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Whups. Catags' been a real bad girl. Again. Well, I hadn't done it in ages, but I spent the last 20 hours glued in front of the computer, doing a drama marathon. Grand novelty : for the first time of my life, I watched a Taiwanese drama. (Not so new part : it's a manga adaptation.)  ( So, it was like this, you see? ) 臭男人 Oh~ Oh~
我这个这个这个这个这个
臭男人
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Ten random things about my wondrous self.
1 : I collect beer coasters. Well, not really, It's a cross between kleptomania and collection. But hey.
2. : I find the sight of men playing their double-bass pizzicato incredibly erotic. But that's the music nerd in me.
3 : I'm getting married to a Japanese man (Well, not anytime soon, tho. We're engaged, it might take another 5 years for the wedding to happen). He's terribly nice. And 7 months younger than me. Aaaaaarh, shotakon! ;_;
4 : I'm nosophobiac. With a lot of things, but especially with AIDS.
5 : I like being able to speak and write Japanese, but I'm too lazy to keep working on it. So I forget things.
6 : I might be in lust with Robert Downey Jr. Sssh, secret.
7 : I like to have my black cat sit on the brink of the bathtub when I have a bath.
8 : I'm not a tidy person. I love when chaos surrounds me.
9 : I desperately need to feel loved (by my cats, my friends, my boyfriend) and appreciated (by my co-workers, by my boss, by people I've just met...)
10 : I've got a sweet-tooth the size of the grand canyon. Right now I'm craving for a tatin pie. I might bake one.
ETA : baked the dratted thing. Now I have to eat it. Alone. Arrgh, I was supposed to *wear* that pair of jeans, not keep it at the bottom of my drawer...
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
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As Mr Pratchett would put it : "I aten't dead!"
Yet.
Soo, news from the front : I nearly finished all that dratted paperwork, but I still need to do some seriously tedious stuff before going back to ficcing. But soon, soon.
Today I went to see my boss to notify him that no, I was not a slacker ; that yes, I did have a broken arm ; and that no, I wouldn’t be able to run around and do wild things like ask the local mayor “Now tell me, what do you really think about the brand new cauliflower fair? Hmmm?”, or at least not for a couple of weeks.
(But well, if motivated enough, I can use a computer. It's agonizingly slow, but it works)
Anyway, my boss was having a fit over the messy working station of a newbie. He was berating her “Frankly girl, you'll never get anywhere if you can't keep things in order! It's not that difficult to sort things!”
And then, he turned toward me, gave me a big toothy grin, and all but beamed : “Right Sarah? Don't you agree with me? I'm sure your desk is sparkling clean!”
Because yes, since I'm a free-lance journalist, I work from home (most of the time).
So my boss can't see what my desk looks like.
So when I came home, I took a glimpse at my desk, and decided to immortalize it. Here it is.
...
Yeah, sparkling clean. Sure.
On a side note : I can't seem to acknowledge the fact that I'm having a serious relationship that might work out. It's like my whole ethic “yeahyeah, whatever you say, I'm going to be an old, irate spinster living alone with her one-eyed, scar covered tomcat when I grow up!” crumbled to dust. I feel strangely bereaved. It's weird.
I kinda liked that theory. It made me feel speshiuuuul.
Les cuivres fanfaronnent un sourire à la vie
La contrebasse en transe le coeur remplit d'espérance
Et les violons qui sonnent l'heure d'entrer dans la danse...
Une gamme pour s'envoler,
Une gamme pour s'évader
Résonnent dans l'âme,
INFLUENCES TSIGANE!
Only two icons this time.
I might be madly in love with the "All work and no play" one... And the "oh crap" one makes me gigglesnort each time.
Yeah, narcissist me :P
 
Sit up straight
I'm on a double date
I've got to find my way
Into the light, heavy, middle weight
Roland and Auntie Exposition are on a roll, the plot is kinda thin and tends to gape a bit.
And it's one huuuge mofo. I need to stop ranting and do smaller chapters. But heh Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
Exit Will, welcome Griff!
Aaarrr... Fangirl... Sad Is Your Fate...
Alright, new fic, first chapter.
Come ride with me,
Through the veins of history,
...
No one's gonna take me alive,
The time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive.
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Remember the two fics I was working on? Fanfics of reasonable size and proportions, with straights, no-nonsense plots?
Yeah, well.
The thing is, I accidentally left them together in the back of my brain for a night, and I was quite dismayed to find out this morning that they had merged into a huge (mammoth-sized) fanfic which could be summed up as :
“An epic tale of love, war, folly and woe - with many evil plans needing to be thwarted; in which much divine hair is actually being pulled at.”
> (aka : Plot-bunny galore / No main plot whatsoever)
So, I'm now working on a novel sized fanfic. *sighs*
I'm not sure wether it's a really good idea, considering my EngrishSkillz. I should give it up and work on drabbles. You know, the whole : "start small", "progress", "slowly but surely"...?
Well, logic and me never really went along well.
A beta, a beta! My Kingdom for a beta!
I can't remember all the things you said
I can't remember all the times that you turn that perfect smile
Upside down and then
Spun it all around
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Omg, liek, I'm under attack!!1eleven!
Wokay, more seriously : I'm working on two fics right now;
--> One Willabeth (with a large helping of OTD -Outrageous Tia Dalma-), set between DMC and AWE,
--> One Elizabeth centric, set during the awrrible '10 yearz of DOOM'.
I don't know why, I don't even really *like* her. I'm in love with Tia Dalma, and Will is me sweet lil' boy, but I've been a bit upset with Elizabeth since DMC. Must be the prospect of unleashing the DramaLlama of Doom upon her. (I knew that those hours spent studying Medecine (and more specially pregnancy and birth) in the 17th and 18th centuries were going to be helpful one day! Mwah hah hah.)
More seriously, Elizabeth is irksome, and that's why she's an excellent material for chara-introspection fics. She's flawed, but she's got a shitload of redeeming qualities, thus making her complex and interesting.
So, Lizzie Centric, but with a healthy dose of Will Wangst. Because nothing says "Dear character, I lurve you" more than inflicting awrrible tortures to said character. And I do wuw Will. Lots.
I'm looking for a very patient, very strict/perfectionist beta. Someone to yell at me "Thou shalt not mess with Teh English!" and beat me repeatedly over the head with a Thesaurus.
So, if you don't mind seas of errors, and if you're okay with my writing style, please, let me know!
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same,
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing,
You can spend your whole life workin’ for something
Just to have it taken away.
Okay folks.
Hm, I really do love her works.
BUT. For once I'm going to stop being stubborn, and do the decent thing.
As requested by Bk11, I am not going to pass her work around anymore.
*shuffling feet like the snotty brat I am*
-Post edited - May. 26th, 2007-
I want to love you but I better not
Touch (dont touch)
I want to hold you but my senses
Tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too
Much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips
Are venomous poison
You're poison running through my
Veins
You're poison, I dont want to
Break these chains...
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Sooo, what does Cataglottisme means? The thing is, if you launch a Google Party, you're likely to find... Nothing, for cataglottisme. But chances are you'll get a nice "Did you mean: cataglottism ? " So, cataglottism? Cataglottism is, more or less, a pedantic and complicated word for "French Kissing". ( I especially like the following description : "You see, cataglottism is one of those weird and unnecessarily dull words used to describe much more fun activities.") Now, this person seems to have found a little bit more, but really he/she should have left glottis to tongue indeed, and not have gone down the "throat" path. (no pun intended.) This leads us to the meaning of cataglottisme, with an 'e'. (Dun dun DUN!) It's a French word. (ack! damnation!) CATAGLOTTISME (ka-ta-glo-tti-sm') s. m. Etym: Greek kata, around, and glôssa, tongue. It's an old, literature related word. Basically, it means talking (or indeed, writing) with a lot of complicated words, in a very convoluted style. Quite pompous, in fact. To put it simply, cataglottism is a cataglottisme for French Kissing. When I discovered that, I completely fell in love with the concept. Because things are always like that. There's always more than what meets the eye. There's always a good reason for what may look strange or unnatural. And oddly, it's a good sum-up for me. The whole "weird, unnecessarily dull, convoluted and pompous". But with a "Think Again" edge. (Or not. You take your pick.) This girl from work, looks alright
But the lights are too bright
Bloke in sales likes her too
What am I supposed to do?
But he's earning 28
And I'm on 22It's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
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