kjata: (kissing this and that of you)
I think I'm going to try for the rest of October to try to just... disconnect from the news cycle? Because it's from immediate waking until I pass out, all this horrific stuff, and I'm just not getting anything done other than processing it.

Which, of course, is what 45 wants people to do-- put their heads down and endure, not rise up and give voice to all that is wrong, but still. For my own sanity, and for my nonexistent wordcount that cannot stand, I need to disengage here.

So, uh. I'll post on days I've written to record the count, and might tweet in the dead of night when the RTs of 45's latest shitstorm aren't so active, and otherwise will just spend the month getting my stories written, to hell with the rest of it.


One bit of goodness today: the stray husky who has been around for a couple years now-- and who hasn't gotten really close because of (obvs) being shot at by my glorious neighbours-- a few hours ago came to me when I called to eat leftover sopa off a plate as I held it. He's so emaciated, and he's so pretty, and he looks exactly like Cagney did, so I started crying and he finished his snack then took half a step back to give me the sideeye. Which is also what Cagney did, so there we go, that does it.

It'll be getting cold soon, so if I can just get him to stick around and crawl into a makeshift doghouse to keep warm and alive then at the very least I'll consider this a success. Ofc ultimately I want to hug him, but one thing about spooked strays who've had to survive on their own for a while? You do things on their time, not your own.
kjata: homestuck (we are the goon squad)
14/8/2017 wordcount: 1,574

1.3k was on Kylux RBB and 224 put on a Stony Trumps Hate fill. Would've pressed to force work on my fandom5k continuation, but had to take benadryl to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and that basically killed me for the day. Still managed to get the work done before it knocked me on my ass, though, so hurrah for being up really fucking early because of drama going on outside, I guess?

The fandom5k words is supposed to be my carrot-and-stick. If I get at least a small chunk done on each of my commitment areas-- which right now is the Kylux RBB and the first of my STH fills-- then I will allow myself to put as much work as I can on a project that has no expectations or anxiety attached to it. *pets that story* Yes, yessssss. So good to me, yesss.


From a narrative standpoint, Telltale's The Walking Dead is a lazyass story full of contrived devices that entirely rely on ~~zombies to bring on the drama. I'm not going to give a shit about your characters if the only personal point you give before they die is that they're scared, and then after they're gone you reveal that oh, one of the survivors ~liked~ them. Big whoop, that's been done to death before in everything from soap operas to war dramas you fuckheads.

I'll finish the game because I give a shit about my perfect game score on Steam, but that's the only reason. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, and though my hatred of the comic has died down over the years, it's certainly being rekindled now.


Zuul was making noises last night that he needed to go to the bathroom, so I walked him on a leash out into the pitch so he'd have a chance to not fuck up my kitchen floor. Of course what he really wanted to do was chase desert frogs that are popping up due to all the rain.

Took him back inside after twenty minutes of dicking around, and Tidbit lost her shit. I think she thought I'd taken him away forever or something, because for the rest of the night she placed herself bodily between myself and him at all angles, and if I tried to touch him she'd get up and knock my hand away. HE'S HER DOGGO, NO TOUCHY.

This shit isn't funny, except how it totally is :3
kjata: (darkness more dread than night)
Still haven't written anything even though the deadlines are here and I'm left standing in a pit, peering over the edge and waving like a fool at them.


chatter about the game The Wolf Among Us )


I posted pics of Tidbit licking at Krikkit's moof on twitter a few days ago, yanno, if you want to coo over how adorable my one surviving dog is.
kjata: pathologic: the marble nest (set before my fellow-mortals a man)
1/7/2017 wordcount: 1,666
2/7/2017 wordcount: 1,124

...all of that on my Not Prime Time fic, which I just posted to the archive so it's in on time. According to the sign-up I technically have until tomorrow evening, but there's a note from the admins saying that the times are not accurate so I've been rushing to get it up now instead.

Next on list of priorities is to get another couple k done on my Kylux Big Bang, then spread out and get one of the MCU fics finished. /frazzled


One of my mother's dogs broke my keyboard early on the 30th, so the last few days of words were done on my old IBM Thinkpad, and this entry itself is being laboriously pecked out with the on-screen keyboard out of the accessibility options. I am hardcore, fuck yeah. Also, really really tired.

I'm getting a replacement tonight, so it's not like I'm out of commission for long, but still-- this is the third broken keyboard in something like ten months, shit has gotten old. I'm not particularly rough on them, I don't think, but these dogs are assholes and want to help me write! Or something. I really don't know what Gatsby's issue was on Friday, he can't speak English so it will remain a mystery.


Reading some Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson fic on ao3 now. I... have not watched the show, my entire experience with Daredevil is his cameo appearances in the Jessica Jones series ALIAS and some Alex Maleev art, but the fic being recced was accidental marriage and I'm such a sucker for that.

The stuff I'm finding-- sort by high kudos count and pay really good attention to the freaking tags, basically-- is starting to repeat itself, so if anyone has decent reccs I'd love to see them. Probably going to stop soon with poking at the archive myself, though. I mean. There's not a lot of plot in this corner of fandom, is there? That or I just haven't found the decent stuff yet, but come on.
kjata: mcr ((cos) this ain't a room full of suicide)
My mother brought home a two month hold puppy this afternoon. Infested like whoa with ticks, so attacking blood-sucking insects with tweezers is now a thing I've done. Just finished bathing her in tick shampoo like an hour ago, planning on doing another round tomorrow afternoon.

Her temperature is up, so if she doesn't cool down after she's been debugged, I guess to the vet I shall go. Again. Ahahaha.

I posted pix of her here and here if you want to see what a smol german shepard, great pyrenees mix looks like.


Got more shit on the Summer Sale, and have refunded two games already. The first was Dominique Pamplemousse which I played 17 minutes of and realised when I exited that I will never ever open that game again, and the second was The Witcher Adventure Game because learning how to play was like trying to decipher an alien language that consists solely of charts of hieroglyphs and a set of sticks that emit raspberry noises when rubbed together.

On the other hand, I now have Dragon Age: Origins and Baulder's Gate queued to download, so heeeeyyyyyyy. Gonna get my RPG on, yeah boyz.


Was supposed to write tonight. Oh well, guess I'll go play a game and cuddle the damp and upset newbie instead. Gotta figure out a name for her, cos jokingly calling her Gozer doesn't cut it. Before long that actually will become her name, and then what. What is left then. Other than getting another dog to name Clortho to join the ranks of Zuul and Gozer, oh my god I don't even like Ghostbusters that much what is this madness.
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