inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (castlewriting)
So, I'm reading this romance novel, because what else are you supposed to do when taking a long bath with a glass of wine? (Also, I got about halfway through it months ago before getting bored, and it's just been sitting around annoying me every since.) It's not that bad, if somewhat pedestrian; it's The Search, by Nora Roberts, and while it's fairly typical, it's amusing enough. The male lead is rather charmingly grumpy, and the stuff about canine search-and-rescue is actually pretty interesting, and the book abounds with adorable dogs. The serial killer bits are frankly giggle-inducing, though; I would really like to sit Nora Roberts down with some Criminal Minds and some textbooks before she attempts any more serial killer novels.

But it's driving me completely insane. Why, you might ask? Well, it's the fucking dramatic pauses.

No, wait, I take that back. Movies have dramatic pauses. Plays have dramatic pauses. TV shows abuse dramatic pauses. But the modern romance novel, apparently, has dramatic paragraph breaks. They come complete with sentence fragments, did you know? Oh my god, it drives me up a wall. Here's an example:
"Given what she did for a living, and the gardening she'd be working on throughout the season, Fiona knew manicures were a waste of time and money.

But this was Indulgence Central.

Their last day, too, she reminded herself. She might as well make the most of it -- and go home with pretty fingers and toes even if she'd mangle them within twenty-four hours in reality.

Besides, it felt good.

She admired the breezy, beachy pink on her short but currently well-shaped nails as she slid her feet into the warm, churning water at the base of the pedicure chair. A chair, she thought, that offered a slice of heaven as it vibrated up and down her back.

Cindy, who'd given her the pretty nails, brought her a cup of water with thin lemon slices floating in it. "Comfortable?"

No, Cindy. No, I am not, but thank you for asking. But, I mean, really? We have: One sentence, paragraph break. One sentence with poor grammar, paragraph break. Two sentences, paragraph break. Very short sentence, paragraph break. Two sentences, paragraph break. One sentence and one word of dialogue, paragraph break.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

I mean, I understand the value of a good dramatic paragraph break. They're great! A well-timed paragraph break can be a work of art. But YOU ARE WRITING ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTER GETTING A PEDICURE, NORA ROBERTS. WHY ARE DRAMATIC PARAGRAPH BREAKS NECESSARY? FOR ALMOST 500 PAGES?

...I've noticed this in fic sometimes, too, so Nora Roberts isn't the only guilty party. *eyes you all sidelong* What ever happened to a nice, well-crafted paragraph? What ever happened to not dramatically adding a paragraph break in the middle of a character's dialogue and then not ever formatting the quotation marks properly? Was her editor in a coma during all of this?

And most importantly: WHAT THE FUCK IN WRONG WITH PEOPLE THESE DAYS. GET OFF MY LAWN, YOU DELINQUENTS.
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (c&hsordidtale)
Oh my god, you guys, I am so sick of summer.

I keep having these surreal moments where I hallucinate cool autumn winds, and then realize it was just the air conditioning and feel like I'm losing my mind. And whenever I read a story or watch a movie set in winter, with snuggly scarves and coats with the collars turned up against the cold, I have this horribly visceral sense of pining. It's really quite awful, and kind of sickening.

I JUST WANT A COOL BREEZE, OKAY. IS THAT REALLY SO MUCH TO ASK.

SIGH

Apr. 13th, 2011 05:38 am
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (ohnofrenchkissasstwitch)
ARGH, what the HELL.

All the LJ comms I try to go to, I get this stupid "invalid URL" error message page. Just the communities! All the personal journals are just fine. Which is great, except when you are trying to read a fic that sounds really intriguing that is on someone's fic community. Nothing on the LJ status or news pages. Anyone else running into this problem, or does LJ just hate me today?

ARRRRGGGGHH!!!! *clicks repeatedly and obsessively*
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (ohnodiehard D:)
ugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh fml

I forgot how much I hate being sick. It screws with things like going to jiu-jitsu and going swing dancing and having people over to watch ridiculous French action movies. Also I can't breathe that well, and am sneezing and coughing and running a fever, and dinner tonight is very inconveniently steak and baked potatoes and salad, like there's anything less appetizing to me right now, but I can't complain since I'm not doing any work or anything.

I am too wiped to even really do anything, too. I have already finished my book, and watched the entire S1 of Slings & Arrows, and tried reading fic, or finishing one of the other books I'm halfway through, or convincing my sister read to me, and I'm bored. It's like I'm too tired to care, but not tired enough to just check out. Damn it.

:(

pity me?

or, if you feel so inclined, this might cheer me up:


MY THREAD HERE


best meme ever, or BEST MEME EVER?
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (southlandcooperpatch)
HEE. I'd forgotten how completely awesome this scene is. A completely non-spoilery clip from Homicide: Life on the Street; watch it, and your life will be expanded in new and beautiful ways.



You know what's awesome? This actually worked in real life. I love it. :D

(Also, I kinda want their phones' ring for my cell phone ring tone. Then I can make the Star Trek communicator my text message notification, and I will be set for life.)

Also related to my recent library book selections (and to detectives investigating things, for that matter), I have written almost 2000 words of fic for A Study In Emerald. Unfortunately, Watson hasn't even been clued in yet, and there's still that whole "plot" thing to figure out, plus I have no idea when to stop writing, which is awesome because Conan Doyle-canon Holmes and Watson's relationship only spans, oh, several decades, fifty-six short stories, and four novels, not counting all Watson's maddening references to other stories and cases. *sigh*

But I have learned a good deal already about the Second Anglo-Afghan War, the geography of London, the construction of Victorian theaters, Victorian-era laws regarding sexual misconduct, techniques for writing a Sherlock Holmes pastiche, and several new points of interest in the battle between American and British English. For what it's worth.
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (schoolbus)
I really wish I had a work ethic right now.

I have to write this paper (8-10 pages, technically due 8 hours ago...), which is late, which is unfortunate because after I write that paper, I have to write another 8-10 pager due Monday at 2pm. And then I have a take-home final (another 8-10 pages, plus a "short answer question" that is impossibly convoluted, and for a "single question" has about fourteen parts, and could be the basis for a dissertation rather than a short answer) due Wednesday by 5pm.

Which means I have to write 24-30 pages in the next four days (and then 20 pages in the four after that!), and I simply cannot get started on the first one. ARGH. It doesn't help that a) I haven't actually finished reading the book I'm writing about, Nightwood, and b) Djuna Barnes writes in an incredibly intricate way, which is fine and dandy when I can linger over passages like
Nora had the face of all people who love people -- a face that would be evil when she found out that to love without criticism is to be betrayed. Nora robbed herself for everyone; incapable of giving herself warning, she was continually turning about to find herself diminished. Wandering people the world over found her profitable in that she could be sold for a price forever, for she carried her betrayal money in her own pocket.
I mean, isn't that fantastic? She carried her betrayal money in her own pocket, that's such a great line. But you see my problem: the ENTIRE BOOK is like that, and it is exhausting, especially when I don't have time to read it. The novel is also very personal, which is a good quality in that it has the intensity that only comes from truly passionate writing, but can also be incredibly obscure and leave you cold.

Anyway. I'm trying to write this damn paper, and I'm hamstrung by the fact that I need some sources from the library, but the college in its infinite wisdom closes our library at 6pm on the Saturday before finals week (something I did not know until I tried to get into the stacks at 9:30pm last night; they're open till 11pm on weekdays) and doesn't open until noon Sunday. I NEED TO WRITE MY FUCKING PAPER, ASSHOLES. Grrrr. Our prof wants the paper to be ~interdisciplinary~ and have fucking primary AND secondary sources, which is all very cool in theory if I had some motivation or time or had slept. Or had library access.

At least I'm writing about horror films and film theory. That's fun.

I feel bad; I was making breakfast at 5:45am-ish and burned the toast, which set off our smoke detector right outside my suitemates' room. D: I managed to get it off fairly quickly, but still. /o\

So...encouraging words would be nice? Commentfic. Funny pictures. Magic wands that write my paper for me. All those would be most appreciated.
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (filmreel)
UGH. I HATE doing shot breakdowns (for those who aren't film majors, a shot breakdown goes: list the timecode/duration of each shot, and describe the focal length, composition, and content -- plus lighting and sometimes sound, in the case of this project). It can take hours to do a minute's worth of footage. And this project calls for the breakdown of a ten-minute segment of Blade Runner. I, of course, got stuck with the ten minutes in Sebastian's apartment that has two separate fight scenes (and thus waaaay more cuts; I think the most so far has been five in one second, but the average is about one or two per second), instead of the parts where Ridley Scott has long takes and not much camera movement. *grumblesigh* I'm still coming off being sick, and I just want to curl up under the comforter with spy TV shows instead of frame-advancing my way through a movie I've seen about fifteen times now.

No amount of close-up freeze-frames of Darryl Hannah's thighs, for the record, makes this any more enjoyable.

Is it Friday and/or Thanksgiving break yet?
inmyriadbits: oranges on blue (calvinsleepy)
*sigh* I have to go run some errands, and I started doing that thing where I go "Well, maybe I should wear this cool skirt, I never really find a good time to wear it, but then I need this other thing, and then the shoes..." until it becomes more complicated than it should be and then frustratingly just isn't right for some reason. And then I run out of energy and don't end up going anywhere and change back into my pajamas. Does anyone else do this?

yoga and puppies are exhausting, basically )

Ugh, I'm just tired. You know what would be great? If Nickelodeon would please start broadcasting new episodes of Avatar. Ditto for Fox regarding Bones. Where are my happy-making shows at? I ask you.

my birthday-related woe, let me show you it )

And the puppies are going back tomorrow. It's going to make me cry a lot, in public. I just know it.

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