[livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic done and posted! I need to make some final tweaks (I think I missed a tag, and I may have a typo), but at least it's posted. I'll edit after the deadline, because the servers are already groaning under the pressure. It took me ages to get the form and the preview to load, and the final upload took so long I thought I would have to start over.

And now, some sleep. All of three and a half hours of it, because I need to get up at eight tomorrow. Today. In the morning.
empyreus: (yuletide2009 by chomiji)
( Dec. 22nd, 2009 03:38 am)
Yuletide fic posted, woot! And with a massive 26 minutes and 45 seconds to go, too.

For my next trick, I think I shall fall into bed. Tomorrow Today Tomorrow is gift-hunting day. And it's picture-posting day, too, since I have some pictures of the wonderfully snowy and wintry weather we're currently enjoying that I want to share.

Oh, and a mostly belated Happy Solstice! We had 4 hours and 40 minutes of daylight today, so the longest night is indeed long here.
empyreus: (cooking)
( Jul. 28th, 2009 08:05 pm)
Sometimes I love thrift stores. Today, I found a vintage Moulinex Mouli-Julienne for a mere 3 e, and of course I immediately bought it, because I haven't seen one for sale in ages. (I think Moulinex still makes them, but I'm not sure. Besides, the new models seem to be boring and white. The vintage ones are much more stylish: who can resist the lovely orange-and-brown Seventies colour combination?) No, I didn't really need one, though they are fantastic if you have to grate bigger amounts and don't want to reduce your fingertips to bloody pulp. No, it was more about nostalgia than anything else. My parents have one of these, and so did my grandfather, so I associate them with childhood, and by extension, with the wonder I felt when I played with it as a child. (Look, it looked weird, had parts that came loose without destroying the thing, and it had a handle you could turn. That was enough for me. *g*)

Yes, I post pictures of my kitchen appliances. )

Yes, this is how interesting my life is at the moment. ;)
I promised [livejournal.com profile] caras_galadhon I'd post pictures of my adventures in the kitchen baking, so here, have a breadspam. :) I made my favourite cold-rise bread, which is absolutely delicious and which has amazingly crispy crust. It does take a bit longer to make, yes, but it's utterly worth it in the end. The fact that you start the dough the night before and let it sit in the fridge overnight means you have piping hot and fresh breakfast bread with a minimum of effort.

In addition to baking, I also went for a morning swim (and gah, the water was scrotum-tightening cold despite the time of year). I swam before breakfast, and when I came back, I put the bread in the oven and took a shower while it baked. Yes, it meant my breakfast was quite late, but the bread made it all worth it. Fresh bread and fresh coffee = definitely made of large amounts of win. I also love the scent of fresh bread.

But enough chatter. Pics or it didn't happen, isn't that what they say? (You get pictures of the bread, not of me swimming. The bread probably looks more appetizing. *g*)

Mm, bread. )
empyreus: (yuletide2008 by liviapenn)
( Dec. 21st, 2008 04:18 am)
Upload number 1404-.

Thank god for the one-hour extension. I wasn't just down to the wire if you went with the intended deadline, it was cutting into me. 11 minutes past the original deadline, 49 minutes to go with the new one.

And for my next trick, I shall fall into bed.
empyreus: (squee)
( Aug. 12th, 2008 10:12 pm)
I has new hair. :) My sister and mother, who apparently were sick of my old hair (almost down to my elbows and nearly all one length, usually always worn pinned up), ganged up on me and treated me to a haircut and dye job. My hair is now layered, reaches my shoulders and is a deep, glossy reddish-mahogany shade. I'm still getting used to it, particularly the length (I nearly freaked out when I saw how much the hairdresser was cutting - I'm oddly protective of my hair, particularly of the length), but I'm sure it'll grow on me.

This week is turning out to be quite a see-saw happening-wise, it seems.

EtA: and now I cracked a tooth. Oh for fuck's sake, why now?
I spent 300 e on a new bed this afternoon. :D It was a bit more than I'd planned to spend, but hell, the bed I bought was a thousand times more comfortable than the one I'd looked at first. And it's not like I need to buy a new bed every year, either. (My old one is at least 15 years old, and I think it's time to have the old dear scrapped. The springs are in a rather sorry state, particularly around the middle, and it's only 80 cm wide.)

They're delivering it tomorrow afternoon. *glee* I can't wait. 120 x 200 cm of firm-springed (sprung?) bliss.

No, the icon doesn't really have anything to do with the post unless you count the fact that yes, I'd really like to see those two in bed together *g*, but the glee expressed is close to mine.
Well, that was certainly interesting. My sister was giving me a ride home from work today, and just before we set off, the following conversation took place:

Me: "Could you open the driver's side door, please?"
Her: "Why?"
Me (very calmly): "Because my fingers are caught in it."

Yes. I usually take the back seat and sit behind the driver's seat, and when I got in, I held on to the thin strip between the two doors for support while I hefted my backpack inside. My sister wasn't paying attention and slammed her door, which meant my fingers got caught. Thankfully the insulation strips are thick, so nothing in my hand broke or cracked. At least I don't think anything did. I can move all the affected fingers, and there's only a bit of pain. They'll be bruised, of course, but I'm fairly sure that's it. And it's my left hand, so I'm okay.

Sometimes I wonder how I manage to get myself into all these weird situations.
empyreus: (devilry)
( Apr. 22nd, 2008 10:08 pm)
When ordinary people are tired, they flop on the couch and watch tv, read a book or take a nap. After work today, I was tired, and did indeed flop on the couch for a bit. Then I forced myself to get up and go for a 45 minute jog. o_O I don't know why. I don't even like running.

Now I'm pleasantly tired and buzzing with endorphins, and I feel rather pleased with myself. Mind, only time will tell if I manage to make this into a habit.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's post about how every muscle in my body hates me.
empyreus: (foolish)
( Mar. 28th, 2008 10:34 am)
I fixed the Semagic issue. Turns out it was caused by the stupidest error of all: a bad download. For some reason, using the main dl link on the Sourceforge page got me two bad downloads.(One of the first things I did when it failed was download the installer again.) When I used the backup/mirror link, everything worked perfectly and Semagic installed without a single problem.

I feel like such an idiot.
Ow. This week is just not going well. Yesterday, as I was biking to work (being in a bit of a hurry, too), I managed to fall. It wasn't a bad fall, more a sideways slip, but the stupid thing was that just before it happened, I'd actually deliberately slowed down to avoid falling, since that part of the road was so icy.

So, I slipped, hit my left knee and swore. I got up, feeling a bit annoyed, and noticed the chain had slipped. I was already running late, so I completely ignored my knee, thinking it was a bit bruised but otherwise fine (the actual thought was round the lines of "Ack, I'm going to have a bitch of a bruise tomorrow.") and focused on the chain. When I got on my way again, I knew I was almost late, so I biked hard and ignored the pain in the knee. I did notice that some of the people who passed me looked at me a bit funny, but figured I was being paranoid. It wasn't until I stopped at an intersection that I thought to look down at my knee. My trouser leg was torn, but I couldn't see the skin, so I reasoned the hole was the reason people looked. I was wrong. )

I know. I should be wrapped up in cotton and forbidden to bike in winter. :P
empyreus: (yuletide owl by chomiji)
( Dec. 20th, 2007 04:00 am)
Yuletide done and posted. Mine was #809, with 3 hours, 1 minute and 11 seconds to spare. (Give or take a few seconds.)

Now all I have to do is panic for at least five days about what the recipient thinks and whether or not the whole bloody thing is made of fail.

And now, a few hours of well-earned sleep. I have a feeling the thesis meeting later today will end up rather interesting...
empyreus: (warmest word)
( Sep. 17th, 2007 03:19 pm)
How to tell you're hungry and/or that the food you've just made is good: you bite your own finger when sampling said food by hand.

I made a very free interpretation of falafel (chickpeas, bell peppers, onion, sesame seeds, lemon juice and chili in the batter) and it turned out brilliant. Well worth the bit of elbow work in the beginning (i.e. mashing the chickpeas by hand since I don't have a food processor). Because I am a dork, I had to snap a picture of it. You can see it here. An approximate recipe (since I dashed in a lot of this and that and deviated from the original recipe) is available on request. :)
I can't get my head around how I always manage to find myself in the most bizarre situations.

This morning, as I was biking to work, I was hit by a car. Now, before you panic, let me stress that I'm okay. My right knee hurts like a bitch and I have a bruise on my left side, over the lowest arch of my ribs, but other than that, I'm whole. My bike seems to have a minor wonk to the back tire (oh delicious irony), but it's whole as well.

The incident (or accident, whichever you prefer) was a bit bizarre, really. I was biking uphill on the pavement, between the shopfronts and a delivery truck, swerving a bit to get past a courier van that was parked behind the truck and next to the entrance to an underground parking garage. Traffic was a bit busy, but the van blocked my view onto the lane nearest me, so I had to guess whether or not I had time to get past the entrance. I slowed down a bit and pedalled on, and as soon as I got past the van, a car turned to drive down the ramp to the garage. I had enough time to wrench my bike to the side, so I hit the front bumper and hood of the car with my left side first. It's not as violent as it sounds, because the bike was between me and the car, and I only slumped to the side and partially onto the hood of the car. All I had time to think was "Fucking hell, I'll hit it". The driver (a woman about my own age) looked absolutely shattered as she got out of the car, and kept asking if I was okay, was I hurt, was everything all right. I told her I was fine (for some bizarre reason I was more worried about the car), and gave her my number when she asked for it. She later called me to see if I was okay, and her husband called me about half an hour ago to clarify things. Apparently there were a few dents on the car, and now I'm all flaily and wondering if my work insurance covers that sort of thing. (It should cover trips to work as well as time spent at work, but I have to check.) I really don't need to have to cough up hundreds of euros for bodywork.

I don't want to have to deal with shite like this. *curls up*
Completely randomly: strong coffee with Bailey's, foamed milk, cinnamon and dark chocolate is deliciously decadent.

It needs a snappy name, though. I Just Mixed Ingredients In a Slapdash Manner and Turned Out a Decent Coffee Drink isn't all that concise. *g*
Today I learned something new about myself: when I try to speak Norwegian, everything I produce is prosodically Danish. Pitch, inflection, rhythm and occasionally even lexis.

Now, I know I can't speak Norwegian properly, and that my attempts generally are 80% Swedish with Norwegian words thrown in, but I wasn't aware of having such a strong prosodic bent toward Danish. (Which, by the way, I don't speak properly either.)

I have the Ukrainian guest researcher to thank for this new insight into my already strange linguistic behaviour. My interpreting teacher had signed us up as test subjects in one of his studies on... something. I think it was pauses in interpreting and retelling of short narratives. (As an aside: the researcher has one of the most fascinating accents I have ever heard. It's Ukranian/Russian and broadly Australian at the same time.)

I was asked to listen to and retell three short narratives in Finnish, then three narratives in Swedish, then simulataneously interpret three short pieces from Finnish to Swedish and three from Swedish to Finnish. I was also asked to retell a short Norwegian piece in Finnish and a short Finnish piece in Norwegian. This was when things got interesting. See, like I said, I don't speak Norwegian. I understand it fairly well, yes, but I certainly don't speak it with any degree of fluency. The researcher urged me to at least try, so I did, but the end result was more interesting than accurate. (One of my main problems with producing anything resembling spoken Norwegian is that it is too close to Swedish pitch- and melody-wise, so I over-compensate and end up speaking bastardised Danish instead.) He also asked me to tell short stories (two minutes) about a place I had never been to, in Finnish, Swedish and--wait for it--Norwegian. At this point, I was so bogged down in languages that I agreed. The Norwegian story ended up being the longest of them all (clocking in at about three and a half minutes), and when I finished, he was grinning broadly. "This is fantastic," he enthused. "Your Norwegian is almost exclusively Danish prosodically, even when it comes to the lexis." I apologized and repeated that I didn't really speak Norwegian. "No, no," he protested, "no need to be sorry, this is brilliant. This'll make for great research material." Err, yay? He also commented on how much he loves the sound of Danish, and that my speech had been pleasant despite being wrong prosodically.

I'll be meeting with him in April as well, to contribute some more material, and he was so grateful it was almost embarrassing. "I've exploited you so much, so feel free to ask for any favours." (Yes, he said 'exploited'.) We'd briefly discussed other languages during the test, and I'd mentioned I'd really like to pick up Russian again. He told me I'm free to come to him for refresher lessons or conversation if I so wish, and I may well take him up on that offer, provided I have the time.

Wow. That was long and boring and geeky.
I've been silent for a while because I've been having computer troubles, and not the little annoying ones, either. No, this is the rather more irritating "Oh hi, I decided to fuck up your registry settings, declare the system folder corrupt and Windows unstartable" type. I took the ailing drive out, hooked it up to another computer and thought I'd shift the files off it before reformatting the lot. It didn't work. The host computer insisted the drive was empty/unformatted, and I was tearing my hair and panicking. Yes, I'm that attached to my data.

After several days of "Oh holy hell, I'm going to lose all my files since this is a cracked and modded OS and I don't know where the install disc is and god what's the admin password"-wailing and frantic googling of data recovery methods over at my parents' place (thankfully close to me), I was about ready to throw in the towel and format the whole bloody hard drive. I didn't, because a small and still sane part of my brain suggested I sit down and calm the fuck down. Long story short: I was just about to take the wonky drive out and pop another (spare) hard drive into the host computer, irrationally reasoning that if I formatted the spare and installed XP on that one, it might be able to see the wonky drive that was the slave at present. And that was when I saw the tiny, stupid error I had made. When I fixed that, the drive displayed correctly and let me access it. I'm presently moving the files from the wonky drive to a temporary external drive, and it's a slow process, seeing as I have lots (~65gigs) of data to shift. (And before you ask: yes, I was stupid enough not to have recent backups. Hence the flailing when the problem occurred.)
I'll still have to reinstall XP (and I think I'll be going with an unmodded version this time, thank you) and move all the files from the temporary external hard drive to the old one, but I can handle that. Of course, this means I'll still be effectively computerless and netless at my flat, but seeing as I'll be spending Christmas with my parents, I should be able to at least check my email once a day. Hopefully I'll be able to finish (and type in) the three fics I have to hand in before the 25th. Keep your fingers crossed.

The worst thing (well, second worst, after the debilitating flailpanic) is that the hard drive went wonky on Tuesday morning, which meant I technically defaulted in [livejournal.com profile] yuletide. (I wonder if I can say that without revealing too much. I probably can.) If I upload a fic before the 25th, it counts as a NYR fic, but I still feel terrible. I let my recipient down. (Yes, I know I can't be blamed for the hard drive deciding to act up, but I still feel guilty.) I've also had to let the mods of another fic challenge (I'm doing four this year, and yes, I know I'm clearly insane) know that my fic will be late. And then there's the one that I'm co-moding, the fic for which isn't done yet either. Gah. And then there's the fact that I still need to find gifts for people tomorrow.

Oh, and there's this: the people who answered the holiday card post will be getting New Year's cards rather than Christmas/whatnot ones, because I was overwhelmed and overstressed and unable to finish the cards on time.

Right. Over and out and back to watching the flying folders and status bars...

Okay, so the icon isn't quite fitting, but so what. Geeking is geeking, right?
It's been one of those days again. I was almost late for work, so I biked like an idiot and failed to see a long stretch of black ice on a zebra crossing. This led to me overestimating the sharpness of a curve, and lo, I went sprawling. Luckily, I didn't hit my head, but I skidded forward on my knees. The impact was hard enough to numb my knees, and at first I was only angry that I'd managed to rip the knees of a favourite pair of trousers and worried I'd be late for work. I headed back to my flat to change into something non-ripped, and absent-mindedly wondered why my left shin felt so cold. The gory details )

There's other mayhem going on as well, mostly related to three different fic challenges. One situation resolved itself, but two remain. *holds head* And ack, I haven't even properly started on my Yuletide fic yet. Wah.

*limps off to write and beat her head against the desk*
Empy FTW when it comes to the conversation analysis! Yep, I managed to snag the overnight copy, and I've spent over two stressed hours writing the assignment. It's not perfect, but it'll have to do, because I'm sick and tired of it.

My first thought upon waking up this morning was "Oh, so it's one of those days", because I managed to get my fingers caught in a cupboard door when I went to make coffee, and I also stabbed myself in the gums while brushing my teeth. Then, as I was trying write the assignment without the proper material, our janitor decided it was a good time to start using a leaf blower. I felt like opening the kitchen window and yelling "Stop that this instant or I'll shove it up your arse and turn it on full blast!". I.hate.leaf.blowers.
Then, as I went to collect the mail before running off the university library, I found a note from Akateeminen (online bookstore), telling me that my order for Hugh Laurie's The Gun Seller will be delayed as their stockist had run out of copies. Argh!

Dear day, now would be a good time to start improving.
Love, me.

Oh, and a note: This is your final chance to sign up for a holiday card from Finland! The post is here.
I survived the double exam (sociolinguistics and media theory) today. Go me. *weak wave* I wrote until my fingers hurt*1 and finished five minutes before the bell, then staggered out of the hall to sit down and have a bit of a chat with [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm, who'd also taken the sociolinguistics exam. Unfortunately both of us had things needing to be done asap, so it was only a brief chat.

And now for something completely different: thank you for the lovely card, [livejournal.com profile] annmarwalk! It brightened up my day. :)

In more whiny news: of course I managed to accidentally skip the most important chapter when I copied parts of a conversation analysis textbook today. Argh. Of course there isn't a single available copy in the library at the moment (I photocopied parts of the overnight copy today), and the earliest I can get my hands on the overnight copy is at half past midday tomorrow. Argh. The assignment deadline is tomorrow as well, though I'm seriously considering delaying my hand-in accidentally on purpose. That, or I can make things up when needing to refer to the missing chapter. All that's required is a few references to the chapter when discussing CA projects in the Nordic countries, and if all else fails, I can write around it today and check the overnight copy tomorrow before handing in the assignment. Of course, this all hinges on me being able to get my hands on the overnight copy tomorrow. Wish me luck.

*1I also used the word 'fetishization' too many times in my answers, and may have managed several double passives. Too much academic writing.


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