But Enough About You, Let's Talk About Me

[laliandra]

It's always amusing to me how differently the world looks from where I'm sitting.

Me: OH GOD, now that I've spammed everyone with my The Social Network Big Bang by posting all the entries and posting to comms and talking about it on Twitter, they probably hate me.
A significant portion of my twitter/flist: WAIT YOU POSTED YOUR BIG BANG?

So, yes, yes I did post my conpeople AU, in which our hero learns the importance of love, time, using your damn words and proper lumbar support. And in case you missed me editing it in, novembersmith made the most amazing mix called Love Songs for the Criminally Unaware and I have been listening to it on repeat for days. Interspersed with this. Now that the serious side has been taken care of (SO PERFECTLY I CANNOT EVEN) I can get on with Earnest Mix of Seduction and Post Break Up Terrible Karaoke playlists *g*. Also I'm pretty sure I owe a fair few of you mixtapes; let me know?

Baby's first Big Bang! It was supreme amounts of fun, even if it did mean that I stayed up until past five three nights in a row, once for Moog's big bang, once for mine and once just because when given an IRL moogle62 I cannot stop talking. I loved getting art and being part of something and I think I'm proud of the story, I'm still too close to it right now, and all I can think about is all the things I didn't end up putting in it. But the whole BB has been of a sort of stunning quality. What are you, TSN fandom?

This is the first time in two years that I haven't had a deadline or an active WIP. I am confused by this state of affairs. Obviously all my brain can think of doing now is some sort of timestamp meme.

Out of fandom lifewise, well, hmm, things remain... stagnant. My boyfriend bought a new car which promptly broke down so that was. Yeah. Been better!

My family remain my family:

Me: Oh hey Dad, how are things in South Africa?
Dad: Your grandmother is mad at me because I set the lawn on fire while she was here.
Me: ... HOW?
Dad: I threw a firecracker at a monkey.
Me: Obviously.

And then we had a twenty minute conversation about the Italian national anthem. I swear I'm not making this up.

When I'm not talking Verdi, I mostly spend my days hanging out on tumblr and getting into email loops. Should you wish some quality correspondence, I can be found at muchadoaboutcogs on the gmail.

Aaaand finally, this meme went around a while ago but I never got round to posting it and I'm kind of intrigued. Like I said, I need to see the world from where I'm not sitting!

"If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach." -- Alfred Hitchcock

If I wrote a story today, what would the readers immediately look for?

That was a pretty nice wrap up, there, don't you think? How are you, lovely flist?

Comments

[taurenova.livejournal.com]

Was the conversation about the Italian Nation Anthem anything to do with how it sounds like Bringing In The Sheaves at the start? Because if my family are watching Six Nations (or other) rugby and Italy are playing we all, without fail, alter the anthem no matter where we are in the house when we hear it. :D

I am always up for e-mail correspondence - but I am really bad at starting e-mails. Woeface. But if you ever feel like waving in my general direction my gmail (taure.nova.snow) is always open. Always. I'm not desperate for human interaction I don't know what you're talking about you're not my real Mum anyway!!! *slams door*

[laliandra.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, it DOES. Me and my Dad, every time, just sing, "Italia, Italia, Italia, Italia" for all of the words. And then we do the Morporkian Second verse for the mysterious middle bit that Verdi clearly just shoehorned in there for NO REASON. There was a long diversion where I explain the unification of Italy to my Dad and how King Victor Emmanuel II was actually the first king of Italy.

*waves in your inbox direction*

[taurenova.livejournal.com]

:D I always love sharing that sound-image with people. I often march about making pompous orchestra noises for the duration. (And then fail to know any of God Defend New Zealand other than, well, God Defend New Zealand. I also: sing a version of Advance Australia Fair which devolves into me saying 'wank' a lot.) Basically my fave rugby anthem is Ireland's Call. I tend to bellow. It's awesome.

What was I even supposed to be talking about? I appear to have gotten lost.

*inbox waves back*