Sleepy Hollow
Ulg. Here’s to tiredness.
It’s a short post today, because I really have to go to bed. My head is nodding down in the middle of Chapter 3 of Amusing (which I am working on, by the way, and I’ve got it set, I think.)
Listen to How To Save A Life. I’m just tired and I like it.
G’night.
~DreamingOfNothing
Ah, that’s the rub.
Facilis descensus Averni:
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras.
Hoc opus, hic labor est.
That’s your cue to give me a puzzled look and ask, “What?”
Blame City of Bones and my inherent love for Latin. It means:
It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air -
There’s the rub, the task.
Virgil. Aeneid. Opener of Part 2 of City of Bones. I memorized it and decided that I had nothing more important to say.
At least, not that I can think of. I officially despise my history teacher, but that aside… Nothing, no. I think I might have an idea for chapter 3 of Amusing, which is giving me so much trouble – it makes chapter 2 look like a model student for behavior. I think I’ve got the plot worked out, though, despite the fact that Peter is much more important in it than I thought he would be.
I don’t really like Peter (who does? I mean, there’s the whole ‘I essentially killed James & Lily Potter and brought the Dark Lord back to life’ bit which kinda turns people off) so I’m surprised that he made himself such a major character in my new revised plotline. I think it’s because I’m afraid of forgetting him, as I tend to, because he’s never mentioned except as an appendage of Sirius, James, or Remus. Usually James – I don’t like him as much as Sirius or Remus. I like James, but not as much.
I didn’t used to like him – thought he was a jerk – but I decided that since Sirius really liked him and Lily loved him, there must have been something worthwhile in there. And, turns out, there’s good in everyone if you look hard enough. James is noble, loyal, supportive, and respects people’s secrets and privacy. Half of that I just made up, but it fits the whole stag thing. He’s the model best friend – to Sirius, anyway. And since I usually write through his eyes, it’s his perspective that matters.
And Remus likes him because he can see James’s good points, and because – honestly, even if he was a real jerk, Remus doesn’t turn down friendship. It’s too valuable and hard to come by for him, and anyway, he doesn’t think that he’s better than anyone. That kid has self-esteem issues.
My eyes are tired, and I have homework. So the song of tonight is Going Under, by Evanescence. I’m trying to decide whether this song is applicable to Sirius or not. Think: My two favorite things together. Evanescence and Sirius Black.
*Nirvana*
~DreamingOfNothing
Oh. Yeah. Africa.
Title stolen from one of the greatest Harry Potter (or Marauder, as the case may be) fanfictions out there. I have a list of four – count ‘em, folks – four fanfictions that are long and amazing.
Exhibit A: shoebox_project. Amazing, amazing, hilarious fanfic. It is kinda slashy at times, but if that bothers you, you can just skip over that. It isn’t incredibly much.
Exhibit B: The Spy Game. The fic from which the title was stolen. It’s great, it really is – though warnings include slash (I’m a little surprised myself at the prevalence of homosexuality within my favorite fictions list) and it’s a non-magic AU. Very well written, however, and highly satisfying.
Exhibit C: The Way We Are. Divided into (so far) 4 parts. Very well written, funny, and she updates on a regular schedule too. Definitely up among my fave four. And (at last) not slash.
Exhibit D: The Draco Trilogy. I cannot post a link, as the amazing author (Cassandra Clare, also creator of City of Bones/Ashes) wants it removed from the internet and has wiped out anyone who dares post it. I understand her agony, and so even though it’s a great story and (just to show how much I like it) is the only one of these four to not be about the Marauders, I cannot link you to it. Even if I knew where I could link you to it. As I thought you might have guessed from the ‘Draco’ in The Draco Trilogy. Also, from the four of them, I think it’s the largest. Approx. 2300 pdf pages, I believe. Don’t quote me on that. But this is not slash either, though it is written before the fifth book, which is something you ought to know if you can ever get your hands on it.
It’s late, and I have school tomorrow for the first time in a few weeks. And Numb3rs doesn’t air again until friday. And I’ve read everything I can find by Markus Zusak, but The Book Thief is still in the mail so’s I can’t read it again.
I am pitiable, I know. I’ll be signing off now.
Though – wait! I forgot a song last night. I wanted it to be that song that plays at the end of End Game, but I didn’t know the name. So tonight’s song will be… Hm…
Look Through My Eyes. Because I love that song to death, and the Bridge to Teribithia was both the cutest book and movie I’ve seen in quite some time.
G’night,
~DreamingOfNothing
Algorithmic, Geo-Profiling, Hot Zone Hot Pocket Deals
Well, it’s off to End Game, the new Numb3rs episode (at last!) which I have been waiting all weekend to see. I will add my commentary after viewing.
Please excuse me while I, now plumply contented by french toast, sit back and relish the sweet beauty that is Numb3rs.
x x x
Back. Basically, I think that overall this was a good episode. A little less focused on the case than they usually are, but there was a good bit of Don-angst and Colby wrestling with his guilt from leaving his friends behind in the Middle East. More Don-Robyn relations than I really needed (which, turns out, caused this episode to have a higher rating than previous… As in, PG-DLSV, as in Parental Guidance – suggestive Dialogue, Language, Sexual references, and Violence. As in, about as high as they can rate the thing without making it R. I don’t watch Numb3rs for the sex. I’d prefer they keep to the case. Some deviation is great, and that’s what makes it more than just a documentary, but could they keep the sexual action to a minimum? That we know about, anyway. When Don and Robyn say that they’re staying another night, we know what they mean. But this one made sure that we couldn’t miss it, apparently.
Other things to say: They brought back an old case. Which, while totally okay in it’s own right, does seem a bit repetitious, especially since this is a case from the beginning to the season. It’s not a ‘Last week on Numb3rs’ thing. It’s a ‘Several months ago on Numb3rs’ thing. Totally different. Also, several scene changes were very abrupt, when there was no real action to justify them, which annoyed me to no end.
Though I do have to say that I loved the music at the end. Nice song they got there. And having Bill Nye back was pretty cool. He was my childhood idol.
So I thought this one was okay. Definitely not up to par with beauties like Checkmate and Black Swan, but it holds its own.
Anything else to say? Oh, yes – I finished I Am The Messenger and absolutely loved it. Amazing, amazing, amazing man that Markus Zusak is.
And I’m figuring out how to use this handy little buttons on Scribefire. Here’s a picture of the two greatest brothers on the TV screen to test:
Oh! Yes! It worked!
Anyway, it’s off to bed with me. I just want to say one thing, and then it’s Zs for me, I swear.
x x x
Liz: Ok so you’re thinking if Ferraro and Porter are trained to
act in a certain way, we’ll be able to predict what their next move
will be?
Colby: Yeah. Maybe Charlie will be able to slap it into one of those algorithmic, geo-profiling, hot zone hot pocket deals.
Don: Put it just like that when you ask him.
x x x
Don’t ya love Colby? Turns out the actor went to MIT, and he understands the math way better than David Krumholtz. It’s funny.
But then insanely abrupt cut, just so’s we can’t transition. The director now officially has my annoyance.
G’night!
~DreamingOfDirectorHomicide
Me and Wills
This new Scribefire setup is so odd. I don’t know how to work most of the gadgets in this thing (which is why I just deleted my post) – gimme a few days. Well, I’ve got another weekend-sabbath-deal, so’s I won’t be posting until Sunday night at the earliest. Though I’ll probably be helping mi famalia to clean up and recover.
*Sigh* Yeah. Life is tough.
And I know what my fans are saying (if my fans read this, which they don’t), “Post the third chapter to Amusing already!” Well, yes, I said that I’ve been working on it, but turns out that chapter 3 is actually chapter 4 or 5, so the actual chapter 3 is still in the works. I’ve got to have someone break the news to the rest of the Marauders, and writing that is a nightmare.
And HC? I have no clue where that is supposed to go. It was written in practically one sitting in the middle of NaNoWriMo from a poor soul who just needed respite, and I haven’t any idea what’s going to happen to it. I’m not really in a cruel enough mood to continue, really. Especially since I’ve seriously rethought Walburga’s personality.
So, wish me luck. I have a lot of books that desire my consumption, and there’s probably work to be done. Right now, I’m reading:
- Extras (at last!)
- Heir Apparent
- I Am The Messenger (go Markus Zusak!)
- The Penalty (go Author of Tamar!)
- Remembering Raquel
I think that’s all. If I get Remembering Raquel and Heir Apparent from the library before sundown, that is. I need them – Heir Apparent has been in transit for eternity, and I heard that it’s really good and I want it.
Anyway, as I previously said, I’m off. Buh-bye! *Opens and closes hand* Bye, Tee! Bye!
Sorry. Jump The Cracks flashback.
~DreamingOfNothing
Life can be so action-missing
Hi. Now you know how totally bogus my life is, that I’m writing a post on this completely face-missing blog. This is worse than being on the bottom of the feeds – this is absolutely nowhereland. Out with the newborn littlies and crumblies that didn’t take the mind-rain pills.
Sorry. I’m just in Extra-ville. I’m in the middle of it, but I left Aya and Moggle so’s I could see if there was any action on the Rusty-level feeds. Nada.
So I’m pretending that I’m remotely like Aya, who seriously lives in a world that makes sense. I mean, being able to buy things because of doing your homework? That earns major merits with me, man, major merits. I know people now who would be complete tech-heads. Like my brother.
Me, on the other hand? I’d whisper around the dredges of the pond, kissing a million, until I become a officially published author and shoot to the thousands. Maybe even hundreds, while I’m dreaming.
But for now, there’s me and my blog. A complete nowhere feed, read by none. This place will be history in a few years, though, I assure you. Just wait.
Just you wait and see.
Listen to Away From the Sun, by 3 Doors Down, because I was listening to it when I was reading Jump the Cracks. Great book. Or, if 3 Doors Down doesn’t float your boat, (Insert laugh here – since when have I cared what floats your boat?) you can listen to You Are My Sunshine, that song that every toddler knows. It was referred to a lot in Jump the Cracks.
See you in Prettytown,
~DreamingOfNothing
Pushing the Edge of Insanity
Shameless stealing from a terrible fanfic. Whatever. It’s not any good, so I don’t feel bad about burgling it’s title.
So? What’s up in the land of the living? I’m becoming loads more active on Facebook (though it’s nothing like my lab partner will be when she finally gets one… Oh boy) so my time is vanishing like lightning. Plus, I am trying to write more, and I figured out where Amusing is going to go. So we’ve got a plot, now. Which is a good thing.
I don’t really have much to say. I mean, I already posted today – why am I bothering again? Boredom, I suppose. I almost wrote a post about AndAnotherBookRead’s or ThePageFlipper’s contests, but then I realized – oh, right, no one reads this. So it’d be a moot point. I think I’ll do alright in the contests, though, so no biggie.
AndAnotherBookRead’s contest is really good, though. It’s three of Tasha’s books, ones that she actually owns, and you have to find out through her clues what the books are. I got two out of three, which isn’t terrible. So now I have three entries to Tasha’s contest, so I hope that my Karma chooses now to kick in. Or for Chelsea’s April Contest, or maybe the SAT. One of those things like Karma.
Anyway, I’ve got things to do, people to meet, stories to write. I’m going to go back to working on Amusing, Chapter 3, which (as a sneak peek) is from Peter’s POV.
Listen to Anything But Ordinary. Avril Lavigne. I’ve got it stuck in my head and it’s killing me.
~DreamingOfNothing
Oops, I did it again
No, I didn’t post yesterday. So shoot me, invisible blog-self.
I have an excuse ready, even. I was sitting down to the computer at 11:30 (my standard posting time, and the only time that I’m really nutty enough to ramble so) but my mother enters, asking, “Do you want to watch Water?” So I looked it up, and thought that a movie about an eight-year-old widow who has to live in a convent-thing for the rest of her life sounded pretty interesting, so I agreed. And then by the time it was over, it was 1:30, and I had to go to bed by orders of the Maman.
It was a really good movie, though. Terribly sad, but good all the same. I felt so awkward, though, at the end, because beside me my mother’s rubbing at her streaming eyes and I’m just sitting there, not doing anything. She thought that the movie messed me up more than I was willing to show.
But the worst bit is – I wasn’t disturbed at all. I knew that the eight-year-old was raped, but no emotional response rose. I mean, I feel very, very, very bad for her, and what happened was horrible, but I didn’t cry or anything, I mean. For the same reason, people seem to think that I don’t like any of the dead HP characters, after I confessed that I didn’t cry throughout the whole last book. Or any of them, for that matter. Not even when Sirius and Remus died.
Does that make me a monster? Does that make me too conceited to care about other people’s misfortunes?
I don’t know. I just know that I don’t do it.
I have one recent time that might qualify. After the shooting in the school in Israel (after practically giving myself ulcers worrying about my friend that lives near there) I looked it up on Wikipedia. Bad move. There was some pictures of blood-smeared floor. There was so much blood – it was horrible. I thought I might throw up, but I didn’t.
I wrote Amusing instead. There’s coping mechanisms for you.
Listen to Angels, by Within Temptation, because I had it stuck in my head all weekend but couldn’t dare sing it aloud.
You took my heart
Decived me right from the start
Yeah, good song. Or, you could listen to anything in Hindi. I have some Hindi, Indian song from Water stuck in my head, but I don’t know anything about it except that it sounds like the local Indian Restaurant and is actually kind of cool.
I might post again later, to make up for my lack of posting yesterday. Sorry.
~DreamingOfAbsoBloodyLutelyNothing
Who is the Leader of the Crew?
Dammit. Missed the midnight point again. It’s of no matter – I’ll just muck around with the times and convince stupid WordPress that it’s actually 11:45. Right.
So now you’re staring at the screen in shock and saying, “Where the *** were you, moron?” Blame Moses. If he hadn’t taken the Israelites out of Egypt, Passover would never have happened, and I’d be slaving away trying to move a stone instead of blogging.
I prefer this way, personally. So there’ll be another one of these all-weekend-long sabbath things next week (and yet again, I’ll have to wait far too long to see Charlie’s stunning smile!)
Though I have not yet watched this week’s Numb3rs. You’re shocked. I can see it in your eyes. Yes, you thought that I couldn’t see you, but I’ve implanted chips in your brain from the first word.
*Evil cackle* My plot to take over the world is working!
So, the story of my life is as follows: When the clock decided that I could go back to my computer after far too long separation, the first thing I did (understandably) was check my email. A story I’m subscribed to is updated, a newsletter, blah blah blah. You’d be surprised how that junk mail piles up. (Not that the notification was junk. It was a great chapter, actually. But you get the picture). But then when there’s a email that says quite clearly,”**** (I can’t reveal personal info) Fiction Contest,” I had to click on it.
And what do you know? I won first place. Remember that contest entry over which I was stressing a few weeks ago and was certain that no one would allow to taint their eyes? Well, they enjoyed having their eyes tainted so badly that they wanted to waste the time of tens (Hundreds? Thousands?) of people with it.
I’m on a complete endorphin high, even if they are just the absence of pain. I am so not in pain at the moment I could scream.
I did, when I saw the email, but now I’ve calmed a mite. I think I’ll go listen to Markus Zusak talk a little more about his writing, because he is a god. My idol. Fantastic, fantastic writer. If I could even come close to the brilliance of his prose – if only.
Listen to Someday, by Nickelback. Basically, because it says,
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of Hollywood horror
I’m in a writing mood at the moment, what can I say? I should also watch Numb3rs now, I think.
*Internal battle: Markus Zusak or Charlie Eppes?*
Wish me luck choosing.
~DreamingOfZusak
Edit: Turns out that there is no new Numb3rs episode tonight. *Sob* It’s okay, though, because I got to watch the awesome gun-fight-chase-thing in Graphic, which is the rerun. It’s all way better quality than it was before and during the strike, so I can see it all without fuzz or shifting lines. Way better than what they had before, I’m telling you. Nothing better than Numb3rs in hi-def.
Stupid Dumbles
I am choosing this moment to rant about Dumbledore’s gayness.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not homophobic or anything. Where ever people find love – well, good for them. I may choose not to join them, because I am straight as an arrow, but I am willing to let them party on.
However, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore being gay frightens me. (What’s with the Brian, by the way?) The reason why it scares me is:
He’s always spending so much time with Harry.Think about that for one teensy second.
Case in point.
I don’t like that his sexual orientation suddenly casts a very sinister glare on all of his interactions with Harry. Note that when Harry’s a little kid, he’s this superhero, fatherly guy. All good there.
And six years later, “I’m not afraid, Harry. I’m with you.”
*Shiver of revulsion* Dumbledore, I admit that lots of people like Harry. But being in love with him behind his back is just wrong for reasons other than that you’re at least a hundred and fifty years older than him.
And that, my dear friends, is why I don’t believe it. Homo-ness is completely fine with me, I would like to add (again) so that I’m not being misinterpreted. It’s just… I don’t like the visions that a gay Dumbledore arises.
I wonder if there are HP/AD fics. I’m sure there are – people will write anything. Just a sec, I’ll see.
Yes, it seems that some people are thinking the same thing that I am. Or they’re just being original. Whatever.
I won’t be able to post for a few days, due to sabbatical-like resting until Monday night. Sick, I know. No computer, then, and no posting until Monday night at least.
I hope you’ll miss me!
Listen to My Favorite Things, from the Sound of Music. I’ve had it stuck in my head all morning.
~DreamingOfNothing
