aomakutu: (Hustle - While You Sleep)
Found this nifty tutorial on how to make Dreamwidth's default layout look more like old!Livejournal via [personal profile] rionaleonhart and it actually makes me like Dreamwidth more!

I thought to stick with LJ for another ten months just to hit my ten year anniversary next October, but they keep doing stupid things so maybe I'll be shifting across sooner. Idk. I'm still pretty happy on LJ because it's where all my stuff is; I've been there over nine years and that's a lot of backlog to shift, but...they are getting worse about doing dumb things that annoy pretty much their entire userbase.

I have a proper epic post brewing, with tales of me and co-workers asking random strangers if they were Santa, and how I felt about Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows (many many thoughts on this! Most of love but a few of woe and a few of wibbly-wobbly indecision) and complaints about how - no matter how hard I try - I still seem to have been crap at Christmas this year.*

* (I was meant to have a cheap Christmas. Self, what the hell happened?)

But proper post will come in the next few days, after I've finished work tomorrow and had some sleep and generally managed to feel on top of life again. I'm sure that I love Christmas. I am. I just always forget how much I hate the last few days before it.

eta: Crosspost totes failed because I have the wrong LJ password saved. Cannot be bothered to fix it right now, so. You know. Skipping the x-post on this one out of sheer laziness.
aomakutu: (Pigs Might Fly)

Finally caught the River Lune in Lancaster just right on my train journey out. I've been trying half-heartedly for ages and kept getting the angle wrong. Or it was raining, because it's the North and it does that a lot.

But not lately, because it stayed clear long enough for me to catch the sunset over the wetlands just right too:


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Have nothing much else to say that wouldn't just be procrastinating over the many other things I'm supposed to be doing. Feeling guilty about my lack of fic productivity lately; I may do that meme later, the one where you post fic-in-progress snippets, to remind myself of the many, many things I should be working on.

But right now, instead, I'm going to watch tonight's Merlin. Which has been rather delightfully excellent this series! Any have any good, recent fic recs for it? I feel somewhat out of the Merlin loop, what with Sherlock and tennis and Inception fics demanding my time (reading Inception fic. Not writing. I have no clue how you'd even begin to wrap your brain around the intricacies of writing fic for that film, yet there is such marvellous fic being written for it. Internet, truly you make up for your plethora of crazy with a generous smattering of genius <3).

I still can't decide if this Dreamwidth cross-posting thing is working for me. It's certainly not helping me post more. Hhhhmm.
aomakutu: (Pigs Might Fly)
Off to rendezvous with kindoftrouble in New York. :D

Back on the 7th! (though I expect I'll be around before then).
aomakutu: (Hustle - While You Sleep)
Someone over on the [personal profile] sherlockbbc_fic kinkmeme prompted "Fight Club AU! Sherlock is John's Tyler Durden." Which is an idea I will never be able to get out of my head and will probably bug me forever with equal parts admiration and utter distraction when watching Sherlock. Dammit.

It's been filled by the way. I'm weighing the relative pros and cons of actually reading.


(For the interested, the prompt fills are being linked here on delicious and I'm memory reccing any particularly interesting fic as I come across it. I'm only adding maybe one in four though; I've become ridiculously picky with fic these days so there's most likely perfectly acceptable stuff out there that I'm missing. Just search for 'Sherlock' as an interest and you'll get about ten or more comm results to choose from. Considering this show has had two episodes so far with just one more to come, it's kicked off insanely fast.

I could link to individual fic communities but there's about four or five right now and it's not worth rating one above another until the general fandom realises four or five comms for the same purpose is silly and gravitates towards one in particular. Which will happen, as it usually does with fandom but right now the comm-hopping to catch everything is a pain in the behind).

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As you may be able to tell, I am not in fact dead. I'd just forgotten how much work destroys any hope of maintaining regular LJ posting or adequate sleep or any kind of thing that isn't work, really. I have a work notebook with four pages of things I keep meaning to make LJ posts about. I will get around to it. Preferably soon.

But now, I'm going to bed.

(In case you couldn't tell, I'm loving Sherlock. I wish there were more than three episodes. It's been so massively popular; please please please Mr Moffet and Benedict Cumberbatch, make more and preferably not only just three more episodes in a year's time. TV needs your shiny awesome.)
aomakutu: (Sir Robin - Sparkle Motion)
Me *regarding kitchen shelf holding sugar jars*: That shelf leans a bit. Do you think we should move the heavy jars?
Mother: It's fine. *removes jars and tugs on shelf* See? *tugs harder; shelf comes off wall in a shower of plaster* Oh! Oh I see your point.
Me: ...My point was that maybe we just shouldn't put heavy things on there.


Seriously. There aren't enough palms and faces in the world.

eta: Hey, Dreamwidth automatically updates the LJ post when you edit it on DW. That's nice.
aomakutu: (Pigs Might Fly)
This is actually trufax amazing: Big Bang Big Boom. The amount of work that's gone into it is just... mindboggling.

Sometimes I ♥ people. :)
aomakutu: (Andy - Laugh)
Yeah. So last night was Andy Roddick. Who for some inexplicable reason was catching an ordinary train by himself (the platform looked like Southfields but it wasn't a Tube train. >:-/) I realised pretty quick that I was wearing my bright right ADVANTAGE FEDERER t-shirt, only it now read ADVANTAGE RODDICK. I couldn't work out if that was better or worse but stalked him anyway. He sat behind me on the train and we had a conversation about how it was his & Roger's fault that I was into tennis and went to Wimbledon every year. And then we talked about how expensive the WTF is this year and he said he couldn't wait to see it because he'd never been. Which is a lie because we saw him there. Maybe he meant as a player. Then he recognised the woman sitting across from us who was apparently from a place called "Welshbottle" (possibly my brain meant Welshpool?) and then Casper woke me up scratching at the door to come in.

Dear Subconscious, I don't know what this is about. But next I would like Marat Safin or Robin Söderling please. Or you know, you can include more than one tennis player per dream; it's not as if you have some sort of quota.

Weird.

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I'm going back to the dentist in two hours to have my pre-Crown work done. The appointment takes an hour apparently. -_- I'm starting to feel as if I live there. Aaaaaand the woman is ill so now I have to go scramble to get ready to catch the train instead. Hopefully he won't freeze my mouth and I can go for a coffee afterwards but I'm never that lucky with dentists. -_-
aomakutu: (Roger - Mostly Me)
So I've talked about my odd dreams before. Giant butterflies, redesigned Londons, Philip Glenister shouting at politicians, faeries kidnapping people. I like my dreams. My subconscious puts effort into them, or at least into making them entertainingly random.

But. The last few days, I've sensed a theme. Friday night, I dreamed that Roger Federer had called a press conference to announce he wanted more points/money for winning matches against top ten players and the ensuing uproar.

Last night I dreamed I was at Wimbledon, which for some inexplicable reason seemed to have been transported in its entirety into the Australian outback, and while walking around backstage we bumped into John McEnroe who was shouting at someone else. (I don't know about what. Possibly that Wimbledon had just fallen through the Earth to the opposite side of the planet and they could not be serious about wanting to make it an Australian tournament from now on).

And just now I took a two hour nap, during which I dreamed that my neighbours had opened a Michelin starred restaurant in their house and Novak Djokovic had brought a coachload of friends (for some reason, this included some cowboys?) to try it out and I spent the whole time pressed to the window, wondering if could go and get him to sign every tennis-related thing I own. He saw me. He waved. But I still wussed out, probably because my subscious failed to provide a dream![profile] kindoftrouble to yell at me for not tackling him to the ground for a hug immediately.

So. Tennis players. I never dream about tennis players, at least nowhere near as often as I'd expect to considering it's my only obsession other than Casper to last longer than five years. Dear brain, what are you trying to say? Should I rob a bank and use my ill-gotten gains to become a professional tennis player stalker? You're seriously recomending that as a sensible life direction?

...Sounds good to me. ;-)

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In other news! I have set up Dreamwidth crossposting. In theory, this will make my Dreamwidth account more interesting but it'll probably mostly change nothing at all. I do have a couple of Dreamwidth codes available if anyone wants one? First come, first served basis. Leave me your email in a comment if you want one (I just typed 'if you want me'. *blinks* Idek what kind of Freudian slip that is).
aomakutu: (Roger/Mirka - So Hail to the King)
Title: Super, Thanks For Asking (1/6)

Author: aomakutu(DW)/Clo(LJ)
Rating: PG (future parts may be rated higher)
Pairing/Characters: (eventually) Roger Federer/Novak Djokovic, Robin Söderling/Juan Martin Del Potro, Roger Federer/Mirka Vavrinec, implied past Roger Federer/Andy Roddick. All the singles players from the 2009 World Tour Finals, plus some doubles players, some coaches and some RL girlfriends.
Word Count (this part): 20,292

Summary: Making the World Tour Finals doesn't make you a superhero. Except when it does.


Disclaimer: I don't own any tennis players, superpowers or anything worth suing for. Made with love.
Warnings: None/potential issues with small stuff catching on fire. Elements of wingfic (I know, I know; I'm so sorry) If you're okay with the general superness of say, the X-Men? You'll be fine. Though later parts may vary.
Author's Notes: So, after a day at the WTF last November, I turned to [profile] kindoftrouble and said thoughtfully "I kind of want to write fic where all the players wake up with superpowers." Not only did she not have me committed, she actually encouraged and bribed with Murray/Novak and then betaed every single draft. Which has been a lot of drafts. I'm not kidding. One of these days, I'll even tell her what Sir Robin's superpower is. ;-) [personal profile] idra provided more encouragement and Americanism advice; this wouldn't exist without them.

I promise, I swear on Roger Federer's shiny curls, I will do everything possible not to take eight months with the next part of this but likewise, I'm not saying it's going to be a weekly-update thing either. On the plus side, I promise that when parts do show up? They'll be long.

Posting to Dreamwidth because LJ can't handle the length. Comments welcomed here or on LJ. And so...



I: Monday 23rd November (a.m.) )

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aomakutu: (Pigs Might Fly)
Hai thar Dreamwidth, I just remembered that you exist again so... have a new layout.
aomakutu: (Default)
I just went to memory a fic and got taken to the Dreamwidth log-in screen. Fail! So after I managed to remember my password and how to spell my ridiculous Dreamwidth name that totally seemed like a good idea at the time, I thought I'd have another nosy around to see if my feelings for Dreamwidth are any warmer.

No. They're really not. It feels like words have been changed for the sake of being different from LJ rather than being clear about what the link actually does, I intensely dislike the basic layout of red/pink/white (at least Insanejournal's mustard colouring didn't make you go cross-eyed) and there's still no pretty default layouts.

So, you still fail Dreamwidth. Maybe I'll come back in another couple of months for another look but I'm not hopeful. Bah.

*bitter*
aomakutu: (Pigs Might Fly)
Well, no doubt this is going to sit here uselessly until at least June 12th when I get back to the UK. Like my Twitter which I will remember my password for. Sometime.

And then my username. Yes.

Yeah, not so much seeing the betterness than LJ or IJ yet, actually. In fact it all looks so much the same that I didn't even realise I was on Dreamwidth and not LJ reading one fic. Which begs the question; why is there a mass exodus again? Hm.

Anyway, yeah. Dear person who already stole clo as a username, I hate you. It's mine. Except now I have my email address (approximately) in Maori so there.

(I still wanted clo. Damn yous!)

Anyway. Hi. Yeah. I'm still on LJ and probably not moving at least until June so this'll probably be extremely dull. At least for now.

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