Pumpernickel Court [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
katey

[ userinfo | insanejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

And I think the winter will be wonderful [Feb. 5th, 2011|10:34 am]
[Tags|, , , , , ]

ENTRY FROM GERMANY:

Okay, that first flight was annoying, but mostly because of the usual 12 screaming babies. I slept. Some.

I just keep telling myself that after we get off the next flight, we'll be home. Dc! Yay!

Yes, after leaving the Chennai airport, I was mostly over my sadness about leaving and more thinking of my own bed and my cat and writing stuff. Balaji is already fantasizing about Phil Simms. Er, i mean watching inside the NFL. AND Phil Simms.

Long ass layover in Frankfurt this time, a lost 5 hours, and they threw out our duty free scotch from India because apparently you can only carry it on if it comes through another eu country. Which makes sense, admittedly, but I do wish theyd thought to tell us that in India.

Ah well, talk to y'all again soon. Mmmmm home. I have to admit that I do love the USA... Especially when I'm out of it. It's not so bad, sometimes! :D

Right, my €8 is about up. Later!

ENTRY FROM NOW:

Aaaand I'm home-as it turned out, my €8 was up just before I went to press send. That's what I get for admitting to liking the US, I guess. The world disagrees!

Last night I slept for about 12 hours and have a fucking headache, but the lag won't really catch up to me until tonight. Balaji's already watching nonstop Super Bowl coverage (thank god we were gone these two weeks...). Phil Simms, last night. Yeah. He went there.

Today, I'm going to sub the full of Equilibrium, send out acknowledgments for RPP, and send out no thank yous/short list notices for the first week of stories. Because yes, I read them in India. The pile is thick this time, I didn't want to get buried alive. Also, write Mark and let him know about the sub I read in flight.

But I gotta do all this before the lag hits me, so I'm off!

[ETA: Success! Now, to do nothing!]

Also, I stole this from Sarah:

Your result for The RPG Class Test...

Spellsword

59% Combativeness, 40% Sneakiness, 71% Intellect, 25% Spirituality

Aggressive, but with the brains to back it up: You are a Spellsword!


Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.


Spellswords combine arcane might with combat know-how. They're much tougher than mages, like to wear armor, and can cast spells through their weapons. They're very, very, good at doing lots of damage to a single target very quickly, and while not quite as tough as most fighters, are still pretty hard to kill.


You're both smart and aggressive, which means that you're probably pretty dangerous when pissed off. You also tend to be somewhat straightforward, which is nice, and don't have much use for spirituality or mysticism.

Take The RPG Class Test at HelloQuizzy

LinkLeave a comment

I didn't realize that you wrote poetry; I didn't realize you wrote such really awful poetry [Oct. 4th, 2010|12:54 pm]
[Tags|, , ]

I have so much fucking work that wants done, I am twitching to get back to work on Resurrectionists, I need to go to the store since we have no fucking food in the house...

But all I want to do is curl up with my new Rimbaud book and ignore everything. Also, possibly work out until I drop from exhaustion.

I think RPP slush must be delayed for another day or two. I'll do the stuff to sort out Black Medicine Thunder and then I'll go to the store, come home, and work on Resurrectionists. I think if I can just get some work done there, I'll be back on the right track. Plus, I miss it really badly. Was supposed to be done by now. Got a long, long way to go, but I'm ready to bite the ass off a bear at this point.

Not getting anything done for a whole week makes me miserable, apparently. And misery = Rimbaud and working out. God.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

[Sep. 1st, 2010|12:45 am]
[Tags|]

The Red Penny Papers #1

Check it out! Eeeeeee!
LinkLeave a comment

she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox [Aug. 16th, 2010|04:57 pm]
[Tags|, , , , , , ]

I woke up with a monstrous fucking headache, and it grew and grew. It is now not only monstrous, but godlike. It's like the Leto Fucking Atreides God-Worm of all Headaches.

Ouch, I mean to say. This fucking weather this summer has been a real motherfucker, you know?

Anyhow, I shouldn't complain. Yesterday I was still pretty braindead, so I did RPP formatting type stuff and a blog entry. Today I woke up, did some good hard re-read of Megh's final drafts for her stories (shiny!), and continued with Elan and Nieva. I'm up to 4251 words, Elan has just promised Nieva that busting out of a brothel will be easy with him by her side (poor sap--good thing she's there to save him), and my head is throbbing so badly that even Hot Chip can't make me finish. Son of a bitch.

I really need to jump into the 10 submissions competition. If I can get Elan and Nieva sorted and edit Peacock by tomorrow I'm in pretty good shape still. Wonder which one I'll try to write next. I wish I could tell ahead of time, but then I'd hate to start thinking about it just yet. One thing at a time for my poor confused brain.

We were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, too, and I always get so disappointed when I think I'm going to do something fun and then get owned like this. But Balaji has promised me sambar rice and I have a whole bottle of Jack Daniels, so whatever.

Small workout first though, as my hip has really been a dickhead about things for the past few days. (I did fuck it up in Phila. again, I'm forced to admit. Fuck.) But here's hoping it'll get me closer to the usual 45 minutes today than it did yesterday.

There's the cranky update. But it is what it is.

In ridiculous news, we were watching the MST3K "Jack Frost" last night, and it is my new favorite movie, so thanks again John! It's like Cinderella meets Baba Yaga on crack. There is even scope for a Tom Bombadil joke in it. I mean wow.

Jack Frost: You're a good girl, aren't you? Not the contradicting kind at all.
Balaji: [Gives me an evil look, waiting for the explosion to occur.]
Me: [Grits teeth]
(15 minutes later when I have a mouth full of water)
Balaji: I do wish you weren't quite so contradicting though, Kate.
Me: [Spew]

His timing is of the evil.
Link2 comments|Leave a comment

one drop gets you feelin' holy, hello below me [Jul. 30th, 2010|11:48 am]
[Tags|, , , , , ]

I managed to make my first dumb mistake as an editor-- but I suppose it's good I got it out of the way. I detached Cory's story from thunderbird (yeah, it's a gmail account, but I just download everything there), which makes it disappear from the inbox. It even WARNS me it will do that. So I fucked something up by pushing a lot of buttons during a word freeze (it's been doing that sometimes when I open other peoples' stuff-- really weird but there's no virus so I think it's just vista being a dick)-- or something. Long story short I had to ask for it again :/

Though really it might be stuck somewhere in the annals of gmail still. Like in a trash bin or something. But, well, let's just say I have changed my settings, saved it in the RPP folder and LEFT it in my inbox, and learned my lesson. Or at least, one can hope.

I didn't get it edited, of course, but I did read it and it's awesome so that made me feel better about being a dumbshit.

I've been dogging Balaji all week to go see Inception. Apart from it just looking cool, it has a bunch of people in it I really enjoy (Ellen Page! Cillian Murphy! Also, Balaji's boyfriend DiCaprio!), so I figured it couldn't be BAD. Finally last night I convinced him and we hit the IMAX in Alexandria.

I will describe the effect of this movie with an anecdote (but no spoilers, promise). Of course I had to pee through half of it, but couldn't possibly have gotten out of my seat (I recommend this strategy to anyone who goes to see it: even if you don't think you have to pee before, do it. Had I not, I would've been miserable), so the second it was over I hopped to the bathroom. I'm coming out and there are two frat-boy types-- you know, Abercrombie shorts and Axe Body Spray stink-- standing there waiting for someone.

Frat Boy 1: So what did you think of it?
Frat Boy 2: *shifts uncomfortably, grinning* Uh, too much thinking. I feel like I just got out of a test.

I laughed, but not because he's a dumbass. He might be, I don't know, but it was a very good description of the state of my head just then. I told Balaji and he's going, "Yeah, man! Yeah!"

Inception rambling-- no spoilers, never fear )

Also, Cillian Murphy is still the prettiest man on the fucking planet. There are very few people I could just look at for hours, but he is one. (Yeah, that's creepy of me. Don't care. I could.)

And this will sound incredibly shallow and self-centered, but I was pleased by the structure, right up to the ending. Without being specific, I can say that it's precisely the one I used for Scripped-- which I did not invent, nor did Christopher Nolan, but part of me felt sort of daft for using it, like I was being trite. I am in no way saying I used it 1/100th as effectively as Nolan did here, but at least I know it can be done with a modern audience and gotten away with.

Yes, I am already starting to get paranoid. That's good though, that means I'll be well over it before May hits, and the reviews won't hurt so bad!

Now I'm going to go vacuum so John doesn't cough up a hairball after being here for an hour or two.
Link6 comments|Leave a comment

navigation
[ viewing | most recent entries ]