false promises & outright lies

So, things. I'm not doing very well off-line, which you may or may not have noticed, and I've been fairly unresponsive on-line, which you've probably noticed. What it comes down to is this: I'm tired. I'm doing what I can to manage things off-line and now I'm doing what I need to do on-line.

As of today, memlu should be considered either a temporary or a permanent archive. I may very well return to this journal one day and I'd certainly like to, but right now I can't handle it. It's ridiculous, but there you go.

I'm making another go of things at mekosuchinae, so I won't be leaving livejournal. I just want to, you know. Start over. I said it was ridiculous, okay! This post here has some more information about it, though not much. It'll have to do.

Please know that I will not be adding back everyone who friends mekosuchinae and that does include people on this journal's f-list. If you wish to add mekosuchinae, then you should certainly feel free to do so! But understand I may not add you back. Most if not all fannish posts will be public and only the very boring stuff (job, home, angst) will be under f-lock. I like all of you and I enjoy reading your posts, but I cannot keep up with a large f-list and I am no longer comfortable making my f-locked posts available to so many people. I'm sorry.

(Conversely, if you've been waiting for an opportunity to dump my ass on the curb, THIS IS IT. Don't waste the moment! You may only have this one chance! Go, go, go!)

Regular posting will begin at mekosuchinae in the next few days.

Comments on this post are disabled on account of how I'm a coward.

This is so much more important than any stupid hiatus:

4Chan has declared war on the Church of Scientology. (Warning for Encyclopedia Dramatica.)

Guys.

Guys.

They Rickrolled the Scientologists.

ON THE PHONE.

Hiatus until I can write a post that sounds like me; that is, ridiculous, immature and unintentionally rude. If I write one more serious sentence I will throw myself out a window, and then you'll be like, oh, what did you do that for, and I'll be like, don't ask me, I'm dead / in a coma / otherwise incapacitated.

BE AWESOME.

Provide a fandom and I will Sort each character (or as many of the characters as I care to Sort) into the appropriate Hogwarts House. Because I'm a nerd, I will also detail their adventures at Hogwarts. The excitement! The danger! The romance. It may take me some time to respond to your comment, as this is the sort of thing that requires very serious and very intense deliberation, but I shall do my best to respond quickly, honestly, and with the gravity the subject matter requires.

Furious debates re: the Sorting of a character are not only acceptable, but encouraged. Bonus points for snobbery! You know: "As for the matter of the Sorting, I can scarcely believe one such as yourself is at all qualified for the position; a hat could do no worse." And then we can duke it out like nerds. Awesome!

Play with meeeee.

( spoilers for sga 04x13: quarantine.Collapse )

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Bookstores are my greatest weakness! I don't -- I don't know what happens. I think what happens is this: I walk in to the store. Overexcited by the selection of books present before me, I black out in the store. An indeterminate amount of time later I wake outside the store, my wallet empty and a totebag filled with books cutting off the circulation to my arm. On the plus side: hey! Books! It's not like I needed that money for anything important, anyway. You know. Like food.

:|

And now, of course, I will list the books I purchased in a thinly veiled attempt to trick well-read members of my f-list into sharing their general and non-spoilery opinions, ha ha! ( witness--Collapse )

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Why am I so boring these days? I hereby resolve to be more awesome, starting tomorrow or possibly Sunday. Maybe Monday. I'm thinking, first I sleep for three days, then I start working on upgrading to a more awesome Mem. Game plan! All right!

Holy crap, it's snowing! And it's snowing hard, too. Half the parking lot's covered and I swear to God it wasn't snowing five minutes ago. I AM SO EXCITED. And so upset! Why is it snowing when I'm at work? Stupid snow. Stupid, awesome, delightful snow. Whiting out the windows, covering up the streets. Filling me with sorrow.

12:46PM: It stopped. *sadface*

01:22PM: And now the sun is shining! I'M CALLING FOUL.

Do you have any or know where I might find recipes for nutritious dishes that could be prepared at home in -- hum, thirty minutes to an hour? I'm trying to incorporate healther and more filling meals into my daily routine by, uh, preparing healthy, filling lunches to bring to work the night before I go to work. Any help would be wonderful and totally welcome!

(I am 87% certain I will kill myself if I eat another meal consisting of one or more of the following: easy mac, instant ramen, powdered potatoes, chocolate glazed donuts, foodstuffs purchased at 7-Eleven, foodstuffs purchased at McDonald's, pizza. Woman cannot live off grease alone! Or, you know, at all. SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.)

D'you know what you need to read but likely haven't? The Alchemists' Revenge. It's the (gorgeous, hilarious, positively amazing and entirely perfect, and I am neither exaggerating nor lying as it is everything and more) story I received for Yuletide and it is far and away one of the best Christmas presents I've ever received. If you've read the first two installments of Mr Philip Reeve's Larklight trilogy and enjoyed them, you need to read this story IMMEDIATELY. Right now. I am fully prepared to glare at you until you do so.

All you need to know is this: it is hilarious and delightful, and long and plotty, and absolutely perfect in every possible way. I can't even -- there are so many things I love! All of the things! Everything! And I don't want to spoil anything, so you really need to read it right now, for my sake if not your own.

(Speaking of spoilers! The Alchemists' Revenge is set not long after Starcross, so if you haven't read the second book yet, you really ought to steer clear of this story. For the time being, I mean. What you really ought to do is read Starcross, then read this fic, but for now you might want to step carefully.)

In conclusion, oh, gosh, I love this story so much I can't stand it. I printed it out on Christmas Day and now all the pages are wrinkly from me hugging it to my chest and heaving huge, girlish sighs over each page, and if you do not do the same after reading it, then I just do not know if we should ever speak again. Just -- oh! I love it and it is my professional opinion that you should read it and love it as well.

*glares*

meyerlemon just linked to this:

Pretty Bird Woman House has raised the $70K needed to purchase and fix up a new home and then some. They think all the donations made might even add up to a whopping eighty thousand dollars.

Guys! This is wonderful! They can buy the house and set up a security system and a fence, and they can buy furniture and clothing and -- guys, they did it! You did it.

I just. This is wonderful.

Wikipedia did indeed correct Anonymous Fan No. 1's contribution to Joe Quesada's wikipage, but never fear! Another nameless fan has made his or her contribution in the name of petty vandalism for justice and personal satisfaction. Behold!

Joseph "Joe" Quesada, colloquially known as The Idiot Who Ruined Spider-Man.

Oh, fandom. You make me feel so squishy.