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Kiwi Crocus
30 May 2014 @ 05:40 pm
I have survived thus far!



To quote my tumblr post:

This is the most flattering picture of me that has ever existed. Why? Because I have gauze sticking out of my mouth. (Ahaha I am so sick of the gauze.)

The teddy bear is currently nameless. He's the rainbow gay!bear when-fandom-strikes won for me at a carnival because ze is the most charming mate-date around.

I am drugged and chatting at Kiwi's Keep if you want to come join me! Just faffing about on tumblr and occasionally reading Dykes to Watch Out For.

So that's Kiwi's Keep if you want to join me!



You are also welcome to join me. (: Not that you'd ever expect sense from me anyway, but especially don't expect it from me today. Not when I've got a rainbow gaybear strangling me with love.

He's decided to be useful and cover up my gauze problem for some real proof that I'm fine:



[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
18 March 2014 @ 01:32 am


It was dentist day. For five years since my last appointment, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Still deserves A Kiwi Face though.

Mostly because I apparently have a very small mouth and that doesn't work very well when getting X-rays of teeth. My mouth has never been so unpleasantly full. Evil devices.

Appointment included a cleaning. I wasn't expecting that since the website mentioned first meetings are just for check-ups and all. It was a pleasant surprise.

Have to get my wisdom teeth out; I've known that since I was 17 but was busy getting my hip replaced instead. Dentist isn't pushing for extraction of my Big Cavity molar, but instead some pretty big fix-'er-up measures. Right now I'm down for an appointment on April 8th but I put myself down for the 'call in case of cancellations' list.

Came home to play Dungeons & Dragons. Turned into a dragon, used my breath to turn four Storm Giants into stone--pretty frakkin' awesome.

Knackered now. Been too long since I've been around these parts. Night!




[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
13 February 2014 @ 10:08 pm


The end of Season 4 of Voyager caught me by surprise; I might not have noticed I'd entered Season 5 if I hadn't turned to the corner of my screen in time. I'm in-between a few big tasks at the moment and thought it was as good a time as any to dump my thoughts from much of Season 4 here, again mostly for queen_of_snapes. Since I sadly can't watch it with you in person, this is the closest I can get--for now! (Trust that the next time we see each other in person we'll be coming up with a list of the episodes we should watch together. You're welcome to join us, kellychambliss!)

Of course I didn't think to start adding episode titles at the beginning of each new piece of commentary until halfway through. Ah well.

I've also learned that tumblr is a treasure cove of fun Voyager things to explore. I picked an image based on my most recent thoughts...

And here they all are!Collapse )

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Kiwi Crocus
06 February 2014 @ 01:29 am


Snow day! Woke in my own time, bit past 12.30. Glad I can still manage sleeping past noon when I set my mind to it. (;

Lounged around in bed reading for around four hours (no pants are the best pants). Did a rotation with all my books, reading a section of each with an extra section of my 'active' book (The Absolutist, for book club) in-between. For those curious: Tipping the Velvet, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (read gender-bent), The Ethical Slut, My Name Is Red (previous book club book I failed to finish), Youth Ministry Advising and The Highly Sensitive Person. Getting to just sit and read felt wonderful, as it always does.

4 hours, in the grand scheme of things, is not actually that much time from a week. I wonder if I can convince myself to dedicate the time from one free leisure day a week, or at least split it into 2 hours over 2 days or even 4 hours over 4 days.

Took my sweet time in everything. I think I expected that, though; yesterday I was super productive. I cleaned all my surfaces and even the walls before I went to work, had my committee meeting and then stopped by Target and the gas station to do other things I needed. (Failed to inflate the tyres because the gorram sodding bork-brained machine ate my money and the attendant could do nothing about it but state that she "really should go put a sign on it or something". Damn right you should! Do it, rather than adding it to a useless list of Shoulds!)

Showered and my housemate cut 5-6 inches off my hair, which was long overdue. It was down past my butt and well along my thighs--I didn't even know it grew that long for me or that I might have the genes for it! Thought it'd have to stop at the bottom of my bum. It feels very short and manageable now despite still being at my tail-bone.

Mostly got up to stuff while watching Voyager. It seems that finally meeting Seven (aslkdjfhglaskdfhg finally meeting Seven) has put me into a craze of constant watching, whereas before I was watching slowly and savouring. I'm pleased either way.

Oh! The other day in meeting weekly summary examples came up, in regards to what had been sent to me and E earlier in the year and recently to A. I mentioned that one of the summaries that had been shared was one of N's from this year--one that included me. We discussed it and she made a comment about how far I had come along with my class, given what they were like at the beginning of the year when we tried to do a co-teaching activity too early. My class was incredibly difficult to manage then. Now we have our little blips but for the most part we do fine and we have our routine. It was wonderful to hear.

Plenty of thinky-thoughts on this slow day today. I won't subject you to them all. I've been messaging with a few people on OkCupid and will be meeting up with someone next Tuesday. Been thinking a lot about why I seem to be the sort of person who doesn't crave those kinds of relationships or doesn't seem bothered about them either way--how I wouldn't mind reading in bed with someone else for 4 hours or having them putter about with whatever they do, but I am more than perfectly content to do it all on my own and in my own company. Happy, in fact. Relieved to not have to worry about anyone's feelings or needs but my own. Perhaps unapologetically selfish? I don't know. The world I am a part of doesn't seem to mention the people like me very much; fanfic sometimes does, characters on their own with more permanence or as a set-up for future romance. Trying to remind myself that if I would immediately say "live however you want--however makes you happy" to someone else then I must say it to myself as well; somehow it's always different to say it's all right for another and to give self-permission. That's the gist of my thoughts, anyway. That and Janeway's hair/face/shoulders/towel/not-towel. (Hey, there are some people I would give up the solitude for hands-down, and she wouldn't get the boot for spilling coffee in bed, either.)

That's all from the Pipsqueak!




[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
30 January 2014 @ 11:24 pm
This is mostly for Queenie. I was watching Voyager quite a bit during my housesitting stint recently and apparently on one of the days I felt like jotting down random thoughts through random episodes.

Random Voyager thoughts.Collapse )

Back to re-watching Boys on the Side (since tetleythesecond inadvertently gave me homework) and multitasking.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Music: Boys on the Side
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
10 January 2014 @ 01:49 am
hoggywartyxmas has, sad as it is, come to a close again yet again. It has been a wonder to participate--and such fun! I enjoyed all the entries immensely. It was quite difficult, but I got my rec list down to the five I'll post here plus the one I already posted (my fantastic gift!!!). As usual, though, my real rec is to go read/look through the whole fest!

Title: Past the Port
Author: anonymous
Recipient:imagemiss_morland
Rating: PG
Word Count: 5500
Characters and/or Pairings: Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid. Various pairings mentioned, but nothing explicit.
Summary:

Two things of which Minerva was very fond were propriety and Scotch. It was so rare these days, she reflected, that Scotch got a look-in.

A story about the trials of life, the joy of experience, and the importance of friendship – in which Horace soul-searches, Hagrid blushes, and Minerva surprises them both.

Warnings: Tipsy professors?
Disclaimer: These are JKR’s characters.

Author's Notes: Happy Hoggywarty, imagemiss_morland! I’ve tried to include a few of your different prompts, here: ‘McGonagall/older woman,’ ‘Someone spends Christmas alone, against their will,’ and ‘The Little Match Girl’. I hope you like the result. Big thanks also to imagetherealsnape and the Hogwarts Staff for throwing another fantastic party :-)


Oh my goodness, read this story. Amazing friendship between three long-term, upstanding friends who know each other well and yet come to know each other better through this evening that we have the privilege of witnessing. As voyeurs, we get to become secret keepers with the three of them; boy, are the secrets worth knowing. Animals and immortality; budding romance; romances of old; family history; femslash. There are so many killer lines in this story and such brilliant characterisation that it is just like watching the characters themselves. Watching them get drunk and spill the good stuff! Absolutely read this one.



Title: A Christmas Fairytale With Sex and Goats
Author: Anonymous
Recipient:imagemmadfan
Rating: R
Word Count: 13,500
Characters and/or Pairings: Minerva McGonagall/Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore, and a herd of goats.
Summary: In years to come, 1984 would be remembered as the Christmas with all that snow.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I am not JKR, and I do not own Potter. For which everyone is likely very glad.
Author's Notes: So here it is, Merry Christmas, everybody's having fun... Dear recipient, I muddled up several of your prompts in a blender and added gratuitous amounts of both sex and goats. I hope you enjoy anyway.

This is a brilliant story. Fantastic characterisation for two unconventional, unabashedly strong-willed characters faced with the surprise of emotions. Albus is the conniving old bastard we know him to be. Read to find out how Minerva and Aberforth deal with him, and deal with each other. Well and truly worth the read: one-liners that will knock you dead with laughter, some real steam, plenty of snow to cool you down, and the cutest scene of affection I've seen in quite a while. I'm glad this story was as long as it was; I enjoyed every moment of it!



Title: Seen and Unseen
Author:Anonymous
Recipient:imagefluffyllama
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,000
Characters and/or Pairings: Sybill Trelawney, Minerva McGonagall, Stan Shunpike, Mundungus Fletcher, Rita Skeeter and Harry Potter
Summary: When an article about her is published in Witch Weekly, Sybill Trelawney faces some uncomfortable truths, but also makes a couple of delightful discoveries.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of JK Rowling, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Dear Fluffyllama, I very much hope you enjoy this!


This story is fucking hilarious. Oh my goodness. We get Sybill writing in her diary (so in-character and hilarious), a character witness from Stan (ditto), a letter from Potter (heart-warming and filled with great advice), and some surprise material with Minerva McGonagall. Each character is written just-so, including from first person POV (impressive!). It furthermore contains a taste of one of my favourite femslash pairings seamlessly slipped in; the way it was done made me squee. Absolutely worth reading!



Title: Look Not at the Things
Author: Anonymous
Recipient:[personal profile]dueltastic
Rating: R
Word Count: 10,600
Characters: Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore
Summary: "To see or not to see" -- that is the question facing Severus Snape when he comes to teach at Hogwarts.
Warnings: voyeurism
Disclaimer: JKR and her lawyers may rest easy. I claim no ownership of her Potterbooks, her characters, or her billions of pieces of merchandise. Or her billions of galleons, either.
Author's Notes: at end


I was forced to leave a three-comment-long review on this story. That generally means I absolutely couldn't tear myself away from a piece and that it is utterly wonderful. Indeed, this one is. We see Severus, young and at his grumpiest and most bitter, with a renewed and new-found curiosity for his old spinster teacher-turned-colleague. This story is hot, hilarious, and hedonistic in the most wonderful of ways. All characters involved are perfectly characterised and ever so sharp. One does not wish for the story to end, and yet it does so at the perfect time. Truly a glorious tale, yet again, from a Mystery Author friend.



Title: A Midwinter Night's Revel
Author: Anonymous
Recipient:imagekellychambliss
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 500
Characters and Pairings: Aberforth Dumbledore, Filius Flitwick, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Pomona Sprout (Aberforth/Minerva, and some drunken comradely shenanigans between Filius and Pomona)
Summary: A phenomenon of weather strikes during a meeting of the heads of house, and all four (along with Aberforth) are snowed in overnight at the Hog's Head.
Warnings: Poetry
Disclaimer: All characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and associates. I have merely borrowed them for some light literary torture.
Author's Notes: Happy holidays, Kelly! Thank you for the excellent prompts. I hope a little verse is welcome, or at the very least forgivable.


Oh my goodness, READ THIS POEM! It is incredibly well-done and also hilarious. It stars some of my very favourite characters and one of my favourite settings: Hogsmeade. It contains drunken debauchery and sexy shenanigans, all while keeping true to every character involved. In 500 words we see a brilliantly-characterised, sharp, witty, descriptive portrayal of a staff meeting gone awry due to the weather. It's perfect. Read it. Read it.



That's all for now. Trying to quickly get through a few things before sleep. (: Thank goodness for an easy Friday tomorrow!

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Music: Grimm - S03E01
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
04 January 2014 @ 08:40 pm
Catching up on my inbox, now, and two videos caught my attention. The first one made me laugh and laugh and laugh. He's got Obama's speech down all too well.



The second one delighted me. It's a teen--a new teen--talking about his education. I love the job it does of explaining why I ask questions like "What are you thinking of doing when you're an adult?" or "What are some things you'd like to do as a grown-up?" if I'm looking for vocational stuff. If I ask a child, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I am looking for their dreams and hopes; I'm not holding their answers to any pre-existing expectations. If they tell me they want to be a cloud, so be it! What makes you want to be a cloud? What is it about clouds that you'd like to have or be?

Anyway, I love talks about education, especially from those still in the midst of it, so here's one:



"Hackschooling"--I like it! In these parts we still use "unschooling" as a term for that sort of liberal, pro-explorative non-standardised education.

I would apologise for the spam but of course you can skip over anything and I'm not really sorry. ;D

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
04 January 2014 @ 06:54 pm


I have caught up on my regular flist for now. To celebrate, I'm going to post a story from one of my students. It was called "The Boring Story" but everyone in the class loved it and read it over and over. It's very short but it sums up a wonderful tale:

Once upon a time there was a prince who was mean and a girl told him not to be mean. Then he wasn't mean any more.


To date, it is one of my favourite stories from them. We have character growth and redemption, a strong and outspoken female lead (who may not even have been a princess!), and finish with a rather charming prince who clearly listens to those with good sense.

We laughed and laughed and laughed.

(This is also my way of reminding myself that even if they are absolute devils come this first week after break--as they may well be--I do quite adore my little rascals. Not being thrilled with the management doesn't put a stopper on that. Goodness knows the Hogwarts staff put up with worse through their time, and they boarded! *Shivers.*)

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Music: You've Got a Friend in Me - Randy Newman.
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
03 January 2014 @ 01:34 am
This has taken me all too long. But. Well. Here it is.

Every year I participate in this brilliant Harry Potter festival--party, really--called hoggywartyxmas or "Hoggywarty". Partially because it takes place at Hogwarts, I'm sure, but also because (much like the fest hp_beholder) it often focuses on the less-conventionally-attractive characters (the young, stunning, green-eyed beauties), more the Hoggier and Wartier among us. (That's a witch pun. It's nearing 2 in the morning and I'm not funny; bear with me.)

My gift went up a week ago (bad Kiwi!) and oh, oh oh oh how I enjoyed it.

The 34th Amelia Bones Solstice Party

Anon. G. ~2900 words. Augusta Longbottom, Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank/Pomona Sprout, and an ensemble cast of witches (including Bathilda Bagshot, Charity Burbage, Rolanda Hooch, Mafalda Hopkirk, Gwennog Jones, Griselda Marchbanks, Minerva McGonagall, Poppy Pomfrey, Rosmerta, & Nymphadora Tonks). This year there is no invitation to Amelia Bones' Solstice party on Augusta's mantelpiece. There is no longer an Amelia to throw it. Yet she always said the party must go on, and Augusta's determined that it will.

Some of my very favourite characters and with some cute femslash (Wilhelmina/Pomona!) stitched in.

I adore, first of all, that it's Augusta who sees the hole in her social calendar (as she would) and community, which she deals with by reaching for some Ogden's to cover her grief (as she would again; lost too many, has she). I love that her response is, however hesitantly, to step up to bat and host the damn thing herself so it's not another thing to miss on top of Amelia. Not when what they most need is to come together for mourning and, more keenly, for celebrating.

There are some amazing lines in there. Some punched my gut (in a good way), some made me cry, some made me smile, some made me laugh, some made me do a bit of it all. Just the sort of thing a story dealing with death and intergenerational friendship should do.

Intergenerational friendship! Mentorship! Women gathering for networking and enjoying each other's company! Holiday party (solstice, no less)! Arguments that end well! Because spirited, strong, dynamic women!

Yessssssss.

This story was particularly touching for me given that my re-entry into Harry Potter fandom five years ago (five years, really?) was by writing two Amelia Bones fics for fests (and both for tetleythesecond, in fact). That was back when I used to misspell 'Wilhelmina', even.

And losing a dear friend of my own this year--not one who threw a party, but someone my community saw every year--meant this story was precisely the sort of thing I needed. What a wonderful gift. It's well worth the read, so please do, and please comment! ♥ My Mystery Author deserves all sorts of love for this one.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
01 January 2014 @ 12:00 am

Yoinked from tumblr; couldn't find credit.


Book List


Fanfic Batch = at least 50,000 words read, including those stories mentioned in the linked rec post (if linked).



Further reviews may be found here, as part of my Goodreads account. (I switched to using my Goodreads account for the links pretty early on, so most probably already link to my reviews there.)


Less than 52 books--and that's including the children's books I tend to read every year. I am not impressed, Kiwi, not at all. You're out of uni and haven't had a dissertation to write in two years. No excuses! Get on the writing and reading again immediately, young thing, or I'll make you sit down and read the whole 50 Shades of Grey series straight through!

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Kiwi Crocus
01 January 2014 @ 12:00 am
Writing for the Year:




January-September:
  • None.


October:
  • Tea and Kisses | The Worst Witch Fandom | PG-13 | 1,600 | 1 bonus chapter short of finished but reads as complete | Femslash | Constance Hardbroom / Imogen Drill


November:
  • Something Cool | National Novel Writing Month | Harry Potter Fandom Novel | NC-17 | 53,138 [this year; total 105,981] | Minerva/various women | Unfinished


December:
  • Home Sweet Home | Harry Potter Fandom | R | 9,000 | Complete | Femslash | Pomona Sprout, Irma Pince, Minerva McGonagall


    Total: 63,728 words


Pretty abysmal, Kiwi, given your prior records. Let's get on that for this next year, hmm?



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Kiwi Crocus
26 December 2013 @ 04:58 pm
So, uh, I posted that last post and was sitting with my melancholy (something not at all new to me). I got that urge to share it and see if solidarity or sympathy would help.

Nearly 15 years ago I was 9 and wanted a dog more than anything. My family had tried once with a big rescue dog (Great Dane/German Shepherd/Labrador mix) named Drew Bledsoe; I loved him dearly and he listened to me but it hadn't worked with the family. It broke my heart.

Come Christmastime I walked into this little side-room (then the play-room, now the guest bedroom/television room in which I currently reside) and found a little green dog cage. There was a board with pictures of pug puppies; I discovered that one was to be mine. I was to have a pug puppy of my very own! A little friend just for me!

We all packed up into the minivan (mother was absolutely a soccer-mom) and headed over to the breeder's house. I was brought to a pen filled with wriggling, wrinkled little things that huffled and puffled and whuffled as they moved. I plunked down in the pen and gazed around at them.

There was one that caught my eye. He wasn't the fastest, or the most graceful, or even particularly the very cutest one. But he was working his damndest to get over to me, his hind legs spread out behind him as his front legs pulled him forward; in the years to come I would call that his "camel walk" for no apparent reason.

He reached me and huffled triumphantly up at me. He was the softest, warmest little bundle I'd ever held. I picked him up with the greatest care and knew, in that instant, that I was his. I toyed about with the other puglettes but came back to him every time.

I didn't get to take him home until January. I headed over with one of my childhood best friends from church and my family. We picked him up and I carried him to his new home cuddled onto a pillow in my lap. That night Quackie (the friend) and I put the pillow in an old rolling suitcase of mine that was small enough, with the pillow, to act as a dog bed. He curled up in the makeshift bed; his tail uncurled and soon enough he was snoring.

As he grew I taught him the important things: how to play rough (with a sock on my hand); how to play fetch (by throwing socks, as he never cared much for sticks); how to take up as much space in bed as he could despite being little (I was rather good at that); how to sleep in; how to follow ordinary obedience (my family helped there); how to perform "paw" and charm a treat out of almost anyone. He taught me how to come out of my shell a little, how to love with everything I had, how to cry when health was a concern (for him and for me and for others), how to properly value food, how to bark excitedly when we saw familiar places from the car, how to be smelly and old and above all happy.

Almost everyone I met loved my little pugster, even if they were otherwise not fond (or afraid) of other dogs. He could get an "awwwr!" out of just about anyone. He was the ultimate lap-dog and companion; he hardly ever left my side. Followed me from room to room, he did, and always cuddled up close. Slept with me nearly every single night we were in the same house together.

Good gods, I miss him. My little boy. It's not guilt I feel over not being there to say goodbye, or not saying a proper goodbye before it happened; I am selfishly sad about it for myself. He didn't need me there, although he would have noticed me; he was comfortable with those around him and his last action was to wag his tail and attempt to get up. It wasn't as if I was there precisely at his birth, so it wasn't necessary for anything cyclical.

But I would have liked it and I'm always going to hate that I didn't have it. I had either just finished or was about to finish a petsitting gig; I intended to spend the whole weekend with my dog, finally, and bring him down to Providence for the first time. I didn't get to. Life happens. Plans sometimes don't.

A little picspam.Collapse )

And the way I'll remember him, ever as fond of unicorns and rainbows cuddling and beds as I am:


There are more elsewhere; one of these days I'll properly go through all my pictures and find the Mugz ones. I'd like to make a binder of them for the future.

I miss you, Mugz-pugz Muggle-puggle Moog-poog, my big little guy. Sleeping here isn't the same without you, nor is life. I wish I'd had a few last moments to properly say goodbye before the accident, or been there to wish you off across the rainbow bridge. I'll be keeping you with me.

Thanks for choosing me. I can't imagine growing up as anyone else's human. I think you trained me pretty well in all those years.

You know my flip-floppy beliefs after years of my mumbling theology late at night, but if reincarnation of any sort does happen to be the deal and you take up anew, please consider finding me again. It's a selfish request, I know: there are plenty out there who could do with a soft soul like yours, one that does so much good. But I wouldn't mind spending another lifetime with you if you wouldn't. I've got plenty of good warm fuzzy socks, a tortoise to sniff at, and money for good treats. Drop me a line. Just please don't be a Dane or Leonberger or Wolfhound yet--I haven't got the room. Someday!

Happy Boxing Day (which to us was, of course, 'Sleep and Eat and Play with New Things' Day, beloved to us both). I love you, you pest.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Location: The Burrow Den.
Current Music: Jingle Bell Rock.
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
24 December 2013 @ 01:59 am


There is a fest of sorts on at hpsapphicappeal--a holiday fest. It's a stocking fest! People signed up for stockings by the 21st; they include femslash prompts for any sort of HP femslash fan works. Now it is time to spread the femslashy goodness! The comments will be revealed/unscreened for the new year, I believe.

A list of the stockings is here.

My personal stocking is right here, for the record, if anyone is curious; it was hung on the chimney with care and the help of the mods.

Don't feel obliged! I just thought it'd be neat to join in. Mostly this is to spread the word. Click the stockings, see what has been prompted, see if you're inspired! Making something for someone else can often be a gift to ourselves; it's always nice to create something new.

It's after midnight now, so I suppose it's Christmas Eve. My goodness.

Have a holly jolly...

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
18 December 2013 @ 12:52 am
Oh ye gods there's a video of the pugs.

I can't handle this shite. They are the most ridiculous creatures, as are their owners.



Destructive little creatures. Watch them destroy everything Christmas holds dear!

And do try not to smile. Bad for your face, scrunching up like that; you'll turn out looking like them.

(Perfect icon is perfect.)

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
10 December 2013 @ 12:34 pm


I have a SNOW DAY! My first as a teacher-like-person!

It is magical.

I still get to do some planning and send that in to Programme Director for 2.5hrs of lesson planning time--rather than the 5hr day--but I'll do that later. I had intended to anyway and one of the things we have to do is write a "great story" about something that happened in our class. That might even be a bit fun once I finish my inevitable pre-assignment grumbling.

I am so thrilled that I don't have scheduled plans for the evening, either.

For now I'm going to go take a quick cat (or dog) nap. When I wake up I can eat some celebratory soup, breathe deeply, and head into some Things That Need Doing (And Writing).

Thank you, snow! I owe you one.

Sweet dreams! (For me!) ♥

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Music: Aria stomping about.
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
07 December 2013 @ 04:03 pm
I am going through all those "I'll look at this later" tabs so I can finally close most of them. (Yes, I'm tabby; yes, I'm occasionally ashamed of it; no, that shame is probably not as prominent as it should be.)

I opened up a tab that has a fanart portrayal of Minerva that I quite like. It's a crossover with a fandom I have nothing to do with and know little about, but I think the intense Minerva may still be appreciated.

Geroff, you raggy puss!Collapse )

Just thought I would share!

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
Current Music: John Green talking about the '60s.
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
07 December 2013 @ 02:08 pm


May I just say that I would wear the shit out of these dresses?

I have no idea what the text says. I could use Chrome to translate it into some English and try to figure it out from there, but I saw "Janeway" and was happy enough with that.

On to the writing!

I also found this rather hilarious. Sometimes I think the similar things about our food. The others--and the bafflement--just made me chuckle. That and the fact that the teacher is clearly torturing her hungry students with pictures of food.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
Current Mood: enthralledEnthralled.
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
02 December 2013 @ 02:51 am
It is December. I am quite thrilled about that.

I wrote 14,000 words on Saturday and won NaNoWriMo. Second year on the story means it is 100,000 words long and still not done. Could take another 50,000. Poor Minerva. After hoggywartyxmas, of course.

Writing from Kindle in bed. Time to go to sleep--work again tomorrow, for breaks must end. But it is December!

Sweet dreams. <3

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
27 November 2013 @ 11:24 pm
Approaching 10 years ago (this December! time flies!) I used to make the most ridiculous of Livejournal posts. I was 13. You can imagine.

Here's to honour that commitment to ridiculous blogging:

Why I Could Easily Be a Pug

(These are examples of Dog Shaming photos, in which dogs are pictured with signs of their indiscretion written by the humans they own, enrage, and perplex.)

None of your wheeling about.Collapse )

What an interesting rainbow.Collapse )

That is all the ridiculousness I have for this moment. It is not to say that I will have no more ridiculousness in the next moment, although I have learned not to make promises: the minute I say "more soon" it's inevitable that I shall not post for a while. That has also been the pattern of a decade...

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
02 November 2013 @ 01:34 pm
[community profile] minerva_fest has finished posting its glorious Minerva McGonagall material (for her birthday month, of course). I am not finished reading--terribly behind, as always--but have been rec'ing along on tumblr because it's simple to do and because I have Minerva fans over there who are not on LJ. I saw that non-journal recs are not considered for hot recs and so I'll try to transfer them over here and keep them in this post.

I also realise that to this point I have rec'ed all the entries I've seen and that that's not quite the point of rec'ing, although I do find all of these quite worth the rec for the reasons I mention. Since this came out of the desire to spread some Minerva Attention to other sites of fandom--there's quite a following for her on tumblr and a few entries were reblogged--I have been happy to link to everything. (Unfortunately the tumblr lot aren't really commenters, alas, as it's quite a different platform.)

I suppose you can see which ones are meaty enough to count as recs, [profile] kellychambliss?

Connect the StarsCollapse )

The Case of the Living PortraitCollapse )

What Do You Think?Collapse )

Minerva's First OwlCollapse )

Owl and CatCollapse )

Friends and LoversCollapse )

Exotic MatterCollapse )

Off-Season 1980Collapse )

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
01 November 2013 @ 12:56 am
I haven't posted in nearly two weeks. Completely unintentional.

Yesterday was Halloween. We had a meeting from hell, private reviews with the Programme Director (the one I'm uncomfortable around), and an interesting field trip with the kids to a park at the nearby high school where there was a Halloween gathering. I only had a few kids left by the end but they loved it. I have one student moving away after tomorrow; she and her friends cried through snack. I nearly cried myself. I may tomorrow. Damn and double damn.

(Another colleague--the one who is in her fifth year at the programme--is leaving. Today was her last day; we were told that at the meeting. It was a huge blow. Her kids are being transferred to the other classrooms, which means I get four new 3rd-graders starting next week; I will no longer have anything like the "4th-grade class" as the 3rd grade will outnumber them. To some degree, I have to start over on classroom culture. I am the opposite of excited. I want to curl up in a ball for a long time. It's so sudden. And so fucking sad. P [the now-ex-colleague] was so supportive and welcoming and even maternal; she cared so deeply about all of us and it was apparent even when I couldn't always understand her due to a language barrier. I had taken to picking her brain for all sorts of things--as well as moral support. She was the one I captured the hornet for and we co-taught the lesson together.)

Today starts National Novel Writing Month. It'll be my 9th year. I hope I can pull it off; it can be a great point of sanity for me despite the craziness. It's a consistency from year to year now, too, which is a comfort.

I should head off to bed. I've been terrible with my night off tonight in that, while I've done much catching up on things I've personally wanted to do, I didn't get the work I needed done all finished. Now I've got to wake up, get my lesson plan sorted for next week, firm up my plan for my new First Friday class (Technology with the 4th/5th graders), make a timeline and print things out for that, and firm up/potentially print things out for my Friday Second class (story-writing with various ages since it's an elective). I should have had it done earlier in the week. I didn't. Oh well.

Good gods do I hate feeling so turbulent with everything all the time. Finally got to feeling the slightest bit settled and whoosh, there goes the rug. Guess I'll have to get used to it feeling like a flying carpet ride.

(Thank goodness I have my fellow-newbie E. She rides in the car with me most days and keeps me sane. We've both worked in much better education settings and under much better management. She'll also be delighted that I'm adopting a tortoise off one of my youth this weekend; she's got one as well.)

Happy Belated Halloween! And Happy November / National Novel Writing Month!

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
12 October 2013 @ 01:29 am
It is the three-day weekend I have so looked forward to and I am nearly sure I've picked up the cold-flu-thing going around; one of my colleagues has it currently. If I wake up with a sore throat and maybe some fever tomorrow I'll know. Damn kids.

And damn, universe, you have a sick sense of humour.

These dogs pass gas a lot and the poor one with dementia keeps literally backing himself into walls until I come rescue him.

Goodnight. (Ugh throat. I am doomed. Damn infection-carrying tiny humans!)
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
10 October 2013 @ 12:24 am
I said multiple places that I was going to bed--and I was about to--but I wanted to post this.

Today:

  • I am getting a new set of (non-Albus-twinkly) lights sent to me for my bedroom.

  • I had a 'quiz' on multiple intelligences during the 'workshop' training thing we had today. I remembered 8 out of 7 of them (no, I didn't write that incorrectly; I remembered more than I was supposed to, apparently, although there are now 9 or something).

  • I had to write an incident report because my student endearingly called me 'idiot' the other day. (Her tone and intent were not mean; she used it much the way I would with my family, which is a sort of "you're doing something silly/stupid but I love you for it".) Trying to deal with it delicately and get across that the language is unacceptable, that her impact was different from her intent, but still acknowledge that she was trying to express her appreciation--which I appreciate--even if she needs to be more aware of her language. (She spends a lot of time around adults. She's a snarky and brilliant and I love her.)

  • Homework time was way less hectic. And I had a volunteer to help me. Yay.

  • Marshmallows are sticky. Toothpicks are annoying. Next time, perhaps, gumdrops and coffee stirrers.

  • Going to the gym is exhausting. I forgot that my arms have weight of their own; now I am very well aware. I had never been to the gym--to actually use it--in my entire life. Here's to trying.

  • I need to get back on the time management horse before she leaves the stables again. I feel behind on absolutely everything. And tired a lot. But that is no excuse! Back to to-do-lists and making myself stick to them, at least enough that I get some stuff done while also having fun.


Now I may (as in, am permitted to) sleep. Three day weekend coming up. Pet/house-sitting each night of it from 7pm-7am, but that's not like doing it straight on through. Plus they have Netflix and a queue of lesbian flicks. And I love their dogs. And their bed is brilliant. And they're two of my favourite lesbians--they met at a softball game because one of them was dressed in a leopard-print leotard.

But most importantly: three days of weekend!

Please come to me, my dear friend. Let us become well acquainted.

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
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Kiwi Crocus
05 October 2013 @ 01:13 pm
Happy Birthday, therealsnape!

A little something.Collapse )

All the best to you!

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]
 
 
 
 
 
Kiwi Crocus
04 October 2013 @ 11:18 pm
Happy Birthday, Professor Minerva McGonagall!



You are the very best Head Witch In Charge.

(About to go read a story in your honour. It may even be about you. ;D Yes, [community profile] minerva_fest has started posting!)

[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]