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12.23.03 - 9:44 a.m.

They call me "Productive Girl!"

Woo!

I have been productive and it's only 9:30 in the morning.

Well, not that productive.

Mainly, I remembered, with the help of my mother and my own dorky revelation that hey, leaving myself a voicemail at work might help me remember to mail the freaking card with the freaking tip for the freaking mean super.

Ahem.

Yeah. So. That's done.

Plus, I deposited a check and took out money, though the stupid ATM only had $50s, but the deli was able to break one of those for me, and I'll get Daddy to break the other, and it will all be good.

So, all that's done. I'm waiting for one last gift to arrive via USPS, from Midtown Comics, and I really hope it does, because I want Victor to be able to read his comics in order, instead of having to skip the five issue arc in the book that's not arrived yet. And then in January his sub should start, and he will have a new comic every month. This is of the good. *g*

I've got four stories out for beta, if you can believe it - finally finished off the shirtfic last night, Pru has the wankfic, which I'm sure needs work, and then there's the two squicky fics, which DD has graciously agreed to look at.

What squicky stories, you may ask? Well, there's Such Corruptions Out of Such Sweet Things, the Bella/Narcissa/Lucius triangle thingy, and Let Nothing You Dismay, the very sad, very squicky, Victoria Is Going to Hell in the Bad Way sequel to Enough.

Obviously, Christmas brings out the worst in me, fictionally.

And the worst in other people, personality-wise. But enough about that.

To cleanse your palate after all that bad wrong incest and near-incest, have I mentioned Unconditional? A little slice of Sirius/Remus, post-Trick sixth year, based on dialogue I wrote for Halrloprillalar for a contrelamontre challenge a while back. I pictured Siruis and Remus while I wrote the dialogue, sans any actions or tags or anything else, and she did write a Sirius/Remus story, but I couldn't leave it alone and had to write the story I was imagining while I wrote the dialogue. (If you recall, I wrote Boxing Clever with the dialogue Hal wrote for me.)

Now, there is work to do, so I must away. West, west away!

~victoria



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12.18.03 - 9:37 a.m.

Roundup of LotR movie thoughts

So, saw Return of the King Tuesday night at the midnight showing.

So you can get the full scope of my feelngs about LotR, My first thoughts on seeing FotR (and second thoughts on viewing the DVD, and then the extended edition, and more on the FotR:EE).

My TTT thoughts, plus, all my posts (and a couple other people's) on Faramir. Also, my TTT:EE thoughts.

And lastly, Return of the King - immediate thoughts, and more immediate thoughts.

I'm sure there will be more, less-immediate thoughts and recollections, examinations, nitpicking and general gushing when I see it again.

But to sum up: If Peter Jackson doesn't win the Oscar for Best Director and Best Picture, something is seriously wrong with the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences (or whatever the hell it's called).

Now I have stupid work to do, so excuse me.

PS: Note the reservations about Faramir, six months ahead of the fact. Heed my gut on Thewlis!Lupin. I'm rarely wrong, though the TTT:EE did somewhat assuage my white-hot anger at what was done to Faramir. I just keep reminding myself that's not *really* Faramir up there, and then in RotK he's much better.

~victoria



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12.15.03 - 9:44 a.m.

I am a self of very little brain and even less memory

So BEMC's home intranet site has changed, and now all the menus are on the right side. I find this odd. I still have never gotten a good explanation for "copy left" and why it's better.

Last night I dreamt I was the Lady Victoria P- in some blind news item in a society column, and a man had been kicked out of my bed (or fallen out, depending on who you spoke to) but because I was a relation of the Duc de Boulanger, I wasn't being shunned for being fast and/or loose.

I woke up and thought, turn over and go back to sleep. And then my dad knocked on the door and said, "Time to get up."

Sigh.

Hee! We just had a long conversation here about the Mets and their history of screwing up promising ballplayers - i.e., Doc Gooden. They were all, "He was on drugs" and I said, "But he was pitching well! They cleaned him up and changed his motion. And then he sucked!"

So we were laughing about how they should just let these guys drink and do drugs and whatever (but not steroids) if they're playing well. Look at the Babe. Or Mickey Mantle. They managed to play drunk or hungover and be amazing.

I got some writing done on the train this morning, as the batteries on my walkman died and I didn't have new ones. I *knew* they were dying, and on Friday I said to myself, "Self, put new batteries in your bag now, because you will not rememnber on Monday morning, and then you will be without tunes halfway through the very long ride into the city from the island."

But because I am a self of very little brain - and even less memory - I forgot, and so had no tunes on the very long ride from the island into the city.

But yes, writing was done on BBB!Remus, and some editing was done on other things, and I'm thinking the wankfic may not have any actual sex in it, because it feels so very, very forced and awkward right now, so I may just fade to black. I don't know why I don't like that idea. I mean, not every story needs sex. And I'd rather not force it if it's not going to work. I mean, it doesn't *need* sex, though it'd be nice. I mean, you *know* they're having it, so do we really need to *see* it?

Sigh.

These are my dilemmas. Everyone should be so lucky.

Must eat bagel now.

~victoria



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12.11.03 - 9:09 a.m.

update!

Did some coding last night, both Enough and Run Like a River are now up. HP, both concerned with Sirius and Remus, though the latter is happy and the former is... sad.

I am sleepy. I want to write. That is all.

~victoria



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12.10.03 - 12:28 p.m.

money is like us and time, it lies but can't stand up

You know, it's not th big things that piss me off. I mean, yeah, they do, but it's the little, niggling, crappy things that make the day that much harder to get through that really chap my ass, you know? The Xerox guy saying it's an elecrical problem and not the copier that's broken, so trying to get an electrician in here in a timely fashion; the fact the my bootlaces won't stay tied for some reason; the way allegedly adult women pee on the toilet seat and odn't clean it up - these are the things that will cause me to snap, not the idiocy and blatant untruths perpetrated by our current government, or the fact that our raises at BEMC will likely be pissant again, while Big Cheese gets his usual seven figure bonus, or the stream of homeless people that never seems to end etc.

Eh, I'm just kvetching 'cause I'm naturally cranky, but the little irritations add up, man, and sometimes you gotta vent.

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Speaking of snapping... Enough. Remus learns that some things are more important than pride. Short, squicky, sadly plausible, though I don't really believe it, and for more reasons than just I don't *want* to. Though I don't want to. Heh.

Crossed two more people off the shopping list last night, and am now looking only at purchasing Anthony's birthday present, the gifts for Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Angela and Aunt Joan, both of which are shipped to them directly, and buying for the folks here

at work. Then I have to fill in for Victor and Anthony, because I think I bought way more for the girls than I did for them, and I'd like to have some measure of equality, even if it bankrupts me.

I realize you're not supposed to use credit cards to do Christmas shopping, but I'm so cash poor I have to. Luckily, my APR is extremely low and doesn't vary, so I can pay it off over a few months without getting *killed* by the finance charges.

Ah money. We never do have enough of it, no matter how much we have, eh?

~victoria



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12.09.03 - 12:16 p.m.

shameless self-promotion

I'm updating my Amazon Wishlist (all gifts gratefully accepted; paperbacks are better than hardcovers, even if I've got the hardcover listed), and there were two things on it that were listed as purchased (from a while ago - I haven't looked in months), that I never received.

I think that's pretty sucktacular, personally. I removed them from the list, as what's the point of having things listed when it shows that they've been purchased, even if I do not have them.

Except now I can't remember what they were. *snicker*

And some of that stuff has been on there for *years*, so check the second page, you know? *g*

I am shameless. I admit it.

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Speaking of shameless, I write, therefore I pimp:

Run Like a River, Moony and Padfoot spend a full moon together, pre-OotP. Written in 13 minutes for 15minuteficlets.

~victoria



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