Fuchsia's Journal

Are there actually any literally gay prawns?

We have been discussing this at Connotations, but nobody is sufficiently knowledgeable about the sex lives of aquatic wildlife to be able to answer the question. I'm a bit loathe to google it as it's just going to turn up random internet stuff. Can anyone help?

PARTY

I'm having a party on the 19th-20th for Talk Like a Pirate Day (and having passed some exams) in Slough. Anyone wanna come? :D It's fancy dress and there will be party games.

I thought I should check, in case any of you still remember that I exist. *g*

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LIFE

It seems like there's never enough time to come on LJ in the evenings after work. Which is ridiculous, of course; I spend ages talking to friends and have Facebook open all evening every evening, and it's not like everyone there on average even posts more interesting things than my Flist on LJ.

I'm sadly lacking in slash these days. It's been a bit of a flurry of work, exams and various anime and anime-related events. Anime sucks you in with its pretty boys and surprising variety of porn and leaves you an empty dried-out husk of a fan; the comedown after cons is incredible, and generally accompanied by a week-long hangover, full-body ache, flashbacks about doing embarrassing things after more alcohol than you'd usually drink in a year, and the need to sleep for 18 hours straight before you feel even vaguely normal again. Slash is a far gentler mistress than anime. Of course, maybe other people get those things at slash cons too, and I'm doing it wrong. ;)

I have had fun, of course, at the anime cons and such, but blimey, it tires you out, and slash? I really sorta miss you. Connotations will be a start, but I know I've been neglecting you and we need to spend more time together. <3

Well, you know how it is when you're upset: emotastic sonnets. This is unbetad, and probably doesn't flow quite right, but if I don't bung it up now, it'll rot on my hard drive. Don't read it unless you're up-to-date with Torchwood, as it's spoilertastic and won't make any sense.

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I was planning to go to the London Expo with my brother, but he was ill, so we didn't end up going and watched films / played games instead. I haven't been to the Expo before, so we shall have to go next time, or something.

I am in love with "The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne". I'm about halfway through; it's wonderfully slashy, highly steampunkalicious, and I adore many of the characters. I advise all of you to get hold of a copy and watch the series.

I've been feeling deeply antisocial, and really rather depressed lately. I'm discontent about various things that are either out of my control or can't currently be changed, and it's making everything seem somewhat bleak and company seem undesirable. I've mostly been avoiding talking to everyone, partially because I lack the energy to do so and partially because I feel like I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said. This has had the somewhat predictable side-effect of making me feel a tad lonely. I don't really feel maudlin like I usually do when I'm down, just frustrated and constantly exhausted.

Are both good! Or not so good, depending on whether it's formulaic Japanese porn or not, and your perspective.

We are at Connotations, FYI. Those of you who're slashy and not here should really be here.

Am currently doing some extensive research into Tremors characters for mother, for the Park Hotel Crossover Mayhem fic. I'm not sure what she's writing, but it probably involves tentacles.

I'm at fides's house, yay! People're watching Hogfather, but I've seen it before, so paying attention not strictly necessary.

There was lots of porn art yesterday; by the end of the afternoon it was a bit of a case of "pah, just another cock. Seen so many of those today! Show me something more exciting". We were at the Barbican to see the Seduced exhibition. Everyone was being very serious, apart from our group who were wandering around it in a giggling huddle, commenting on the physical practicalities and impossibilities of some of the positions portrayed in the artwork. There were an awful lot of extremely large cocks and disturbing paintings with swans (really, feathers *there* would not be good!)

I had extremely strange and kinky dreams last night.

I'm going to have to brave the buses soon and try to get back to Slough; not really looking forward to it! Perhaps I'll post a general "what I've been upto" ramble and reply to some emails when I get back.

The mothery unit is watching University Challenge, and they just had a question on slash.

We're all mainstream now, y'know; going to have to make up a stranger and more obscure genre of fiction to hang out in!

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We went canal boating. I shall post up pictures when I have the time and access to my laptop. *g* It rained rather a lot.

In other news, I went to the doctor today. £20.55 on prescription medicine! Even if I need it to not feel ill all the time, the damage to my wallet makes me feel rather awful. It seems somewhat harsh given that this is a prescription that's going to have to be repeated every two months for forever if the doctor doesn't eventually allow me to have it in bulk (the chemist muttered in a somewhat disgruntled way that the fee is subsidising all the OAPs and unemployed oiks who don't have to pay, and people who have other lifelong conditions that the NHS considers more disruptive) and, well, I didn't choose to have a problem. That money would buy me so many other things. :( All in all, I've spent nearly £100 this month between NHS medical / dental and optician fees.

I wondered why my everyone was looking slightly pale yesterday, and what the odd smell was. I know; gallows humour, isn't it, to make comments like that now, after all the news today and yesterday.

I realise it's already too late, that it started being too late last night, that there's nothing anyone can do about it now; there are too many of them, and I can see it starting to affect them.

If any of you are reading this, I'm glad it hasn't taken you yet. Things here have been happening slowly; it's less metropolitan so the water is probably less polluted. It's the only reason I can think of as to why things aren't as bad here as they are in London yet, or how they are for some of you. I've been using my father's magnifying glass and some plastic bottles to heat and distill water, but I don't know whether it'll take the taint out, or whether I'll be able to produce enough for me to survive. If I can hide from the others well enough for it to be worthwhile, of course.

I don't think I'm ill yet. I can't stand the thought that I'll never see any of you again. I thought I'd see those of you who I love over the next month or year, and now it's already too late. If you can still read this, I love you. I really, really love you, and I never stopped for a moment. I hope you go well, and with your own minds.

I don't know whether I'll be able to stand to come back on here, if the internet stays operational; I don't think I could stand to see those of you who're commenting or posting now not post anymore, and know how and why you've gone. I wish I could kill myself, but I don't know to do it so that I don't come back.