ALWAYS TOO LATE.
(Lal uses self-deprecation. It's super effective?)
So I'm just getting over being mysteriously ill for the last few days, which meant among other things that I didn't get to go to a ceilidh and I didn't get to eat the chocolate and apple cake that I made. I am no longer nauseuous all of the time and I'm wearing actual clothes so hurrah for small victories? I am still stupidly knackered to the point where I have long stretches where I don't have the energy to read which never happens.
Anyway, with that cheery introduction, hello there new friends! I'm laliandra, usually shorted to Lal and then lengthened again to Lalface, Lallio, Lalafly, Lallipop, Laleth etcetcetc. If you would like fic please head thisaway, for some 140 character conversations go here and should you desire pretty things made by other people with lengthy and ridiculous tags this should fulfil all your needs. Oh tumblr, so strange, so compelling.
And hello old friends, hopefully y'all knew that already. I STILL LOVE YOU. Come, make in jokes with me in the comments.
My default icon is actually the text version of a tee-shirt slogan I came up with for a competition for
sarahtales to design a tee shirt for one of the characters in her The Demon's Lexicon series, so now Mae owns one and so can you!
I like tags, baking, talking about fictional people, talking about dead people, talking about languages, talking about fiction languages, talking about dead languages, callbacks/repeated motifs, and being a hypocrite about run on sentences. I really like it when people throw things to/at one another. So The Social Network is pretty much like porn to me.
I have cunningly distracted people from noticing that I put this in every fic I've ever written, possibly with shiny airships and, er, banter.
I am currently flitting about reading in all kinds of fandoms, mostly because I am super easy to incept into something new. Just give me links and I'm probably yours for life.
Anyway, let's all get to know each other and be frans!
Apparently I'm writing this now, also.
But think, Rory, what did you say to me earlier?
Rory: Er. The mole man guy is giving me the creeps.
Doctor: Well, yes, that, think it's the fingerless gloves. Always suspicious indoors. But, yes, no, the other thing. About not being scared because of all the things you've seen, you've done.
Rory: *frowns* Yes?
I have no idea who to blame for this, but if anyone mentions #IblameLal just ignore them.
(Lal uses self-deprecation. It's super effective?)
So I'm just getting over being mysteriously ill for the last few days, which meant among other things that I didn't get to go to a ceilidh and I didn't get to eat the chocolate and apple cake that I made. I am no longer nauseuous all of the time and I'm wearing actual clothes so hurrah for small victories? I am still stupidly knackered to the point where I have long stretches where I don't have the energy to read which never happens.
Anyway, with that cheery introduction, hello there new friends! I'm laliandra, usually shorted to Lal and then lengthened again to Lalface, Lallio, Lalafly, Lallipop, Laleth etcetcetc. If you would like fic please head thisaway, for some 140 character conversations go here and should you desire pretty things made by other people with lengthy and ridiculous tags this should fulfil all your needs. Oh tumblr, so strange, so compelling.
And hello old friends, hopefully y'all knew that already. I STILL LOVE YOU. Come, make in jokes with me in the comments.
My default icon is actually the text version of a tee-shirt slogan I came up with for a competition for
I like tags, baking, talking about fictional people, talking about dead people, talking about languages, talking about fiction languages, talking about dead languages, callbacks/repeated motifs, and being a hypocrite about run on sentences. I really like it when people throw things to/at one another. So The Social Network is pretty much like porn to me.
I have cunningly distracted people from noticing that I put this in every fic I've ever written, possibly with shiny airships and, er, banter.
I am currently flitting about reading in all kinds of fandoms, mostly because I am super easy to incept into something new. Just give me links and I'm probably yours for life.
Anyway, let's all get to know each other and be frans!
Apparently I'm writing this now, also.
But think, Rory, what did you say to me earlier?
Rory: Er. The mole man guy is giving me the creeps.
Doctor: Well, yes, that, think it's the fingerless gloves. Always suspicious indoors. But, yes, no, the other thing. About not being scared because of all the things you've seen, you've done.
Rory: *frowns* Yes?
I have no idea who to blame for this, but if anyone mentions #IblameLal just ignore them.
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Date: 2011-09-21 10:51 pm (UTC)*has searched*
*has found*
*IS DELIGHTED BUT NOW NEEDS MOAR*
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Date: 2011-09-21 10:52 pm (UTC)*possibly has listened to the songs too much recently*
*oh well*
*goes off to get ALL the icons*
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Date: 2011-09-21 10:57 pm (UTC)PFFT NOT POSSIBLE
*has King of Bling as her text tone*
*and Dick Turpin as her ring tone*
*there is no shame*
YES ALL THE ICONS :D
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:10 pm (UTC)(Or if you walk around a castle humming Born 2 Rule on a loop and when you read a thing that says that Richard III once had possession of said castle switch over to his song instead.)
I think my coworkers think I have an addiction. They're probably right.
Though currently my phone only has Mozart & Beethoven from the Prom as the background. (Admittedly this is entirely because I can't find the cable to connect it to the computer. :D)
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:18 pm (UTC)Eesh I can imagine that would be hard! Although I'm sure they would love it - learn about kings whilst you play bingo! :D Excellent!
I completely know what you mean though, I was in Buckingham Palace the other week and they kept saying 'George IV the Regent King' and I had to bite my lip to stop from adding 'which means he was just standing in!' and then I kept thinking 'great palaces I did design, Buckingham was one of mine' and basically getting annoyed with my brain because it would not stop going around and around in my head. There are worse songs to get stuck on though!
It's possible. But there is no shame in it, it's an addiction to be embraced! And I hope you find the cable soon ;) (Although that is an awesome background!)
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:30 pm (UTC)So ridiculously catchy. Gods only know what the next series is going to get stuck in my head. (There have been multiple occasions where I've woken up thinking stay calmer if you want to harm a llama call a llama farmer STOP SINGING BRAIN.)
Sorry, Lalface, for cluttering up your inbox with HH-related flailing. :D
(I have a tendency just to flick my phone on to look at it for a bit. Thanks, HH, for feeding my latent Mozart/Beethoven urges with Baynton & Willbond. Who are clearly involved in the greatest on-running game of gay chicken ever.)
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Date: 2011-09-21 11:41 pm (UTC)