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January 3rd, 2009
02:14 pm - 12 Days of Christmas Challenge Day 9 Bursts of Violence
Written for the 12 Days of Christmas Challenge
Only one today. Because I suck. I had several other ideas but the words just weren't coming and RL is distracting. *is somewhat ashamed*
Title: Weapon
Author: Localfreak
Fandom: X Men
Ship: None
Summary: Wolverine, most of the time, is proud to be an X Man, but sometimes he has no choice but to strike out on his own for a while.
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, or this might have made more sense. It's probably a good thing I don't because I would've kept him angsty and tormented and amnesiac for always, although in my defence I would never have gone for the stupid Azriel plotline....
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02:52 pm
*gazes around disconsolately* I don't entirely celebrate new year in the sense that I always found it highly anti-climatic. Loads of hype and waiting till midnight and then what? Bedtime. So in recent years I gave it up entirely. January the first is only, to me, significant in that it means I need to buy a new calender- it doesn't feel like the mark of a new anything- no new season, no particular religious significance specifically about the new year (it is of course a holy day- Mary Mother of God- but that's different). The scriptoral new year begins at Advent- at the end of the last lot of 'ordinary time'.
Despite all this, I find myself feeling somewhat...disconcerted. I have never gone into a new year with quite so little to greet me. I mean I have no idea whatsoever what the coming months will bring. Will I have a job? Will I pass my driving test? Will I have found whatever path is right for me or will I still be slumming in my corner under the stairs eating too many packets of crisps? Will I improve in faith? Will St Raphael's last the year out?
I've no idea. None. No goal to work forward to except to get a job- no academic reaches, no new discoveries or teachers or essays. Far from being a relief, it's a bit depressing.
I doubt my sudden wibbling over this was helped by the fact that I have discovered the reason my BBC jobs account hasn't been sending me alerts was because for some bizarre reason it thinks I am an employee of the BBC (I wish). This is bad because it means that I can't apply for jobs on their website at the moment- every time I try it comes up saying "You are a bbc employee, to apply for internal bbc jobs connect via the bbc gateway system" which I can't do because I'm not an employee. I've sent them an email but the job I was trying to apply for's closing date is Monday which is probably the earliest someone will actually recieve my email (and even then, I imagine there'll be backlog for the people over CHristmas so Monday is quite an optimistic estimate).
*stresses*
Re-read Josephine Darcy's 'The Marriage Stone', which was great except I am disturbed to find it still unfinished. I've done my usual "Dear Author- have you abandoned this?" emailing but I don't know if I'm likely to get a reply. I send a handful of these emails out every few months or so and I think I got a reply once, and even that was was evasive and unhelpful. Oh no- twice actually the second was a story I loved, recced and then the author flocked and made it so that in order to read it you had to friend her journal *deeply disapproves of this* so that was quite bad really. And she didn't offer any alternate ways of reading it for people who..oh, I don't know....don't want to clog up their flist with random people who they care nothing about and only wanted to read one fic.
*gurns*
Yesterday was good because we went to Tescos to look at computers but the one I wanted to look at wasn't there. We got a new video/dvd recorder which has freeview in it which means once we put it together I might actually be able to record stuff once again, and I got a new kettle (cordless! Oh the luxury!) and a Gilbert and Sullivan CD which is great. It turns out I have head one G&S song before- the Weasels sing it in Wind in the Willows! AWESOME. I always loved that scene with the chief weasel as a policemen and all the other weasels dressed as robbers except for one who had wanted to be a fairy from a christmas tree in his tutu. :)
So there's chicken in the oven and I'm trying to come up with something to distract me until it's time to go peel the spuds and do the veg. I can't decide- cabbage or sprouts?
Current Music: Modern Major General- from Pirates of Penzance
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