(darkroom Danny hears police alarms darkroom Danny can't see with the lights turned out)

[riverdresses]

Hmm.

There's a particular scene in Withnail & I, where (for those of you who haven't seen it, & if you haven't you SHOULD!) Marwood's in his dark little room in the cottage, scared to death that Withnail's Uncle Monty's going to break down his door and, well . . . attempt to have his very unwanted way with him.

& EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE THIS SCENE, right off, I start saying 'Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead. Zagreus sees you in your bed . . . AND EATS YOU WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING!'*

I'm not sure if that's a facepalm moment, but I don't think there will ever be a time when I see that scene & I don't start saying that.

WHAT? IT'S FUNNY. & if you've seen Withnail & I & heard the Neverland/Zagreus audios, it's even funnier, that scene.

(Frak, now that I've said that, I'm tempted to write Withnail & Marwood as Fob!Watched!Eight & Alt!Nine, even though I've never seen Scream of the Shalka. But I want to!)

Also, what the fuck is this - part three of the Sarah/Romana/Eight four-parter is up to twenty-three pages. Twenty-three! & Eight hasn't even found out anything vaguely interesting yet! (though he got a bit tipsy in the middle & passed out on the TARDIS floor from sheer exhaustion in the beginning.)

::facepalms::

EDITING, MY DEAR, EDITING. LOTS OF IT.

*I'm fairly sure that's how it goes, but for Chrissakes, that poem & the Zagreus audio both freak me the fuck out that I can't even try & remember the whole thing because I'll start getting all spooked out. But damn, I fucking love that audio like nobody's business.

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Since I last posted, I have:

♥ acquired a few early birthday presents, those being art scraps & such for my various projects, a fountain pen with two bottles of ink & what I wanted most for my birthday: a typewriter. It's a grey Remington Fleetwing & only cost fifty dollars, much less than what my mother was expecting it to be. The sad news about all of that is I only got all of it because my favourite stationary shop was closing its doors permanently. I found out the week before & when I saw the sign, I really almost did start crying.

I adored that shop - it wasn't any ordinary stationary shop by any means. The nice lady who owned it kept a huge kitty in the window, sold typewriters that she bought & repaired herself, & sold so many adorable, strange & for me, very useful bits & bobs like French perfume stickers, cute Japanese glue containers, disturbing pages from old medical books, old fabric remnants & all sorts of things I loved. I went in there quite a few times for my art supplies & I wanted to take laii up there when she came up in March. In fact, I wouldn't have my typewriter at all if it hadn't had its final sale this weekend - Mother waits to buy all my birthday gifts the week of my birthday, apparently, but she let me have these early for obvious reasons.

Anyway, my pride & joy, my typewriter. I've yet to name it, oddly enough. I'm leaning toward Marwood, actually, in honour of the Underwood typewriters which she also used to sell in her shop & of course, as an homage to one of my favourite films, which actually features a typewriter in one shot. But I keep calling it 'old girl' at the same time. (I was pulling it/him/her out of the case & was saying, 'Steady old girl, don't break on me now') But I have no girl's name I particularly like right now.

Hmm. I do like Marwood for my typewriter a lot, really. But I'll give it some more thought.

♥ fallen in love with the band Chameleon Circuit, thanks to bornbackwards. THEY ARE AWESOME. ::nods::

♥ been informed that my kitty is doing well, save for his mouth, of course, & that he's gained a pound since his last visit, which was good news, according to the vet who saw him. He'll have to go back for some blood work soon & then the surgery for his teeth will be scheduled.

I'm still a little stressed about the surgery. He's six, which I know (thanks to everyone who gave me some calming words & hugs when all of this began!) isn't old, but still - there's always the possibility that something could happen & I'm just panicky over the idea of anything happening to my cat. I wouldn't want to have surgery of any sort myself, so it'll be so much more worse for my baby. But his mouth is so horribly infected that he needs the surgery; he can't go without it.

& I'm concerned about the blood work. They told us when we first took him to be seen about his mouth that there is the possibility that he could have developed feline AIDS, even though he tested negative as a kitten. & from you bunnies, I know that even if he does have it, he'll still be able to live & have a good life, but at the same time, I'm scared sick just at the idea that he could have it.

♥ bought Mummy's birthday gift & card. Her birthday's three days before mine, which is both interesting & embarrassing for me personally, because that means when I was going to be born, she was already in the hospital, waiting for me to come into the world. (& to top it off, I was two weeks late & kicked her at six on the morning I was born. I actually feel really fucking guilty for causing her that much trouble & ruining her birthday before I was even born. I mean, if that doesn't mark me out as the lowest scum of this planet, what does?) So I always feel a little guilty about that. Birthdays should be fun & should be spent with people you like, doing things you want! Not stuck in hospital, waiting for your overdue, already lazy baby to make her way out into the world.

♥ went back to my Master moodtheme. The Paris one was lovely, but I want the Master right now. Actually, I'm using this one until I finish uploading the animated Life on Mars moodtheme I came across.

Speaking of moodthemes, I should practise cap colouring (ugh, do not want) so I can make a Withnail & I one. Those caps are insanely dark & sombre, so I have to try & colour them a bit.

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I think I've learned the secret - or my personal secret, anyway - to writing in my paper diary. I write in it not everyday, but when I truly have something to say, or something to think about. To me, that is what my diary is about - not feeling obligated to talk about every little thing I do every day, but a place to write about what I don't write here, & to think about things for myself. Stuff like that.

Also, I adore writing with a fountain pen. Down with ballpoints, up with fountain pens!! (gel pens, especially sparkly ones, however, & rollerball pens are exempt from this statement, mind you.) & filling it is a lot easier than I thought it would be.

(&? I love my fingers being stained with ink. I really do, for some reason.)

It's almost three in the morning here, but I think I'm going to go back to working on the epic Sarah/Romana/Eight. It seems to have become my . . . my, what I do not know, actually. Preoccupation? Nah, too strong. Pastime? Nah, too weak. Project? Alright, that's a winner! We'll go with that - my project! (also, sleep wastes my time! I could be writing instead of sleeping!)

(it's the first thing I'm working on for getyourwordsout - I'm not giving up. No way. I can & am a lot of things, but this time, for this challenge I've signed myself up for - I'm not going to be a quitter. As Two would say, I'm staying on & fighting on!)

Comments

[ofstardust.livejournal.com]

You are SO very welcome. <3

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

::SQUISHY HUGS::

(& o, did you pick up that song I linked you to? SO TOTALLY DOCTOR/MASTER THAT I DIE HAPPILY WHEN I HEAR IT. :D)

[ofstardust.livejournal.com]

~snuggles.

(YES, I DID. Holy CRAP. It's fantastic. Do you know how big a fan I'm becoming of them? They're like my new crack. I loved them before, but nowadays I can't get enough.)

[monkeyman.livejournal.com]

She could be Ms. Marwood.

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

We must have been on the same wavelength today - she is indeed Marwood & a girl! ^_^

[rayerai.livejournal.com]

Well... to truly mark yourself as the scum of the universe, you could resolve to become a genocidal maniac and be a very productive one. That would suck more than being overdue and kicking.

I will be very, very surprised if your kitty is not fine. I told you about our puppy mill dog, right? With only two or three teeth, om nom noming away on dry hard kibble?

Aaaaand... fountain pens are one of life's quiet little joys. Unless you're highlighting. And then they're just a hassle. The smearing!

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

True, yes, very true. But that's not my style at all. ::nods::

You did indeed! ::glomp:: But still, as his mummy, I'm just a bit panicky. ::worries far too much about things::

O, that is a perfect sentiment! They are such lovely, underappreciated things, aren't they?

[sonicbookmark.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhhhh, that shop sounds fantastic! It's such a shame it's closing. All the little things you described are things that I would love to have. Such a shame.

Why in the world do you feel guilty for being born late? It's hardly YOUR fault is it? :)

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

I think you would have liked it lots too! It was such a charming little place, really & truly.

Well . . . it's like I was marked out from the VERY beginning of my life as a troublemaking upstart, you know? But you're also right! ::smooch::

[riverdresses.livejournal.com]

Eeee, another lover of typewriters! I love mine so very much, even though I'm a terrible typist on it - it's quite a different feel from typing on my laptop! We had one when I was a little girl, but surprisingly, I can't remember what happened to it. But I loved playing about with it. ^_^