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|Friday, August 3rd, 2007|
All right. Due to strikethrough round two, I am officially jumping ship and heading over to greatestjournal. This journal will not be abandoned, so your posts will still be seen and responded to, and any comments made here will also be seen and responded to, but there will be no new content posted here. There will
be content posted from this journal to various communities. However, everything regarding me babbling about my life, loves, horses and book sales will all be posted to http://tigerkat24.greatestjournal.com/
as soon as I figure out how to make it not be neon purple.
Official last words in this journal? I love my friends. I love my school. I love my family and my ponies and my writing.
I hate you, LJ. So fuck off.
|Wednesday, August 1st, 2007|
|Tuesday, July 31st, 2007|
Reading The Feminine Mystique for the first time, I just realized something.
Feminism is not about womyn power, or the glorious sisterhood of women, or the right of women to be astronauts or physicists or to rule over men. It may be at least on the surface supporting some of those things, but it's not about them.
Feminism is about the right to choose, for everyone, men and women. It's the right of a woman to choose whether or not to be a housewife, an astronaut, a horse trainer or soldier or seamstress. It's the right of a man to choose what sort of woman he marries, when he marries and why. It's the right of every human being to have that choice and to make it without fear of pressure, prejudice or pain.
That's what feminism is about. And it won't really have the effect that we want and need until everyone--everyone
|Tuesday, July 24th, 2007|
Never let it be said I can’t mock myself. FG-verse, very far in the future; a bit of silliness with Josh and Christa that is 100% angst-free. Enjoy. Points if you spot the Hot Fuzz reference.( Heresies Verse TwoCollapse )
|Monday, July 23rd, 2007|
| To Do
by Friday, hopefully
Sort out book sale
Promote book sale. Come on, people! Lots of books to buy!
Find spot for mending piles and basket o' missing socks
Find space for jewelry boxes
Pick up pushpins
Move new bookcase in room
Put away hair things
Put away magic stuff
Put away Miscallaneous Mess
Put up Illusionist poster and other wall hangings
Clean out desk
Find spot for
and put away Faire clothes
Mend at least two pieces of clothing Put away loose fabric Hang pictures
Get rid of prom dress (strapless, baby blue, silver glitter on top bodice bit, worn once, size 10ish; 'case you're interested)
Get rid of tall boots
Wash sequined skirt and purple skirt
Pack for wedding (bring Chinese dress!) Watch The Office
Download the rest of the French Revolution arc
Adding: ship sold books.
...oh, and do real work. Y'know, the stuff I get paid for.
Okay. I feel a manic-energy episode coming on. Wish me luck!
|Sunday, July 22nd, 2007|
At library prices. Hardbacks 1.50, paperbacks 50 cents or three for a dollar; discounts for large orders (over ten). First come, first served; if you want them shipped to you, I will require shipping to be paid as well.
I've provided enough information to find the books on Amazon, but if you have questions about content or condition, feel free to ask!
Oh, and anyone twitting me on my taste in reading will be smacked. ^.^( This way to the books! In no order whatsoeverCollapse )
|Saturday, July 21st, 2007|
I do not have too many books. I do not. I simply have too few bookcases.
On tomorrow's to-do list; move the new bookcase into my room. See if I can move out my bed and move in the futon as well. See if doing so will make the bottom two shelves of the brown bookcase accessible. Put away clothes washed today. Put away small mountain of shoes. Sort out pile of mending and pile of missing sockes. Sort out random containers. Put away random things in the box of Random Things. Get huge grey thing out of my room (seriously, wtf is that thing? An air filter?). Possibly clean out my desk. Go in for more pony therapy.
Oh, and make plans to see El sometime. It's been too long and I need to nick her copy of Deathly Hallows since I've no intention of buying one myself.
*puts head under a blanket and pretends fandom doesn't exist*
Edit: Oh! I forgot! Because of my lamentable lack of bookcases, I'll be going through my books and having another book sale. Watch this space to place orders.
FANDOM, FANDOM EVERYWHERE AND NOT A DROP OF SANITY.
|Thursday, July 19th, 2007|
My bunny had to be put to sleep half an hour ago. Her name was Hazel, though no one ever called her that; usually it was booboo, or bunny, or some other sickening name. She was grey and soft, with a little white collar around her neck and a little white nose. She was the sweetest bunny around, and she used to lick your nose, or your finger, just because she could. She ate grass in this really cute way, too, chewing it up like you used to chew spaghetti when you were a kid, one long strand at a time.
She was also
years old, and she got congestive heart failure. That's what the vet said, anyway. We only noticed that she wasn't breathing very well. The vet did say that we got her there in time, so she didn't hurt, and they kept petting her and telling her she was okay, so she wasn't scared.
She was such a good bunny. I hope she and my kitty have a good time in heaven.
Pictures to follow. Right now I just need to sleep.
|Thieved from Puck
Favorite Book: Prisoner of Azkaban
Favorite Character: Remus Lupin
Favorite Movie: Goblet of Fire, for there is David Tennant. Yes, I am this shallow.
Favorite Spell: Experimellus.
Favorite Couple: If I say Remus/me, will I get bricked?
Favorite Magical Building: Hogwarts Castle
Favorite Magical Creature: Unicorns.
Favorite Non-Human Character: Nearly-Headless Nick!
Favorite Scene: "It unscrews the other way, Peeves."
Favorite Class: Care of Magical Creatures.
Favorite Moviescene: Anything involving Maggie Smith and Imelda Staunton on the same screen.
Favorite HP website: None.
Favorite House: Tie between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.
Favorite bad-guy: Umbridge.
Favorite room in Hogwarts: Great Hall.
Favorite Teacher: McGonagall.
Favorite Ministry Employee: Tonks.
Favorite Ministry Department: Department of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts.
Favorite Magical transportation: Unicorns!
*needs a sheep icon*
|Saturday, July 14th, 2007|
|A quote from GAFF...
...that I thought particularly apt. DarckRedd, on a Sailor Moon fic where Serena prayed for help finding a prom dress."I mean, seriously, how can anyone find this fulfilling? It's a God of Stuff, an expression of the materialistic fervor that has swept through the US. There's little that's spiritual about this god, once you get past its abstract concepts of Heaven and Hell. Beyond that, it's all makeup and nails and 'modest' gowns. Where is the God in that? I'll show you the Christian God: God is going out and helping the poor. God is praying silently for salvation.
God is not condemning anyone who disagrees with you. God is not preying on rape victims to get them to join your faith.
This author has no true God; what she has is another thing, like all the others."
|Thursday, July 12th, 2007|
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions
3. Then tag three people. ( Meme!Collapse )
If you have characters, are on my flist, and have not yet been tagged, consider yourself tagged.
Oi, Pris, I had a weird dream. It was a kind of fixit sequel to Cold Comfort, where it turned out Murph got resurrected by something or other (I think the dream blamed faeries) and then Lasciel mysteriously disappeared, Murph started channeling the Eighth Doctor's Jesus imagery and then fell asleep on Harry's doorstep where he tripped over her the next morning. Yeah, you explain it. It's your fault anyway.
|Wednesday, July 11th, 2007|
Everyone who's a Doctor Who fan and a Dresden Files fan should go here
immediately. Because it is wonderful. Go.
-best iTunes Shuffle segue ever (best ever can be found here
From Rent, What You Own:
"I'm not aloooooone..."
to Spamalot, Twice in Every Show.
"But you're not alone, Arthur!"
Does cast an interesting light on Mark and Roger's relationship, though. And we all know which one's the diva.
|Monday, July 9th, 2007|
|Fic: Persistent Illusion
So I'm not sure if this worked. It's meant to be an elusive, hallucinatory view of grieving, but I'm afraid it just came out hallucinatory. Ah well.
(also, note to some of y'all; Maggie is not necessarily. She's a slippery little bugger. Like cockroach.)
Title: Persistent Illusion
Summary: OC-verse. He’s losing them all.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Mr. Butcher with the following exceptions: Maggie and Julia belong to me and Arthur belongs to Dark Puck.
Spoilers: References Grave Peril briefly.
Author's Note: Written for 100moods, prompt #46, Grieving. May be subtitled The Weirdest F’ing 2AM Angst Fic Ever. Intentionally vague on tenses and pronouns.( Persistent IllusionCollapse )
|Wednesday, July 4th, 2007|
|Sunday, July 1st, 2007|
I seem to be into true crime recently, specifically historical murders, even more specifically Erik Larson and John Berendt. Though I suppose Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
is more about Savannah than it is about murders.
Erik Larson, on the other hand, is definitely
about murders. I will forever associate the song "They" by Jem with Dr. H. H. Holmes. For future reference, Devil in the White City
is fuckin' creepy while Thunderstruck
is just a bit sad. Do not read either if you have a problem with descriptions of corpses. Especially not Devil in the White City.
Holmes is considered the first real American serial killer, has a record far better than Jack the Ripper (if better is really the word there; perhaps more extensive?) and was inventively disgusting about killing people. Strange, scary man.
Dr. Crippen, on the other hand, I just feel sorry for. Dude, if you're going to marry and eventually murder a harridan wannabe diva, at least just toss her in the Thames or something instead of burying her in your basement. Seriously.
But the books are made of awesome and love. Erik Larson has the most readable nonfiction style I've run across yet. I went through Thunderstruck
in about a day and a half, even plowing through all those telegraph technicalites.
|Friday, June 29th, 2007|
Up rly rly early, going to work for the purpose of, and trying to write a bit of the angrysmutfic. HATE HATE HATE. It's resisting. Holmes, get out the thumbscrews.
Yes, I'm on the special crack.
I think I need a "special crack" icon. What with all this paid user iconspace I can afford one.
WATSON! SUMMON THE CHEESES!
*goes to work*