I've created a fannish Twitter account for myself. So far I have not tweeted one tweet but that may well change. If you want to follow my total lack of tweets, I'm @toomuchplor (obviously) -- and if your Twitter handle is different from your LJ/DW handle let me know so I can figure out who is who. I'm only following like four people right now but I will happily add more!
Later this week I'm off to the States for a work thing, during which I anticipate not much internet time. It's a happy work thing, professional development and all, and I am really looking forward to a much-needed booster shot of inspiration and excitement at this point in our season because I am almost drained of both in the work sense. Anyway, I'll be away Wednesday to Sunday and even though I'm not going anyplace warm I'm still hoping for some kind of relief from Canadia's ongoing arctic conditions. It's MARCH ffs, Canada. STOP IT NOW.
Things I am enjoying today:
This article about THard's tats linked by
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This interview with THard, in which he gets a little riled (mostly in the second half) by some kind of blatantly invasive questions. I just want to give him a hug and a cookie afterwards. In a non-invasive way, if possible.
The fact that
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So, Steinway. This is how Steinway is going right now, in summary:
Lately: Write for me, damn you.
Me: I CAAAAAAAAAAN'T
I HAAAAAAAAATE EVERYTHINNNNNNNNNNG
I HAAAAAAAAATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU
I HAAAAAAAAATE STEINWAYYYYYYYYYYYY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Lately: How can I help?
Me: YOU CAAAAAAAAAAN'T
EVERYTHING SUUUUUUUUUCKS
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIFE
I WILL NEVER FINISH THIS OR WRITE ANOTHER WORD
FUCK YOU STEINWAY FUCK YOU SO HARD
Lately: Tell me to leave you alone if that helps.
Me: No, it's okay. :0)
I just hate everything and want to die. Everything I write in this 'verse is total crap.
BUT I'M FINE OK
Lately: So, THard's pinkie, huh?
Me:....[no answer for 40 minutes]
Me: So, I wrote 1000 words just now. Some of them maybe don't suck too bad.
Repeat this every day for the last three weeks and you get a glimpse into how Steinway is going for me. (This is broken up by me periodically writing and posting other fic with great energy while Lately says things like "EXCUSE ME YOU HAVE 10,000 WORDS OF STEINWAY JUST SITTING THERE USELESS. NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING.")
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PS I didn't mean to disappear last night, but gchat booted me and I didn't have the energy to do extensive work to try to make it come back. Soz. :(