I like this one better than the Death Note one, to be honest. Only makes sense if you know how the last series of Doctor Who ended. It's to the tune of No Such Thing.

( Wilfred's Lament )

This is less disturbing than the DN/Coraline thing, but possibly even weirder. The last lines of a version of the 'Mikami's childhood' sequence told from the point of view of his mother, as narrated by Mary Alice from Desperate Housewives.

Yes. Mikami Atsuko could have changed everything. If she hadn't been in the wrong place...

[crash]

...at the wrong time.




If you don't watch Desperate Housewives and thus didn't hear the theme music kick in after that, I kind of envy you. It's been playing in my head for half an hour. (I don't even call her Atsuko, that's speaky_bean's fanon, wth?)

I wrote comment fic! Which I am rather proud of after completely failing story_lottery. The prompt was 'Light/Mikami, pens'.

I have a cold. It sucks. I'm too sniffly and tired to do anything productive. Have spent nearly all day looking for extra Mikami icons for a game I won't even consider apping to for months. (littlepinktown. I don't want to join for the beta round, and then I'll be possibly going away to places. But somebody has to.)

Dad's feeling better. As better as can be expected with the thing still there, anyway. M, if you're reading this one, I'm sorry for scaring you. I keep forgetting you read my LJ.

The weekend was fun, and it only rained some of the time.

I got a letter this morning to say that my Jobseeker's Allowance has been stopped because I'm now working more than 16 hours a week. Which would be lovely if it were accurate, but I'm not. I have bits of proofreading work from Leeds Met, but they don't add up to anything near that. *sigh* At least I have some money now.

On a lighter note, thanks to Backup, I have a Dreamwidth now! It's going to be an Official Disablity Blog. Let's hope I can keep up with it. And go there if you want to find out where my journal title came from!

We're supposed to be camping this weekend. We were meant to leave this afternoon but instead my parents were in A&E because my dad has a kidney stone and is in too much pain to travel right now. It's been there for ages not responding to laser blasting or ultrasound or anything. They're going to operate on it some time next month I think. Sucky NHS waiting lists are still sucky.

So we may or may not be going. And will definitely not be leaving tonight whatever happens. And the family is in a general state of :(.

This is the most beautiful song ever, at least for this week.

For some reason whenever I hear the name James T. Kirk lately, I mentally sing it to the tune of James K. Polk by They Might Be Giants. Someone should filk that, if only because it would be the one time in history that a Star Trek-themed parody of a song would be less geeky than the original.

What I was doing on the 23rd, being part of the Living Library Project for Leeds Met, in which I talked to people about the work placement I did there last year and the Experience of Working Life as a Person With Asperger's Syndrome. And by talking I mean writing a reflection and handing it out to people and then answering questions, which was much easier because I'm a lot better at writing than I am at talking. I want to post what I wrote here, only Sue said she was going to try to get it published in a newsletter thing that the uni does. Maybe I'll post anyway and flock it.

Anyway, the day was more rewarding than my sarcastic capitals up there made it sound. And I got a goodie bag at the end! With a copy of Jane Eyre and some chocolate and a set of juggling balls for some reason. It makes me think I should write more about AS, but I never remember to do so when I'm actually at my computer.

I also kind of want a Dreamwidth. Not that I'm leaving my LJ, they just look shiny. Maybe I can get one and use it as a proper Disability Blog. I'd probably write about this stuff more if it was semi-official.

(This is also partly prompted by reading all this year's Blogging Against Disablism Day posts. Go read if you're interested and haven't already!)

Tomorrow, when I've had more sleep. For now, here's one line of a potential Death Note/Coraline crossover. No, really.

( Cut for mindscarring. )

...and now you're all going to be insomniacs with me. Just as planned.

Hey, for once I can actually do one of these. Two Guys Kissin' Ruined My Life, by Tom Smith, the tale of a man discovering he's maybe not so straight as he imagined. (SPOILER: it doesn't really ruin his life. Much.)

I was playing a fruit machine and got three - something I can't remember - in a row, which entiltled me to any prize I wanted from the selection someone showed me. And for some reason, what I picked was an appointment for free gender-reassignment surgery.

I'm perfectly happy with my current gender, and the version of me in the dream was no different, so I then spent the rest of the night wondering how I was going to explain to everyone that I didn't want my prize after all, and whether it was legal to sell surgical procedures on Ebay. I think I decided it would be difficult because my name was on the appointment letter, and the NHS bureaucracy would be picky about things like that, but maybe I could ask them to just do my top half, which would make it a lot easier to find shirts that fit. Ah, dream logic.

This is a recurring theme in a lot of my dreams, though. Not the gender thing, the 'I just did something weird and now have to justify my actions because I can't tell anyone I don't know why I did whatever it was in the first place'. Which now I think about it is probably an Asperger's metaphor, just like all those dreams about really unstable-looking ladders.

Also, because I never posted about this, I have temp work at Leeds Met some time next month! Yay for actual employment.

I honestly don't think I need any more confidence building. What I need is some way to stop procrastinating on the actual applying for things part of looking for work, and while I realise there may be no solution to this available other than 'deal with it' (although I've been trying to for about eighteen months and so far have made little progress) I suspect I know what won't help. Ie. the same things I did last year, which is what that key skills program sounds like.

I did, however, just register with HassleMe.co.uk, which I suspect is more likely to help, based on what I am productive with (RP) and why (because the tags sit there in my inbox until I do something about them). At least this meeting helped to push me into setting that up, which I guess made it useful after all.

Also, thanks for the blu-tac.

My brother asked me to post this.



His journal used to be treachery_42, now it's hail_timoria. Go there if you want to read about his plans for world domination!

First the song - What if Your Girlfriend was Gone? by Carla Ulbrich. I can't decide whether this or the parody she wrote while recovering from several illnesses (What if Your Butt was Gone?) is my favourite, but this is the one most easily available on Youtube.



And now, my own tribute, partly inspired by curtainwizard's latest plot development at dndressingroom. All the words fit if you can sing them fast enough.

( What if Your Death Note was Gone? )

You're supposed to do this by putting your music player of choice on shuffle, but I used my Last FM station instead because I don't have much music on this laptop. I also did the movie soundtrack meme, and I'll put that up later when I've written commentary.

1. How does the world see you?

The Gothic Archies - Freakshow

People gawk at the way you walk
You're a freakshow
People squawk 'bout the way you talk
You're a freakshow
People stare at your scary hair
You're a freakshow
People glare at that hat you wear
You're a freakshow...

...thanks a lot, meme.

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Gaah I have not posted in forever.

But today I post, just to say YAY PRESIDENT OBAMA!

Although Nye was disappointed that he didn't display his true form on being inaugurated. You know, the glowy one with the wings. Guess you can't have everything.

One of the guinea pigs (Chaucer. The ginger one) has gone for an operation today, to remove something that's either a cyst or a skin tumour. According to the vet guinea pigs do quite well under anaesthetic, and we got whatever the thing is early, so it ought to be a simple operation.

I'm still tense though. :(

ETA: they just rang to say he's coming round and seems fine. Whew.

From stokerbramwell:

1. Reply to this post with the word MEME and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including this info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

Credit for all these is in my userpic comments, go there if you want to find out who made them. :)

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