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blamebrampton) wrote2007-12-31 08:02 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2007-12-31 08:02 pm
No, seriously, it's still June, yeah?
Peering back through the mists of time I remember a pure maths lecture I once had that seemed to take about a year each week. Funnily enough, this year seems to have taken less time to pass than those lectures used to.
Which either means that I am getting old, or that I am moving really, really quickly.
So, despite not being quite through May with my To Do lists, I am going to face the inevitable and sum up my 2007.
Good things
Discovered fandom!
Met the loveliest people in the HP fic community. Seriously, I cannot believe what a talented and caring bunch you all are. Sure, I suspect that the joys of chatting withanthimaeria, jadzialove and snottygrrl may be to blame for me being so far behind with what needed to be done this year, (I'm being kind to you spark_of_chaos, because we only rave over F1) and I am definitely laying my fic tardiness at the feet of sansa1970, calanthe_fics, bryoneybrynn, furiosity and fourth_rose, because I spent too much time reading their fics and having fun exchanging comments, (I'd add in lovely leochi, but I am SO behind on my art comments!) and now I have frayach and mirabellawotr and so many other amazing writers to read through ... I may never tidy the house again ...
Wrote over 100,000 words of fic. Goodness!
Actually made it further through my RL novel, double goodness!
Survived the election.
Drastically improved my throwing arm.
Learned to make lace.
Continued to be perceived as an excellent role model for all friends' children, all the better to subvert them and win them to my midget army that will sweep into positions of power over the next 30 years.
Dear old friend who dumped my like a hot stone when I gave her husband a ball-tearing over his repeated cheating on her a few years ago (he told her that I had just attacked him for no good reason, and I didn't have it in me to break her heart (at least, not without photographic evidence)) apologised and said "can we go back?" when he walked out on her for a bimbo. (I cannot hold her loyalty to her husband against her, though I do wish she'd been smarter in selecting said husband.)
England did SO WELL in the Rugby World Cup.
KIMI WON THE F1 DRIVERS' CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!! FERRARI WON CONSTRUCTORS'!!!
Stupid things
My beloved and I have a gift for the ridiculous. Some of our better ones:
Me, while watching Gordon Ramsey attempt to bond a team of feuding cooks over a game of football: "Wow, he's actually quite good with a ball ... Oh ..."
In a similar note, me watching Escape to Victory, a film in which the Allied prisoners of war play the Germans at football: "Good grief! Look at that actor, he's amazing! That footwork is beautiful! Oh god, look at that pass … oh … it's Pele, isn't it?"
Me, camping at Easter: "It's so lucky there's a full moon."
Beloved, on discussing the DVD-recorder I will buy him as soon as he chooses one: "I just don't know where we're going to put it, there's not a lot of space in our tiny room."
Me: "Surely we'll just put it where the DVD player is?"
Beloved: "Oh yeah, because it plays, too ..."
Me, todumbys_baby: "Harry Potter porn? Oh my darling girl that is the most appalling thing I've ever heard, what a ridiculous idea! I mean, who would you slash in that universe? Harry and Draco? No! No … well, actually …"
To do in 2008
Finish all WIPs.
Read more fic.
Thankdumbys_baby more often.
Catch up on the 50 or so recs I have in my file to do.
Be a better reviewer!
Regain fast running skills.
Relearn horsey skills.
Hire housecleaner.
Get the hang of lj and archives, at last.
Which either means that I am getting old, or that I am moving really, really quickly.
So, despite not being quite through May with my To Do lists, I am going to face the inevitable and sum up my 2007.
Good things
Discovered fandom!
Met the loveliest people in the HP fic community. Seriously, I cannot believe what a talented and caring bunch you all are. Sure, I suspect that the joys of chatting with
anthimaeria, jadzialove and snottygrrl may be to blame for me being so far behind with what needed to be done this year, (I'm being kind to you spark_of_chaos, because we only rave over F1) and I am definitely laying my fic tardiness at the feet of sansa1970, calanthe_fics, bryoneybrynn, furiosity and fourth_rose, because I spent too much time reading their fics and having fun exchanging comments, (I'd add in lovely leochi, but I am SO behind on my art comments!) and now I have frayach and mirabellawotr and so many other amazing writers to read through ... I may never tidy the house again ...Wrote over 100,000 words of fic. Goodness!
Actually made it further through my RL novel, double goodness!
Survived the election.
Drastically improved my throwing arm.
Learned to make lace.
Continued to be perceived as an excellent role model for all friends' children, all the better to subvert them and win them to my midget army that will sweep into positions of power over the next 30 years.
Dear old friend who dumped my like a hot stone when I gave her husband a ball-tearing over his repeated cheating on her a few years ago (he told her that I had just attacked him for no good reason, and I didn't have it in me to break her heart (at least, not without photographic evidence)) apologised and said "can we go back?" when he walked out on her for a bimbo. (I cannot hold her loyalty to her husband against her, though I do wish she'd been smarter in selecting said husband.)
England did SO WELL in the Rugby World Cup.
KIMI WON THE F1 DRIVERS' CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!! FERRARI WON CONSTRUCTORS'!!!
Bad things
Was driven 2000km in two days of holiday traffic (often moving at 5kph) on a ridiculous mission only to have the petrol tank break 50km from home (at least we were nearly out of petrol, so it was annoying and a two hour wait for a tow, rather than fiery terror!)
Still only up to May in to-do list.
Oh the finances, they are dire ...
I still can't run fast. Stupid foot and unfitness.
I cut a slash in my favourite skirt while dressmaking the other day and now I will have to patch it with bias and ribbon and try to make it look like a design feature, while all the time knowing it is a mark of my STUPIDITY!!
My evil grandmother died ... no, hang on, this may be the wrong list ... (she was significantly evil).
Booked jumping lessons to brush-up on my very rusty equestrian skills just as equine flu hit Sydney and all stables shut down. D'oh.
Multiple divorces in the peer group, but at least no deaths this year.
Bloody Springboks actually won Rugby World Cup.
Let us not speak of the Ashes.
Was driven 2000km in two days of holiday traffic (often moving at 5kph) on a ridiculous mission only to have the petrol tank break 50km from home (at least we were nearly out of petrol, so it was annoying and a two hour wait for a tow, rather than fiery terror!)
Still only up to May in to-do list.
Oh the finances, they are dire ...
I still can't run fast. Stupid foot and unfitness.
I cut a slash in my favourite skirt while dressmaking the other day and now I will have to patch it with bias and ribbon and try to make it look like a design feature, while all the time knowing it is a mark of my STUPIDITY!!
My evil grandmother died ... no, hang on, this may be the wrong list ... (she was significantly evil).
Booked jumping lessons to brush-up on my very rusty equestrian skills just as equine flu hit Sydney and all stables shut down. D'oh.
Multiple divorces in the peer group, but at least no deaths this year.
Bloody Springboks actually won Rugby World Cup.
Let us not speak of the Ashes.
Stupid things
My beloved and I have a gift for the ridiculous. Some of our better ones:
Me, while watching Gordon Ramsey attempt to bond a team of feuding cooks over a game of football: "Wow, he's actually quite good with a ball ... Oh ..."
In a similar note, me watching Escape to Victory, a film in which the Allied prisoners of war play the Germans at football: "Good grief! Look at that actor, he's amazing! That footwork is beautiful! Oh god, look at that pass … oh … it's Pele, isn't it?"
Me, camping at Easter: "It's so lucky there's a full moon."
Beloved, on discussing the DVD-recorder I will buy him as soon as he chooses one: "I just don't know where we're going to put it, there's not a lot of space in our tiny room."
Me: "Surely we'll just put it where the DVD player is?"
Beloved: "Oh yeah, because it plays, too ..."
Me, to
dumbys_baby: "Harry Potter porn? Oh my darling girl that is the most appalling thing I've ever heard, what a ridiculous idea! I mean, who would you slash in that universe? Harry and Draco? No! No … well, actually …"To do in 2008
Finish all WIPs.
Read more fic.
Thank
dumbys_baby more often. Catch up on the 50 or so recs I have in my file to do.
Be a better reviewer!
Regain fast running skills.
Relearn horsey skills.
Hire housecleaner.
Get the hang of lj and archives, at last.
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and, er, actually, it's an empty tank that causes fiery terror, cause it's the fumes that cause the real problems. i have a really funny story about cars and fire and petrol and briefcases, and if we are ever in the same room (or on the phone, which we really should do sometime) i'll relay it. [*nods*]
in any case, am glad you were not blown up or even singed.
yays for 2008
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That's a good point, actually ... but what had happened was that one of the fuel hoses had disconnected, so if we'd had lots of petrol then the car would be standing in a big puddle of it and the likelihood of FWOOOOOM! with the road temp and careless smokers (and this is New South Wales, so let us not discount passing bushfires) would have been more pressing.
The funny thing was that I called what was wrong with the car when the trouble started a few miles before the sudden death (and we were SO lucky it was just before we made it onto the bridge, where there is no shoulder), but my beloved ignored me because I can't even drive. Can't drive, but can smell petrol.
I SO want to hear your story now. Ooh, and I have to email you, too. May do that tonight if the boy does not arise from the dead. I have only 100 minutes left to get to this party ...
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