my flat, I get a text telling me I don't need an engineer, they can activate the old phone line in my flat automatically. I am sceptical of this, because my flat is one of several in a large house and I wasn't able to specify which flat it was when I signed up, but they assure me it'll all work out.
Today, despite an email from the internet provider telling me my new line is live, the phone line in my flat is dead. Possibly a line somewhere else in the house is all ready to go, but the one I can actually get to sure ain't. So once again, I'm writing this post in a library.


I realise this is all pretty small stuff, in the grand scheme of things; just little setbacks and inconveniences, not tragedies. Still, I'm feeling pretty ticked off with the world right now, and a little sick of talking to people in call centres.

I'm going to Amsterdam tomorrow (that is, if I can manage to check in online here and be able to access my boarding pass to print it off at home). I am very much hoping that that, at least, goes smoothly; I intend to drink a great deal of beer and eat a great quantity of cheese and pancakes and things, and to generally work off the general sense of fed-up-ness that's built up since July.

If I'm lucky, I will have collected my router and sorted out my connection by the end of next week. As it is, though, luck isn't something I appear to have very much of at the moment. So I'll see you whenever.
skew_whiff: (you have confused gregory peck)
So, the good news is, I've finally moved into the actual flat I signed a contract for.

The bad news is, there's no phone connection, and the soonest I could get one installed is at the very end of the month. So my grand return to the internet is to be postponed for a few weeks more. I'm still sort of here, though, even if it's only via short trips to the nearest coffee shop with wifi once or twice a week. I get the feeling that not much has been happening while I've been away (give or take [personal profile] newredshoes watching the BBC Robin Hood, which has been hilarious and I wish I could've experienced those posts as they happened), but I've been missing you guys!


What I've been doing in the meantime:

- catching up on books and DVDs. I raced my way through the whole of Season 1 and about half of Season 2 of Breaking Bad in a week or so - it's been a long time since a drama grabbed me by the scruff and refused to let go like that, but it's just fantastic. A little far-fetched at times, as these high-concept glossy dramas often are, but always gripping, and it does an excellent job of balancing the grim stuff (of which there's plenty, as you'd expect from a show whose main themes are terminal illness and the drugs trade) with humour and occasional explosions. I'm also well into The People's War, by Angus Calder, which is pretty much the best book about Britain in the Second World War that I've ever read. And I've read plenty. It's a huge thick book, but extremely readable, full of details, and I've already learned a heck of a lot I didn't know before.

- baking the occasional cake, with varying success, and compensating for the consumption of said cake with running, with slightly more success. I've been meaning to do Couch to 5k for ages, and finally got round to it - it's a challenge, and I don't think I'd have made it past the first week without the improvements in my fitness I've already made since the start of the year, but it does feel damn good to complete another half hour, and I'm confident of getting through the whole nine weeks. If I don't manage to snap a tendon first.

- writing. Not much to show for it yet, but I will have fic for you when I finally make my proper return. Maybe even with illustrations.
And while that's being beta'd, I'm always up for suggestions for other things! I've been poking a little at various WIPs, but I've not got anything else seriously under way.

- planning another holiday, this time to Amsterdam, for a few days at the start of September. I don't know much about the place and I don't speak a word of Dutch, but heck, that just makes it more of an adventure.

- watching the Olympics. Well, the opening ceremony, at least, which I was thoroughly impressed by. Beijing might have thousands of drummers, but we had live sheep, Kenneth Branagh, Voldemort being defeated by a fleet of Mary Poppinses, lindy-hopping NHS staff, Mr Bean, and JAMES BOND AND THE QUEEN JUMPING OUT OF A HELICOPTER. FUCK YEAH. I was also rather charmed that the crowd I was watching it with (I was at a public screening) were nationalistic enough to stand for the national anthem, but not enough to actually sing along.

Also, I think I've developed a bit of a weird crush on Bradley Wiggins. It's the sideburns. I honestly had no idea what he looked like, until recently, and I really wasn't expecting such magnificent sideburns.


So, yeah. That's pretty much it. I'm still checking in, now and then, so I may drop the occasional comment; but otherwise, see you in a month! (With any luck.)
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So, it looks like I'm not going to be around for a while.

You can blame this on the fact that my landlord and letting agents couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery - despite having signed a contract in February, and having emailed my landlord about the moving-in date back in June, only yesterday did I actually find out there'd been some monumental balls-up which meant I'd signed up to rent a flat from July to July... while the previous tenant was in there from August to August.

It's all worked out mostly okay - there was a flat in the same house that was empty, so I'm staying there for a month - but it does mean I won't have a regular internet connection until some time in early August.

I'll still be checking my emails every so often (that is, when I have the time and money to use the wi-fi at a coffee shop, like I'm doing now god I feel like such a hipster douche, sitting with a netbook at Starbucks), but otherwise, I think it'll probably be a good thing to have a break from the internet and from fandom. Maybe I'll go out and explore and reconnect with the outside world. Or maybe I'll just stay in and write fic. Either way, it'll be an opportunity to get things done.

So I'll be back in a few weeks. Hopefully with something good to show for it.

Try not to have too much fun without me, okay?
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So I really should be packing and cleaning, but I'm not, because packing and cleaning suck. It's typical - for the past six months at least I've been longing for the day I can move out of this house, but now it comes round, it's just too much like hard work. I've already strained a muscle in my back heaving boxes full of books downstairs, and there's still so much more to put away. And then I've got to move to the new place and unpack and set up all my utilities and get a new internet provider - so it's gonna be radio silence from 1st of July to whenever the heck that gets set up.

Hopefully it won't be too long, and anyway, everywhere seems quieter these days. It'll be a good chance to work on some fic, too. I can't believe I haven't posted anything since February; some of which is due to having spent months working on a long story, and some due to lack of motivation when I come home from the working day. And I dunno, maybe I'm growing out of fandom a little. Then again, as I recall, I felt like that a couple of years ago and then The Pacific came along and hit me like a freight train full of emotions.


ANYWAY.

Best thing about moving, so far, is that I've taken some time off work - which, oh god, is so good for my state of mind, the atmosphere in that place is soul-destroying and I just can't seem to get even an interview anywhere else - and TODAY I WENT TO SEE ABRAHAM LINCOLN: VAMPIRE HUNTER.

Which is exactly what the title says it is, and great fun, if you like kitschy horror and crack historical RPF. It takes a bit of time to get going. I wasn't sold on it for quite a while, and I felt the first half moved along without really developing any of the characters or giving me adequate explanations for why friendships were formed or people did what they did, but by the end I had a massive smile on my face. There's some great action set pieces - I was quite amused by how much it borrowed from the Matrix, and one scene was basically that fight on the trucks from Matrix Reloaded except with horses - and all the Gettysburg stuff just gladdened my war nerd heart. It's far from perfect, and (very pretty 3D asides) you won't miss much if you wait 'til it comes out on DVD, but the concept and the charm of the actors manage to carry it through.

Plus I do love the 'verse, and I do want all the cracky historical RPF spin-off fic. I want other presidents learning to carry on the tradition - Teddy Roosevelt would be a natural, as would Eisenhower, and I could go for Richard Nixon and Elvis Presley teaming up to take on vampires in Vegas. I want the further adventures of Harriet Tubman in that 'verse, with or without Mary Lincoln in tow. I've just finished reading The Killer Angels for the second time, and I could seriously go for Gettysburg-with-vampires from an on-the-ground perspective. Except I rather suspect hardly anyone would read any of it. Ah well.
skew_whiff: (keep calm and carry on)
(I think I've been reading Cracked too much lately; I seem to be conceiving of everything in itemised lists, whether that's really the most appropriate way of presenting it or not.)


Three Things That Boggle My Mind

1.
Wedding Ugg boots.

2. Ozombie: The Axis of Evil Dead, a film about zombie Osama Bin Laden. (It took me a while to realise that the pun in the title does work, just about, just not if you speak in an English accent.) I saw the DVD on sale in a branch of Asda, and it was all I could do to not break into hysterical, appalled laughter.

3. Samuel L. Jackson's Twitter feed. I think this is possibly 2012's answer to Donnie Wahlberg's Twitter feed in terms of celebrities who love capslock and borderline incoherency; the difference is, though, Donnie likes hugs and motivational phrases, whereas Samuel L. just has an apparently infinite number of ways of spelling his favourite word, 'motherfucker'.

Obviously, it is my headcanon that if Nick Fury had a Twitter feed, he would tweet exactly like this. Somebody's probably already written the fic.



Two Mildly Interesting Things That Happened Recently

1.
Last Friday, I went to a lindy hop class, and it was awesome. Lindy hop's a particularly energetic and flamboyant form of swing dance - at its best, it's pretty spectacular.

Anyway, after much grumbling about not having anything to do with my time other than work and sleep, I finally realised I need to get out and get a hobby, and I've always sorta secretly wished I knew how to dance. Plus it's active and sociable whilst being a great deal more entertaining and less competitive than sports (ymmv on that, of course, but I've never taken well to team games.)

And I Googled around, and found pretty much the perfect group; it's very beginner-friendly, you pay for every lesson individually rather than subscribing, and there's a nice range of people there in terms of ages and abilities. They were mostly around my age, as it turned out, but with some older and younger, and pretty even numbers of guys and girls. And quite a lot of the guys were damn hot.

I have precisely no natural talent for it - honestly, I was pretty baffled just by the basics - but my experience of playing music means I've at least got a familiarity with following rhythm. And anyway, nobody's good after just one lesson of anything.

So yeah, early days, but I'm pretty stoked about having found a sociable hobby that I actually enjoy. (And knowing how to dance will no doubt come in handy if I ever find a way to travel back in time and pay a visit to the 40s. Some people plan for the end of the world; I plan for time travel.)


2. I got a PM the other day from [livejournal.com profile] shanghai_jim saying he was mainly based on Tumblr now, so he'd made me a moderator of [livejournal.com profile] aldbournewhores in his stead. Seeing as [livejournal.com profile] hiyacynth isn't really active these days, I think that basically means it's my responsibility.

I haven't a clue why people think I'm a safe pair of hands.

Anyway, unlike when I sort of fell into being a mod at [livejournal.com profile] camp_toccoa, I'm not quite sure what to do. AW is an old comm, and I'm fond of it, but it's not very active these days, and with fandom changing, I'm not sure it will be again.

I don't want to delete it, mind you - I'm just wondering whether to just leave it as it is, tidy it up and try and encourage more traffic, or close it/put it on hiatus in some way and open up c_t to gen and het (seeing as there's always been a fair bit of gen on c_t anyway). Or maybe some fourth option I haven't yet thought of.

Put it like this - if you were me, what would you do?
skew_whiff: (you have confused gregory peck)
Well, it's been a while since I did once of those.

Short version? I'm bored, frustrated, a little bit lonely and increasingly desperate to just get out of here, but in the meantime, at least the weather's getting nicer and I can always lose myself in a good book.

The long version beneath the cut, including: work-related griping, bad advice, good reading, and some other things I haven't thought of yet. )
skew_whiff: (raising hell)
So, I'm back. Been back since Friday, and returning to work has made me really appreciate how much I needed the break - I won't call it a rest, since most days I walked so far that my feet felt like numb hooves by about five in the afternoon, but a change of scene and pace was fantastic, and I really enjoyed myself.

Berlin is a beautiful city, for the record. It's cleaner and calmer than London and Paris, and the city centre is dotted with breathtaking architecture from a variety of time periods. It's the perfect place for a fan of 20th-century history, because there's so much of significance, and the city's tourism trades pretty heavily on the legacy of the Cold War and the Wall. Beer is cheap, the urban rail system is speedy and convenient, there are countless excellent museums on all sorts of subjects, and you are never more than about 100m from a branch of Dunkin' Donuts. Which I found mildly confusing until I remembered, of course, Germans love coffee and baked goods. (And who can blame 'em?)

So, yeah, I loved it, and I'd recommend it to anyone.


That's the short version. I pondered various ways to write it up in more detail, and in the end, I think the simplest way is to write up the sort-of diary of notes I kept while I was there, written down pretty much as they came to mind - with links, photographs, and more extensive explanations, because otherwise it wouldn't make much sense.

Read more... )
skew_whiff: (raising hell)
Did my GRE today!

Which, actually, was not half as hard as I'd been expecting. Some of the maths was completely baffling and I had to guess at quite a few of the questions, but the vocabulary stuff was much easier than the things I'd been revising. My hard work memorising the definitions of pompous words like 'exigence', 'alacrity' and 'lugubrious' was not needed, it turned out.

According to the scores provided at the end of the test, I got 164 on the verbal reasoning and 155 on the quantitative reasoning, which I believe are 'quite good' and 'not brilliant but not bad for someone who could barely remember how to multiply six weeks ago', respectively. (For those going 'holy crap, those are a bit low!', the scoring system's been revised recently. I've been doing my best to look up comparisons to check out my averages, and feeling fairly confident.)

So that's that. Now I've just got to figure out an essay topic for my writing sample, write a personal statement, go around begging old tutors for letters of recommendation, and it would probably help to figure out some ideas for my thesis. ...dammit, US universities, why does your admissions process have to be so complicated? You'd better make this shit worth my while.

Again - suggestions are welcome. Very welcome.



Also, in the end, I went to see 21 Jump Street, which I thoroughly recommend. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, at first, but I ended up laughing out loud with surprising regularity.

The quickest way to describe it is that it's very reminiscent of Hot Fuzz, being a fish-out-of-water buddy cop comedy, but with a more American style of humour. That's not a criticism, btw, it's just a little different in tone. I thought the cast were all excellent - including the kids, not that most of them actually looked like kids (asides from the nerds, who I loved; I'm now waiting for the chemical-compound-themed hoodie craze to sweep America) - and the writing did a nice job of balancing utter ridiculousness with being aware of how ridiculous it was (without tipping over into actual parody).

I should note I've not seen the original TV series so I can't compare it to that - I'd be interested to know if it's any good - but the script does a good job of tying it to the past while establishing it as a standalone movie that's completely enjoyable on its own terms.

I should also note that, inevitably, I want ALL THE AUS - quite a few of my fandoms could very easily fit into that (war fandoms are obvious, though also I think the 'nerd and jock go back to school' thing would lend itself weirdly well to Steve and Bucky - throw in Tony Stark as the hipster kid up to no good and Bruce Banner as one of the nerds, and it almost writes itself) - but I'm going to be good and restrain myself. Just sayin' though, f-list, if you're running short of ideas...
skew_whiff: (you have confused gregory peck)
At the start of the year, I posted a picture of the new boots I'd bought.

It's little more than a month later and I've already worn off the treads and broken the heels of said boots, and since the weather's turned icy I've been back to wearing my battered old jump boots. This is both a lesson to me that cheap footwear doesn't save money in the long term, and also a rather apt metaphor for how things are going so far.

So here's where I am at the moment: )
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These are my new boots. I bought them yesterday. I'm starting the year off with a picture of them because I intend to use them to KICK 2012 IN THE ASS. (Also because I'm kind of in love with them at the moment. The pic doesn't show it very well, but they've got this fleecy lining that is super comfy and makes me feel like a World War One flying ace.)

I always make the same resolutions at the start of every year: to work harder, and to be braver. I make the same ones not because I always fail (though fair's fair, I've yet to actually successfully become what I would consider hard-working or courageous), but just to remind myself to keep on at it.

I've got to knuckle down this year. This autumn, I'll be applying to grad school, so I've got approximately nine months to save more money, do the GRE, work on a personal statement, figure out who to ask for references, research and write an essay to submit as a writing sample, and generally try not to freak out. Any recommendations from those of you who've been through the process would be welcome.

I could also do with getting a job that pays a little more and doesn't bore me senseless. Doing some volunteering would be a great way to boost my university application (and also be a good thing in itself). I always intend to write more fic and draw more art than I ever get round to, and I've got lots of big plans I really should make good on. It'd be kinda nice to have a relationship, too, though I don't have any illusions about the likelihood of that coming around.

I've got a big job ahead of me. But I'm feeling up to it. I'm energised. I'm optimistic. I'm going to eat more vegetables, do more exercise, take my vitamins and try and tidy the kitchen more often. (Maybe not that last one. No amount of resolve could stop me from despising cleaning.) COME AT ME, 2012. I'M READY.


Okay, and that aside, some other things -

Yuletide reveals are out! For the record, I wrote The More Things Change for [archiveofourown.org profile] shell - it's Captain America, Steve/Bucky, and I had a blast writing it, even if I did at first rather regret volunteering to write for a massively popular canon that I'd only actually seen once.

This is my first post using DW; I kinda like it, though right now everything feels quiet and I think it'll take some getting used to. Still, it seems to be picking up momentum. Recs for comms I should be paying attention to, guys?

Meanwhile, if you're back on LJ, rest assured, I'm still hanging around there and crossposting for as long as fandom sticks around there. I do feel like things are starting to fragment, though. Much as I would like fandom to all be concentrated on one nice, familiar, preferably well-run and functional journal site, times are changing and sadly, we've got to move with them.

Which is a convoluted way of saying I'm giving Tumblr a go. You can find me at [tumblr.com profile] oneyardatatime - I would've been skew-whiff, of course, but someone got there before me. (How dare they!) It'll probably be the usual combination of fannish faffing around and historical geekery, but in bite-sized portions for short attention spans. Again, drop me a line if you want me to add you or you know of a blog that I ought to be following.


I think that's it for now. And jeez, that's more than enough. F-list/reading circle, what have you been up to? Any plans for the coming year?

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