seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
OMG. Chupaqueso. Between this and chicken-fried bacon, the Internet is making sure I will never be thin again. Surprisingly easy. I think I should've used the muenster on the outside and the co-jack on the inside instead of vice-versa. I'd take a picture, but I eated it. (For those too lazy to go click through the website, it's a crispy shell of fried cheese filled with even more cheese.) OMNOMNOM.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
Slept for 10 hours or so today but still managed to do things, even if I was lazy.

Gloves for airship pirate outfit done, finally. Fingerless, thin black fleece. No effort, just kept forgetting. I want to prance around in my steampunk clothes, but I lack a place to do it. I kinda lack real-life socialization in general, right now. Completely.

Spent an hour or so trying to catch Dima, one of the new horses. The other, Bella, is very friendly and very assertive, which is a pain when the shy, younger horse is trying to come see me and the other is biting her and chasing her off. This is tough because Dima has to be caught, since we have to medicate her eye twice daily--she had a corneal ulcer that she's recovering from. Both these girls are rescues, and Dima definitely shows it. She's skinny, shy, and covered in scabs. Bleh. We need a round pen. We also need a bigger barn. And more time. I need lots more time. I'll try to post horse pictures as soon as I have them. My mother has taken a few, I think, but they're on her phone.

Was surprised by an unexpected dinner guest who is a very sweet old southern lady but whom I find pretty unpleasant to be around because of her very contrary political views, rampant racism, and the way she treats me. Pretty much the same reasons I don't enjoy my stepdad's company, actually, except she's just techno-illiterate, not afraid of any advancements.

Playing Final Fantasy VI (III US) again. I've never actually beaten it. Trying to change that this time. I just wanted something that had enough of a plot to keep me distracted so I won't keep thinking about the bad things in my life right now. I haven't written today and I don't feel like it. Maybe I'll get more done... I don't know. Also haven't felt much like RP, probably because I've barely had enough uninterrupted time to even think about it, or when I do, no one's on. I don't even really feel guilty for not being on TK right now, which is unusual. Maybe I'll end up leaving like I end up leaving everywhere. :| It isn't that I'm not having fun, I suppose, it's just not what I feel like at the moment. I don't know what I do feel like. Which is pretty much the story of my life.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Snowy)
On a related note, here's some other super-short, word-limited stories. Was a fun little challenge while procrastinating on other things:

1. Defenestration.
2. Running scared.
3. Lost: one cause.
4. Dead love; alchemical resurrection.
5. Underneath, it wasn't a mask.
6. Death was easy; they demanded life.
7. I left the body on his doorstep.
8. She gave him the choice: "Wizardry or me."
9. When he finally looked outside, it was raining ashes.
10. In the end, it really was all just a dream.

Nine is my favorite story, and also, perhaps coincidentally, my favorite number. Man, I'm writing dark and bittersweet stuff lately. No wonder I don't want to work on Sanctuary, even if it is post-apocalyptic. It's also genuinely fluffy. Which is probably why people liked it. But I have to totally rewrite the first and last scenes, I'm guessing. The first probably needs it more than the last.

Inevitably, when I set my Pidgin status to "Writing" I get distracted and do other things. Sometimes for hours. Even when I've got my document open and everything all arranged and I know I'm going to start writing right now. This procrastination is, as always, a manifestation of my fear of writing--or rather, my fear of being criticized, which comes from my big insecurity over being perceived as "wrong" in some way. Which comes from being right most of the time, I suppose, though it was very much heightened by a certain event when I was eighteen when I was told I was wrong about something very deep and dear to me.

1581 words on the Snow Queen story today. I anticipate a thoroughly awful first draft. But I keep telling myself that awful drafts or even awful finished pieces of absolute terrible drivel are better than unfinished masterpieces. I just have to keep slogging away, especially when it gets hard.

My mother is trying to tell me the reason that I'm sleeping poorly is that the way my (makeshift) bed is situated, my head is pointing north and that I should try sleeping at the other end. Because feng shui says so. I'm tempted to try it.

And on a last random but disturbing note, Pidgin crashes the first time I try to tell anyone about the AI in Zak's story. It's really fucking creepy. Once, it did it 3 times in a row. Is it some string of characters that I end up using that somehow breaks the program? Am I typing too fast? I have no idea. Thinking about putting some of my Zakai writings online. Don't know. Weird brain I have.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
So someone had a random challenge they'd issued in a journal on an art site. I'd seen the same thing before, but I'm curious to see what you all come up with. :)

It's said that Ernest Hemingway was told to write a story in exactly six words. What he came up with is the following - "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."

So I extend the challenge out to you. Write, in exactly six words, the following.
a) Your autobiography
b) Your love life
c) A story
Do one, two, or all three. Or more than one of each, but they've all got to be self-contained within six words.

Here's mine:
Autobiography: Nope, damn. Still just crazy again.
Love life: Rain-damp kisses tasting of chocolate.
Story: Not a bang, just a flutter.

Edit: I feel like a douche. I zoned out and misspelled Hemingway one of the times. In big letters. I think it's 'cause Simon's last name is Hemming with two 'm's. >_< Fixed now.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
More than a little depressed, but this website says it's Saturday so I'm okay. I think I'm going to get some writing done and drown my sorrows in some kind of engrossing single-player game until my parents drag me off to do more farm stuff.

Pondering a noontime-breakfast other than cereal, but not much use cooking if it's only me. I should start cooking more, again, but I just get a bit frustrated with my gluten-free diet. (Celiac disease. I should write a post about it and how much fun it is to eat out one of these days.)

Also, I'm regretting Facebook again. I joined it while I was in Maine at the prodding of some of my co-workers, but I listed my school info so I keep getting messages from people I went to high school with. I am terrified of people I went to high school with, because catching up with them inevitably means talking about all the shit that's happened in my life and why the smart kid didn't go to college etc. etc. Admittedly, it did go well once, even if she did turn around and stand me up for a date-in-the-non-romantic-sense.

Sorry I'm so whiny lately, folks. And posting so much. It'll go away. And suffering's good for me, right?

and progress and the future.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
So I actually did do productive things about my problems. I also went on a community-joining binge.  I may leave some of them, but eh. Will see.

Also, did I mention that I got horsies today? Two more horsies. Arabian fillies. One's a gray named Bella, the other's bay with three white socks. I may name her "Dima" which supposedly means "downpour" in Arabic. It would be very appropriate, since it poured rain both when we went to see them the first time and when we were bringing them home. Not sure. It does mean more work ahead of me, especially since they're both rescue horses and need a lot of care and work, and, as always, I'm the one home most of the time.

I still have no idea which writing project to work on. Snow Queen, probably. Meh. Barely wrote today. Just been busy lately.


May. 22nd, 2009 11:08 pm
seidskratti: I can see beauty where others see ugliness. That either makes me an artist, or a person of very poor taste. --Anonymous (Beauty)
What? Another stupid drabble? Yes.

The plague crept in on little rat feet... )
seidskratti: Dead man. (HNN)
The auction, the goats, and the entire South can kiss my ass. Left around 2pm, got home between 11:30 and midnight. The most that any of the goats sold for was $50, which isn't bad, but the girls all sold for under that. It's very far from turning a profit. The only cool bit about going up there is passing the old peanut... mill? processing plant? near Graceville. It's an awesome-looking abandoned factory that I've always wanted to go play in and explore. One of these days, I will.

Didn't get to sleep until... I don't know. 7? 8? And it was poor sleep at that. I woke up for a while at 10-something, then went back to sleep until noonish. The melatonin I took seemed to have the opposite effect from what was intended. Between that and my day, I might actually sleep tonight.

Working on a design for shirt.woot derby, possibly. The theme is "dance". My pic is titled "Don't need legs to boogie." Snakey love.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
Re-read an old story (probably going to be a novella?) which is a retelling of Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen in a kinda steampunk/anachronistic tone. Some bits are honestly some of the best I've ever written, and it's heavy on style/voice. Pretty neat. It's still definitely a first draft. The wild raven is awesome, though. I only hope my equivalent of the 'tame raven' is equally so. (One word: clockwork.)

Made myself write a bit, using a timer and booze. Got 645 words out. Meant to write more, but got distracted and did strange things. Like write a drabble. And design a tattoo ( ).

Also remembered I'd made this icon of my character Jack. Say hello to Jack's awesome gas mask.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Raven)
Written for [community profile] fiction_drabbles 


I told her. I mean, it says in my listing, “Cases at my discretion.” There are some things I just can't afford to get involved with. Nothing personal, I just have to look after my career first and foremost. Everyone's got their lines they don't cross and mine is simple: I don't mess with werewolves.

But there's her face, sad and lost and beautiful. There's the empty bench on my way into work where the city's omega usually sleeps. There's the nighttime silence that should be filled with song. She just wants her husband back.

I pick up the phone.


May. 19th, 2009 10:34 pm
seidskratti: I can see beauty where others see ugliness. That either makes me an artist, or a person of very poor taste. --Anonymous (Beauty)
So while I was procrastinating and not writing, I drew (well, digitally painted) the weirdest thing I've ever drawn. Ever. This from the guy who draws cyberpunk centaursvegetable-octopus hybrids, and chibi cyborgs cuddling spines.

Image under the cut... )

I made it into a wallpaper, too, if anyone's interested. Similar but not identical background.
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Time)
Figured I could probably post some drabbles here, since I'm probably never going to try and publish them. This one's been posted online a couple times, so couldn't give anyone first rights, anyway. Still my favorite, though. Sometimes I think I should expand it into a full-fledged short story, but my first attempt failed when I realized it meant I'd have to research really depressing topics like child oncology and Oprah.


“Dying Boy, Eight, Seeks Prayer Answered.”

All the networks covered it: his inoperable brain tumor, his unspoken wish. Debated, it lingered on lips, filling stadiums with candles and Brian's name.

Last night, the angel came down, unexpectedly glorious. Dozens claimed the first photo of its unnatural symmetry, were brushed away till only we staff remained. It happened quickly, hushed, but still we heard.

“What did he ask for?” My girlfriend asked as I stepped out, shaken.

“He said.... he didn't want to die alone.”

The bombs took bloom like hospital roses, the night sky shattered by the threat of wings.
seidskratti: Cowboy scientist riding a protozoan. (SCIENCE!)
Ask it the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow...

This was pretty much just an excuse to see how this icon looks with my layout, since [profile] edgeraven has me worrying about aesthetics now, damn him.  ;)

It still totally sounds like the kind of thing that, if we were living in science fiction, would develop sentience and take over the world. It even has a cool name.


May. 19th, 2009 04:52 am
seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Smoky...things.)
Going to be a 12-year-old fangirl and post song lyrics now, because I just looked up the lyrics to an Asian Kung-Fu Generation song I liked a lot. Like it even more now. I probably won't do this that often, but it's 5am and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Sleeping now (after I write).







Rough English translation under the cut... )
seidskratti: Dead man. (HNN)
Today started pretty awfully. Slept until almost 3pm (because I hadn't gone to bed until almost 7am. Sleep schedule is ruined at the moment), woke up cold and tired and grumpy. One of my triops had mortally wounded another one, too, so I'm down to two three-eyed mutant space-crustaceans now. When I let my puppy out, she attacked one of the young chickens and got her cornered into a tight little space under the house. Bruised/scraped my arm all to hell rescuing the stupid bird while the dog kept trying to pull out her feathers. When the puppy is intent on something--like chasing animals--she completely stops listening to commands, including "No." Frustrating enough that we're talking about muzzling her while she's outside just so she can't bite things. She'll probably still chase them and get them stuck, though... I don't know. Later, I felt exhausted and almost had a panic attack just because I utterly couldn't concentrate. I probably need to be on ADD meds again, but that means going to the doctor, which means making an appointment and finding some way to get to it and... nng. I just need a car. Or a motorcycle! But the motorcycle got given away and the two cars sitting out there don't run. We just have non-running cars parked in front of the shed like proper rednecks.

Things got a little better in the evening, pretty much after I had my first dose of caffeine for the day.  Got the Dreamwidth account and screwed around with it, rp'ed the Magnificent Bastard a little bit and drank more tea.

I'm really behind in my writing. I've been working through some writing excercises from a book, but skipped doing it yesterday and I still haven't done it today, either, even though it's nearing 3am. I have a novelette (Chosen Duties) likely sitting in the slush pile at Asimov's at the moment, so that's good, but my other "completed" story (Sanctuary, which is kinda... uh... post-apocalyptic romance) is still in draft stage. There's plot problems that I'm not sure how to fix and while other people really like the concept, I'm still not that fond. If anyone out there wants to give it a readthrough and see if you notice anything that others have missed, let me know.  I always appreciate critique.

I have a couple more stories on the drawing board. One is taking a lot of research which I'm slowly but surely getting through, the other just stems from a character (Simon) that really grabbed me. I just need to sit down and write. And not get distracted by shiny things or frustrated by... frustrating things.

Feeling physically  a bit better today, though, aside from fatigue. Maybe whatever's wrong with me is going away again?

seidskratti: Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. (Default)
Well. Wow. I have a journal here. I, like many here, am a Livejournal expat of sorts, though I'm really just awful at keeping up with these kind of things. My LJ has, in the last year, become home to little more than my Twitter feed and rats. When [profile] edgeraven  offered me a code, I decided to go ahead and jump.

Still not entirely sure what I'm going to post here. Things should have a flavor, shouldn't they? A theme? I'll probably talk about writing, a lot, since that's mostly what I've got going on right now. Maybe I'll bitch about life in old-fashioned LJ fashion. I'll possibly post some pics of steampunk or other costumes and crafts I'm working on. I'll more than likely make offensive jokes and post links to things that are only funny to a very small percentage of the population.

In other words, I'll pretty much be myself. It might get kinda weird.

If you know me from elsewhere or if  I just sound interesting, feel free to read. Might watch you back, might not.



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