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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-31 07:28 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-10-31 07:28 pm
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Got my computer back on Saturday. Perfectly intact. And now it can't connect to the network because apparently it's not "registered" even though I registered it last year, and computer services is closed on weekends and I didn't have time to go down there today. So I'm writing from a library computer, but I'll probably have it all fixed up by tomorrow.
In the meantime, I proceeded to have an extremely productive weekend. Including finishing a fic (!), finishing my costume, making a proper grocery run, and forcing my mother to watch the TAC video.
Fic: Don't know how I feel about it. It's not good writing, but it's better than the crap I intermittently hacked out when I had terrible writers block. The ending kind of fapped me about the head--it was originally supposed to be a cute, smutty bit of Marius/Courfeyrac PWP, mysteriously morphed into a PG-13-at-most humor fic about Courfeyrac's drunken antics, and then at the very end the porn came and it was angsty. Teh fuck? The angstyporn is concurrent with a POV switch and it's a very short bit, so I might just make it a companion drabble or something. But at any rate the fic is finished and will be posted when I have internet on my laptop.
Next fic is on the way. The Enjolras who lives in my head is seriously considering punching me for the particular iteration of himself that will appear in it. I'm only cruel to you because I love you, you realize that?
And YES, I finished my costume. More or less. If any of you know where I can get ten dozen gold or brass buttons on the cheap, I could finish it off, but it's decent enough at the moment. Sewing the trim onto the vest actually wasn't that bad--it only took two hours, and I was working slowly and goofing off a lot. It was the pinning that was a bitch, that and figuring out how to use the sewing machine without things getting horribly tangled. (I eventually succeeded at that, though.) I think the biggest problem was my hair, which deserves an entry all to itself. With pictures. I want to give the saga the separate attention it deserves, so I won't go into detail here, but let's just say that bleaching out unnaturally colored hair in an attempt to get something that can be dyed back to a natural color is... difficult. But yes, as I sit here typing this I am wearing my mostly-complete costume. No one knows who the hell I am. I need to pin a sign to my back that says "I built a barricade in the Rue de la Chanvrerie and all I got were these lousy bullet wounds." There was also the slight issue of being a tiny bit too in-character when vocal performance class rolled around, and then being in a scene from Marriage of Figaro as Cherubino. Which basically required me to reorient my thoughts from "Ew, girls. I'd rather go off and shoot people" to "Ew, guns. I'd rather go off and chase girls." XD
Was reading La Brique under the table in Arabic class today. Teacher came around, saw me reading instead of paying attention, and proceeded to give me a thorough telling off. In French. *giggle* I'm proud of myself though--my French is really rusty, but I'm about 65 pages in, and didn't even skip any of the parts about the bishop.
This weekend was parents' weekend, which is why I got my computer back: Mom got it fixed and brought it up with her. I also dragged her into watching the Les Mis concert video with me. The following comments are hers, not mine:
"Oh, god, I can just picture it. 'Put your pants back on, I have to arrest you now.'"
"I thought she sold her hair? It grew back really fast."
[of Enjolras] "Oh, he's pretty. Looks like he's probably gay though."
[when Enjolras and Marius are getting snuggly after Eponine dies] "See? I was right!"
"What exactly is [Valjean] dying of, anyway, besides overwhelming self-pity?"
[during Javert's suicide] "Jesus. I never thought he was quite right in the head, but he's really a few bullets short of a clip, isn't he? A few bats short of a belfry. Not playing with a full deck. In other words, completely batshit fucking insane."
I love my mother.
Have computer back. Have music back. Voltaire slays me. Forbidden Broadway slays me. Have just realized that about 75% of my mp3 folder is really boring shit that I never ever listen to. But oh God do I ever love the Headless Waltz. Have considered blasting it and dancing gleefully around the living room still in dead French revolutionary garb, just for shits and giggles.
One of the first things I did once I got my computer stuff together was rip the CSR, select all the tracks that involve Les Amis, the barricade, etc, and burn them all onto one CD. Which, if one refers to one's fandom as an addiction, would I suppose be roughly equivalent to an injection straight to a major vein. XD
Also, this picture amuses me. And not because of the primal scream either.
In the meantime, I proceeded to have an extremely productive weekend. Including finishing a fic (!), finishing my costume, making a proper grocery run, and forcing my mother to watch the TAC video.
Fic: Don't know how I feel about it. It's not good writing, but it's better than the crap I intermittently hacked out when I had terrible writers block. The ending kind of fapped me about the head--it was originally supposed to be a cute, smutty bit of Marius/Courfeyrac PWP, mysteriously morphed into a PG-13-at-most humor fic about Courfeyrac's drunken antics, and then at the very end the porn came and it was angsty. Teh fuck? The angstyporn is concurrent with a POV switch and it's a very short bit, so I might just make it a companion drabble or something. But at any rate the fic is finished and will be posted when I have internet on my laptop.
Next fic is on the way. The Enjolras who lives in my head is seriously considering punching me for the particular iteration of himself that will appear in it. I'm only cruel to you because I love you, you realize that?
And YES, I finished my costume. More or less. If any of you know where I can get ten dozen gold or brass buttons on the cheap, I could finish it off, but it's decent enough at the moment. Sewing the trim onto the vest actually wasn't that bad--it only took two hours, and I was working slowly and goofing off a lot. It was the pinning that was a bitch, that and figuring out how to use the sewing machine without things getting horribly tangled. (I eventually succeeded at that, though.) I think the biggest problem was my hair, which deserves an entry all to itself. With pictures. I want to give the saga the separate attention it deserves, so I won't go into detail here, but let's just say that bleaching out unnaturally colored hair in an attempt to get something that can be dyed back to a natural color is... difficult. But yes, as I sit here typing this I am wearing my mostly-complete costume. No one knows who the hell I am. I need to pin a sign to my back that says "I built a barricade in the Rue de la Chanvrerie and all I got were these lousy bullet wounds." There was also the slight issue of being a tiny bit too in-character when vocal performance class rolled around, and then being in a scene from Marriage of Figaro as Cherubino. Which basically required me to reorient my thoughts from "Ew, girls. I'd rather go off and shoot people" to "Ew, guns. I'd rather go off and chase girls." XD
Was reading La Brique under the table in Arabic class today. Teacher came around, saw me reading instead of paying attention, and proceeded to give me a thorough telling off. In French. *giggle* I'm proud of myself though--my French is really rusty, but I'm about 65 pages in, and didn't even skip any of the parts about the bishop.
This weekend was parents' weekend, which is why I got my computer back: Mom got it fixed and brought it up with her. I also dragged her into watching the Les Mis concert video with me. The following comments are hers, not mine:
"Oh, god, I can just picture it. 'Put your pants back on, I have to arrest you now.'"
"I thought she sold her hair? It grew back really fast."
[of Enjolras] "Oh, he's pretty. Looks like he's probably gay though."
[when Enjolras and Marius are getting snuggly after Eponine dies] "See? I was right!"
"What exactly is [Valjean] dying of, anyway, besides overwhelming self-pity?"
[during Javert's suicide] "Jesus. I never thought he was quite right in the head, but he's really a few bullets short of a clip, isn't he? A few bats short of a belfry. Not playing with a full deck. In other words, completely batshit fucking insane."
I love my mother.
Have computer back. Have music back. Voltaire slays me. Forbidden Broadway slays me. Have just realized that about 75% of my mp3 folder is really boring shit that I never ever listen to. But oh God do I ever love the Headless Waltz. Have considered blasting it and dancing gleefully around the living room still in dead French revolutionary garb, just for shits and giggles.
One of the first things I did once I got my computer stuff together was rip the CSR, select all the tracks that involve Les Amis, the barricade, etc, and burn them all onto one CD. Which, if one refers to one's fandom as an addiction, would I suppose be roughly equivalent to an injection straight to a major vein. XD
Also, this picture amuses me. And not because of the primal scream either.
