Jinxy

Day Thirty: Post About Anything You Want

Well, as usual, this is a day late. I had a hellish few days at work because of Black Friday and all the related shenanigans. I don't really have any idea of what to blog about, so I guess I'll just spew stuff at you.

ReMoPodMo finished:) I had a very productive month. I produced 12 hours of podfic, 2 completed stories and I recorded another 4 because I was in the zone. So I clocked about 100 hours of podfic production between recording (28 hours of raw files), editing, making coverart, pre-reading, final listen-thrus, uploading, posting and all the other things we do.

My podfic 1year anniversary was the 23rd. I really wanted to publish my long project (which will be posted either tonight or tomorrow) on that day, but LIFE happened. I've been working my ass off the whole month and sometimes I'm just too tired to do everything I want to do. 

I haven't been reading much, but I have about 30 open fics, a lot of them TW Fall Harvest fics to read. I'm going to go easy in December. I'm a bit burnt out from ReMo. So I plan on doing a lot of reading in December. As far as regular reading, I did finish Temeraire #3 and #4 as well as both of Jay Northcote's books.

I've been watching a lot of tele during my podficcing breaks. Dancing With The Stars and The Voice were my guilty pleasures. DWTS ended, and The Voice has only a few weeks left. Downton also ended, leaving me engrossed in Elementary, Sons Of Anarchy, Bones, AHS:Coven, and Reign. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with the latter though, because it has yet to really hook me. I also caught up on Supernatural S8 and have, for the first time ever, become current with the watching of the show. So I finally know what everyone is talking about. It's so weird. 

I haven't watched any films at all lately. If you'd have asked me like 2 years ago if that was possible, I would have laughed in your face. There was a time when all I did is watch movies. Back in the Blockbuster days. But yea, I think I'm over it. ALSO. Blockbuster announced they are closing their remaining stores. A part of me jumped for joy since they royally fucked me. Then the other part of me was sad for all the people still working there that are about to go through what I did. Also, all of those childhood memories of going to the video store...it's all very sad. 

I think in the next few days I'm going to do an analysis of my first year of podfic production. I looked over my spreadsheet the other day and I know I produced 70+ hours in year 1, but I would really like to look at the whole picture. Look at downloads/kudos/comments/length/fandom etc. I know people usually do an end of the year wrap up, so maybe I will count those first few weeks of 2012 and do my end of year/first year all rolled into one. 

Um, what else?? My newest obsession is Stilinskicest. But really, that's not surprising. ShameOTP blog has been a breath of fresh air in my daily internet routine. Bless Yue for inviting me to it. (I'm not sure if it's a secret thing, but I see other people in my twitter timeline talking about it, so I'm *assuming* it's okay to mention). Blessblessbless the authors writing for that ship. 

I think I'm going to record some Buster/Timmy Baseball RPF fic next. Anna_unfolding is a goddess and made the best podfic I've ever heard in my whole damn life, and now I have a mad hankering to do one too. <3

I ate a guinness caramel chocolate bar last night, and I think my tastebuds had orgasms. 

Ohhh. And I finally finished making my 1000 origami cranes. I've been folding them for about 4-5 months I think. Usually to distract myself or while I'm watching tele. Now I have to decide what to do with them. I wrote my wish on the 1000th one and folded it up and mixed it in the box. So I hope it comes true. 

This 30 day journal meme has been fun. It's nice to know that people are reading them, perhaps learning more about me. I don't think I'm terribly interesting or anything, but I am an open book and love to share. I enjoy reading everyone's journals and comments. I quite like my little place in the DW world. Next time I think I'm going to do a 30 day photography blog challenge. It came to my attention how many of these blog challenges their are, and weirdly I quite enjoyed ending my day over on Dreamwidth, posting these little daily tidbits. 

That's all i've got for now. Thanks for reading:)

~Deidra/Jinxy


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Day Twenty-Eight: Dreams
Write about a dream you've had recently or a recurring dream you've had in your life.


I had 2 recurring dreams that started when I was younger. I don't remember the last time I dreamt either one of them, it's probably been years? So I'm not sure if that counts, but at one point in my life they happened regularly. 

The first one started when I was a young child. In the dream I'm in an underwater tank/pool of some sort. I'm dressed in a frilly blue dress (kind of like a doll outfit). I remember--even going into adulthood--that me in the dream was still a child even though I aged for the decade or so that I dreamed it. Also, it was not unusual to me that I breathed water in the dream, that part seemed natural. 
So, the tank didn't open but was large like an olympic swimming pool, and it went deep, like a hundred feet down. There was light in the water, like the surface was near, but deep enough down that I knew I couldn't swim to the top. Deep in the water there were walls that had cages attached to them. They were a prison holding other people, like me. In the dream the cage doors would open and I'd have to swim into the water and try to collect candies (Like M&Ms or Skittles) that were floating. I don't remember eating the candy, but I remember a sense of urgency to collect the candy or perhaps I wouldn't eat. Then when everyone was struggling to get the candy, sharks would be released from tubes in the walls and they would come try and eat us. I would always wake up when I was trying to get back to my cage and I had a shark coming at me. I don't remember feeling like I was caught, but I remember the panic/anxiety of thinking that I was going to die. 


My second recurring dream started when I was a teenager. The dream always started in my bedroom. I would walk a long corridor into my kitchen. Now the house I grew up in had a hallway, but this was like 10x longer in my dream. All the doors to the rooms would be closed as well, and we always left the doors open to every room in my house, so it was really eerie. When I'd get to the end of the hallway I'd have to unlock 20 or so locks on the door opening into the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen my father would be there, shirtless smoking a cigar and sitting at the breakfast nook table. He'd be on a stool, dangling his feet. I'd then ask him where the smoke in the kitchen was coming from, and he'd tell me to turn around as see for myself. When I turned, Hitler was standing at the main stove, stirring a huge vat of something cooking with a big wooden spoon. I'd go up to the vat and look down into it and see that all of my dogs were being cooked. I wouldn't see their faces, but I would see their fur twirling around in the soup. I would then wake up. (BTW, I had 7 Lhasa Apso's while I was growing up, and they were the ones in the soup).

SO there you have it. I have no idea if they mean anything, or what it says about me. But those fuckers haunted me for years and years. 

Day Twenty-Five: Favorite Quote

Man...I'm seriously over thinking this, because I have so so so many favorite quotes from writers, books, tv shows, movies, songs, fic....I just don't know what to put. 

I guess it sort of changes with my mood...but right now, in this moment, I really like this quote:



"The secret of joy is the mastery of pain."
--- Anais Nin

Day Twenty-Three: What Is Your Spirit Animal?

Oooo. I already have an answer for this. When I read His Dark Materials when I was younger, I decided my daemon would've been an arctic fox. I love going to zoos and I have a fond childhood memory of going to the San Diego Zoo and falling in love with the arctic fox. Like we had a legit moment together. He was being flirty flirty with me, running back and forth and preening for my attention. I took a gazillion pictures of him. Anyway. Like all the animals ignored me, except that fox. And I stood at his enclosure forever while people came and went, and he totes ignored them and just pranced over to me and made eyes with me the whole time. 

He was like the best part of that whole trip for me. I fell in love with the little guy. So when I was a kid I looked up everything I could on arctic foxes and they became my animal. My power/spirit/daemon animal. 

Last year I went back to the zoo and passed the Polar Bears to find the arctic fox and even though it wasn't the same dude, we had a moment....and it was awesome:) I'm 32 and I still have my arctic fox plushie that my dad bought me like 25 years ago in the gift shop. 

Look at these cutie pies:

Day Twenty-One: Bullet Your Whole Day

• I arose.
• Water closet time.
• Showered/Brushed my teeth/Brushed my hair/Make-up'd myself/Dressed myself.
• Breakfast (egg-substitue and salsa).
• Talked with my mum.
• Drove to work.
• Work. (There was a mandatory break, a snack and also a trip to the bathroom).
• Drove to the grocery store.
• Shopped.
• Drove Home.
• Put stuff away.
• WC time, again.
• Drove to Starbucks.
• Hung out at Starbucks, editing podfic for 5 hours (also I had 2 trenta peppermint/mocha skinny iced coffees)
• Drove home.
• Prepared dinner. (Sundried tomato ravioli with mushrooms)
• Ate dinner with my mum.
• Watched part of a Muhammad Ali documentary on HBO with her.
• Retired to my bedroom. 
• Spent about 30 minutes scrolling through tumblr and the shameOTP blog.
• Spent another hour editing podfic.
• Watched some porn.
• Had 3 orgasms. (SORRY)
• WC time, yet again. (Also, pyjama time!)
• Walked the house, extinguishing the lights.
• Pet the kitties.
• More computer time.
• Writing this.
• Now...off to slumber. (There will be fic reading).

Fascinating stuff. (Knot)

Oh. P.S. Sometime today, I spent far too long staring at this new Twoof promo photo of DylOB:

(You're welcome.)

Day Nineteen: Something You Regret

How I left things with Dodie. 

So real life finally caught up with me. I came home last night, ate, and passed the fuck out. So I missed posting day sixteen. So I'm posting a double feature today. :)

Day Sixteen: List 10 Likes & Dislikes

Likes
1. Pinot Noir.
2. Road trips.
3. Double coupons.
4. My Blue Snowball microphone.
5. Staying in hotels.
6. Buy One Get One Free.
7. Torrents.
8. Bamboo knitting needles.
9. Porn.
10. Caffeine.

Dislikes
1. The word shimmy and all it's variations.
2. When people lay their money on the counter for you to pick up instead of handing it to you like you are a human being.
3. Meat.
4. Commercials at the movie theatre.
5. Hand dryers in public restrooms.
6. Ikea Instructions.
7. Paying for parking.
8. The sound of cats mating.
9. Walmart.
10. Religious zealots.


Day Seventeen: What's In Your Purse/Handbag


1. Wallet
     a. money
     b. DL/credit/debit/membership cards
     c. band-aids
     d. bobby pins
     e. usb flash drives (4 total)
     f. lego bilbo baggins (he lives in my change purse)
2. Snap case (Where I keep my coupons)
3. Purell Hand Sanitizer
4. Tampon
5. Scissors
6. Name tag
7. MG217 Psoriasis Lotion (FML)
8. Truvia packets
9. Headphones
10. iPhone (Not Pictured because I'm using it take the photo)

Day Ten: 10 People You Find Attractive
It said men, but I changed it to people because I'm not just attracted to dudes.

1. Chiwetel Ejiofor Probably my #1 celeb crush. He's ridiculously attractive. Then he opens his mouth and my lillypad gets mighty dewey.
 

2. Liv Tyler She's been my mama for a long time. 


3. Gotham Chopra Been crushin on him forever.


4. Tim Lincecum The Freak gives me butterflies.


5. Shoriah Aglodashloo I've had a debilitating crush oh her ever since I heard her speak.


6. Imelda May My Irish vixen.


7. Henry Rollins Just. He's fucking rad as shit. I'm very attracted to him.


8. Dale Cooper Guh x ∞


9. Masuimi Max is a goddess. 


10. Dylan O'Brien I hate his stupid fucking face and how much time I waste thinking about it.