ms_prue: (taking notes)
 Today was hot but the insulation kept things nice inside. I made gazpacho for dinner but forgot to put the red onion in it, oops. The cat broke her not-hunting streak, curse it all. And I wrote ~600 words on two different projects. Not including this post, obvs.
ms_prue: (Default)
 Shh don't tell anyone I missed the last two days of posting for no particularly good reason. Not much has happened beyond the usual, with the exceptions of teaching myself how to put up a bun with three bobby pins and no elastic (probably 18 years behind the rest of the development curve but I'm glad I got here, because my hair today was fabulous, at least viewed from behind) and reading the Patternist books. And now I'm going to go to bed and read some more, hooray.
ms_prue: (Default)
 Today we went down to Bunnings and got a roll of sarking for the sunroom, which is now more of a disco tent. THE HOUSE IS SO COOL NOW. It's incredible. And we haven't even done the skylight in the kitchen yet. Today wasn't particularly hot either, which is why the difference with the sarking in place was so profound. Husband claims to have found the remains of sticky tape up there, which might be traces of whatever dodgy insulation measures the last people who lived here did.
ms_prue: (taking notes)
 I have written over 4000 words today. Four thousand words! I also spent my many-years-worth stockpile of fictional space currency on a huge amount of what are essentially scratchies and did not win a single thing worth winning. This was before I started writing the 4000 words. I am not saying my sudden interest in writing original fiction about ladies in space is attributable to my poor spending decisions in the computer game where I run around playing a fictional lady in space, but it's probably not unrelated. Also it seemed like a reasonable way to distract myself from the anxiety of waiting for the email about the job (which did finally arrive this afternoon). I now have two 2000-word outline/sketch/plot summary thingies for books in a series, and a vague feeling about what the third book should contain but no actual plot for it, nor any details really beyond "chase scene" and "polyamory". But that is a good start y/y? Okay it's a rubbish start, but I feel good about the 4000 words at least.
ms_prue: (hallo thar neighbour)
 Got over myself long enough to make a phone call to Prospective Employers to check I hadn't missed an email from them with the job offer. I did have to start baking a banana cake before calling so that once it was in the oven I had no more excuses to delay. The cake is delicious so well done me.
ms_prue: (waving)
 I had a list of stuff to achieve today but I got barely half of it done. I like making lists, I make a lot of lists, and I sometimes stop myself from making lists because very often my list items tend to stay Not Done. For some reason list-making me envisages task-doing me as a perfectly functional, rational adult who revels in completing things to the best of her ability, despite decades of evidence to the contrary. Writing things down puts them in the domain of this mythical creature who gets shit done, and I the list-writer, my list-writing job completed, carry on blithely into the future to do fuck-knows-what and never look at the list again. Hence I managed to hand in the assignment due today, because it was not on the list, but not to tidy the house. I would like for the house to be tidy. I would like for my lounge room to look like a magazine photographer is due any moment to document its perfection for posterity, every single day. I would like to know what that plastic shopping bag of mystery stuff sitting next to the bookcase is and to be able to deal with it effectively but just not right now. Later. Maybe tomorrow.
ms_prue: (ugh)
 The chocolate in my pantry melted.

The chocolate. In my pantry. Melted.

The chocolate in my pantry melted.

Probably the blame lies with the pantry being on the wall between the kitchen and the dining room/sunroom, which is actually really a greenhouse that just happens to lean on the house proper. Inspired by Stephanie's advice we are looking into renter-friendly DIY solutions for insulating it, because I spent literally all winter avoiding it for fear of hypothermia and talking about how much I was looking forward to being able to use it as the study/sewing room in spring. Also if we cover the roofing with reflective insulation the ceiling will be shiny! I love shiny things. I also love not getting sunburned indoors. This insulation stuff is going to be awesome.
ms_prue: (up there! in the sky!)
It was hot! But I survived! Now to go to bed early and make it through tomorrow too.
ms_prue: (just no)
 Tomorrow is going to be 35 degrees, and the next day, and the day after will be 18 degrees because Melbourne. So I have to dress for sunstroke/heat exhaustion for field work tomorrow but keep the winter doona on the bed because it will get back to single digits by Wednesday night. I cannot express how deeply wrong it is to hear that it's cooler back home in tropical north Queensland than down here, halfway to Antarctica.
ms_prue: (taking notes)
We got husband a new phone today but he'll need to organise a nano-SIM from work before he can use it. First 30 degree day of the heatwave went fine - turns out the air-conditioner in the kitchen does work (yay) even though the ones in the bedrooms don't. In the morning before it got too hot to use the sunroom where the sewing machine lives, I got a bunch of mending done that I'd been putting off forever.
ms_prue: (waving)
 I almost forgot I had an assignment due today... well the note on Blackboard said today but the system assignment submission date said Wednesday. I am honestly out of shits to give re. assessment and due dates for this course. I just want to get out with the diploma and never have anything to do with higher education in this country ever again. I should also see if I can write a basic introductory surveying book for the Australian market because I reckon there's money to be made. One of my biggest complaints about the diploma is none of the poorly-formatted Word documents they've given us can be used in any way as reference material in future. And the teaching staff wonder why many of the students don't have a handle on the basics even after the better part of a year! There's nothing for the poor bastards to look up and barely any context given in class to make notes about. Half the stuff in the maths class last semester I had to reverse-engineer what they were trying to teach from my uni notes from 2013-14.

Husband spent this public holiday working remotely from home. I should be so diligent tomorrow and log into uni remotely to get all my drafting backlog done and avoid spoilers until it's time to watch Doctor Who.
ms_prue: (taking notes)
 I am five chapters in and heartily enjoying The Dispossessed now, after an uncertain start. My experience of Le Guin's writing has been pretty much confined to Earthsea - I think I tried to read The Left Hand of Darkness during high school and barely made it through chapter one. The Odonian conceptualisation of freedom is just lovely, I think I would feel right at home on a desert moon full of Odonian anarchists.

Friday is a public holiday for Sports, which is just ridiculous but Reliable Sources tell me it ties in with a construction industry rostered day off on Monday, and is not so much in honour of the football grand final so much as to thank the aforementioned industry's union for its support and hard work getting the current state gov elected. Not that this state has a corruption problem! Of course not! I am totally getting Victoria confused with states like New South Wales which have a functioning anti-corruption agency that has done a lot of good in the last two years actually tackling problems at state gov level. Victoria has no such equivalent entity with equivalent power to enquire into the dealings of state gov because it doesn't have a corruption problem, obvs.

Heard back about the job and I have a verbal offer with writing to follow next week, yay.
ms_prue: (ugh)
Today I declared my LJ abandoned and trawled Flickr Commons for raw materials for icons. Apparently women in archival photography throughout the ages have not been allowed to have facial expressions, so I branched out into fashion illustrations. I was not expecting so much graphic anatomy and body horror in the 'woman' tag of the Commons (tbh I was not expecting any). Anyway, I now have some new icons. I think this one is my new favourite.
ms_prue: (hallo thar neighbour)
 Today I finally wrapped my head around the subdivision design for the big project (yay!) and hopefully I've come up with a solution that requires no additional curves. Still loving the pilates classes at the gym and noticing lots of improvement in my strength and posture and flexibility, so that's making me happy. And I saw a neighbourhood cat on the way to the station this morning who was happy for pats and very photogenic in the beautiful morning sunshine, and the cat over the road on the way home came out to the gate to greet me but wasn't interested in actually being petted. I have yet to catch sight of the elusive Sheep Cat which my sister promises me lives between our house and the station too.
ms_prue: (:/)
 I have been updating people on updates all updating day and therefore there is no daily update today.
ms_prue: (Default)
 I am totally in another procrastination loop, but the house is clean at least? Well, sort of clean. Bits of it are cleaner than they were two days ago. I started out with good intentions about catching up on drafting assignments but then got a phone call about the job application I put in last week for a casual survey assistant gig (interview Monday). Mum is out of hospital tomorrow and told me I should cut down on chocolate. Considering her almost-textbook healthy lifestyle, I don't think cutting out chocolate is going to help me dodge that particular bullet.

Today's thing I made were some sketchbooks from recycled paper and other stuff I had lying around the house, supposedly for sketching in. However I have not actually sketched anything as yet. Tomorrow sister and I are going to start drafting trouser patterns and hit the op shops for sheets for practice fabric.
ms_prue: (:/)
So apparently my family is going for some sort of heart attack denial record and my time to beat is 36 hours. Mum added a whole 12 hours to her mother's record and will be in hospital til Sunday. Her stents went in fine, and she's got lots of people to help her and Grandma out while she recovers. Not realising at the time that I now have a family history of heart attacks, I baked these very low production value versions of Hollywood brownies earlier today. They did come in handy for stress-eating.

340g couvature dark chocolate, chopped (aka a parially-nibbled 375g block of Home Brand compound cooking chocolate that I attacked last month when it was the last chocolate in the house and I was desperate)
175g butter, chopped
330g white sugar (typical Hollywood)
4 eggs
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 cup single cream (substituted yoghurt instead)
110g plain flour
100g chopped nuts (eg. hazelnuts, pecans, walnuts), optional (I opted out due to lack of nuts)
Preheat oven to 170C and butter and line with baking paper a 20x30cm cake tin. Combine the butter and chocolate in a big saucepan over low heat and stir occasionally until just melted. Remove from heat and stir in sugar, then add eggs one at a time (crack into a teacup and beat a little with a fork before tipping it in). Then add the vanilla, cream and flour, and the nuts last. Stir until just combined and take care not to over-mix. Pour into the prepared tin and bake for ~40 mins. The top should be crusty and crackly and a skewer inserted should come out with a little crumb and a little batter. Cool in tin. Makes "24" "servings".
And I made a reasonably faithful version of Tessa Kiros's fasolada (here's a sneaky link because I'm lazy) which I was not expecting my household to actually love but when I got home they were raving about how good it was. I used lima beans and it came out looking very much like the picture in the book (love it when that happens).
ms_prue: (Default)
I want to set myself a personal challenge of posting once a day for 30 days but so far I've deleted 10 different versions of this post! No wonder it's a challenge. Anyway, I've been kicking it off by making an effort to subscribe to people (hello there, if you're looking at this wondering why I've just subscribed to you on DW) with mutual interests and also familiar names from tumblr (hi tumblr people!) and from livejournal back in the day (hello there!).

Today I popped into the library to pick up the new William Gibson and a Sarah Mayberry I'd reserved and my favourite librarian thanked me for purchase-requesting Ancillary Mercy (he's now second in the queue). He achieved favourite librarian status shortly after I moved to Melbourne for being a huge Doctor Who fan and also showing me the purchase request form, which I promptly used to order the entire Eternal Sky series by Elizabeth Bear.

Despite/in addition to the massive quantities of time I have spent killing my higher brain functions with computer games since 2012, I have still been reading, and I reckon I update Goodreads more than anywhere else. Lately I haven't logged every single thing I've read on Goodreads because I have been re-reading a lot of stuff from my teenage years that I now have in ebook form. Honestly, I could not have survived the commuting on the train this year without the books on my phone.

tl;dr - yay, books!

ms_prue: (clara)
IDEK how this works it's been so long since I've been here or written fic (SORRY EVERYONE I know you missed me, not) - anyway, Owls wanted a specific flavour of 12/Clara and I have attempted to oblige as best I am able. Except I can't do titles anymore so I just stole a line from a Doris Day song.

Title: Let's Pretend That We're Both Counting Sheep
Rating: All Ages
Characters: Clara Oswald/Twelfth Doctor
Warnings: Spoilers I guess for Last Christmas?
Summary: In which Clara goes furniture shopping in Alpha Centauri.
A/N: Points for knowing where the supposed location of this furniture shop is totally plagiarised from.


Read more... )

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Q. What are you doing here on DreamWidth, Prue?
A. Good question. Next question!

Q. Where is your smutty fanfic?
A. Still cluttering up the internet on LiveJournal, Teaspoon (Doctor Who) and AO3 (Mass Effect).

Q. Why don't you write any more?
A. Um... reasons including Mass Effect 3 online multiplayer and romance novels. But now I've agreed with my poor neglected husband to cut gaming down to only 4 nights a week, maybe I can start to use my brain for writing again. Plus, you know, having a shiny new companion on Doctor Who might also help.

Q. ...
A. Nup, 3 questions is all you're getting for now. Got another question for me? Leave it in a comment.

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