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).


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.


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.


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.


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.)


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: ([Random] scream.)

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


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.


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.


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.


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.


Ugh, flaked today. Trying not to dwell.

delga: ([the hour] the eye & the storm.)

Fuck me, I always luck out in Yuletide.


Small Truths (The Hour)

She’s a photojournalist at heart. It used to be a shutter click and the thing was set to memory forever, preserved in its unyielding black and white. No snapshots now, or anything to keep hold of.


It's Lix and co in the aftermath of the finale, everyone equal parts furious and hurt, and Lix pulling herself up by the proverbials and carrying on. I have read this over and over again, and each time I find something new in it. That crushing feeling of having thought she'd known Clarence; that slight bitterness towards Bel and Freddie and their youthful inconstancy; the physical act of casting off excess, because, of course, Lix only keeps the things she needs, and she leaves so much behind. GOSH. IT IS SO GOOD. I want to read everything in Lix's droll tone. I am ridiculously lucky.


The Siege of Tobruk (Spooks/The Hour)

In the intermittent light from outside, he could see she had a camera in both hands. British journalists, the only part of the war worse than the cliche. Zaf wanted to laugh.

Someone wrote this for me as part of Yuletide Madness and I am sort of gobsmacked by how many of my buttons it pushes in such a small space. Zafar and Lix meet during the war, neither one of them quite whole, but neither one of them with the inclination to leave. GOODNESS. HOW DO I TALK ABOUT THIS? I can't. It's too brilliant. You have to read it. If you know anything about either character, you will love this. If you know them both, YOU MIGHT COMBUST. Fair warning.

delga: ([merlin] distant days.)

Can someone please explain to me how a person goes about calculating their GPA? It'll probably be redundant anyway, but just in case. Thanks in advance.


Poll 2 is up at [ profile] duck_cheer. Will probably take it down this evening.


Being Human continues to be both a chore to watch and also really quite good. I don't know what that is about, other than inherent laziness. I don't think it's a masterpiece of televisual writing, like most people who are into it, but it really is better than I let on.


And now it's time to run.

delga: ([being] souls at sea.)

My Other tumblr is set up so that it posts once a day, at 8.30a. It...has not been doing that! Why not?! PLEASE POST THINGS FROM THE QUEUE, OTHER TUMBLR. THAT IS WHY I USE THE QUEUE FEATURE!



I went to the effort of acquiring the US version of Being Human and failed to watch past the first ten minutes. Not because it doesn't seem enjoyable! It does! Just because I need to actually be constrained by an actual television set in order to watch even the British version. Which is back this weekend! Sundays: now scheduled. Huzz.

I'll probably try to watch the US version again this weekend, but as I also plan on catching up on Bones/Cam's wardrobe, it's probably not going to happen. I hope whoever plays Annie is fucking amazing. Don't tell me if she's not.


Work is work is I hate my commute so much it causes me more-than-fleeting anxiety. Good times. Also, I feel like I'm making a lot of stupid mistakes of late, but that's not really what's happening. It's just that mistakes I made in my first two months - that were never corrected by others - have suddenly come to light now. It's making me doubt myself, which is making the job app process difficult.

I have another position that I want to apply for (which now has more details, hurrah!) but I am...stalling. UGH. SELF. DO THIS THING, OKAY?


Oh, so: I watched episodes 2 and 3 of Zen! Goodness, that was most excellent. Sometimes adaptations of crime novels lose something - that meandering sense of progression - but Zen retained that, and Rufus Sewell was a delight through and through. I hope that there is eventually some more. It was nice to have a male lead who wasn't bigoted or all about his personal man pain. And I really adored Aurelio's mother. She was so graceful. A lovely, traditional triptych. Wonderful.


My tickets for the Shakespeare still haven't turned up. Am going to call the box office tomorrow and see what's what. (My tickets for Our Private Life appeared today; Children's Hour in a week! Aie aie aie.)

This is the point at which I need to find all my tickets and room reservations and train tickets. And my Oyster card, which, fuck if I know where I've put that thing.



delga: ([witb] would that be such a bad prospect)

Doctor Who, 5x10, Vincent and the Doctor. )


Taking Friday off turned out to be an excellent idea because apparently getting up before 5am every day was getting to me - that, plus the cold, ensured I slept until 11.30am. Much-needed, I guess, though it did throw the day somewhat, and that type of thing makes me irrationally anxious.

The past two days have been all about Wire in the Blood which I feel was an excellent decision. a) because it is fabulous and I hadn't realised quite how much I miss it, and b) because I keep overreacting to people's offhand comments with overwhelming irritation. I don't know; the heat makes me prickly. Plus: hormones.


This morning my two elder cousin brothers turned up with a sofa set that one of them needs to store somewhere for a while. This resulted in much hilarity. I love my cousin brothers. I talk about them less than my cousin sisters because the relationships are different, and the boys are older, but they are badass. Had a hilarious late breakfast with them.

Before that I took a hot shower in humid weather and promptly fell victim to my body's out-of-control broken thermostat. I spent about 45 minutes wishing death on myself, wondering why I felt like hell. That was fucking atrocious, let me tell you. Horrible.


Re-watched Alice in Wonderland last night. I still like it, hurrah! Mostly I adore Bonham-Carter's Red Queen. "Hello...Miwana." lol.


Another damn driving lesson tomorrow. Ugh, whatever. And then back to a full working week on Monday.

delga: ([who] mad man with a box.)

three things about Vampires in Venice. )


Also, I watched Ashes to Ashes last night and felt utterly wrecked. So. Yes.

delga: ([Random] in which xkcd pwns.)

We had the post-wedding family get-together this weekend so I was busy a) cleaning the tip that was my room and b) hanging out with my cousins. An excellent time was had, and despite The Ash Cloud of Doom that was apparently menacing other parts of Britain, we had an absolutely gorgeous couple of days. I have a few pictures to show but I'll share those once I'm back from the upcoming weekend's shenanigans - those being Denz's wedding. !!!! Insane. Although, after much searching last night, I finally managed to book a room at a Travelodge, so at least now I have somewhere to stay. Initially I was going to crash at Denz's flat (she'll be at her parents') but I realised that her family would probably need the space so I gave it up. Going to work on Friday will be interesting, to say the least.


Things I had to explain to my grandmother last night: my wall of cards. She just couldn't understand liking an image in its own right. I have a poster of the men at lunch on a Manhattan skyscraper in the middle of all the postcards people have sent me in the last five years, and she was like, so, are they actors? Is it a cricket team? No, granny, it's just a photo.

And who are these two?

They're nuns, gran.

And why are there so many birds?

I don't know; people send them to me. Look, they're letters.

But why are they on your wall?

...because I like them?

And so on and so forth. She went to the other side of the room (she's staying with us this week and she had come up to talk to me before I went to sleep; she likes to poke around my stuff because my room is quite a bit different to my cousins' rooms - namely I have more books and DVDs and the like) and saw more cards, and then the whole thing started up again. Plus: plastic ducks. That was a conversation unto itself. Oh boy.


Work is stressing me out a bit because there's a lot to do and one of my two not-bosses keeps handing me work to do that is a) her work and b) outside my remit. I'm happy to do someone a favour if it helps them out or whatever, but I have my own workload. It's an extremely visible workload as it is all over my desk. I can't say anything though because it would seem very petty, the tasks being quite small. But a handful of quite small tasks becomes a number of obstacles to my day and and and ARGH. Je suis frustrate. I'm going to have to speak to my actual boss when she comes in on Wednesday because this is getting ridiculous.


I have been listening to a lot of songs by The Pussycat Dolls? Ugh, I don't know! They are good to walk to! Colour me shameful.


GUYS HIPSTER WHO LOLOLOLOLOL. I don't even really know what that was but hey, next week's episode combines two of my favourite things! Also, I apparently now watch Ashes to Ashes every week, despite never having seen more than 20 minutes of Life on Mars and nothing prior to this current season. Whatever. It is so enjoyable! I am genuinely surprised how much enjoyment I get from it.


Almost time to leave for work. Who knows, maybe The Dad will give me a lift in again? EXCELLENT.

delga: ([brick] broken.)


My workload is RIDICULOUS. And also a bit great. Though mostly anxiety-inducing. Also, coming soon: the re-commuting M. )

So, expect either more silence or more frustration.


Fuck me, I really love all of Basia Bulat's latest album.


My [ profile] picfor1000 entry was terrible but at least it got done, and posted pre-deadline, whoop whoop. I'm trying to watch Being Human which apparently ended on Sunday what the hell. I have two episodes left, but I don't really know what to make of it, and I don't really know what to do with how I feel about the show right now. EMOTIONS. THEY ARE CONFLICTING.


Back to the trains business again: ugh, this I could do without, but I am very much looking forward to getting my reading time back. Books! Here I come! I would be 50% less disgruntled if I could catch the direct in the morning but I'm probably going to have to resign myself to that goddamn connect. Ugh. There's no way I can get to the station in time for the direct; I already take the earliest bus. It'll be easier in June when they run the Even Earlier Bus but until then I am just going to be fucked. And probably lose weight because of the running (this part I also look forward to).


I just skim-read this STUPID article about how, on their first meeting, Michael Douglas told Catherine Zeta Jones that he was going to father her children, which is ridiculous enough, but then - in parenthetical dashes - the article is all which initially turned her off EXCLAMATION POINT, as though this would be a stupid reaction. JEEZ.

But then, you know, he was right, har-har whatever the fuck.


Has anyone here watched The Man from London? Oh god I am 20 minutes in and I just want to die.

delga: ([merlin] what flowers these.)

About twenty minutes into today's driving lesson I did something I haven't done in almost two years - I mentally flipped the fuck out. Complete, overwhelming panic. Out of nowhere. I'm not talking about the anxiety I sometimes get on waking; I'm talking about mind-numbing, idiotic panic.

It turns out I am really good at holding my breath. Things I'd rather not deal with whilst driving: all of the above.


Typically it's 21:50 and I have finally decided it's time to sit down and write my [ profile] picfor1000 entry. To be fair, I did start earlier today but that's no going anywhere and this particular effort is an improvement. I've written the closing paragraphs! But not anything else. I don't really know where I'm going with this other than to a 1k word count, but it's not like I'm prepared for anything else in my life either.

Ugh, I'd really like to go to sleep at 10 though. I have work tomorrow after four days off. My brain is not ready for this shit.


Related to the above: Basia Bulat to the rescue! I now have an epigraph, though no title. I'm doing brilliantly.


I am trying to decide whether or not I want to see another show this year. On the one hand I need to stop fucking over my accounts. On the other hand, I'd love to see something else on the stage this year. Double plus if it's the ballet.


Oh hey, Being Human. I forgot. Again. Well shit.

delga: ([Random] call of the wild.)


Today I watched all the recent episodes of Leverage only to find out that, hey, that was the season finale? Um. Okay then! MAN ALIVE I LOVE PARKER. Please see my tumblr for further (season 2 spoilery) evidence.


Yeah, I'm totally watching Merlin next. Again.

delga: ([ncis] against the grain.)

Okay! So. As last time, I wrote more for Yuletide than I did the whole year previous, but this time it was all in one fic. This year I wrote Another Foolish Gesture (NCIS: Los Angeles) for [ profile] jenab who was gracious enough to read what I'd written and not be (publicly) confused as hell. Title from Richard Jackson's Antigone Today which -- UGH READ IT. So excellent. All the way through writing this, I couldn't get it out of my head.

Now: my author's notes, which are about as long as the fic itself, and in which I justify why I wrote what I wrote in the way that I wrote it.


notes: canon, timelines, head!Nate, and trying to establish/resolve ust. )


I would also like to thank lunasky and chase_acow who wrote the two fics I received this year. You both did an amazing job with my godawful, horrible prompts, and I was so delighted to get these stories. I read them on my phone on Christmas day as we were driving towards family. A perfect start to what was eventually a lovely day. Thank you!

delga: ([weeds] it is tough being a girl.)

subtle salvation. (alien series)

Logically, she knows she can't outrun the nightmares. Doesn't mean she can't try.

Ripley/Hicks, post-Aliens, of course. Ripley and Hicks become part of this spoken-word legend and they purge the universe of the threat. But beyond the legend is the story of two messed up, determined people. I love Ripley stories. She's like the ultimate stronghold.

more recs. Aliens, Angels in America, The Assassination of Jesse James, Being Human, Dead Like Me, Dinosaur Comics, Empire Records, Glee, Greek Mythology (Metamorphoses), Juno, Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain, Life, Mad Men, New Amsterdam, Practical Magic, Push, Raines, Spooks, The Thick of It, The Wire, United States of Tara. )


You can find all the Yuletide fics I bookmarked this year at my delicious account.

delga: ([grace] yayarms!)

/he who would gather immortal palms. (defying gravity)

When there was nothing left, he put his hand on the screen, up to where her face was and imagined being able to touch her skin. Maybe he could draw some strength from her, because he had nothing left.

"I'm no good with blind worship," he whispered. "I never have been. But what if these objects are another school house, and all my doubts bring about their destruction? What if I repeat the same mistake again, Claire?"

She brought her hand up to the same spot as his. A millimeter and fifty million kilometers away, and yet still he felt better, especially when she tilted her head and smiled. "Then maybe at some point you'll have to admit that it wasn't a mistake in the first place, Evram. Because you are who you are: a smart, compassionate man who can evaluate data as he sees it, and, when all the data isn't there and you still have to make a choice, you do the best you can."

Hiiiiiii, someone write this for meeeeeee. More emphatically: some BADASS wrote me EVRAM MINTZ FIC. Fuck. Yes. What's more, they nailed his personality, the measure of his speech, his mannerisms - they nailed his mood. Yes, the man has a mood. And it is SO GREAT. Much like this fic!

In all seriousness, though, I am kind of bowled over! I did have high hopes of getting Evram fic for this challenge, and yet my assigned author did wonders. It reads like an addendum to an episode that hasn't been aired yet, referencing the aftermath of the Venus landing beautifully. Plus, Claire here is lovely, and Evram's questions are so real. I am so fond of this story and the way in which it unfolds. I like Evram in his isolation; I love his persistent tone with Goss; I feel for him in his guilt. Just. It's so wonderful.


/longhorns and sooners. (saving grace)

"What do you get when you cross a University of Texas fan and a pig?"

Butch smirked, lifted two fingers at the fast food vendor, and almost immediately had two cups of deep fried peaches and cream thrust at him. He handed one over to Grace and snagged a spoon for each of them. "I dunno, Grace, what?" he answered, navigating the huge crowd of mixed orange and red as he headed toward the Cotton Bowl.

"Nothing!" Grace said, snorting as she simultaneously tried to laugh and eat, talking with her mouth full. "There's some things even a pig won't do!"

Saving Grace fic! With banter! Friendship! Underlying sexual currents! Just-- GUYS THIS IS SO GREAT. Grace and Butch play fight over football and are utterly delightful. Fuck. I love this! It's so them. It's so what I want for them.


I wrote this post a couple of days ago and this is where I would have launched into all my other recs but that's going to have to wait. I do want to do them pre-reveal so they'll be out some time today.

delga: ([witb] would that be such a bad prospect)

So, today was actually pretty good and yet I feel like a jam jar stuck in a microwave. Which is to say, awkward and not so great.

And then I downloaded Texas' Greatest Hits and I don't know. Like. OKAY. I have the coping mechanisms of a sixteen year old. But it's worth it, maybe. I haven't listened to this music in years. I can't believe I FORGOT this music! GUYS! IT'S A CRIME.

(Alan Rickman was in the video for In Demand. THEY TANGO IN A PETROL STATION. It's awesome.)


I wish Carol and Tony bumped into each other years later in, like, London or something, and it was like they'd never parted. Except this time one or other of them actually acted on impulse like the adults they should probably be already. I don't know; I haven't thought about Wire in the Blood in months. SOMEONE WRITE THIS FOR ME.


Alternatively: write me that fic where Ros and Jo are ~fugitives~ and on the run from the law. FUCK YEAH. Why didn't I Yuletide this? It needs to happen.

delga: ([Buzzcocks] SATSUMA LA ROUX!)

There is basically nothing I can do to legitimise this post. Gif made by [ profile] miss_jaffacake.

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

The Dad woke me up 10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. Hey, aren't you going to work today? No. No, I'm not. I am, in fact, going to Newcastle! I'm up early because I needed to pack today (done!) but I can't find the top I wanted to wear out so that kind of scuppered that. I'm going to have to buy stuff when I get over there. Wonderfully, it's fake raining outside. Just what I need.

But, omigosh, I'm SO EXCITED! I'm taking my netbook (my cousin has classes and other things) and my phone so I won't be offline. But I'm looking forward to the downtime. Plus, my girl is badass, and that's what I need.


Man, I can't believe Defying Gravity ended without resolving the one thing I really wanted to know! I loved the show start to finish, ridiculous as it could be. I look forward to it airing on the beeb so I can rewatch. Gorgeous show.


I should probably scrounge a bus fare.

delga: ([raines] I see dead people.)
01. Crazy things that actually happened in Cambridge this past fortnight: a dog was juggling outside M&S; the electronica spaceman was back. Man, this city. I don't know.

02. I watched a lot of TV which is terribly unsurprising. I have skipped through all the things that I find annoying in Glee (which is unfortunately quite a bit) but I do love the musical numbers, and I do like the guy playing Will. Like. A lot.

03. I also watched - and enjoyed - Supernatural, and I hope we see Those Guest Stars again. I have a deep, deep fondness for Jim Weaver and for Titus Welliver, and I wish they'd had a scene together (Deadwood reunion!) Also: apparently the casting directors at Lost and Supernatural know the same agents (lols, Mark Pellegrino. Awesome). But, yeah, whilst the premiere was touch&go for me, I enjoyed this one a lot.

04. The Bones season premiere was completely delightful, and my love for Cam is so immense at this point that I don't really need to talk about it. My love for Caroline has apparently never been expressed before, so: I really love Caroline omg.

04b. Speaking of Bones, have a fic rec:
If you actually mapped out all the morsels of advice that Angela has doled out to Brennan over the years, analyzed them the way you would an author's canon of work, a few recurring themes might emerge: namely, in this order, [1] you (Brennan) want to have sex with Booth; [2] Booth wants to have sex with you; [3] you two are ridiculously perfect for each other in so many ways, whether you realize it or not; [4] you're not actually as failed of a human being as you think you are.

The above is from [ profile] daygloparker's fic The Forgotten Dialects of the Heart. She labelled it as "Ten untold stories about love that also have the benefit of being true". I labelled it as "the other side of canon". Which is to say: this isn't just a fic about Brennan and Booth and the whole friction of their relationship. It's a fic about every character that we know and love, and is equal parts hilarious and heartbreaking. There is a section explicitly about Hodgins that is so perfect and a whole section about Cam that will feel like a slap to the face. AMAZING. Go forth and read, and then tell [ profile] daygloparker how much you loved it. Because you will.

so, this post was supposed to be quite short? Yeah, I don't know what happened. Other things M talks about: Defying Gravity, Fringe, The Lives of Others, Leverage, shows that are airing next week &c. &c. There are also links to FAB photos so skip this cut AT YOUR PERIL or whatever. )


This post was long. There are less trivial things to talk about but I am terrible at those things currently so we'll leave it be for now. It was supposed to be short wtf.


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