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kittydesadeIt's definitely a weird day when the defining quotes for the section header on the LiveJournal seem to be comprised entirely from lyrics of middle-era Sting songs.
So, after a day of slacking on and off and actaully getting off my lazy butt and doing a bit of grocery shopping, I have an added-to web page. The Lair of the Inimitable Jaguar Kitty de Sade. AKA Jaguar's lair, the link is up there *points up*, go look, I'm too tired to cut and paste now. Making a last run-through to see what else might be inspiring at the moment or just needing fixing, and then it's back to the damn Champions story for me. We'll see how much of that I get done tonight. I should really have some sort of a thermometer for the thing. Oh well.
I thought about making another antagonistic post on my DJ. I thought long and hard. But then I thought... I already know he reads it. Why bother? I already know Le Gaston of the Big Boots (and you know what they say about guys with big boots, wink wink) and Orlando of the Ambiguous Gender and Sad Anime Boy and the rest of that lot read the journal and get far too much enjoyment out of leaving little snippy comments on it. But... really. Why should I enable their sad and pathetic lack of a life? I swear... the day I move out will be the day they all keel over dead, because they won't have anywhere to direct the rage that keeps them alive. It's an incredibly sad and pathetic existance, and as much as it annoys me that their entire focus is on me for no apparent reason... well. It's just plain sad.
Let's see. There's a bit of a thing stolen from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lieuwecaritas
1. How did you first find my journal?
2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
3. What's your favorite part of my journal?
4. What's your least favorite part of my journal?
5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
6. Recommend a book to me. Because I need more reading material.
7. Recommend an LJ user to me. Kitty needs friends too!
Debating again on whether or not to start editing the massive-ass fic that is my Jenna Constantine fic. I swear, it's massive. It's novel length. Literally. And by the time I'm done editing it the damn thing will probably be even longer. Which is a rather scary thought. It's based off of a character I created for a Vertigo RPG one shot type thing. I guess I went a little overboard on the background. I guess I'll edit it. It's not like I don't have enough projects *eyeroll* But then, the LXG round robins really are dying.
POST, DAMN YOU! POST!
I'll have to come up with something withalmightyhat tonight. Although either way, those two things don't really count as projects anymore. So I guess I'll replace them with the history project and the Jenna project and the Champions novel. What I really need to do is finish RiP so I get one long-standing fic off my back. Maybe I'll try and do that this weekend. Heh. And, as often as I say that, maybe we'll be rained upon by Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs, too. Well, at least I can make an effort. Should be interesting. I think I'll do Laurel next, although I can't for the life of me remember which Ghost she was taking on.
Dum da dum. I wish I could draw better. My first purchase with my first paycheck keeps vacillating between a light-board-pen-thing and a scanner. It'll probably end up being a light-board-pen-thing because I don't have the patience to learn to color shit in and scan it and make it look good on the computer. Better I just line draw things, trace them over with the light pen thingie, and color them on the computer. I'm actually vaguely decent at doing that.
Okay. Enough stalling. I have a list of projects as long as my arm (I wish it were as long as something else. Not really. Heee! Jason Statham...) and none of them are getting done while I'm sitting here blathering. Champions first, and then the rest of the stuff.
EDIT: DUNCAN! Dunky dunky duncan! I got an e-mail from my Duncan! AUGH! *runs around in circles*
Ahem. For the uninitiated, Duncan is an old and dear friend of mine for... um. Five? Six years? Lots of time. Long time. Haven't heard from him in a while.
Yay Duncan!
EDIT2: Hee. I made a new Firefly Journal Buddy Guard thingie for my new LJpawprintletters for my slushpile of fiction.
To Do
1. 10,000 words in Champions
2. History project
3. Edit 1st chapter in Jenna, rework index page
4. Check links on home page
5. Write chapter in RiP
So, after a day of slacking on and off and actaully getting off my lazy butt and doing a bit of grocery shopping, I have an added-to web page. The Lair of the Inimitable Jaguar Kitty de Sade. AKA Jaguar's lair, the link is up there *points up*, go look, I'm too tired to cut and paste now. Making a last run-through to see what else might be inspiring at the moment or just needing fixing, and then it's back to the damn Champions story for me. We'll see how much of that I get done tonight. I should really have some sort of a thermometer for the thing. Oh well.
I thought about making another antagonistic post on my DJ. I thought long and hard. But then I thought... I already know he reads it. Why bother? I already know Le Gaston of the Big Boots (and you know what they say about guys with big boots, wink wink) and Orlando of the Ambiguous Gender and Sad Anime Boy and the rest of that lot read the journal and get far too much enjoyment out of leaving little snippy comments on it. But... really. Why should I enable their sad and pathetic lack of a life? I swear... the day I move out will be the day they all keel over dead, because they won't have anywhere to direct the rage that keeps them alive. It's an incredibly sad and pathetic existance, and as much as it annoys me that their entire focus is on me for no apparent reason... well. It's just plain sad.
Let's see. There's a bit of a thing stolen from
lieuwecaritas1. How did you first find my journal?
2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
3. What's your favorite part of my journal?
4. What's your least favorite part of my journal?
5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
6. Recommend a book to me. Because I need more reading material.
7. Recommend an LJ user to me. Kitty needs friends too!
Debating again on whether or not to start editing the massive-ass fic that is my Jenna Constantine fic. I swear, it's massive. It's novel length. Literally. And by the time I'm done editing it the damn thing will probably be even longer. Which is a rather scary thought. It's based off of a character I created for a Vertigo RPG one shot type thing. I guess I went a little overboard on the background. I guess I'll edit it. It's not like I don't have enough projects *eyeroll* But then, the LXG round robins really are dying.
POST, DAMN YOU! POST!
I'll have to come up with something with
almightyhat tonight. Although either way, those two things don't really count as projects anymore. So I guess I'll replace them with the history project and the Jenna project and the Champions novel. What I really need to do is finish RiP so I get one long-standing fic off my back. Maybe I'll try and do that this weekend. Heh. And, as often as I say that, maybe we'll be rained upon by Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs, too. Well, at least I can make an effort. Should be interesting. I think I'll do Laurel next, although I can't for the life of me remember which Ghost she was taking on. Dum da dum. I wish I could draw better. My first purchase with my first paycheck keeps vacillating between a light-board-pen-thing and a scanner. It'll probably end up being a light-board-pen-thing because I don't have the patience to learn to color shit in and scan it and make it look good on the computer. Better I just line draw things, trace them over with the light pen thingie, and color them on the computer. I'm actually vaguely decent at doing that.
Okay. Enough stalling. I have a list of projects as long as my arm (I wish it were as long as something else. Not really. Heee! Jason Statham...) and none of them are getting done while I'm sitting here blathering. Champions first, and then the rest of the stuff.
EDIT: DUNCAN! Dunky dunky duncan! I got an e-mail from my Duncan! AUGH! *runs around in circles*
Ahem. For the uninitiated, Duncan is an old and dear friend of mine for... um. Five? Six years? Lots of time. Long time. Haven't heard from him in a while.
Yay Duncan!
EDIT2: Hee. I made a new Firefly Journal Buddy Guard thingie for my new LJ
pawprintletters for my slushpile of fiction.To Do
1. 10,000 words in Champions
2. History project
3. Edit 1st chapter in Jenna, rework index page
4. Check links on home page
5. Write chapter in RiP
