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a Librarian of questionable...
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[1.05.10(3:50pm)] |
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1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question, even if it doesn't make sense.
4. No cheating D: It's not as fun if you cheat.
( stolen from kusarinokokoro )
my father's latest batch of beef jerky is in the making. i have sampled it. oh my god my mouth is on FIRE. *noms* *wheezes* BUT SO DELICIOUS. *wipes eyes*
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[1.01.10(5:39pm)] |
I CAN HAS NEW AIM SCREENNAME?
yes! yes, i can has! for Many Silly Reasons, my old one is NO MORE. it has PASSED ON, ceased to be, shuffled off this mortal coil, joined the invisible choir, is an ex-screenname--actually, no, it's alive and well i just can't access it at all. you know what i mean.
for the same reasons i cannot access my old one. =D i swear it would all make sense if it made any sense.
SO. WHAT YOU FUCKERS GOTTA DO IS, IF WE WERE BUDDIES, COMMENT WITH YOUR SCREENNAME. COMMENTS ARE SCREENED. IF WE WEREN'T BUDDIES AND YOU WANT TO BE, COMMENT WITH YOUR SCREENNAME. my new screenname is ohdarlingiknow.
there we go. thank you for your cooperation. *slithers back towards writing*
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[12.31.09(10:21pm)] |
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i have joined wriye, as ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cofmanynames is always talking about it and once invited me to their sunday word war which was mad writing glee. my goal is only 250k. i thought it'd be better to keep it safe, as i am completely unable to cope with failure. >_>
it is good, i thought, to start off a new calendar year with a writing challenge that stretches through the year. it's a nice, warm, squishy feeling in my various internal organs, or perhaps that's only the oranges i have eaten lately (come to think, maybe they're the reason i broke yet another tooth today).
maybe if i survive THIS year and do not flip out and say "there are OTHER PEOPLE OVER HERE, i am LEAVING right NOW", next year i will do 500k. >=D
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[12.31.09(2:47pm)] |
stolen from everyone on my flist ever. at this moment i directly snagged it from youraugustine, however.
( first line of first entry of each month )
then, with an upsetting amount of matches, suggesting that i never post anything but fic...
( first line of first fic of each month )
i have a splitting headache and i put too much salt in my nasal rinse. i suspect the bun i have tied my hair in is too tight. the numbers on the calendar are switching out yet again; i am not as upset about this as i usually would be because i have completely lost my sense of time passing, except i am certain in 2009 i was locked in a nuthut twice and shouted less than i did in 2008 save for a few extremely unfortunate moments involving terrible screaming matches off-meds with various members of my family who i suspect meant well, was less completely fucking mad as i was in 2007, and considerably less healthier than last year/year before/year before that/year before..., the tradition of which continues: by the end of 2010, i suspect i will be dead. or something.
anyway.
apparently it's dinner time. i have chicken and dressing. i like chicken and dressing.
oh my god my head what am i going to do with this thing OW.
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[12.30.09(8:26pm)] |
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one day, many moons ago, delilah said, "hey, i just got this computer that's faster than yours! you wanna rebuild yours sometime?" "sure," i said.
a week ago, roughly, delilah said, "hey, let's get started on your new computer!" "sounds great!" i said.
a few days ago, roughly, we returned from an all-night session of computer building and video games at his house, exhausted, with my computer in precisely the same condition except worse.
some fewer days ago, roughly, we returned again with my computer in precisely the same worse condition except worse. delilah spent a great amount of time backing shit up and trying desperately to--oh HELL i cannot even DESCRIBE--look, flist, everything that could've possibly gone wrong did. because i am cursed. i warned delilah that i was clearly cursed. towards the end he said, finally, "you ARE cursed," as the problems occurring were problems that do not actually normally occur with other people's computers.
last night or yesterday and the night before, delilah spent a great amount of time installing programs.
last night, we had a reading contest and installed more programs and backed a few more things up and shouted a bit at electronics. he won the reading contest. i do not know how he won. except that i slept a lot. >_>
this morning--from ten AM to, roughly!, five PM, we...did a lot of stuff on the computer. on both computers. again, everything proceeded to go very badly wrong. then when everything was pretty much fixed, something else went terribly wrong, leading to me calling delilah, who had gone home, for help.
to be quite honest i never want to see a computer ever again, yet here i am updating livejournal because i have been Absent all day and feel i must explain (also, i have a shiny new computer).
many things still need to be tweaked on my shiny new computer: for instance, it spat my printer out distastefully, apparently not liking mr. hewlitt packard one bit. luckily with a bit of "oh my GOD what is WRONG WITH THIS THING", the mp3 player got installed properly, although at first shiny new computer was reluctant to admit i had plugged the device into it, and no, there are no discs, silly human, why do you think there's a--oh you PUT one in there? um. good bye then! (this was mostly because i had put wmp9 on Shiny New Computer, even though i'd had 10 on my old one, and the player required 10.)
...i do not even know, flist. it was an Adventure. it was a horrifying Adventure. murphy's law, flist. murphy's law.
but, um, the new computer is shiny. having now finished installing everything ever in the history of EVER and changing EVERYTHING and customizing madly and having a few mild panic attacks over "THE ICONS ARE DIFFERENT OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS ENDING OH MY GOD NO NO NO I HAVE TO FIX IT WHY MUST THINGS CHANGE NO", it is a great deal faster!
also, the case isn't broken. my old computer was a dell with a beaten, scratched case whose cover was constantly falling off, occasionally leading to the dvd drive refusing to open due to the cover being open and falling to the side. a non-broken case is good.
mad (oh dear) love,
~marika
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| from twitter: |
[12.27.09(2:09pm)] |
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working with the novelist and his librarian at different stages of their life is, actually, like working with entirely different people.
iti?!meki did not remotely equal lpb!meki, and lpb!meki wasn't close to ld!meki, and ld!meki has shifted slightly for the present.
brightness, filth, rage, fatigue, loss, madness, destruction, uncertainty & rebuilding, rest & warmth, then barely human but content.
those're described as stages of his life. major ones--intercepted by less explosive bouts of insanity or misery or, um, not...human-ness?
although it should be said everything post-destruction-era was peppered with exhaustion and occasional hopeful glances at death.
oh, actually, also all intercepted by other bouts of strange exuberance & (is texture, knuckles scraped on brick. um).
( which i've stated before, vaguely. )
...this says nothing about when he wasn't human. =|
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[12.24.09(4:28pm)] |
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today as i was rinsing out my nasal passages with salt water and nomming pills, i received in the mail a small envelope. "oh my!" i thought, hurriedly blowing my nose. "who is sending me mail?"
it was from kyo_ai, who being as usual very nice somehow feels the need to thank me for things i played almost no role in (which reminds me--sabi, did tatsie get hers? i wasn't sure if it sent, it was being difficult)! ♥ it is a RAINBOW THANK YOU CARD.
with this utterly delightful and "aw hey that was my heart she squished!" rainbow!card of rainbow glee, she also included a bright pink pack of supremely glittery my little pony stickers. if a person looked at this level of glitter in the sunlight while driving there would be a terrible accident!
i do not know how she knew i loved my little pony, as i thought that was a secret, but OH LOOK I HAVE MY LITTLE PONY GLITTER STICKERS FROM SABI, which is, ah, how shall i put this: fucking rad.
my friends are very lovely. <3
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[12.24.09(11:13am)] |
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this kid (as i was glaring with fury at the truck pulling close to the yard) just showed up at the door with this real sweet smile and held out this big fucking package with a slightly awkward "merry christmas." it was heavy, all pretty and red and shiny, full of all sorts of fresh fruits and cookie packages and chocolate things. i mean, damn. he just knocked on the door, and cranky-assed marika limped to the door, opened it--"what?" "*is Very Nice!* merry christmas." kid may as well've sparkled.
goddamn. how'm i supposed to hate everyone now?
(i am guilty i was too baffled to really reply.)
aw, fuck. merry christmas and, y'know, suchlike, intarwebs.
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