The play was well acted, though a little hard to follow because a dozen actors filled over twenty roles, but it was a lot of fun. The venue is an outdoor theater in a Japanese garden on the campus of a huge Veterans Administration facility in Los Angeles, and there were no bad seats. ronfaure wisely chose a seat right next to one of the walkways where the actors entered and exited, so we had a lovely view of everything.
It's almost one in the morning, so I'm off to bed. Good night, all.
I participated under the name rampaging_panda at holmestice. sc010f was my recipient, so I chose her Mycroft/Lestrade fic All That You Build, All That You Break to illustrate. A larger version, picture details, and disclaimer are available at DeviantArt here.
I also received a lovely fic this round: Singularity. (Though I don't know who wrote it yet; the mods are having trouble with coding, so they said we could go ahead and act like the Big Reveal had happened. I'll edit as soon as I have a name so I know who to thank properly.) Very nice astronomy metaphor, and it's John-centric, which makes me think the author knows me. Or else I just lucked out!
Fourth Doctor Bookmark by ~Keladry-Lupin on deviantART
This is something I've been working on for the last several months, and I've finally put on the last stitch and washed and pressed it. I just liked the scarf, so I found a knitting pattern for it online, used the software I got online to build the chart, and started stitching in my spare time. I have plans to make a bookmark for myself at some point (either Jeeves or the Ninth Doctor), but I have a queue of four right now, so I won't be working on that any time soon.
Disclaimers (this is fanart, after all) and specific information (floss colors, etc.) are at DA.
Dear friends for whom I've made similar projects: if/when it's convenient, would you please take a photo or scan what I've sent to you and e-mail me the image so I can catalog them? I lost all my scans of past projects when my laptop died, and the data can't be retrieved.
Post edited because of reasons.
Thanks, S, for not firing me. Especially since you have your work cut out for you in the proofreading -- I've thrown my hands up and typed "INDECIPHERABLE" or "SHIT, I DON'T KNOW" at least a dozen times.
Yes, it's backed up online. If I lost it now, I'd do myself in. (Not really.)
Got compliments from three coworkers on today's outfit, which is always nice. Blue floral print dress, denim jacket, my white-to-blue scarf, brown wedges, and pink toes!
And ugly office carpet.
The black dog or some lurking beast from my anxiety closet has come for a visit -- he's been here for over a week, but I only realized it last night. I feel a bit lighter today, though. Maybe it's the clothes? XD I actually feel like I can accomplish something tonight once I get home.
2. I like being able to track my progress on Chore Wars. I'm still figuring out how it works, since I've never played D&D type games before (I had to use Google to find out what XPs are), but it's fun.
3. Finally transplanted the rosemary topiary in a larger container yesterday along with some of the compost and compost tea. (The worms seem to be thriving in their bin!) The amaryllis is starting to bloom, too. Now, if I can just find a way to coax something more than a few feeble leaves from the gardenia, I shall be very happy, indeed.
4. A belated birthday present from Mermaid (best friend since preschool) arrived Thursday. It's a beautiful burgundy hat! Her mad sewing skills get better all the time.
5. I gave myself a good lecture last night and donned the writing hat. I ended up editing more than writing, and I still have stuff to slide in and a whole day to conjure, but as motivation is my Achilles heel, I'll take what squee I can get. (And I found a title. Not a very good one, but I spent four hours over the weekend looking through YouTube videos and a Beatles songbook, so when I finally listened to Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street," I gave up and grabbed a few words from it.)
You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
( Other stuff. )
Bed. Will catch up on the flist tomorrow. Good night!
Copy and Paste if you have enjoyed the blessing of meeting people online that you never would have met any other way.
This is my end of the year shout out to the many friends I have never been in the same room with (and those whom I have) but who have inspired, amused, comforted, encouraged, and touched me in so many ways. I love you people! Here's to another year together!
( Other stuff. )
366 days to go until An Unexpected Journey. Once I've seen that, I'll start counting the days (364) until There and Back Again.
I must confess, I am rather proud of this one: Master and Apprentice. ( Details and babbling and stuff. )
Thanks also to the mods for all the work they put in so everything goes smoothly for the rest of us!
Title: The Ethernet Chronicles
Author: Temporarily Disillusioned
Rating: PG-13, for profanity and innuendo
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE, Character Non-Death (Severus Snape, Fred Weasley and Vincent Crabbe), some good-natured Ron-bashing, some not so good-natured Molly bashing, characters possibly OOC.
Genre: Comedy, Farce, Fluff, Friendship, Romance
Summary: Post Vold-War II, the Wizarding World has adopted a new-fangled notion: blogging!
Word Count: 20,074
Author's Note: This fic is based on the kind of entries found in the BBC blogs made for the characters of the TV show Sherlock, as per the prompt. I have also incorporated formatting elements of LJ, Google Buzz, GChat, etc. to best suit the narrative arc; however, no prior knowledge of the TV show or its associated blogs is necessary. For fans of the show, there may be a couple of subtle nods to Sherlock. Hugs and smooches to my fantabulous beta [name redacted], for her super-lightning-fast beta work and stupendous suggestions which spruced this fic into ship-shape and Bristol fashion. Any remaining mistakes and inconsistencies are entirely due to my own obstinacy and/or laziness. My fervent admiration and gratitude also go to my coding wizard, scatteredlogic. I also owe several life debts to the Mods for their immense patience, forbearance and generosity while I wibbled, whined, whinged and went well over the submission deadline. And finally, huge, heartfelt thanks go to keladry_lupin for an absolutely amazing prompt which grabbed me by the horns and grew into monstrous proportions. I do hope this is something like what you envisaged, and that you enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed wrestling it into submission.
Disclaimer: I don’t own 'Harry Potter' or 'Sherlock', and I make no money off this venture.
Original Prompt: Write a blog. It could be a You've Got Mail or The Shop around the Corner scenario, or just the blog (including friends' comments) of either Severus or Hermione as their relationship evolves from whatever it was (you choose) into a friendship and/or romance. Entries of irrelevant stuff (like the shopping, hobbies, and other commenters' replies) would be a hoot, though I realize that might make it a bit too time consuming. I got the idea from [a] Sherlock (BBC) AU fanfic, though I'm not asking for anything that detailed.
Me again. As if the laughs and romance weren't enough, there's some beautiful art embedded within the fic. Please read and review if you haven't already!
*glomps Mystery Author/Artist*
1. holmestice project is going well.
2. Rain's coming!
3. I got my flu shot yesterday, so that's one less thing to worry about now.
4. COWS!!! (stupid_drawings updated her Road Trip series of very funny Sherlock BBC fics.)
5. I got rid of several dozen old books, CDs, and DVDs and got a free lunch when Mom and Mimi came to Orange County Wednesday. I got to see her and the baby, and the hobbit hole has less stuff in it. Win-win.
6. See's is coming to my neighborhood. (I really shouldn't be happy about this one.) *wicked grin*
Happy weekend, y'all!
3. And then I read the update to a fanfic that is gorgeous and romantic (at a very slow pace, which is the best kind of romance), and the author had another YT link at the bottom because three of the characters started quoting this song: The Kinks' Have a Cuppa Tea. (Can't embed; sorry.)
4. My cold has pretty much gone away. I think I got sick before the play ended, but I simply refused to acknowledge it because I wouldn't have felt up to performing if I had admitted it. A regular regimen of Claritin D helped stave off the worst of it.
5. Came home with Chinese takeaway. Nom nom nom.
6. I made significant progress on a project last night.
7. I have a good weekend ahead: pay day, another damned good thrashing from my chiropractor, a birthday party for baby Mimi, a play, and my favorite uncle and aunt are in town!!!
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Mom was coming home for the weekend, and then she wasn't because her car needed fixing, and then she got it fixed and came home because she pissed Jimbo off. But she came with a new mobile phone in hand for me, so I have arranged a bank transfer to pay for the phone via online banking and shall spend some time tomorrow figuring out how to make that mp3 of Stephen Fry saying "Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now!" my ring tone again. (It's at 3:33 in this clip.)
This means I have a camera again, too!
Twelve performances down, twelve to go. I baked some sweets for my fellow actors and crew members; we have a family cheesecake recipe and a spice and apple cake recipe, both of which can be adapted to cupcakes very easily. I spent all day yesterday in the kitchen, but it was worth it to share the fruits of my labors with my colleagues. The whole thing came out of a desire to use my new Pampered Chef cake nine-inch round cake pans. I shall inaugurate the cake pans some other time, like when I'm trying Bakerella's peanut butter and chocolate cake. I want to remember to include something Kosher if I bake for these colleagues again, since our Jack is Jewish and didn't eat anything. Oops.
I found a lizard in my shoe during intermission! The Merry Wives of Windsor is playing on the lawn at the same time Into the Woods is inside, so some forty-odd actors are sharing two dressing rooms. The TMWoW usurp our larger dressing room every Sunday because they use that room's door to go outside, so I cleared my stuff out during intermission. I picked up my loafers, and a tiny, four-inch lizard scarpered out and under a cupboard door. It was a bit of a surprise, but a cute one!
Dad took me out to breakfast this morning. There's a little cafe about halfway between his flat and mine that's a little too foo-foo for our tastes -- the food is delicious, but a mite overpriced. We both had the cheeseburger scramble: two or three eggs with ground beef, mushrooms, and cheddar cheese all slopped together, with potatoes and a bit of baguette on the side. Yum. He had a gift card, which is why we went out in the first place. It was nice to see him.
I have tomorrow off work, so we're going to nap and watch Burlesque and order in Chinese and figure our new phones out tomorrow. Both Mom and I need to relax. I have scads of research for the fic I'm working on (I always do things backwards), so I'll also read some ACD Sherlock Holmes stuff and finish reading my overdue library book so I can return it.
The folks at the Mysterium have made a montage of our production of Into the Woods and set it to a cast recording of the finale from one of our performances. If you'd like to see it, go here:
The video will start to play automatically. I'm visible a few times; Cinderella's Mother is inside the tree at the left of the screen, and any time you see a fat broad in a white nightgown, mob cap, and shawl shuffling about, that's Granny (also me).
I came home tonight absolutely fried. Hungry, too. My post-wig hair was too bizarre even for a drive-through stop at a fast food joint, I had no cash to have anything delivered, and I was too tired to fix anything for dinner, so I laid around for an hour after I got home and whined to myself about how hungry I was. Then I showered, and just when I was giving up on fighting against going to bed (it was about 7 pm), Mom called to let me know she'd come into town after all. Now it's 11:30, and I'm not a bit tired. I don't get it!