these past few days.

Whaapen? Is it that the sun came out or did everyone suddenly get a life? :o)

What's up m'posse? All watching bad holiday telly and stuffing yourselves with chocolate? I've had to turn to wine to appease the Gods of Boredom. ::whistles. inspects fingernails::

here's that 'LJ' meme that everyone's doing.

So, gillyp, your LiveJournal reveals...


 

You are... 5% unique (blame, for example, your interest in top queer) and 8% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 40

(The average level of weirdness is: 29.
You are weirder than 79% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

I'm fascinated that it picks out Top Queer as an example of my weirdness, quietly glossing over my avowed interest in the Zombie Piers Morgan. ::stares into middle distance. strokes chin::

And my sister has booked her doctor's appointment to clash with my book group again. Third time in a row. No book group for me. My copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell has arrived. My, that's a BIG book.

Honestly, Officer! Just Curious, like, you know? But it took so bloody long to do, I suppose I'd better post it after all.

Sorry. I swear I wasn't going to inflict this on you all (because there's so bloody many of you) but here you go. This is my Flist!

( See, see the pretty! )



Using this Naboo icon because I never do (yet cannot bring myself to ditch it for something more useful).

Forgot to say, blagged from sallymn 

I’ve been musing a lot on fandom of late – what it used to mean and what it means now. I’ve spent time over the weekend, talking about it with another old fandom-friend who feels much the same and think the time has come for me to bare my breast and bottom to the snowy wastes and admit that  my fandom glory days are probably past.

( Bearing the Breast, or - A Former Fangirl Confesses )

Driving me bloody mental.

But I just got in from walking the dog in some perfectly filthy weather so I'm taking time-out to drink tea, eat hot buttered toast and do a meme which I blagged orf of fluterbev cause that's the kind of geezer I am innit. Wot you gonna do abaht it?*

Meme says, look deep into the soul of your userpics page and see the pretty pairings.

( here )


*I appear to have come over all Euston-Films. I do apologise. Perchance I should return to my gaff, pour a drink, light a fag and tell me bird to shut it (::muses:: You know, that would go well on an icon...)

None of it's personal; just a little house-cleaning. I'm just not spending as much time on Lj as I used to. If you're gone and didn't want to be, just leave a message - I'll happily reinstate you.

XXX

ETA: If you're still on now, then you haven't been spliced from my mainbrace - you don't need to ask to stay!

Pissing it down again. ::sigh:: Not like yesterday; yesterday's rain had drama. Yesterday's deluge was an event. This is just grey, rainy rain in the Lancashire tradition and I'm sick of it already.

Especially since I have to walk across three boggy fields* to post my letter, since the Government in its wisdom has seen fit to close our village Post Office, throwing poor Mr and Mrs Savage and their dog Rocky out of their tied cottage and into the wet, cobbled streets.** 

Where Hilary, my sister, was spending a day working on a show-reel for voice-over work. It’s something she’s wanted to do for a long time and she found a studio in Nottingham that specialises in that very thing. They’re also an agency and they’ve put her straight on their books. Talking to the sound-engineer after, it appears she impressed everyone mightily with her talent for characterisation – apparently it’s really hard to get voice-actors to characterise, they tend to want to do everything in their own voice - and Hilary is really good too, with a massive range. They’re sending her audition disc up for a couple of ads, talking books and the new series of Creature Comforts, which is most excellent news indeed.

I took my lappy assuming there’d be a green room where I could sit and work since I was only there for the moral support. There wasn’t, so I spent the morning in Starbucks, had a browse about (its been years since I wandered the streets of Nottingham) and passed a very long afternoon in the Costa in Waterstones where at least they had comfy sofas and a host of students and academics similarly occupying space for hours on end on the strength of a pot of  Earl Grey  and a ginger snap. *g*

I got a goodly bit of my sitcom worked out and some interesting ideas for the novel, switching to notes when the lappy batteries finally failed – a productive day, if a tad tedious and massively tiring, but there are far worse places to spend a day than drinking coffee, writing and browsing in a bookshop.

In other news, I got my first ‘where’s this story then?’ email from one of my Moonridge winners today. Gently worded but a prod nonetheless. Gentle reader, if  you too are one of those poor, patient souls waiting for the next update to the Academy tale (and/or waiting for Rainbows 3 to start) I can only tell you what I told them – I'll be back with you as soon as I can. I’m truly sorry, but the muse just isn’t dancing in that direction right now. I guarantee I will finish them  – barring death or coma – but I honestly can’t say when that will be.

Needless to say, I’m not offering anything for Moonridge this year.

And as my fannish life continues to diminish, I dropped another 23 communities from my flist – the bulk of them fandom and fic-related -
doctorwho, crack_van and the like. My morning sojourn on LJ hasn’t been this quick, easy and stress-free for a very long time. (o: