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( May. 12th, 2016 04:38 pm)
I'm more usually an autumn/spring sort of girl, I love the silver seasons, but I do have to say that for the first few days there's nothing quite like sunshine and heat and a good strong breeze to keep it light. Today is a day for flowers and water and trees and standing on hillsides to feel the wind in your hair and the sunshine on your face :)
So today, for my birthday, I got: some lovely well wishes (thanks all!), a Harry Clarke colouring book (shush, I love his stuff), a slice of lemon cake, and, oh, a job interview and an Irish oral exam. Because.

I think it went well? It went better than my last interview anyway. I was shitting bricks about the Irish, because I haven't used the language since school ten years ago basically, but the Irish examiner was incredibly friendly and he actually calmed me down not just for the Irish but for the job interview as well. We ended up talking the entire time about languages and quirks of language and Irish connections to Europe and the difference between colour words in different languages and dialects of Irish we've heard, all in rather pidgin Irish on my part with large sprinklings of English and the occasional bit of French when my brain short-circuited on me, but I think it went well. He told me I actually have a good base of Irish, it just really shows that I haven't spoken it in ten years and if I started using it more in everyday life that I could improve an awful lot. I have no idea if that's good enough to get me the job, but even if it doesn't I think I feel really good about myself for having done it, and it was genuinely a really fun conversation. If I see that man again, I'm giving him a go raibh míle, míle maith agat, because he seriously made the whole day better for me.

And then when we came out of the exam, he spent ten minutes talking to my mother (she'd given me a lift down) about knitting and Donegal and types of boats and how absolutely appalling some of the local accents are. By the time I made it into the actual job interview, I was calmed way, way down. Heh. He was a nice man.
Okay. I am now caught up with S2 of The Librarians, at least so far. Couple of quick reactions:

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( Nov. 9th, 2015 05:07 pm)
Okay, so apparently that interview went just fine. I got a call today. I have a part time job, 19.5 hours a week, starting next Monday. It'll only last a year, but it can go on my CV and I will have that little extra money and I will be working. I will be doing something. I got the job and passed an interview.

I am going to sit down and watch silly things for a while. Yes. I'm gonna go ... be happily in shock for a while. Heh.
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( Jun. 12th, 2015 11:04 pm)
Encounters Anthology, edited by Jessica Augustsson on amazon.com. It's just gone live, and two of my stories are in there. 'The Long Dark' and 'Ghostwyrm', to be specific. Hee! Some really good stories from other writers as well. I'm reading through it myself now.
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( May. 23rd, 2015 07:42 pm)
A rare RL/political post from me, but I voted for this yesterday, and it passed. Ireland voted YES to marriage equality to the tune of 62% of the voting public. First country in the world to legalise gay marriage via referendum. Go us!
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( Apr. 14th, 2015 10:43 pm)
My sister sent me this link on youtube, and they honestly cracked me up. Seriously. I've been cackling so much my Dad thought I'd gone insane, came out to see what the fuss was, and ended up cackling himself. Maybe it's just the night that's in it, but it's so simple and so hilarious. So, naturally, I thought I'd share.

Ladies, gents and miscellaneous others: gamarjobat
This site is the best thing ever: Fantasy Name Generators.

It has sections for people names, real people names, place names, ship names, bandit group names, and loads more. And, yes, some of them are more dodgy than others, the city names are a bit questionable, but a lot of them are absolutely hilarious. I'm going to name all my spaceships The Prototype Ambassador or The Blasphemous Enterprise or The Minor Disappointment.

But the best, the absolute best, is the random tavern name generator (look in place names). I would honestly write a whole story just so a bunch of characters can go on a pub crawl through a fantasy city and drink their way through some of these places.

"We'll start out at The False Anemone, because you don't want the tongue twister later on in the proceedings. Then I think we'll head up Long Street and stop off in The Gruesome Rhododendron and The Ethereal Cashew Inn, making sure to avoid The Tacky Helmet Bar because the Watch stop off there and they're usually either rowdy or morose. Then maybe we'll nip down Cobbler's Lane and get a bite to eat in The Lethal Salad Bar. If we can find the place around the back of the cathedral, we'll maybe stop at The Wandering Belltower, before heading down towards the port district and The Magenta Orc or The Known Octopus Bar for some more interesting nightlife. After that, if we're all still upright, we'll have a choice of heading up towards the alchemical college area and the fabulous Impolite Tavern and The Limping Librarian, or those of us interested can head towards The Curious Bachelor, The Warm Shipmate Tavern or The Romantic Leg for perhaps a little company in the small hours. For those more daring or more careless souls, of course, there's always The Accidental Child Inn. The remainder of the group, however few that may be, can finish out the evening in The Late Gentleman Tavern or The Sleepy City Bar, and The Secret Nightingale Inn always welcomes late guests who wish to sleep off the effects of a night."

I swear, they're all fabulous. I've just spent hours randomly generating ten names at a time. It's thoroughly addictive -_-;
icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Swordswoman)
( Jun. 6th, 2014 04:40 pm)
My mother was cleaning under the couch just now, and found the One Ring.

Okay, the brass promotional replica that came with the DVD boxset that we lost months ago, but still. She found the Ring of Sauron while cleaning the couch.

This is, I think, proof that my mother is actually a hobbit. And probably a Took, at that :D
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( Feb. 16th, 2014 09:00 pm)
Found this post on tumblr, regarding Thorin Oakenshield's sense of direction. It wouldn't be near so funny, I suspect, if it wasn't completely, canonically true. *snickers helplessly*
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( Jan. 28th, 2014 09:09 pm)
It's that time of year again. I've spent the past two days browsing around the Festivids 2013 Masterlist, first just to enjoy, then to make notes, and then, for the first year ever, to actually leave comments on stuff -_-; I'm a terrible person, but I tried this time, yes?

This was such a good year, though. Possibly I only say this because of the first rec under the cut, but still. Such a good year. Enjoy! ;)

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( Dec. 19th, 2013 09:49 pm)
The chemist gave me my med today for a fifth of the usual price (or minus 100 euros). I have no idea why. I asked, of course, because you check these things, but apparently it's a thing that happens about one month every year or couple of years because of the number of days in a month or something? *shrugs* That's what they said, and they said it won't come back to haunt me, and possibly they were bullshitting and this was a Christmas thing, but ... Anyway. End result, they gave me my months supply for a fifth of the normal price.

Which is never a bad thing, to be honest. My med legitimately costs me a little over half a week's wages per month (I live at home and my parents are the best and I spend bugger all that isn't on food or towards the house electricity, so it's never actually been a problem, because I'm lucky and live with family and am a cheerful miser), so this is a fabulous Christmas present whether they meant it to be or not. *grins*

Sometimes the world is randomly nice to you. It's lovely. Heh.
icarus_chained: lurid original bookcover for fantomas, cropped (Swordswoman)
( Sep. 10th, 2013 05:52 pm)
*grins, bounces* I successfully led my first tour today! An hour-long tour, 800 years of site and town history, successfully answered all the questions I was asked, didn't stutter too much until the very end when I was starting to lose voice a bit. But I did it.

I rock. I am awesome. I've just eaten a chocolate ├ęclair as a reward to me. Life is good, people. Life is good.
The sky caught me.

That happens, sometimes. Especially this time of year, autumn, the autumn skies in Ireland keep catching me. It's when they're silver. When there's these sheets of high silver cirrus over the blue, with white and lead cumulus drifting beneath them, like cloud ships sailing on a shining, silver sea. The sun high behind the silver, making the whole sky glow, wide and vast and white-gold. It caught me on the way home, because one of the cumulus ships had drifted across the sun and was shining a deep blue at its heart, with pearlescent rainbows feathering its edges from the light caught there. I was actually caught stupid, crouched down on the footpath with my shopping bag at my feet, smiling stupidly up at it. Cloud-ships on a silver sea. They make me feel like there's something unfurling in my chest, uncoiling open from a fist to a palm, tugging me up and out into the bright, endless wheel. They make me feel ... huge and open and clear as glass, chiming faintly with the turning of the world. Like a glass bell hung from the sky with the sun in my chest. They make me feel big and bright, like there's nothing in the world that's not beautiful. I love it. I love them. Those skies always catch me. They make me feel so alive.

Sometimes the world is too beautiful to bear, do you think? I end up crouched on the ground, staring out at it in wide, stupid joy. I ought not to, probably. It just ... it just catches me sometimes? It just grabs me, right around the chest, and tugs me open. I don't know what to do with it.

I would live in the sky. I would dream dreams of cloud ships and cloud cities and endless falls upwards into a molten, shining silver. I would dream of being bright and clear as a glass bell, dream of sunshine in my chest and this white, open joy in my head. I would live forever like that. I would be a silver autumn sun, if only the world would let me.

*shakes head* I ... It's so intense, sometimes? I don't know if you're meant to feel like this just randomly. This open thing in your chest that almost hurts with how much it ... with how much it feels. Loves, maybe. I don't know. It's so intense.

The sky catches me sometimes. I don't know? But my, my, me and mine. It's beautiful. It's so beautiful sometimes. Yes? I think so. I don't think I can help it. *smiles crookedly*
I love vidding season! *grins* I normally don't really know where to look to find vids (I tend to stumble across vidders and follow them or see if they've recced anything), but things like Festivids and Vividcon mean that suddenly lots of people are posting recs lists and stuff like that, and I can find a bundle of stuff all at once.

So, following the Vividcon splurge of vids, have some more random vid recs from around the place?

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( Jun. 20th, 2013 08:30 pm)
Today was a good day at work. I mostly just wrote this post so I could say that. *grins sheepishly* I'm five weeks into a part-time job, and I can now say things like 'I had a good day at work'. It feels pretty good. I also went to the bank to set up a savings account. I'm like an actual grown-up. It's weird and amazing.

Sorry about being behind on comments and stuff. I'm still working on balancing RL and online with the new schedule. But hey. Worth it.

Um. Basically? I had a good day, and I'm still slightly hyped over it. *grins sheepishly*
I saw RotG a few days ago. And Jack, and Sandy, and ... *spreads hands helplessly* Bear with me, yes?

Title: Pale-Gold Wonder
Rating: PG
Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012 movieverse)
Characters/Pairings: Sanderson Mansnoozie, Jack Frost. Jack & Sandy for definite, possibly Jack/Sandy
Summary: Centuries ago, in a dark and snowy forest, Sandy had met a dream of another's making. And Sandy, being Sandy, had decided he loved it and the spirit that made it both.
Wordcount: 1819
Warnings/Notes: First fic for this fandom, no idea what I'm doing.
Disclaimer: Not mine

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( Mar. 25th, 2013 12:03 am)
Okay. So. I've been on a trip, since Friday. Part birthday present to me, part business trip. Mostly the latter, unfortunately, but still. I've been sitting in a hotel room for the past two nights (nice hotel room, mind), and Saturday was frazzling, and tomorrow won't be much better, but today ...

Today was pretty good.

I spent today going to good places. Places I enjoyed when I used to live in this city, and one place I never actually managed to visit, despite being here for five years. I spent today being ... more or less peaceful, really. Relaxed.

I went to the park, my favourite park, the one that always made me feel better. I ate a bar of chocolate while sitting on a tree stump beside the river, climbed up onto the footbridge to stare upstream for a while, managed to not walk in on the couple kissing in the bushes (the hell? That never happened before, those bushes don't exactly provide comprehensive cover, why would you ...? Never mind).

I walked around the south bank, climbing up onto the bluffs for the views across the central island of the city. I stayed out of the city center itself, going instead along the south channel of the river, where it's quieter and gentler, and the small residential park above the college gives you a truly stunning view out across the west side of the city.

And I visited the cathedral. I'd never actually gotten around to that, in all the time I lived here. It was ...

The thing about cathedrals? Gothic ones, anyway? They are spaces designed to make you look up. The best of them, the most lovely of them, you feel like you could sit there for hours, just following the curves of the pillars up into the light and vault of the ceiling, into the belfrey. They create a sense of reaching upwards, of light and stone and peace, and it's lovely. Spaces like that, they're good spaces. All of them.

I spent today wandering. I spent today catching fragments of peace to fold into my pocket. I spent today ... feeling good.

For that alone, even if nothing comes of the business end of things, this trip has been worth it.
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( Dec. 14th, 2012 06:42 pm)
I was thinking, trying to pare emotions down to a single word for [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic prompts, that some sensations are simply nameless. Even emotions, which theoretically have single words to express them, are more complicated: those single words merely define the genre of sensation, not the sensation itself. Anger comes in a thousand forms, sorrow, faith, joy, wonder. *smiles* Ballpark definitions only.

I was thinking, then, of sensations that really have no name. Moods, maybe, feelings that come upon you, that don't really translate well.

There was one ... Have you ever gone night driving? Not the backroads, that's a slightly different sensation, but the main ones, motorways, and I think Americans call them highways? The ones with the sodium lights defining the center or the sides, the light ribbons through the darkness. And the hours between eleven and three, really, the hours of real darkness, the deep parts of the night. Have you ever gone?

There's a sensation, a feeling. The hollow rumble of the wheels under you, the distant howl of the wind outside the shell of the car. The rhythm of lights going past one by one by one, light then shadow then light. The glow of the dash, the stream of other cars around you, a red string in front of you, and a white string beside you, going the other way. The weird sensation of detachment, lifted up on the rumble and hiss of the wheels under you, wrapped in a hollow cocoon of night and light and wind. Solitude and silence and vague purpose, a solitary movement through a world of people equally alone and equally purposeful. Drifting along the ribbons of light at one faint, hollow remove from each other.

I remember reading a book when I was a kid. Very young, it was one of the first books I ever read on my own reconnaissance. I can't remember very much about it, possibly there was a lot more plot in the bits I don't remember. But it was about a girl travelling across the tundra to a school multiple days of travel away, by train. And I remember that sensation. Travel, isolating and unifying at the same time, the solitary sensation of purpose, drifting alongside others in similar motion. Night driving, the rhythm of light and darkness, and the distant sound of the wheels. Like the train, the rhythm of the wheels, and the white of the tundra rolling past.

Stillness in motion, the solitude of movement. There was another variation. When the wind is blowing along the line of a beach, in the hollow path cut between the cliffs and the sea, and you turn into it. Walk along, feeling the rhythm and power of your legs under you, the rise and fall of your stride, and you walk into the wind, so that the howl of it catches you about the ears, under the breastbone, and lifts you up into the sky. The howl of the sky wrapped around you, the endless wheel of it, and the hum of power as you lope through. Stillness in motion, the wheel of ages, the solitary wonder of what must feel very much like flight. The tug of your heart upwards and outwards, caught only barely by your breastbone, and the spool of your mind, out into the rhythmic flash of light or the vast wheel of blue. Safe in the purpose of motion, untouchable while the destination is not yet reached, and wild in the silence of it.

What is the word for that? Solitude and silence and power, selfhood and flight, silent union of shared purpose. The ribbons of light in darkness, and the wheel of blue above the wind-road. What do you call that? Is there a word?

*shakes head* Some things are nameless, I think. Sensation, experience, the hum of the self in the world that cradles it. Do we have words, for all the ways we are? Can we?

*tilts head, laughs faintly* And yes. I am mildly euphoric, tonight. These moods come on me, sometimes, lift me up into the wheel. *grins, spreads arms* Caught under the breastbone, whirled upwards. It works. There is flight in solitude, and love in the distant union of motion.

I love flying. There are moments when the world touches that part of me, the part that flies, and I don't think there are words for that, but so long as there is still the sensation, however untranslatable, I think I shall not care. *smiles, turns in flight to bow* And so!


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