Of possible interest only to the Dragonsilver group (and apologies for omissions, was going for an endgame sort of thing... Made with Gaia avatar creator (when trying to avoid working...)

And because I apparently did this but failed to post it, so why not:

( That book meme from ages ago... ) via fraoch
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Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22

One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick – Got a feeling I have read this actually, but a looong time ago…
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey – Bits for quoting, never got round to reading the whole thing.  Does not live up to the childhood promise of Ulysses 31  Ul-y-see-eee-eee-eee-ees, no-one else can do the things you do!: almost no robots or spaceships.  Terribly disappointing.
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel – Nearly as bad as Angels and Demons, although it didn’t start out too badly iirc.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World - Prophecy
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible: a novel
1984
Angels & Demons – Please note that the only way they got me to read this was to bundle it free with something else and put me on a sufficiently long train journey and therefore it was not my fault… It’s dire.  Don’t bother.
The Inferno (and Purgatory and Paradise) In the process of reading this.
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune – Don't think so, but maybe
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes: a memoir
The God of Small Things – We have this.  Should I have read it?
A People’s History of the United States: 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon (Might have read this, it sounds familiar, but if so then it evidently didn't leave a lasting impression...)
Oryx and Crake: a novel
Collapse: how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood: a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

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(edit: broken links fixed, sorry)

Just been to see Death Proof and felt... moved to write about it. I'm not sure I enjoyed it, exactly: it's such a nasty film that I think it would be difficult to enjoy, exactly. But it was, I don't know, satisfying, perhaps: the plot is minimalistic, to say the least, but somehow that doesn't stop it being a good film.
I've just realised that I already have some desire to see it again...

from querimonious:

1.) Go to Career Cruising
2.) login nycareers password landmark
3.) Take the career match maker quiz and list the top 10 responses


1. Artist
2. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
3. Illustrator
4. Animator
5. Website Designer
6. Graphic Designer
7. Stylist
8. Sign Maker
9. Political Aide
10. Pet Groomer

Not quite sure how #9 fits into the theme there... !
(Last time I did one of these, my destined fate was to become a makeup artist... that's now down at #31.  Just below 'Ship's Crew'.)

I just picked up the phone and was greeted by a flood of Foreign. Sorry, I say, I think you've got the wrong number, and start to put the phone down. She laughs, and says No, no, this is the right number, (in English, you understand) and starts talking again in Foreign. At this point I am rather flummoxed and I'm afraid my natural politeness rather deserts me, so my response is "Um, sorry, what?" rather than anything more tactful or coherent. She then puts the phone down on me...
Hmmm, actual news. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything at the moment while at the same time not being able to get much done. Still haven't been able to register at Exeter because of 'problems with my IT account'. I'd be more worried but the head of the course rang me up the other day to check my contact details, so I know I'm still expected... We seem to finally have a date for the house move, so hopefully that'll go through alright. Oh, and Dragon Quest 8 is a great game (worryingly perhaps, you do get used to the freaky Dragonball character design), and The Mighty Boosh is just great. Go find it and watch it. :)

( music meme answers )

Back up to Leeds tomorrow, for graduation and start-of-holiday! waistcoatmark and I will be going to Arcadia for food-and-booze on the Friday evening - we'll be there from 6ish if anyone would like to join us :) (sorry about the short notice: I have no excuse other than being A Bit Rubbish Really at the moment...)

If you haven't seen this yet, you should have a look... artists take pre-schoolers' drawings of Christopher Robin, Pooh Bear et al., and turn them into terrifying, nightmarish visions that will haunt said child for the rest of its life. I mean, I'm judging by the results here rather than having actually looked for a mission statement, but still. Seriously, there's some fabulous art there... (edit: I'm thinking that Jeff McMillan's is the scariest. Why does Christopher Robin have six feet? Why does Pooh have such very scary teeth?)

The last few nights have been disturbed by mysterious tapping noises which have made sleeping... difficult. waistcoatmark's colleague (whose name, if I know it, escapes me, I'm afraid) apparently believes that our trip to Avebury last weekend has caused spirits to move in, or something. They couldn't have waited for a month or so? Further evidence for this - last night we were woken up at, I think, 1:27, by the radio in the bathroom coming on full blast. I am still faintly proud of myself for going to switch the damn thing off. Go me!

oh, and I've got to book about a zillion hotels asap. Which probably means using the damn phone again. Curses!

...more later, maybe, when I'm not so damn tired...

( Feline incarnation test (what?) )
...Well, as you might guess from this, I have no actual news... it's too hot to think about doing anything...

...we have mice in the kitchen. And apparently, I'm scared of mice, which was something of a surprise to me: I really didn't think I was. Although in fairness it may be less 'scared of mice' and more that instincts honed by Silent Hill tell me to either flee the as-yet-unidentified scrabbling, scratching, squeaking noises or HIT THE MONSTER WITH LEAD PIPING DAMMIT except I haven't got any lead piping so... oh, yeah, there's a mouse there, but so what?

Oh, god. How am I going to eat tonight if it takes all my courage to go in the kitchen and make a cup of tea? I had a horrible suspicion of this as this week I've been hearing concerning-but-it-could-easily-have-been-water-pipes-and-imagination noises, and I've been at a low level of concern anyway ever since I noticed mice strolling in a proprietorial manner across our patio a little while back. Which was one reason to welcome the fox, of course, because I'm not allowed a cat. Bah. But when I went downstairs just now the noises had escalated considerably and I actually saw one of the things. Actually, I held a conversation with them - or at least, I told them to go away or die, although doing the latter outside would be appreciated, and there was a chorus of squeaks every time I stopped talking. Which seemed odd at the time and even odder now I come to write it down. Perhaps they are the mice of NIMH (anyone remember that?) and we will be doing the world a profound disservice by speeding their removal from it.

...think I might go and get a curry, as waistcoatmark suggests: I can't even get something to throw into the microwave and just make a couple of desperate ninja raids on the kitchen, armoured to the teeth (or something), because they appear to be behind or possibly even in the microwave and I'm too much of a wuss to investigate properly. (And don't want to risk the appetising odour of baked mouse permeating the kitchen for the hereafter...)

Today was a good day, although mange still bad, and shredding own tail does not appear to be as effective as one had hoped. Some stupid HUMAN had left delicious catfood and honey sandwiches next to my favourite sunbathing spot! Ate sandwiches, although they were slightly mauled by birds. One must not be picky. Later, found, killed and partially ate some sort of rodent. Left remains for stupid HUMAN as felt slightly guilty about sandwiches. Sunbathed and managed to get into shed before torrential downpour. Go me!

So... it's been a hell of a long time since I last updated. I blame this mainly on the dissertation though, which has been duly handed in - and many thanks to those who read the thing, and also to those who offered but didn't have to due to my only finishing it with a couple of days to go... and I was still making frantic updates the night before. But it is in and I don't have to worry about it any more until it is marked, although given the strike action at the moment that may be rather later than expected. Ah well. Apologies to, well, everyone, really, as I appreciate that I was frequently in a less than cheerful mood and to make matters worse, could speak of nothing but Mary Magdalene's breasts. Er... sorry about that...
Still got another two essays to go (why am I not doing them? They have to be in on Tuesday...). Today was, however, my last lecture ever for this course. Which is faintly terrifying I suppose, except it doesn't really seem to have sunk in yet. I suspect that it may do soon though, as in another few weeks I'll have finished completely - essays, exams, everything. Now there's a scary thought. What will I do with my waking moments? Looking back over the last month or so, I don't seem to have done a great deal except writing the dissertation and watching Bleach. Lots and lots of Bleach. This is all bravecows' fault ;) but really, I'm not complaining. Really, go watch it, it's great.

...right, back to the essays then...

My tutor has, again, recalled the fact that I exist. Oh well, easter holidays soon... although as the dissertation is due in directly afterwards, I don't think they'll be particularly relaxing. Oh well.

My mood has improved considerably from the beginning of the week, when this picture described my somewhat unreasonable state of irritation with the world in general rather well. Drawing it was surprisingly therapeutic, though... And today we're looking at yet more houses, some of them again. Hopefully we'll actually make some sort of decision soon...

Hit wordcount. SO HAPPY. ^_^

I'm in a really vile mood today. The sort of mood where most people would be considering stomping on small furry things, except that always seems a bit unfair on the cute fluffy things - it's not generally their fault - and rather a waste of valuable stomping resources. There's only so much stomping to go around, you know. So I've decided to recruit a legion of cute fluffy kitten minions so we can go stomping and disembowelling (because kittens can't really stomp, you understand). Should be interesting, particularly as I suspect I'm developing an allergy to cats: so our road to vicious and terrible vengeance on the world at large will be interspersed with sniffles, frantic searches for tissues and my minions stopping to wash themselves every five minutes. Apart from that, though, it will be fearsome. Oh yes.

(If you have surmised from this that the essay's not going well, you are absolutely correct.)

Look, don't even ask, okay? I was bored. Very, very bored. And couldn't get down to doing any real work...
Well, I thought they might entertain... briefly... ^_^

( 3 minute fics: Good Omens/Dragonsilver crossovers )