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I have been out of academia for so long that I have forgotten how to do citations ;_; Send help.

Then again, I don't think I've ever felt the need to quote a song in an essay for academia. I once did quote Monty Python's killer rabbit scene for the Shibboleth of Elizabeth I essay*, but quoting Meat Loaf in an essay (or is it just a shipping manifesto? meta? a pathetic defence of mah OTP? i don't know really) is a new one even for me². Is there even a rule for it? Damn, this is not what I signed up for ~~all I was supposed to write was a damn love story and this is what my mind comes up with WHYYYY~~

~~Incidentally, elleth, this is all your fault. But you should have done the job yourself BECAUSE I SUCK~~

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*not the actual title of the essay but the tag I used for it on LJ.

²not the most inappropriate choice of quote though. I mean, my husband managed to quote Asterix in Switzerland for his PhD thesis in Chemistry. His geekery may be different from mine, but geekery it is.

Crossposts: http://oloriel.livejournal.com/573969.html

Soooo I have no internet for a week and the world goes batshit. Again. I'll assume that the batshit didn't happen as a direct consequence of my offlinishness. I'll also assume that enough has been said about the batshit so I don't have to try and sum it up now.

Instead, I'll babble a bit about fannish matters.

Being without internet access, I was afraid that I'd miss the deadline for this month's SWG challenge. Finished the story (without access to my online sources, wah!), and today the internet came back so I managed to post it. Afterwards, I learned that the deadline has been postponed by two weeks (!!!) because so many people found it hard to meet it.
I should be relaxed and content but instead, I'm all fidgety and anxious. I mean, basically there are two options,
A) I got the challenge completely wrong and my response is useless and people will hate me and I'll get kicked out of the SWG (yes, I know it's not that kind of guild! Try to get my amygdala to understand that!). Half my f-list will kick me off theirs because I'm too stupid to belong there.
B) I just happened to be lucky and all is well.
(In all honesty, I chose Galadriel as my protagonist because you can basically throw every prompt at her and it'll work with her story somehow, right?)

I've decided against giving in to my panicked inner critic and rework the whole story because of an anecdote my husband likes to tell about his graduation exams in maths. It was a four-hour exam and he was done after two hours, so like any normal person, he was convinced that he had missed something important. So he triple-checked his responses and, indeed, he found an error pretty early on in his calculation, based on which all the rest of his response was wrong. Relieved, he reworked the whole thing and handed it in.
His grade was OK, albeit not as good as he'd hoped.
Ten years later, you can look into your exam papers, and Jörg was curious.
Next to the erroneous calculations that Jörg had crossed out, the teacher had scrawled "1+" (the best possible grade in Germany). Underneath the corrected calculations, the official grade of "2-" (between B and C) was accompanied by "too bad". Jörg had got it right the first time... and because he hadn't trusted his luck, had thrown away a perfect grade.
(On the other hand, he scored one in Latin because the exam text happened to be something he'd translated with a student he was tutoring a mere week before the exam. I can tell that story now because this was all a long time ago! As illustrated by the fact that he could choose Latin for his language exam. (I hear my old school recently added Chinese to the exam canon. O tempora, o mores. Not that there's anything wrong with Chinese, it just goes to show how the focus has changed!))

So I'm just not gonna touch it at this point and see what happens. It's only fanfic, right?
(Whom am I kidding. It's never "only fanfic". It's always a brainchild that's out in a potentially hostile world!)

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Since it's now getting broadcast on German TV, I could use this chance to rant about everything that annoyed me about the ultimate season of Sherlock, but I'm not sure I should open that can of worms. Or should I? Do any of you want to? For the time being, let me just make fun of myself. There's definitely a LOT of beef to be had with that Sherlock season but the thing that bothers me most? ( Potential spoiler for Sherlock S4 )

Current Mood: anxious
Crossposts: http://oloriel.livejournal.com/571553.html

You know your brain is a silly place when...

in the light of the papal election, somebody translates "You can has cheezburger" into Latin and makes it Potes habere bubula cum caseus and your first reaction is "But wait, bubula should be in the accusative, so, bubulam, and cum requires the ablative case, so it should be caseo..."
And your second reaction is "But well, 'You can has cheezburger' is grammatically incorrect, too, so maybe this is intentional?"

... and you still haven't made up your mind whether it should be corrected or not.
*facepalms*
Maybe I should just ask.

~~Of course, these days you can't be certain that your cheeseburger is actually made of beef, so maybe equinam would be more appropriate anyway?~~

Current Mood: amused

(Or Guys, guys! to the three guys in the audience.)

YOU KNOW WHAT.

There's a copy of Thorin's Map in the Hobbit Art & Design book and YOU KNOW WHAT.
THERE ARE MOON RUNES ON IT THAT ACTUALLY ARE ONLY VISIBLE WHEN THE LIGHT COMES FROM A CERTAIN ANGLE. (I discovered them by chance because our living room lights are totally weird.) HOW AWESOME IS THAT.

VERY AWESOME, THAT'S HOW.
(In fact, the whole book pretty much rocks, except for the Radagast bits, which are way too Discworldly for my humble taste, but YMMV.)
No, I still haven't seen the movie, why?

Other than that, hello world! My brain is completely fried from Christmas preparations, Christmas celebrations (including a horrible, horrible pageant), family, a most embarrassing plethora of gifts and, above all, FOOOOOOOOOD. When I'm not trying to keep up with stuff, I come up with horrible, horrible jokes like this one

Told you, brain fried.

But (at this point) mostly in a good way.

To you all, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, including (but not limited to) Christmas, and if you aren't celebrating anything yet (or anymore), Happy Time of the Week!

Lyra out. Gotta prepare more FOOOOOOOOOD.
Cheers!

Current Mood: full

HAPPY NEXT DAY!

Good thing I bought (most) of the necessary Christmas gifts already ;P

ETA:

joyful_molly, your card arrived! Thank you so much! I'm very glad you thought of the velociraptors, too. They never get enough love. (Or even just goodwill.) :D

PS PS: Ok, I LOL'D. (The German text says: "Now or never! Apocalypse getaway car.")

I've got a miracle healing story to tell!

Well, sort of.

So my NaNo got to That Point at which the planning stops and you just don't really know how to fill up the bits that are missing until you're back at a point for which you sort of thought aheaad. You know That Point? Well, it happens to me a lot. It happened today. About 300 words written, and then... I got stuck.

And stuck.
And stuck.

The cursor blinks accusingly on the blank page, and the word count refuses to rise. Type a sentence, delete it again. Rack brain, produce no output.

Well, today is Donation Day over on NaNoWriMo.org, and I figured, you know, what the hell. Now that you actually have a paypal account, and there are a few sorry dollars left on it... go ahead and donate. This is the sixth time you're taking part in NaNo, so how about a little thank-you for the ride?
So I went and donated. Not much because I can't afford that ATM, so the adorably gushy thank-you mail I received made me feel rather embarrassed (I assume it's the same e-mail whether you donate ten bucks or a thousand?).
And then I went back to look at my accusingly blinking cursor in the Open Office Writer document of my 2012 NaNovel... and suddenly I realised that a tiny, insignificant detail I'd previously mentioned in a different context could totally give rise to a twist that would UNHINGE MY CHARACTERS' WORLD MWAHAHAHAHAH but, more importantly, move the story onwards where I wanted it.

Which was surely totally due to making the donation*. So, you know, if you get stuck with your NaNo, totally go and make a donation, it might work for you too? ;)

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*In fact, psychologically, it might as well have been - just the other way round. "Come on, you actually put money into it now, now you HAVE to come up with somethi--- oooh, avuncular treason observed by the clueless! Shiny!"

Another week, another checkup... bear with me, it'll be over soon!

Baby Stony is now (mathematically, i.e. from measuring the length of his femur in the ultrasound and then doing some calculations) about 44 cm long. His head measures around 32 cm and he weighs (again, mathematically) 3100 g. In other words, if he wants to come out now, that's ok, he's pretty much complete. (So the bump may be smallish, but the baby is still larger than average for his "age". I'm just not a big person, 'k? :P)
Fortunately he doesn't appear to be in a particular hurry, though - despite his convenient cephalic presentation, he hasn't sunk in deep enough to put sufficient pressure on the cervix yet.
As he had kindly turned to the left (he can't turn vertically any more, but he does a lot of horizontal turns to make up for it), we actually managed to see his face again. First he kept his hands in front of his mouth, but when the gyn turned away from the head and looked at other parts, he eventually took his arms down. So now I have another cute ultrasound face shot after all. Half-"shadowed" and half-obscured, but still reasonably recogniseable!

( Lil' grumpface again! Under the cut for those who don't like baby photos )

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My parents have given us a CD with baby noises (and an instructive booklet) which is meant to prepare dogs or cats for the arrival of a baby unto the family. The cats are (so far) entirely unimpressed; Mr. Darcy ignored the baby sounds entirely, and 'náro just glanced around briefly before returning to whatever he was doing. But then, they are really good at differentiating between "real" and "fake" noises - or sights, for that matter - anyway. They don't react to strange dogs or cats that appear on TV anymore, for instance, and while they'll take flight when something loud (like a vacuum cleaner or power drill) is actually used in the room they're in, they'll cheerfully ignore the same loud noise when we're watching home improvement documentaries or the like. Recently I had to take a baby doll to my antenatal classes for practicing breastfeeding positions and diaper-changing. When 'náro saw the doll in my arm, he first froze in alarm, and when I set the doll down to see what would happen (would've been interesting to know his reaction in advance, after all), he only veeery cautiously came closer, but after a brief sniff decided that it wasn't alive and just walked on. (He's somewhat wary around real children, like those of our tenants or the "Pony Party" crowd: apparently the combination of "human but small" and "moving unpredictably and making lots of noise" isn't his cuppa at all.)
In short: It seems we won't be able to "train" our cats to accept the presence of a baby by playing taped baby noises or handling a dummy, as they see through the ruse. We'll have to wait for the real thing.

I, on the other hand, found the CD terribly upsetting. See, there are all these baby sounds starting at merely curious gurgles but pretty soon moving towards distress sounds and, eventually, squalling. The cats may be able to ignore it, but I, despite the knowledge that for Eru's sake, there's no real unhappy baby present, feel all itchy and distressed and longing to run and help. I could hardly force myself to sit still. THE MOMMY SIGNAL! MOMMY TO THE RESCUE! Over a damn CD!

In conclusion: I am less smart than the cats. Bloody hormones. XD

Current Mood: amused

... also, whenever the books talk about how Chaucer totally definitely was a "king's man", my brain automatically goes to Númenor. Dear self: FOCUS PLS.

... and get the hell away from university when Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is on TV, and, watching it, you first go "AAAAH that's designated for a museum will you stop touching it with your bare grubby paws?!"*, and then, when the office hour scene comes around, you think "God I HATE professors like that, will you bloody take care of your bloody students already?!"

Yeah. *facepalm* Note to self: It is a movie. It is not real. It is not realistic, nor meant to be. Shut up and enjoy the ride.

EDIT: --- LOL, there's a floor plan of the Wewelsburg in Daddy Jones' notebook. I NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE!

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* One of my exam topics is Museum Anthropology, more specifically The Handling of Anthropologic Objects in a Museum Context. Granted, Anthropology ≠ Archæology, but one should think that with Really Old Stuff you'd have to be even MORE ~~anal~~ careful. YOU, Dr Jones, should damn well know better! Shame on you and SHAME ON YOUR HAT!

Current Mood: brainfried
Current Music: X marks the spot!

Walking through Cologne I chanced to approach the WDR building. Over the entrance they had a great poster for something to do with football, don't ask me, at any rate the caption read something like "DAS ERSTE TOR muss man erleben" ("THE FIRST GOAL is a must-experience").
Except that from the angle at which I was approaching, I could at first only see "ERSTE TOR", which, being ungrammatical, my brain immediately substituted with "ERESTOR". And I was, for a second, before reality caught up with me and I could see the rest of the poster, wondering what the hell the WDR had to do with Erestor. An audiobook broadcast, perhaps? But why would they advertise that with Erestor of all the somewhat more obscure Tolkien characters? (Not that I don't realise that Erestor has quite the fan following, but that's, well, within the fandom.)
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Also I read a - overall pretty good - review of The Graveyard Book. The gist of it was that the book is awesome and a new staple of childrens' literature, but the author of the review was slightly peeved that we never hear about Bod teething, or how the inhabitants of the cemetary dispose of the soiled napkins, because, and that's the interesting part, a real child would certainly do a lot of teething and keeping people up at night (... day) with its crying, and crap a lot of diapers.

This has to be enjoyed appropriately.
We are talking about a book in which a human toddler escapes from a killer and is raised by ghosts in a cemetary and grows up, on the whole, well-adjusted and healthy; and they complain because it is not realistic that he's never shown teething.

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Wow, that is a weird pushing point for willing suspension of disbelief. Teething? Seriously? (Am tempted to suspect that the author of the review just returned to work after a few months of parental leave...)

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Portmanteau - Ah, ça ira

When I was younger, still in school, I would, on occasion, oracle with myself.
I'd think, for example, "If I see at least three people in wheelchairs on my way to school, I'll ace that Latin exam." Or, "If at least five red cars pass me on my way home, there will be a letter waiting for me." Or, "If I win three rounds of this game in a row, Germany will win the soccer world cup."

To the best of my memory it always worked: There were four old ladies in wheelchairs, and I'd ace the exam. There were ten red cars, and sure enough there was a letter - so what if it was only the dentistry bill? I never managed to win three rounds in a row, and the German team didn't even reach the finals.
Of course one might debate endlessly whether I wouldn't have aced that exam anyway in that case, or whether having seen the four wheelchairs I just had the confidence I needed in order not to blackout, or whatever - at any rate the oracling worked. And naturally I know (and knew then) that it is highly improbably that the result of my game has any influence whatsoever on the results of a soccer world cup far away.

Still, yesterday evening I horacled with myself: if I can actually arse myself to reach at least 10,000 words this night, Obama will be the new President. How's that for motivation?

I went to bed at 10,078 words, and woke up to the news that although they hadn't yet tallied all the votes, it was already clear that Obama had won.

Joy. JOY. Thank you, Americans, for doing what I - in my totally not humble and somewhat biased opinion - consider the right thing.

Next up: NaNoing for World Peace. ;)

Also, I am disproportionally amused that Obama kind of paraphrased Fëanor. HAH.

10,078 / 50,000
(20.2%)

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In completely unrelated news, we've had to plough our way through a really difficult piece of early 16th century printmanship. Yes, it was not in fact the words that were difficult, but the way they'd been composed. The editor had used all kinds of nasty little abbreviations, and with the generally unnormatised spelling, that made things very hard to decipher.

Our professor professed (hah!) his surprise that I was able to read it fairly fluently anyway, and commented that I had obviously done this before.

I haven't actually. It's just that many of the abbreviations are a lot like what you'd do in Sindarin. *coughs*

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Quote of the Day:

(So we are reading this Early Modern English sermon with the evil abbreviations and chaotic spelling and odd typeface, which is basically the bishop of Rochester bitching against Martin Luther)
Student: "... by assignment of the most reverend father in God the lord, Thomas Cardinal of Pork..."

I think we are never going to get rid of that mental image. For the rest of the semester, poor Wolsey will be the Cardinal of Pork.

(The Y does look a bit like a P - well, more like a Wynn, in fact - but this, I think, is one of the cases where the context should make the reading clear.)

Current Mood: happy

My fiancé has kind of (temporarily) lost use of his right hand due to tendinitis.

I should not secretly be taking notes for that Maedhros fanfic, should I? >_>

Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: some 9/11 documentary, surprise surprise

Also, ich hab ja so meine Theorien zum Fushimi-Inari-Schrein.

Ich denke ja, das ist eine Springer-Basis. Jedes Torii steht für ein anderes Universum, und wenn man nur weiß wie, kann man vom "Schrein" aus zu jedem beliebigen Punkt springen.
Verrottete Torii stehen für tote Universen und die kleinen auf den Schreinen für weitgehend unerforschte.

Schließlich kann das doch kein Zufall sein, dass da überall Spielleiterstatuen sind, oder?

( Beweisbilder unterm Cut. )

Ladies and Gentlemen, I rest my case.

Current Mood: tired

Today at work I discovered they removed the exhibition photos in the corridors.
Of course I am not quite certain what photography student art has to do with a simulator centre, but I liked those photos. Some were really good. The "One Day in the Life of Maki the Tomcat" series, for example. And at any rate the corridors are looking sad and empty now.
At least I made Colleague S. happy by mentioning that. "Oh, somebody noticed after all!" Poor man, trying to bring art to the scornful macho instructors at our company!
He said "something better" is going to come up soon.
Eh.

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I do NOT need the pseudo-apocalyptic Dagor Dagorath plotbunny to come back. Or rather I did not need it to come back; as it's already shown up, the past tense is appropriate. Why do these plotbunnies always show up when I'm already working on other stories? I have three stories to finish, brloody hell, I do not need a fourth, and certainly not an apocalyptic Real World/Silmarillion crossover!
And I certainly don't want to make it a graphic fanfic. I have no time or patience for drawing comics, let alone a whole novel-sized fic!

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I also do not need another crack bunny vaguely containing Vairë the network administrator, do I. Although that's totally what she would do if she were a mere deity who had to go with the times or perish.

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I blame both of those on my re-reading of Good Omens and on reading The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

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I finally got around to importing all my bookmarks from the old computer to the laptop, and because I'm a thmart gal, I checked them all to see whether they were still working.
Aside from the fact that I'm embarassingly amused by the fact that the Tolkien estate made all the linkies on their page in Tengwar and translated them into Quenya, turning "website" into natsenómë ("net-place"), it probably says a lot about me that I had the link to the Online Etymology Dictionary in the "fun stuff" folder and the link to the French Revolutionary calendar converter in the "useful stuff" folder... >_>

Current Music: Pride and Prejudice

This is a Pinselohrelf (the zoologically correct English term would be Red River elf, but the joke gets kind of lost in translation).

macalla_ knows why.

fuchs knows why his (yes, it's supposed to be a he) name is Oshwatadelooohioht.

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Heute in der Firma haben wir in der Mittagspause kurz Galgenmännchen gespielt. Die Worte, die geraten werden mussten, waren FUSSNOTENTRENNLINIE, REAKTORSCHNELLABSCHALTUNG und LUFTSCHUTZBUNKER.
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Das hat vermutlich eine tiefere Bedeutung, aber sie ist mir temporär entglitten.
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In less amusing news, my project partner - the one from the museum project - wrote to tell me today that she's starting an apprenticeship this summer, which means she's dropping out of uni and thus no longer needs the certificate we've been working for.

At least she's e-mailed me her part of the project report. Well, "her part"... it's supposed to be 15 pages in the end, each of us is supposed to do about half, she sent me four pages. But it's more than nothing, I suppose. >_>

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Began chapter 8 of That Plotbunny From Angband. First time I got beyond chapter 2 of anything, so yay. It now features not one but THREE different character points of view, capslock!Fingon, and a lot of blatant general description. But at least it's still getting written.

Wish I could say the same about my term papers. >.

Current Mood: quixotic

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	Thee	Summer Day	Score
Name	Lyra (56)	Monday 21st August (81)	0 : 1
Loveliness	Lovely	Lovelier	0 : 2
Temperature	98.6° F	60° F	1 : 2
Lease	22.94 years	0.59 years	2 : 2
Complexion			3 : 2
Eyes Can See	2	N/A	5 : 2
Lyra is more lovely, and probably more temperate, than a summers day
Compare Me To A Summers Day

*insert hysterical laughter here*

Current Mood: amused

... ye Valar, how I hate this day! (It's like carnival. I love dressing up, but I hate carnival.)

Please make me a stone.

- which reminds me, though: When my brother and I were re-watching The Two Towers a few days ago, I had a murderous laughing flash quite at the beginning. It's a long story, but as no one has anything better to do than fool or be fooled, I can as well tell it.
Sooo. Y'all know that scene with the three hunters, right? When Aragorn's hugging that stone trying to find out where and how far away and so on the Uruks are? Yes. When I first saw that movie, my first comment was "Oh God let me be that stone". Which, of course, quickly advanced to running gag and was applied whenever one re-watched that scene (and this being LOTR, it was re-watched often).
Now, this running gag got overlayered in my insane little fangirlish brain with - of course, River on Miranda. "Please, God, make me a stone."
So, River is an Aragorn fangirl too.
And that was when I broke into a gigglefit.

Also, I'm still terribly amused that in this country, Brokeback Mountain got the same rating as Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Analyze that.

...Yes, I'm pathetic like that. What else is new?

And now I go and post the last bit of the LoCreMo deal, which I did finish yesterday, i.e., in March, but couldn't scan and upload because my boyfriend whined about having to get up early.

In happy news: The kittens have opened their eyes halfway now! Which also means that I'm scared of taking photos now, though, because the lighting isn't good enough to take pictures without flash, and I don't want to accidentally blind them just for a photo. So, sorry.

Current Mood: immune to April cheer

... zome, I just uploaded my 100th icon. Which I never thought I'd reach.
BUT. I have 32 more! MWAHAHAHAHAH! ... erm, yes. We apologize for this outbreak.

Anyway, this calls for an icon même. Anyone know a good one?

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Pavane La Bataille

But I did. And it resulted in the following chain of thought:

Orlando Bloom: *is a smith!*
Orlando Bloom: *burns stuff!*
Orlando Bloom: *kills people!*
Orlando Bloom: *swears oath!*
Orlando Bloom: *has a dead father!*
Orlando Bloom: *has ships!*
Orlando Bloom: *kills more people!*
Orlando Bloom: *gets to live and be a hero and return to his old life!*
Fëa: ................... WELL I'M PRETTIER THAN THOU.

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Harry Gregson-William - The Battle of Kerak

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The lyf so short

The crafte so longe to lerne

Entries tagged with silliness

Brain!fail

Irrelevant babble

Lingua mortua...

Gals, gals!

... and I feel fine!

Commercial Break!

Womb Raider II

Im Rebecca Gablé-Fandom wär das nicht passiert

You know it's high time to finish your degree...

And two random funnies

Well I just heard the news today/ seems like the world is gonna change

Writers are watchers

Das verstehen jetzt nur ein paar Insider

Welcome to my crazy world.

Hurray for random art. & other shorties

Shakespeare gone même.

- I'm not really humourless, but -

The crazy is contagious

I shouldn't be allowed to watch 'Kingdom of Heaven'.