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Right. So. Lali hasn't been sleeping well recently. Lots of nightmares, including a variation on the old "giant spider on the pillow" one, in the form of "spider dropping towards your face from the ceiling". That kept me up a bit, looking for the blasted thing. Kept me awake longer than the giant robot hell bent on smashing my house down around my ears so it could get to me and kill me. (Torchwood made a brief appearance early on in that and were utterly ineffectual. Even in my dreams they can't achieve basic competence.) But not as bad as last night's combination of house-falling-down-with-me-in-it and SADAKO IS TRYING TO KILL YOU! (Yup, the creepy dead girl from The Ring. She had a go at strangling me while I tried to strangle her and the house fell over.) Which is never fun.

And I think I know why I've been stressy and fitful and having such lovely anxiety dreams and other random waking-up-at-three-in-the-morning stuffs, but never mind.

Anyway, the point is, I got up this morning in a hurry and went to evict Mum from the bathroom as soon as she was finished, with the fateful words, "Could we swap places, please, 'cause I'm about to keel over otherwise."

Mum managed to open the door, at which point I keeled over.

I should point out that this is the second time in my life I've ever fainted. The first time was... standing in the self same bathroom doorway. Then, I woke up on the floor with my head an inch or so from the bathroom scales, and a nosebleed. This time, for a little variety, I went in a different direction. Ie, headfirst into the landing window, apparently bashing my ribs on the windowsill, and collapsing on the stacks of books underneath.

Nothing bleeding, nothing broken, but my nose does hurt.

Gave Mum a hell of a fright, too. :/ She insists it was heat-induced and proceeded to steal my duvet and fling my window open so wide I'll have whole hordes of actual!spiders descending upon me tonight, never mind the hallucinatory ones.

Anyway. Torchwood's back on the radio next week, and on TV the week after, so the Radio Times promises me. It depresses me beyond belief that there haven't been lots and lots of adverts for either. :(


May. 30th, 2009 03:26 pm
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*repeated woeful headdesk*

I avoid spoilers for so long and so diligently, and then, when I go looking for those lovely new Jack/Ianto pics, you had to say *that* in the comments?


): Honestly, first time online in days and this happens?

Didn't even find the pictures, either.


I'm off out to the sunshine. I have comments to reply to and fic to post and much other online stuff to do, but I trust not the internet (unless I'm wearing gloves. Which I'm not. Bonus points to anyone who gets the mangled quote).

Oh, and I have Dreamwidth invitations but that furore seems to be quiet now, I guess... Absinthefairy, you wanted one for your friend before I disappeared to Cornwall (I'll explain later), is that still the case?

*vanishes into the sunshine*


May. 4th, 2009 01:22 pm
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I received an invite this morning - but from a rather unexpected source. (: So thank you [ profile] smallwaldo. 'Tis very kind. ^_^

So yes, Laligin over on Dreamwidth is me, and as soon as I've eaten lunch I'll come back, reply to comments here, and stalk you lot over there if you exist there. ;)

Plus, although I have no idea how the invite system works, I shall valiantly give it a try if anyone here wants/needs an account there. (:

(Edit: Mind you, Dreamwidth's... pinkness is vaguely offputting. For some reason I find the blues of LJ easier on the eyes and much clearer to deal with. And the identical grey navigation bar at the top just seems a bit cheeky. Hm. I get the feeling unless there is absolute and complete exodus, I'm very very much staying here. Keep adding me, though. (: )


Apr. 24th, 2009 05:46 pm
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Hello internets. Hello LJ. Hello people.

Yes, I'm still here. Missed my fic-a-week post last week. Sorry. Good thing the resolution was only for one a month. (And probably a good thing I missed it, recent quality considered. Further apologies.)

Anyway. Four Flavours to go, in any case. Jantolution at the moment is Fluff (and Midnight and Pikachu) so anything fluffy counts, and I shall find something appropriate for that. And I should really get Harkness PI up.

In other news, I have a random permanent post, because I'm feeling generous. It's stuck in the sidebar of my journal, beneath the Page Summary bit, and it's Friends-locked (cue gasps) but it's there to be used. Ask Me It's also tagged with "ask me" for practical purposes and "help me lali you are my only hope" because it amuses me. Go mad.

Also: Free Rice <-- This site donates rice to feed the hungry, based on how many questions you get right in its little quizzes. Default topic is English Vocabulary, with 60 levels. Without using dictionaries (online or otherwise), how many levels can you get to? I scraped up to 51. (: I'm sure many of you can beat me. (The English Grammar topic is also rather marvellously useful, and very very easy to get up to the highest level and stay there. Tell me you can do that too, dear all?)

*pokes internet* Yes. I feel the need to do nice things for people and since I fail with fanfic in that respect at the moment, this works better.

Now, where did those six "1 click a day to donate" buttons disappear to...?
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I have four of my Thirty (one) Flavours of Torchwood left to do, Jantolution fic to post tomorrow, a birthday party to go to tomorrow evening, a friend on the train on the way home (no wait, he's just got in and signed onto MSN) after spending the day here (The Boat That Rocked is sweet and funny), train tickets to York for Saturday through to Tuesday, rainbow badges on my coat, Doctorin' The Tardis on my Media Player, and the 17th of April circled in my diary. (:

Life, dear friends, is good.

Also, while I was back at home (which all went not quite as well as I'd hoped, but no worse than I'd expected, and improved in stages with much discussion. And chocolate cake and wine) I discovered... that most of the photos I thought I'd lost with my old laptop SURVIVE on the home PC! So I have uploaded lots to Photobucket (I didn't get a chance to grab the sand ships, [ profile] shadowbyrd, but next time I'm back...). Including Manchester's Collectormania last year, with Kai Owen, Anthony Lewis, Siobhan Hewlett, and [ profile] ranamag! :P

Joyful. Now I just need to sort all those pics into the right places and I can link. ^_^'

*waltzes* And Human by the Killers played randomly in the McDonald's we stopped in for lunch today. ^_^ Heee.
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I'm trying to do about four things at once here.

Emails, Hub/London report, packing for home tomorrow, MSN, and now another LJ update...


Still. It's been more than two weeks since the Hub finished, and I am still bouncing, as those of you who've spoken to me on MSN or in person will attest.


Doctor Who-ooh, hey! Doctor Who! Doctor Who-ooh, hey! The TARDIS!

Ahem. Yes. And all my lectures for this year are done, so it's down to me to work from this point on. Fortunately I have lots of things to enjoy in and around all that. (:

Right. Yes. Home tomorrow. Wish me luck, dear friendslist...

(Edit to add: By the way, I exist on Twitter. Laligin, naturally. Feel free to come find me, should you so wish. I don't use it much, though.

Edit also: Oops. I failed my One Reality Post A Week resolution. Though the fic continues, and I don't seem to care. ^_^')
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This makes me angry!

Here's the gist:

Remember the atheist buses, that went round the UK with the slogan "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life"?

There are now Christian ones in response. I saw one in London, in fact. It read: "There definitely is a God. So join the Christian Party and enjoy your life."

And apparently there's going to be another couple of sets in London, one of which says: "There IS a God, BELIEVE. Don't worry and enjoy your life."

You want to know what makes me angry about this? The "atheist buses" had to put in a "probably" instead of saying "There is no God", because there was no verifiable proof of that claim and the Advertising Standards Authority wouldn't let them have that for that specific reason.



hang on...

The "Christian buses" aren't bound by the same rule? Or *can* they actually provide concrete proof of the existence of a God? I missed that revelation.

I'm all for debate. I'm all for people airing their views - I liked the atheist buses because they were able to admit there's no proof either way, and I wouldn't mind the Christian ones if they said something similar. "There probably is a God" even, or to be precisely and perfectly accurate, "We believe there is a God". I have no issue with that.

But making a definite statement like that with no proof is just... Out of line. And should not have been allowed, if the atheist buses weren't allowed to.

*stamps foot*

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Bill Bailey.

Quoting him an awful lot of the time probably doesn't help that.

But you'd think being female would make it less frequent...
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I love my MSN conversations. The random is one reason why I keep logging on even when I should be sewing/eating/writing/doing chores...

[ profile] shadowbyrd and I discuss Torchwood cliches. Many of which will be appearing in my Jantolution, so I won't post the full conversation here. ;)

Then one of my Imaginative Writing co-studenty types and I are chatting after I just had dinner. He asks how it was, I say, "hey, still alive, can't complain," and this happens:

*!- Samuel -!* - says:
You're still alive? Damn, I was hoping it was a message from beyond the grave
Laligin in disguise says:
Laligin in disguise says:
I want a postcard from beyond the grave. Though if it says, "Wish you were here" that'd be kinda scary
*!- Samuel -!* - says:
YES that would be very scary
*!- Samuel -!* - says:
well i think it depends on who sent it
Laligin in disguise says:
I'm so going to have to write that now.
Laligin in disguise says:
Darling! Weather fine here, very samey. Not much change at all, in fact. Ferryman v. polite. Screaming from further downriver tad disturbing but am getting used to it. Accomodation not provided, seem not to need sleep though, so all well. Other guests v busy with various torments. Blind man from Thebes v perceptive. Wish you were here!

I have decided I'm now going to use that as the basis of my poetry submission this semester. (:

The conversation led on to another plotbunny I could use for anything, too. Torchwood is likely, but I do have to submit a short story and this is rather tasty... (: Keep an eye out for ghosts...


Mar. 8th, 2009 06:21 pm
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I just got... a very odd message.

Subject: userpic?
Sender: [ profile] jcad6169

Message: I cannot see your user pic in the latest entry you posted. Is it BORIS? I love his work.


*is cyberised*

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Right. So. Reality:

I'm quite happy at the moment. This is good. I would be almost entirely happy if [ profile] shadowbyrd was fighting fit and well, but that's a discussion for elsewhere. (You can do it!)

Very very slowly, I am making progress on my John Hart jacket. The black velvet I'm using for the collar and cuffs is lovely stuff, if hellish hard to sew (the stitches disappear...) and I have 53 perfect buttons (the shop was two short) and some rather good cushion cord for the braid. And I'm leaving on Wednesday. It's going to be touch and go whether this is finished in time... But I have some hope.

Jantolution fic is marvellous fun to write. (: Though I need to finish another one quickly to go up before midnight tomorrow and maintain the fic-a-week record.

I have found a Dungeons and Dragons game in Liverpool! The Live Action Roleplayer I met at the fabric shop (I think I mentioned him on here) has a group and invited me along, and they all want me to return as a level 6 half-elf Druid. XD It's a shame five of the six of them smoke. Heavily. Despite this, the game I got to see was fun, and I shall be blackening my lungs with a return visit at some point.

Meanwhile, my flatmates set my oven gloves on fire. Despite the fact the smoke alarm screams if you put bread in the toaster for three seconds, it failed to go off when the kitchen filled with smoke. Decidedly odd, that. But the flatmates in question apologised spontaneously and promised to buy me some new ones. Which has yet to happen, but I seem remarkably unperturbed.

The dead scorpion on top of the microwave leaves me similarly bemused but unbothered.


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The top news feature on my university's homepage, at the moment, is the "Edmund Cusick Avalon Prize" prizegiving date and details. Including the names of the winner, and all three runners up. We're all girls, and I'm grinning because the runners up are listed in alphabetical order which puts me first, so I'm looking pretty good there. ;)

I also don't know the other three at all. One of the other runners up is ringing vague, vague bells, but nothing concrete.

And... aheh. The third runner up is Deborah Morgan.


Presumably not from Miami. ;)

Ah, but I do have to read my poem to the audience. Which would be fine it was any kind of good. I'm not being falsely modest - I wrote it in a couple of hours and sent it in the same day, first draft, just to increase the entry numbers... This wasn't meant to happen!

But that's not until the 18th March, so I can enjoy the Hub first.


(And now there are masculine screams floating up from the floor or two below... It sounds like someone's being strangled. Although laughing at the same time. Odd.)


Feb. 24th, 2009 06:58 pm
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My friends on my course made me swear! They made me do it!


In other words, boy on our course asked me, deadpan, during the break, if I ever swore. I took a deep breath, said, "F*** no," (see, I can't write it!) and enjoyed the grins.

And then curled up and tried not to cry (although also laughing, but not crying with laughter, if you follow) and squealed, "It feels so wrong! I'm unclean! It hurts!"

Which amused some people quite a bit. But seriously. It's still... not good. I can still feel it on my tongue. Do not like.

I'm not sure if that's actually reassuring or not. Because I had thought I was losing that reaction to swearing, but it appears that's only when I'm quoting, or very angry, or punning.


In other news, I want to go and see Wicked and Avenue Q. Trains and buses from Liverpool to London are SO EXPENSIVE though, or take 6 hours. I was looking at a Wednesday or a Saturday to fit them both in (Wicked has matinees those days) but there's no way I can get back after Avenue Q's evening performance. I'll miss the last train out. So I'd have to stay over. And that makes the cost spike.

Particularly since I have to head back down Thursday the 12th of March to meet up with [ profile] cowgrrl for Oliver! before the Hub...

Now, hang on just a minute...

And all of a sudden we're only looking at the cost of an additional night's stay... (:

Also, I feel like I'm gradually clawing back my fanfic mojo. As it were. I have actually quite liked the last two fics I've posted. (Valentine's and a Flavour, for those of you who are trying to keep track of these things. ;) ) 9 Flavours to go, counting a double claim, and then I'll finally get to the three Stump The Writer fics I owe people, and then I can return triumphant to my fanfic100, and get cracking on the epic AU ABC table...



Although I just went to see what's up with [ profile] fanfic100 at the moment, since I'd heard from [ profile] shadowbyrd that the Big Damn Table had vanished. And after some scurrying around and an offhand decision to see if there was any activity on the [ profile] fanfic100_admin journal, which was created in November and thus is something I did not know about I discovered something.

Apparently the "activity check" has just closed and if you didn't reply you've lost your claim.


Okay, as of the first of February, it's a year since I posted a fic for my claim, but whatever happened to "you may take as long as you need"? I had a tag for them on the main journal and everything... ):

Well damn.


If I have lost my claim I shall be very sad. And try desperately to get it back.

Though I suppose I could pretend I knew nothing about it and proceed to finish up a fic and post it to the main journal and tag it up and point to it when I'm told later on that "that's not your claim any more, you were gone!" (Tell no one I said this! There must be no record of my nefarious plan if I am to claim total innocence!)

Shhh! Be vewy vewy quiet! I'm hunting plotbunnies...

Priority shift! Flavours, move over, we have a Fanfic100 coming in hot...

*flees to write fic*
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Right. I have my [ profile] tw_calender fic underway, and I have the most tentative of tentative starts for [ profile] tardis_bigbang.

To that end, I have rejoined [ profile] ficfinishing to get things done! And since signups finish tomorrow (the 10th) and I'm currently the only Torchwood writer (though with two fics, meep) I am here to beg/plead/promote it... etc.

It's a good and useful place. Harkness PI would still be less than eight thousand words if not for them...

Right. Stuff to do. I have post-its with lists stuck to the wall behind the laptop, and they stare at me accusingly.

- Rejoin Ficfinishing

Ah, progress.

Put away clothes, dinner, homework, posters. Fic. Achievement!
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So. I'm still in the same flat I have been since September, and since there was no joy on finding the keys for the alternative, I am staying put. Though now I know what's what, at least I can finally put up all my posters and pictures. For about three months. Ugh.

Still, I have a ridiculous amount of posters, now. (: Five full size Torchwood ones (ie, all the ones there are) one same size Why So Serious one (it was 70p or so in the death of Woolworths, I couldn't resist it for that...), the BBC's panoramic inside-the-Tardis/the monsters of series 3 Doctor Who one, another small Torchwood one... And then there's the Weeping Angel foam board, and the lovely framed (signed) Ianto picture, and the three-photo Torchwood frame, and then six 10 by 8 cardboard backed photos... And then the GIANT Mind Warp poster, too.

Wallspace is an issue. (:

In other news, I swear there's something in the water here. Two days apart, (Tuesday and Thursday) I was... let's say flirted with... by two different, random people. One girl, one boy.

Tell me true, people. Is it the hat?


Neh. I very much don't get it. Girl is on the creative writing course, but boy I met randomly in the queue at the fabric shop [ profile] shadowbyrd found, while I was buying scraps of brown leather to make me and Jackbear matching wristbands. Ahem. Boy is a Live Action Roleplayer, D&D geek, Firefly fan... and managed to ask me out for dinner and drinks very quickly. ^_^'

Anyway, I'm going home on Wednesday (whoot!) and staying there for Reading Week the week after. Taking my stack of renewed Mills and Boon with me. See my dedication to Harkness PI? See it? ^_^'

I've also made the potentially fatal mistake of signing up for [ profile] tardis_bigbang. Again. Hopefully I will not fail so spectacularly this time, though part of me doubts it. Because the writing time is cut in half, I'm already worried that my idea has been done and is mere pretention on my part, and the first draft of 15 thousand words is due in the day before all my poetry coursework...

Still, I shall give it a go.

(I should probably delete dead people from my email/phone contacts list, shouldn't I?)

So, done a ridiculous amount of washing today, so much so that I ran out of space for it all on my many-many runged dryer thing, and the heated towel rail too. Have borrowed [ profile] shadowbyrd's not-quite-so-many runged dryer thing, and even then it's a fairly close run thing. This amuses me.

I appear to have made it something of my mission to possess everything that even approximates official Torchwood merchandise. Hence my growing 10x8 collection, and the stack of signed stamp covers from waiting for me at home... This is an expensive mission, I must admit. But it is rather fun.

Also, my obsession with deserts is still going strong. Bought the Lawrence of Arabia soundtrack in Manchester yesterday. On vinyl. It has a beautiful sand-filled, sun-bleached cover. Sadly I can only play records at home. But the cover... (I should probably mention that I was in Manchester to visit [ profile] ranamag, with [ profile] shadowbyrd. Thus it was not entirely random. But I had a marvellous time. (: And probably laughed a bit too much at the OTT gore in Sweeney Todd... Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to freak you out...)

My tags, I notice, are still just skewed in favour of this being my personal journal as it has been for the past five years, rather than my fanfic depository, as it has been for just over two years. 127 "updates" versus 112 "fic". (109 "fic - torchwood", 60 "torchwood", 120 "randomness") And that's not including this post. I'm... slightly relieved about that, actually. I was here long before Torchwood, after all.

The only reason I noticed the tag numbers, though, is because I was looking to delete a few misspellings elsewhere.


My dream has come true. I am now a mod at [ profile] jantolution. That makes me smile more than any of my practical achievements today. Damn, but I love that comm more than is healthy.

And when I look back on this in another five years, I wonder how much will have changed?

(And with Media Player randomly selecting the Torchwood Theme for me, I shall post!)
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Right. Resolutions. (:

With that fic I just posted, I maintain my fic-a-week resolution, and I've been positively chatty on here for the reality-a-week posts, too.

And I think I accidentally missed one day of my press-ups, but I wasn't sure and I did twice as many the next to make up for it in any case. (Started at 5 a day, moved up to 10 now... *is proud - and has muscles...*)

And I'm reinstating my up-before-12 resolution from last year, after a month off that really didn't do me any good.

So in an attempt to keep that one for tomorrow, I'm off to bed now.

Quickest way to the fic is through the "prompt me" tag, by the way... ;) I'll be posting a happyhappyjoyjoy fic link post thing to the Flavours when they're all done. Only 10 left now, and that's even counting the double-claim. I feel so accomplished!
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Do you remember Harkness, PI?

Thanks to [ profile] ficfinishing, I have one scene left to write. The big, smushy, final declaration waltz off into the sunset scene.

So I went to the library to do some research and get it right.

By the way, Mills and Boon, a little variation in the titles would be very pleasing. The Greek-Italian Millionaire Tycoon's Secret Mistress's Wedding Baby Proposal of Revenge is all very well, but when every single book on the shelf is called that it's kind of difficult to differentiate.

Still, I did manage to find all four of the Secret Agent/Serial Killer/Supernatural options.


Does Liverpool library just not stock the Nocturne set? (Oops, showing too much knowledge here... Gonna shut up and try finish this fic now...)


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