delga: ([Random] sacrifice is not the river.)

I am beyond relieved that this is a three-day weekend. Admittedly, I still haven't managed to type up the minutes from the last Raft Race meeting, but at the same time, I have managed to do half a beta (I AM THE WORST), lose half a tooth (don't ask), and get caught up with Orphan Black (now I have to wait a week for the gd finale).

Huzzah?

Work has been a maelstrom of late. I know that I complain when there is fuck all to do, but I've worked a fortnight of late nights, and had a family wedding in the middle, and am quite cross about the whole thing. I've got at least the rest of this week to have to deal with it some more, a couple of weeks of peace, and then I we have to do the whole thing over again. Luckily, when I spoke to my line manager about running the next cycle using a rota (I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR OVER A YEAR) she finally sounded amenable to it. Progress! I'm am quite pleased about this because it means a) this should be less stressful next time around and b) if I ever get my act together for new jobs, I now have a concrete example of problem-solving to call upon in interviews. Fuck yeah.

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I have been very bad at updating eljay, and very bad at updating the tumblr I set up to review things, so I think I'm going to do a series of posts called Have You Been Watching...? which will summarise (mini-)series I have seen recently and then forgotten to talk about. I think I'll post them here, too, just to get back into the swing of updating.

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Speaking of, I saw The Hothouse at Trafalgar Studios this week. Uproariously funny, but surprisingly dark. I enjoy Pinter a great deal, and his wit never fails to get my sides aching, but having known nothing about this play in advance, I was incredibly surprised by the setting and subject matter. Brilliantly staged.

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I did actually start doing admin for the Raft Race yesterday (have I talked about this? I don't remember. Anyway, I'm the secretary of a committee that has been put together to run an event in our town) but I got interrupted by several phone calls, my Dad asking me to help him with some admin for another local event, and then the arrival of some of my maternal cousins who were passing by on their way back from a wedding. It was one of my cousins' birthdays, so I made some cinnamon cupcakes. By the time they left, Baby Cousin turned up, and there went the evening. I have a feeling I'll have to leave the minutes until tomorrow, but they're almost a fortnight overdue. (See: work.)

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At the end of this year I am going to get rid of my domain hosting which I wasn't able to utilise the way that I wanted, so if you go back through any of my older posts (I don't know why you would) and find there are images missing, that's why.

delga: ([glee] take me or leave me.)

Guys! It's September! Whaaaaaat.

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Things that have happened since the last time I updated: LOLYMPICS; all of summer, apparently; I saw the rings; my one proper holiday of the year*; gingerbread TARDIS fail; my birthday; more Curious Incident; knitting; nails.

Eventful, yo.

*) I go to work 51 weeks out of 52 in a year. Those may not be full weeks, but I only take the week ending in the late Summer Bank Holiday off.

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work. )


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Are there any Brit-/London-based Chris Pureka and/or Gregory Ivan Isakov fans on my flist? Let me know; I might have something for you.

In quasi-related news: I have tickets to see Jesca Hoop this year! I loved Hoop when she first came out with Money a few years back, and the whole of The House That Jack Built makes me crazy with how good it is.

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Hipster Who returned! It was a good episode, but something was missing. I don't know what that something is just yet. The plan is to finish my goddamn knitting project today, and re-watch.

In other news, did anyone watch Accused 2x02? Or 2x03 for that matter. Ugh, talk abut being shanked. 2x02 featured stellar performances from Anne Marie Duff and Olivia Colman. Both were amazing. Can't wait to see Duff in Berenice at the Donmar in the next month or so.

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New Merlin in a month. !!!!! YES.

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Didn't do that much for my birthday. etc & driving. )


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The programme for this year's Film Fest comes out on September 5th. Exciiiiiited!

delga: ([bad cop] THERE ARE MANY COPIES.)

Another month. Oops.

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Let's start off with things that have happened most recently. I've been knitting, and yesterday I finished my project. Because of the Olympics and increased transport congestion, I've been taking the 6.10 train to the city, and knitting is good for the commute. I'm currently writing out some notecards so I can work on my next thing.

I also watched all of Teen Wolf - the first season on Sunday last week, and the second from Sunday night through to Tuesday. (Work is so inconvenient sometimes.) It's been a little while since I marathoned something without getting bored of it in some way, and the show is surprisingly good at being consistent with plot and maintaining engagement. Now I have to wait for the last two episodes. Rude.

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The night of the opening ceremony, I went to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time with The (Ex-) Flatmate and [livejournal.com profile] hestia8. Guys. GUYS. What an amazing adaptation of the book! It's a minimalist stage, made up like the inside of the protagonist's mind, which makes full use of its cast. Some of it was like a dance. I loved it so much that I've bought tickets to see it again in a couple of weeks.

I also went to see The Lion King. I saw it a few years back, but this time we went for [livejournal.com profile] yaiyeishka's birthday, and I got us aisle seats. THE ANIMALS COME DOWN THE AISLES. I was embarrassingly moved by the opening sequence. I came over all Dana from Sports Night.

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family & work. )


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I'm sure I had more to talk about, but I can't remember. Oh! So, I got sucked into this game on G+. I don't normally play games online - the rare few are, like, bejewelled and bubble blast knock-offs. I was playing something similar on G+ a couple of months ago but then those games got taken down, so I stopped. Obviously. But last night I started playing this game where you build "cities" by clustering objects until their combined value increases. e.g. Three grasses makes a bush, three bushes makes a tree, three trees a small house etc. etc. IT IS MENTAL. Sometimes there are bears! If you trap the bears they turn into headstones. I-- yeah. There are also NINJA BEARS that can TELEPORT.

Let me say that again: TELEPORTING NINJA BEARS.

I don't even know, but I am so addicted to this stupid thing.

delga: ([grace] yayarms!)

Very quiet in the office yesterday. With a lot of people off for half-term and the end of the Jubilee bank holiday, we also had people out at a big all-day meeting, plus two designers who spent the end of the week in Warsaw. My co-worker only worked half day, so for the morning it was just me and one other girl in our set of desks. Let's call her Stitch (she runs Stitch&Story). She was very excited because she was offered a spot at Spitalfields Market for free, and was trying to work out how she was going to set up her stall.

My co-worker was on a conference call at three pm. Near the end, she said, "OK, should I email Paul?" There was a bit of a pause before she exclaimed, "Oh, Paul, I'm so sorry; I thought I was talking to Neil!" Everyone around her heard, bless her. She cracks me up.

Anyway, it's been a slow week because we've only done three days, and I've been building graphics in flash. Not high-end stuff - I haven't actually been trained how to use the software, so my graphics are flat - but some pictures and tables. To be honest, I spent most of yesterday emailing [livejournal.com profile] hestia8, so. Yeah.

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I have a nail appointment today. I need to keep reminding myself or I'll forget to put on shoes and leave the house.

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Guys, I have actually been doing stuff since my last update! [livejournal.com profile] daygloparker swanned into London, and we terrorised waitresses, tried to see a film (I ruined that), and then travelled to Bath. It was excellent, and as ever, I wish there had been more time.

There was also a family wedding which, thankfully, went off fairly painlessly. When I came back from it, I completely failed to do anything Jubilee-related.

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Gate-crashed ("gate-crashed") the Prometheus premiere, so.

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On Monday I am going to a preview screening of En Kongelig Affære at the BFI. Nggggggh, stupidly excited about this. I have only been waiting for this film for two years, no big deal.

I am also spending some time with [livejournal.com profile] xanitia next week who I haven't seen in months. I miss her! But she's coming back! \o/

People who will also be back next week: my mother, who is in Spain with my sister. She has left food enough for an army, and there's only my dad to eat it all. (I am subsisting on my own creations.) (OK, yes, mostly homemade croissants, BUT THEY ARE LUSH.)

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I have watched some teevee, but I don't have a lot to say about it. Have loved the heck out of season 2 of Game of Thrones; have found Mad Men disturbing on many levels. I want The Hour to come back (soon, soon). Once Upon a Time is entertaining but sloooow, and does that annoying back and forth with its central romance where one goes for it, and the other backs off. UGH. Annoying. Boring. But I like the rest of it enough.

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I found a Glee fic I started to write so I am amnestying the hell out of that today. In other news: wah, wah, waaaaaah. I need to remember my nail appointment.

delga: ([Random] scream.)

I was supposed to update this weekend and then somehow that never happened. What the hell?

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Friday night I saw Nicholas Farrell and Anna Chancellor at the Harold Pinter Theatre. (Formerly the Comedy Theatre.) They were performing in a double bill that transferred from the Chichester Festival which is apparently the place to go for upcoming theatre; a lot of stuff transferred in the past year. Anyway, the plays were South Downs by David Hare and The Browning Version by Terrence Rattigan. Apparently the Rattigan is normally paired together with another play that no-one likes, so Hare was asked to script an accompaniment. South Downs is a funny piece about a school boy who doesn't fit in with his peers because of his social class, his sharp intellect, and complete lack of charm. In the space of an hour Hare covers social and religious discourse with a very light touch, though ultimately it feels like a commissioned piece. By which I mean: it doesn't really close up properly. Wonderfully staged, though, and Anna Chancellor was incredibly charming as the actress mother of the school boy's acquaintance. Pretty certain I heard Stella Gonet in the voiceover.

The Rattigan was crushing; an absolute blow to the gut. Set on a school master's final day it follows him as he uncovers his wife's infidelity, is denied a pension by the school board, and has to come to terms with the knowledge that for all his ardour for teaching, he is not well-liked and probably will not be missed. Nicholas Farrell was phenomenal. Rattigan is bald-faced with his characters; he doesn't let them delude themselves. The play was almost violence in its matter-of-fact tone. I really enjoyed myself.

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Work has slowed down considerably because most of what I've built is sitting with someone else to be signed off. As a result I've been suck writing ops instructions (deathly) and building graphics for Adult Learning tests. Oh god. Stab me; we can confirm I haven't died yet and then put me out of my misery.

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I don't have a lot to say on fandom. Enjoyed the heck out of the Scott and Bailey finale, and got knocked out by the Glee performance of F+tM's Shake It Out. Finding myself fairly invested in Game of Thrones; this series is a vast improvement on the last. I loved, loved, loved this week's Mad Men, especially Peggy and Joan's office smoke break and everything that is Sally Draper.

I am really enjoying Bron/Broen (The Bridge) which is both intriguing and entertaining. Kim Bodnia's belly laugh cracks me up. The majority Swedish was throwing me at first - especially because the show descends into Danish now and then - but I'm getting better with the switch up. It's neatly put together and doesn't take itself too seriously as of yet. Good stuff.

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I finished Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot on Monday. Hmm. I can't say that I actively enjoyed it, or that I think it ties up well (it really doesn't) but I found it compelling enough that I couldn't put it down. I didn't like the characters at all, but I enjoyed Eugenides' mad romp through critical and religious theory, and he still has a talent for pulling together real people. It doesn't have the heart of Middlesex or that keening wistfulness of The Virgin Suicides. It's a book about graduates and I think, in some way, it's a book for graduates. It's too close for an undergrad, and too far for anyone else. So. There's that.

And now I'm reading the sequel to The Hunger Games which I'm enjoying much more than the first book. I think this is because the outcome feels less certain. Or rather, the route to the outcome seems less obvious this time. I mean, there's a third book and it's YA lit so I doubt we're going to have a Psycho on our hands, but I'm still wondering, shit, what next? Also: I want to know this Johanna Mason character that tumblr keeps sticking Ruth Negga's face on. Yeah.

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Ugh, flaked today. Trying not to dwell.

delga: ([Random] STEP ONE.)

I came home on Friday to find cake on the table, and I was like, Mother, what the hell with this cake? It's not that I am not into cake, it's just that it was majorly unexpected and I was going to make brownies this weekend, but now that's redundant. And The Mother was all, The Dad was going to sell it off, and I told him we could have it! And The Dad said, oh, M will eat it! And I said, but I haven't eaten it and it's already a quarter gone. And The Mother said, The Dad must have eaten it.

Basically we have to give him excuses to enjoy things.

Anyway, ten minutes ago The Dad is all, M, do you want cake? And I'm all, no, thanks, maybe later, and The Dad was all, OH. BUT THE CAKE IS FOR YOU. And I was all, JESUS DAD I'M NOT REJECTING YOUR HUNTER-GATHERER INSTINCTS I'LL EAT THE CAKE LATER.

My house is so full of drama I can't even.

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This weekend and last our floor has been undergoing a furniture refit. They're taking out our desks and replacing them with smaller ones, and some of us are moving to new seats, blah, blah, NO WORK GOT DONE YESTERDAY. There was a cake stall and then a network outage and then rain and then we left the office at three and went to the pub. Should have left at three last week, too, but I was building stuff, and it wasn't our side of the floor that was being worked on, so we eventually left at four thirty. By four thirty yesterday I'd already had a drink, some conversation (one very long one about chickens; my Polish lady co-worker is SO LOVELY you guys), and was on a train home. Good times.

Work on the whole has been weird. It was all BE BUSY GET THINGS DONE YESTERDAY PUT OUT THAT FIRE and then suddenly...zzzzzzzzzzzzip. Nothing to do. So I'm getting back to my "background" project: writing Ops instructions. Jesus, what a bore.

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Last Friday I stayed back for drinks and then went to see The Ladykillers which was hilarious and fucking delightful. The set was amazing, and the cast had great chemistry. Peter Capaldi was fabulous. I wish it were still on because I would take all of you. SO GOOD.

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Pro-tip: don't watch The Deep Blue Sea. It's a brilliant cast, but a) it's depressing as fuck, b) it's filmed in this soft focus which just adds weight to everything, and c) it suffers the exact same problem as Closer: you can tell it's a play. Rattigan is brilliant, as is the play script for The Deep Blue Sea; I'm going to see The Browning Version in a month or so. I have no qualms with him or the play. But it was poorly adapted. I liked the flashbacks as a mode of storytelling because they were especially effective, and the transitions were seamless. But neither Hester nor Freddie are sympathetic, and Mr. Miller is completely minimised in the film. It makes for a much better play than a film.

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The following wall of text is a paragraph of everything I've watched and found lacklustre this past fortnight. Whilst we're here, let's take a moment to comment on the new cut-tag design which, jesus, GO AWAY. )


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Scott and Bailey continues to be terrifically entertaining stuff. I've always been partial to Gill, and her scenes this week were especially gratifying. Can't believe there's only two more episodes left. Going to be gutted when it's over.

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I'm reading Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot which, as I have said to a few people already, is different in tone to his previous works, and as of yet not as compelling, but I haven't been able to put it aside, which is saying something. It's incredibly meta, and feels both true and somewhat uncomfortable (in that I can relate to the general experience of the lit student, if not the specific). Looking forward to seeing where it leads me.

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And then I forgot to complete my post before hitting save.

delga: ([Random] omg it's saffron burrows!)


Egg hunt! [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 has been taking pictures of all the ones she's found; this is one that she showed me on Friday night after she rescued me from work.

On that note: holy crap. I'm not used to working 10-hour days. This week has been mental. I'm glad I did it because it means next week won't be so ridiculous, but still, am shattered.

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Television, as brief as I can make it. Justified continues being excellent and also fantastically creepy. ITV has finally put Den Som Dræber online so have been watching that today. It's very Wire in the Blood. I have Awake to watch, and am excited about that. I have given up on Smash.

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I watched two films this weekend. The first was Sleeping Beauty which I loved on an aesthetic level, but was in two minds over the narrative. Emily Browning was wonderful in it. The second was Restless which was lovely, but also the grown version of My Girl. They set the mood for my Saturday.

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Scott and Bailey is back next week. I'm so excited!

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This Friday coming, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I are going to see The Recruiting Officer. Nancy Carroll! Mackenzie Crook! Mark Gatiss! Tobias Menzies! Rachael Stirling! OH GOSH.

delga: ([bones] make it better.)

Work has gone mental. I knew when I finished two Wednesdays back that I'd have enough to do when I got back, but jesus, it's been insane. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday trying to catch up enough to make progress on what I'd already started, but by Friday I still hadn't done much. I hate crisis calls that come after 3.30 because I know it's going to fuck over my evening. On Friday I was going to leave at 4pm, but ended up staying until after 5.30, at which point I decided, fuck it, I'll grab a drink with some people. So. It's all good, and I like having things to do. But there was many a moment when I looked at my desk and my PC and wondered if someone had set fire to the work flow.

Early start tomorrow. Hoping to take the car.

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I had a dentist appointment on Monday. The dude injected me more times than I was anticipating, and my mouth felt swollen for ages. But, hey, fillings. Sorted.

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I was wholly prepared to continue being in love with Fringe but the latest episode, though it started off promising, eventually devolved into something I didn't really enjoy, and couldn't really get behind. I'm all for epic love stories, or whatever, but if that's the basis of four series of plot I'm going to feel cheated.

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This week's Justified was great, but it felt incomplete. It was one of those episodes where a lot of things happened, but fuck if I could tell what the point was. And sure, there has to be exposition, and it's all set up for what's to come, but each episode should have its own arc. That's basic narrative, surely?

rambling. )


Did manage to finish watching series 1 with The Mother, though. GOODNESS. I still love how contained the first series is, and the way it wrapped up. It was extremely subtle, and I enjoyed it immensely.

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more t.v. )


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SCOTT AND BAILEY IS BACK NEXT WEEK!

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My sister is back from Spain tonight, and then heading back to the continent on Wednesday/Thursday. I need to convince her that we really, really need to see The Muppets whilst she's here.

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This weekend has been quite busy because The Mother's youngest sister and her family stayed over. I have new saris (for my cousin's wedding) and more knowledge about my maternal family that is always good to keep in hock, so to speak. Felt a bit bad for The Boys because they weren't really in the circle of conversation, but I think they did okay out of it.

It does mean, though, that my weekend has zipped by. Oh well.

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One day I will actually write a proper post about my response to Glee, but for now: yay, Troubletones and the gays; nay, every other fucking thing.

delga: ([life] that's zen --is it?)

I still haven't seen more than five minutes of the most recent Being Human. Am beginning to consider that when these things take effort, I should just drop them already. fannish round-up: glee, justified, fringe, smash. )


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I wasn't expecting to be overly invested in the IFTAs last night, but then Colin Morgan presented the award for TV Best Actress, and Ruth Negga won it for Shirley, and suddeny it was something else entirely.

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Work. What do I say about work. I had my appraisal this week, and managed to type it up. I also had a couple of days of things to do. The problem with my job is that when we are at high capacity, we need two more people to get things done. But it's so inconsistent that I spend a lot of time twiddling my thumbs, despite asking for, and completing, other work. I like my job a lot - when I am actually doing it. Otherwise it's a bit of a time suck. At least I'm getting paid? Yeah.

That said, have been looking at what it would take to set up an independent cinema. The answer is: insanity. And yet. Fuck, I know nothing about business.

Anyway, only working three days next week, and then five days off, hurrah.

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House/flat-hunting = dead end so far. This is less because of options and more because I am the worst. But. Whatever. Not thinking about it right now.

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Today I watched Beginners (Ewan McGregor, Christopher Plummer, Melanie Laurent, and a dog) which was exactly what I needed to watch today. It was about starting over - in life, in love - but also about the history of people. I liked it for what it was, and will definitely watch it again, though I can see how some people might find it very surface-level.

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Jaw-ache resulting from toothache. I just have to survive a week before my dentist appointment. At this point it's fifty-fifty as to whether or not I will make it.

delga: ([fringe] walter walter water walter.)

In case it wasn't obvious, I am trying to get back into the habit of regularly updating, which is why these weekly quasi-summaries keep showing up. I've done okay this week, though. I posted other things to places that aren't my tumblr! Hurrah! I've been quite busy at work, too, and trying to catch up on sleep since gallivanting around London last week.

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On Monday night The Mother and I bought pizza and watched more of Justified series 1. I have not managed to catch up with 3x01 yet, but hopefully will get to that today. I have Bones and two episodes of Fringe, too. I have accepted that if I don't watch Borgen this week then I am never going to get caught up.

But: early Justified when the villain du series was much subtler, and the individual stories held more weight! The last episode The Mother and I watched was the first one with Arlo Givens, but the one before that was the one with the dentist. The Mother seems to be enjoying it; I'm getting a kick out of re-watching.

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On Tuesday I went out with some co-workers to see Shame. It was the second time I'd seen it (film fest!) and I was feeling weird about it because a) coworkers and b) it turns out Michael Fassbender is a lady beating asshole, gdi. I normally have quite a hard and fast rule about dumping things because of the leads being dicks, but. Gosh, I'm finding myself being a massive hypocrite. The film was put together by Steve McQueen, and the music is wonderful, and it's galling to me that Fassbender is the face of it, because I love them film. I do. So I spent a lot of time thinking about social responsibility, and not getting very far.

I did enjoy having the opportunity to talk about the film afterwards. Am very, very much the New Girl in that circle of people, but enjoyed a drink after the film, then took myself home. Am in the process of flat-hunting right now, so maybe I won't have to skip out so soon in future.

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Thursday was weird for me at work because I was super busy but not doing the job that I usually do. It was brilliant for that - I talked to a lot of people that I do not normally talk to. I think I've mentioned before that the nature of my work and the arrangement of seats in the building makes interacting with people a little awkward sometimes, but being up on my feet and interacting with people was great. Had a good day.

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My aunt went into hospital at the top of the week, and it didn't go as planned. She's still there today, but from the sound of things is doing a bit better. I don't know; there's not been much news.

My gran is in India, did I mention? That, too.

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I got some post this week - a card and some lovely bracelets from (and made by) [livejournal.com profile] fallapartagain, and a lovely long letter from [livejournal.com profile] belantana. I'm in the process of trying to send some packages. I say trying because I keep forgetting to leave work and go to the post office. (I try to go at opening so I don't have to queue for a long time.)

I also received a copy of Stacie Cassarino's Zero at the Bone which I had forgotten I'd bought, plus two copies of Richard Siken's Crush which I am going to distribute. A new dress should arrive next week - dropped from £30-something to £12, so I do not feel bad about the additional purchase. I should probably try to find some trousers, ffs, but I am having a hard time on that front.

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The Duck Cheer tumblr has some pictures and a video from last weekend. I'm opening it up a little this time. I'm going to send out the eight ducks I bought for round 2 (I really am! I am just waiting on the arrival of some info cards) and track those like I did last time, but this time I'm also opening up to submissions from other people. Have a duck of your own? Share!

A few people have been asking me: why ducks? And this project has never really been about the ducks as much as it has been about the people and the places. Ducks are just an easy way in. But the root of the story is that at secondary school water used to collect on the roof of the cafeteria. My friends loosed about 10 ducks up there once. It's just our thing, I guess, and it took off. Either you find plastic ducks inherently cheering, or you don't.

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Have you seen these posters? I love them.

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But, yes, Cassarino's poetry. I started reading it on the train and fell into a collection that is basically a long list of my lexical kinks. Words for earth, light, water. I am trying to be better at reading poetry on two levels again - the semantic, and the syntactical. It's been a while since I've pulled something apart, and I've never done it without guidance of some sort. I am trying to do this because reading at a syntactical level informs writing; it always will. And I think it would be good practice, if nothing else.

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Lastly, [livejournal.com profile] hestia8 and I went to see Di and Viv and Rose last year, written by Amelia Bullmore and starring Tamzin Outhwaite, Nicola Walker and Claudie Blakley. I have recently discovered that copies of the text are available. Does anyone want one? Let me know.

delga: ([justified] shoot to kill.)

Work was going at its usual fairly sedate pace this week - until Thursday afternoon, at which point the whole thing proceeded to blow up in my face. I had spent most of Thursday trying to fix something that had gone awry a few months ago, but that I'd only discovered on Wednesday, five minutes before leaving work. I was doing about fifty-fifty on that when I had to leave for a weekly progress meeting, during which my to-do list multiplied considerably. I've been doing a lot of work with process mapping recently, and that is soon going to clash with actual deadlines, and I've been asked to do a couple of other things. And and and--

And I love it. I mean, I was shattered on Friday, and I did have one encounter that almost made me lose my temper - something I never do in my professional sphere, except this person was so rude to me, jfc - but I love being busy. So.

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If you saw my tweets this weekend, you know I spent it in London with The (Ex-)Flatmate, titless and photographing well-known Spooks locations. Saturday evening we saw The Comedy of Errors at The National Theatre which was bookended by a lot of walking. We also managed a call to T who is in the States at the moment. It was lovely to see The Flatmate again (I need to give her a new nickname. Or she should move to London with me) and it was long overdue. Brilliant weekend. I have photos to share, and a video that you might enjoy.

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I now have 3.5 episodes of Borgen to catch up on, and new Bones and Fringe, too, apparently. The Mother and I are working our way through Justified series 1, which she got for Christmas. Looking forward to the third series' premiere this week. Not sure I will be able to do Justified on the Commute, but will try my utmost.

This week I'm also going to see Shame again, though this time with co-workers. This is going to be...interesting.

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Letters! Some have been sent, some have been received. Am trying to be more proactive on that front, and freak out less about content, but it's a learning curve. Or an unlearning curve. Letters shouldn't be so heavy! It's okay to blather! So, am navigating that, too.

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Anyway, I got home from the city today and The Dad brought Baby Cousin with him to the station to pick me up. We talked about her birthday and when we got to my house she showed me the Barbie dolls she got from her friend. Those were very quickly abandoned in favour of going through the photos I took in London, and then we made a video. It's the third we've made with the deliberate intention of talking to people. I can't call it a vlog because it's basically us being dumbasses, but it works a little like that. This week Baby Cousin decided she was a journalist with BBC News. Yeah. At some point I'm going to post it because she's cute and some of it is funny. I don't expect other people to be quite as amused as I was, but it should make some of you smile.

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SUNDAY. WHAT THE HELL.

delga: ([middleman] gosh darn heck)

So, my new job (am I still allowed to call it that six weeks in?) is non-stop, albeit in the best of ways. This week my co-worker was, unfortunately, unwell, but it did mean that I had the opportunity to start to direct my own workload. My work environment is incredibly deadline driven, which is fine save for the part where my deadlines are constantly in flux. When your deadlines are business driven, and the business is always changing, your deadlines are a little translucent at best.

Unlike at Cambs I can go whole hours without twiddling my thumbs, and I love it. A lot of it involves dealing with minutiae - checking copy, making amendments, making sure draft and live systems match up - but some of it involves using flash and building products, and it's all very interesting and engaging. My commute is so, so much easier, and some days I am absolutely shattered by day end, but, but, but. I love it. I am doing ACTUAL THINKING sometimes. It's brilliant.

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On Friday I went to see Rock of Ages which is a hilarious but terrible excuse-to-play-80s-rock masquerading as a musical. We were in the second row (inadvisable), and I left with about a tonne of glitter in my hair. Amazing.

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This weekend I watched Doctor Who (in sum: LOVED IT), Island (made me sadface), booked tickets for various things at London Film Festival (OH MY GOD ABI MORGAN), and had a lot of feelings about Merlin which is back very, very soon.

And tonight? Spooks, the beginning of the end. GOSH. WHAT THE HELL.

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GUYS. If I were less (more?) lame, I would tell you all about the shittonne of other stuff that is going on in my life, but I don't want to linger overmuch on the fuckery at this point in time. Suffice it to say, if someone offers you German poetry as the answer to every fucking thing in your life, FIRE THEM. THEY ARE THE WORST.

Other things I am not talking about: my [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon entry. Nope. Not doing it.

delga: ([numb3rs] and I find joy too.)

Jesus. I have so much on right now.

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Work on Friday suddenly blew up, and I was beyond busy. We're working to hit a particular deadline, so coworker and I split the workload, and I started on it as soon as I got in. I actually got in at 8a, for once because Nice Neighbour was around and gave me a lift to the station.

It's not that we didn't have enough time so much as I am off all this week, so we needed to get as much of the fiddly stuff done as possible before I went. Like Thursday, I worked through lunch, and then finally called it quits at 5pm. As I was packing up, I got a text from [livejournal.com profile] fizzawrites who is currently in London. Would I like to meet? Hell. Yes.

So I marched down to Embankment, took the tube up to St James' Park, and then [livejournal.com profile] fizzawrites and I spent a really long time walking around. The weather held up really well, too. All in all, very pleasant. We wandered down to Buckingham Palace, across to Regent Street, and then all the way back to Hyde Park. For the record: tourist shops are still hilarious.

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On Saturday I headed back into the city at lunch, and we met up at Leicester Square before heading for Trafalgar. It started to pour with rain, but we were rescued by a Pret. Thank goodness for cafe chains.

The reason we were at Trafalgar was to see Top Girls which I have been excited to see for a while, but knew very, very little about. There is no gap between the seating and the stage, and each of the actresses played double roles. It's three acts in total, set in the 80s, and, the more I think about it, the more I liked it. I enjoyed it at the time, whist being bewildered for some of it, but I keep coming back to it, and I think it linked together much better than I initially thought.

lollygagging around London )


Train lights are very, very bright, by the way. I was going to doze on the way home, but just couldn't.

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I overslept massively on Sunday, finished Glorious 39, spent a little time with my gran, and then, before I knew it, it was time to go to sleep again.

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Today I have already managed to do a fair few things. I had a hair appointment at 9, and whilst the girl did a nice job, she poured product into my hair, so I'm going to have to wash and style it tomorrow. Afterwards I traipsed around town for a couple of dresses. I wanted to buy jeans but I can't find any that I like, so I just didn't bother. I clambered across to the train station, wept whilst renewing my train ticket, came home, and filled out an application for an additional bank account so that I can put money specifically aside for my commute. I don't really need another account for that, but it will help massively with budgeting.

This afternoon I have a nail appointment which is not something I would usually go for more than twice a year but because I had these odd UV-light-fixed ones done last time, I have to have them undone the same way. After that I might go to see Baby Cousin, and then, at some point, I have to pack.

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Tomorrow I'm heading to London at lunch, which is when The (Ex-)Flatmate should arrive at St Pancras. the rest of the week )


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Femgen update: half-written! I hate it, but I always do.

delga: ([ncis] miscommunicate.)

Helloooo eljay! People who are still alive: you guys; me. It has been long enough that I have stacked up a list of things to talk about, but watch as this devolves into another episode of M Never Remembers What There Is To Talk About, this week with special guest star, me.

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I started the new job! Well, no, first I left the old one, and did embarrassing things like hug everyone and cry in public. But then I started my new job! It is...not what I thought it was going to be, frankly, and yet still great. I am at that point right now where I feel like my line manager and the lovely lady who is training me weren't expecting me to be up to speed yet. So they sort of gave me a bunch of stuff to do, and now it's done. And it's not that there isn't work to do, it's just that there isn't the time or the resource to train me that quickly. So I'm just trying to get stuck in, and learn the wider process, and then apply that knowledge to what I'm doing. It's an efficiency game at this point.

Everyone is so young. So young! I mean, like, in their 20s and 30s. That is young! I am used to working with the 45+ age bracket. It's very odd to be working with peers. I am not used to having to adjust myself socially. And sometimes I feel like that girl in the corner of the room that nobody talks to. Because I am, and because I am oddly situated in the room. But at the same time, everyone is pleasant, and helpful, and there are other new people, too, and it's okay. I need to become part of the woodwork, and then things will be less stilted. Half the issue - if there is any issue at all - is that after two weeks in Cambridge, I was left there to fend for myself, and then worked full time until I finished. So it's weird to go from that to a really empty induction schedule.

Things I will only be mentioning once: jesus, getting my IT access sorted has been an epic nuisance, and for something quite straightforward, it has been a colossal pit of nonsense.

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And then London set itself on fire earlier this week. Everyone else is talking about it in a more eloquent fashion than I am, so I don't have anything to add, but I will say that for all that happened, I'm glad the actual ruckus seems to be dying down. For a little while, it felt extremely televisual. How Don Delilo.

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Oh, hey, so: Spooks' tenth series will be its last, and my feeling is part nostalgic sadface, and part "yeah, okay, it's time". In the meantime, I am trying to write a Spooks-related big bang entry (not what you think; telling you right now), and I'm reading John le Carré's Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. That's right: a book. An actual novel. My commute is so much more conducive to reading now, even if I can't get a seat on the train most mornings. I'm really enjoying the book, too. It's exactly my thing, and I don't know why I didn't get to it sooner.

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Next Wednesday I have the day off, but will be traipsing into The City anyway to see Betrayal, and then Butley. I have the whole of the week after that off, too, and will be spending some of that in the city, and some of that in Edinburgh. That impromptu decision might cost me in several ways but is going to be so worth it, as I'll be meeting up with one of my oldest eljay friends, [livejournal.com profile] noorie. Also, you know, Edinburgh. Am currently awaiting a skype call in which we will bash out the details, but my train tickets arrived yesterday, so that's totally happening.

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Other stuff? Everyone should be watching The Hour, if only for the delicious Anna Chancellor:


Also, in typical BBC fashion, there are ~spies. Seriously, it's my absolute favourite thing right now.

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And that's that. I mean, there's other stuff, but fuck if I can remember.

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