planning the revolution

I managed to write three fics for Yuletide this year, huzzah! My main/actual fic is You Are Tired which is film-verse Ricki Tarr and Peter Guillam (Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy), but owes a lot to the BBC miniseries. I actually matched for The Hour but this happened instead. Okay!

I also wrote two fic for Yuletide Madness. The first is A Narration in Lessness (The Killing/Forbrydelsen) which is Sarah Lund and Troel Hartmann in the wake of series 1. Spoilers, so beware. The second was The New Guy (Spooks) which is Tariq and Dimitri's first meeting. I think you can probably read it as a prequel of sorts to The Whole Planet &c. as it doesn't directly contradict anything that happens in that fic.

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I wish there was an option in Yuletide to ask for fics that deal with one-off guest characters in otherwise large fandoms. I know why there isn't but fuck me, I really want someone to write fic about Idris, the woman whose body gets taken over by the TARDIS in Hipster Who. Although, maybe that's the answer to my femgenficathon-shaped question from last year?

I also have another Dimitri/Tariq fic in the works, which I guess is a sequel to The Whole Planet &c. Going to try to get that down and out there before starting on picfor1000, the assignments for which went out yesterday. I got another interesting picture that I don't know what to do with. Hurrah!

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SIGH. Sherlock. A technically intricate ("clever") plot is not the same as a good story. I did enjoy it, and the friendship between Holmes and Watson (and the lovely Mrs Hudson) was as well-done as ever, but as with Hipster Who there was an element of JUST TELL THE STORY FFS.

So. I have sort of hit a snag with duck_cheer in that I can probably send the ducks off now, but I'm still not really sure how I want to go about it this time. Also, I have a hundred things to post to people — actual packages, not just letters/cards — and no fiscally-sound way of doing so. Am getting a bit frustrated because I wanted to be underway by now.

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It must be really exhausting to be the type of person who needs to be known to be right every time. Most of us are pleased to be right, and to know it ourselves, and every now and then we want other people to know we are right, too. But can you imagine being that person who not only has to be right all the time, but has to make sure everyone knows it? Every time? Exhausting!

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Fandom! Outcasts started this week, and so far so good. They've really made user of South Africa's terrain and beautiful skies, and the cast is more than watchable. I'm really enjoying Fleur — I can't remember the actress' name, but she has been consistently excellent in everything I have seen her in since her turn in Being Human last year. I feel like Hermione Norris, whom I adore, had fallen into something of a trap because Stella so far is Ros in Space with Tearducts, and I don't think she's a great fit for the character. Early days yet, so hopefully that will change. Loved Jamie Bamber, and was pleased to see that he had become versatile enough to shrug off Lee Adama and Matt to play this character.

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Being Human continues to be endearing fare. I love Nina so much, and the way they write her and George is lovely. I hope that Annie and Mitchell get as much care. I'm looking forward to seeing more of Robson Green next week, and am ready for some arc work. Come on! Let's get going! Enough grandstanding.

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Started watching The Killing/Forbrydelsen at the weekend, which is a Danish series that is currently airing on BBC4. Each episode follows a day in a murder investigation. It is child drama, the way Touching Evil was, gritty, serious, and excellent. Am enough it immensely, and hoping to be caught up by the time the next two episodes air on Saturday.

Diametrically opposite that is Glee, which I seem to have been dragged back into. Our rather, lured into by Naya Rivera's lovely everything. Am trying to be cool about my level of obsession, but I fear tumblr is giving me away. The latest episode was just… Kurt and his prep school boyfriend! Rachel having friends! EVERYTHING ABOUT SANTANA! I-- no, really, it is great. (Cory who? Shut up.)

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Quasi-relatedly, have started my picfor1000 entry. As ever, it is not what I thought I would be writing. Hope to get it done this weekend.

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I have been out a couple of times this week, too. I know, it's all go here. On Friday, xanitia went bowling, and then out to eat. Oh god, I have never bowled so badly in my life. Pretty certain it's because the balls I used were too heavy, but the fucks kept rolling into the gutter. Then we attempted to play pool, and realised we couldn't remember the basic rules. xanitia kept potting the white, and I kept missing, and it was chaos. After eating we drove up the A1, then veered off into Lincolnshire/Northamptonshire to find a village we had failed to find on previous occasions. I-- I don't know. It's tradition! Our something. Fun was had.

Then, Tuesday night I met up with another school friend, and we ended up seeing Hereafter which was terrible, but which also had a really lovely performance by this kid that stole everything. I recommend not going to see it. Awful.

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Work is pretty busy right now, mostly because I have pulled about 50 closed client cases that I need to scan to the system, and a report that I check every week has failed to run properly since January, so I feel like I'm running to stand still at the moment. My co-admin has a fortnight's leave coming up from Monday, then I have another trip to London, and then it's the pension-bump care reassessments, and at some point we have to move out of our office so they can fix the environmental systems, and there are basically a hundred things to do, and no job security. Fun.

Am currently on the bus, of course. The village bus was late today so I missed the first train, so am now in A14 traffic, on the second bus. But I have re-adapted to my situation since my new year freakout, especially now that there trends to be dawn light when I leave the house. Am not freaking out about it so much, and I don't hate it in the office like I did in December. Doing better.

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Long entry is long. Apologies.

All the muscles in my abdomen really hurt - muscles I didn't even know I had! This cold/illness/whatever is kicking the shit out of me. My temp is finally down, the nausea has it the tailend of its campaign of misery, and I have regained taste in 3/5ths of my tongue.

To add insult to injury, we've run out of oil, so the heating is down. I currently have a space heater in my room, but it smells weird. LIIIIIIFE. SO HAAAAAAAARD.

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So, yes, today I took (and passed) my driving theory test. Champ.

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In other news, Eoin Macken should not be in shaving ads because... well. Because:

No-one should be in support of anything that takes away that stubbly bed-headed deliciousness.

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Watched the latest Fringe whilst ill, and am pleased that this is the show that I decided to stay up-to-date with, despite having pretty much ditched everything else. Astrid Farnsworth! Be my (other) BFF!

Am trying to decide whether or not I love Camille Saroyan (and Mr Nigel-Murray) enough to watch Bones.

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Oh, shit, YULETIDE, ahahahaha. Yes.

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edit: LOL IN RL. So, accidentally logged out of eljay and was trying to look at my entries, wondering why things looked like they were missing, and where my posts about being annoyed about work had fucked off to etc. Realised my mistake, and then realised what my journal must look like to people who randomly stroll through. SEXY MAN OF ARTHURIAN LEGEND! A POEM! TUMBLR REBLOG! FIVE POEMS! REFERENCE TO A BBC COMEDY! SPOOOOOOOOKS! (Real Life Update that is Three Sentences Long.) ...MORE POEMS!

Internet personas can be so fucking weird.

I am still trying to write my femgen entry, and I am still exactly zero words into my count. I decided that I should brush up on recent Spooks in order to kick-start the writing process (I wrote Ziva/NCIS last time and I am just not there enough to do it again; also, someone wrote post-Somalia Ziva fic and it made me cry, so) and so I spent the weekend having a Rosnaissance. As one does.

Plus side: my head is full! Minus side: it is all meta and no fic. WHYYYYYY etc.

I am a ridiculous human being.

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Speaking of Spooks, I have two podfics to post. Um. Eventually. And also I am trying to do A Thing but I am being hampered a) by femgen and b) by my inherent laziness. So. Look out for this Extremely Vague Business! Or not!

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We went out to eat last night because my sister wanted to eat duck. Nice place, but I'm not into Chinese food anyway, and it turns out that no-one in this family knows how to carry a conversation if my sister and I aren't actively pursuing it. That is not only depressing but really fucking typical. I mean, seriously, if we're not starting a conversation, our rents should really be able to pick up the slack. Did not happen. Awkward.

On the other hand: bought the first two volumes of Hipster Who for The Sister as her birthday present. I would have bought the whole season but it's not available yet. Whatever. That's Christmas nailed, eh?

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Part of my work involves sending questionnaires out to the elderly in relation to their finances. This goes about as well as can be expected, but on Friday we got a really, really upsetting response. ( more. )

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Annnnnd I still haven't got a clue what I'm going to write for femgen! Most excellent.

OH GOD WILL THIS APPRAISAL NEVER BE DONE? There was a crazy number of referrals this morning, in part because I took yesterday off; in part because the inbox isn't emptied summarily, which it should be. Whatever. Not my job. But anyway, that took all morning, and then I spent all afternoon writing my self-eval, which is still not done. I'm almost there, but the further I get through the mandatory section, the more asinine the questions become. "What prevents you from fulfilling your potential?" Stupid paper exercises like this one, I would fucking assume.

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Let me tell you about this morning. I woke in a bad mood, had three - count 'em! - verbal skirmishes, and then my brain proceeded to fall out of my nose. I bled for a very long time, and I still don't really know why. I'm guessing it's the heat, but it's so rare for me to get a nosebleed at all. Anyway: crankypants ahoy.

THEN. Oh boy. Then, I missed the bus at the train station, which is pretty typical, so I ran to the other bus stop (the bus has to go one way to the bus station, then double back onto the ring road to take its actual route, which gives me time enough to catch it some place else), was there for three minutes, saw the bus at the lights, held my hand out... and then got stared at by the arsehole bus driver as he merrily went straight past me, that fucker. Then I walked back to the train station to catch the next bus, and pretended not to cry. Son of a bitch, I will stick him with velcro, goddamn.

My whole day pretty much followed in this vein. Whatever. Tomorrow is Friday.

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LOLOLOLOLOLOL FEMGEN IS DUE IN JULY WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.