empyreus: (Ian relaxed)
( Feb. 28th, 2013 08:33 pm)
Just a quick note to say that yes, I'm still alive and that I'm trying to work my way through comments that I need to reply to (because ack, I suck at replying to them in a timely manner and I apologize for that) and challenge fics I need to repost.

I also want to thank the lovely people who left me notes on the VDSA. ♥ ♥ ♥ They really brightened my day.

In other news: life continues to be a series of ups and downs (I could do with less downs, though). At least the days are getting brighter.
empyreus: (aurora borealis)
( Feb. 25th, 2012 05:31 pm)
I've been very quiet of late because RL isn't treating me that well. It's nothing major, it's just the accumulated pressure of a lot of persistent stress and poor sleeping habits. Most of the time, my mood is more or less 'meh', and I feel terrible about how it makes me withdraw from people and from being social (RL and online - I absolutely suck at commenting or replying to comments). From updating. From posting fics (challenge fics from last year, gah). I've meant to write about so many movies and shows I've seen that I've liked (Thor, The Borgias, BBC Sherlock, War Horse...) but somehow I can't seem to gather my thoughts when I sit down to update. Ditto for looking into the fandoms for the ones mentioned above. It feels a little like they're too large, too active and that I'll just get something terribly wrong if I venture in. Yes, it's entirely possible to get performance anxiety about something like that. I'm worryingly good at it.

And now, on a much cheerier note: many, many terribly belated thanks to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] caras_galadhon, [livejournal.com profile] savageseraph and [livejournal.com profile] eve_n_furter for the glass hearts. ♥ (And special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] caras_galadhon for the userhead. *squishes*) They really cheered me up.

Finally, the mandatory weather note (I am a Finn, after all, and we're obsessed with the weather): the light has been returning at which seems like a much faster pace than usual. We're already up to almost ten hours of daylight. The shortest day was a little under five hours, and that was only two months ago. It's making my mood a little lighter, because the persistent darkness during the deepest winter has begun to get to me in later years. I don't know why. Not even the snow (which we still have lots of) seems to add enough light then.
I've decided to sit [livejournal.com profile] yuletide out this year, and it already feels weird. This would have been the ninth year in a row, so it does sting a little, but I realized that I just don't have the time or the energy (fannish or otherwise) to do it justice this year. It feels like I'm already running on fumes.

I may end up participating in Yuletide Madness, though.

This post almost ended up beginning with the words "I fail at updating", but then I decided against stating the obvious. *g* I'm still here and I read my Flist almost daily, I've just slipped into lurker mode. I have at least one fic I should get around to posting, but somehow I never manage to get it done. Oh well, one fine day. :) Preferably before the holidays, unless the DDOS attacks continue.

Speaking of the holidays: it's the 4th of December and there's still no snow here. None. There've been a few flurries, but the snow has always melted away during the day. I can't remember the last time this happened, or the last time the autumn was so unseasonably warm - there's barely been any night frost. Instead, we've had dense mist and endless rain, and while the mist is quite beautiful (particularly when paired with the first light of a sunrise), it feel all wrong. The lack of snow is also making the lack of light more apparent. We're down to roughly five hours of daylight, and without snow to reflect the light, the days seem even shorter and more depressing. It's dark when I go to work and dark when I get home, and since I sit with my back to the window, I don't even see the light during the day. Meh.
empyreus: (ill)
( Aug. 13th, 2011 09:56 am)
It seems all my updates this year are along the lines of "Sorry about the month-long posting break, I'm still here." :/

I *am* still here, I just fail at updating. And fannishness. For the last two months, I've been feeling sort of adrift. Not quite cut off from anything, just... I don't know, floating around. Work-sleep-work-sleep-work, with little energy for anything else. I'm finding it hard to focus (which I suspect is caused by not sleeping enough) and apparently my body isn't amused by the strain either. My blood pressure was horribly high the last time I had it measured (this Thursday), and even though I suspect it was caused by all the screwups that happened at work that day, I suspect it's higher than it should be even on calmer days. My memory is suffering, too, and I keep having moments of "Wait, what the hell was I going to do next?" and "I swear there was something I needed to do, but I can't remember what it was".

The worst thing is that I feel even less social than usual, but mainly because I'm so tired. Meh.
First off, the important stuff: Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm!
(And my profuse apologies to all the people whose birthdays I have missed. :/ Damn you, LJ, bring back the birthday reminders.)

In other, more random news:

- I've totally forgot to post the fic I wrote for the 2010 [livejournal.com profile] sons_of_gondor Trick or Treat exchange. And related to that: go read the fic that [livejournal.com profile] afra_schatz wrote for me: Incessant (Bean/Marton and tattoos, oh my) because it's made of win.

- Many, many thanks to the person or persons unknown for the [livejournal.com profile] mome_awards nominations! I'm very flattered. :)

- Oh gah, it's that time of the year again. I need to tackle the Yuletide Signup Form Of DOOM posthaste, but I can't even figure out what to offer, let alone what to ask for. Halp.

- I'm far too amused by the fact that the hotel I'll be staying at during a course-related thingy this week is called Hotel Arthur. I'm completely serious. That's the name. Hopefully the staircases are paradox-free, and hopefully the gravity stays normal.

- I know I've forgot to mention something, but I can't figure out what it is. Oh well, that's what EtAs are for.
empyreus: (aurora borealis)
( Oct. 2nd, 2009 10:15 pm)
I'm trying to capture small things that make me happy every day, and today it was the beautiful light just around sunset.

More random October pictures: Evening sky )
Well, today could have started better. I was watching the morning news when my digital receiver decided it would stop working. Suddenly, it rebooted itself, then got stuck loading and reloading the software installer endlessly. Nothing helped: unplugging it was no good, unplugging the antenna cable was no good, removing the channel/cable card was no good. I called the importer, got bounced around in tech support, and finally got told to take the receiver to my cable company and ask them for help. Er... okay. I went to my cable company and completely stumped them. They'd never seen an error like that and told me it shouldn't even be able to get stuck in a loop like it did. They confirmed what I'd suspected: that the receiver was totally fucked and should be discarded. I clenched my teeth, thanked them and headed into town to buy a new receiver. I ended up buying a fairly cheap, basic model, since all I want is to be able to watch tv.

While dallying around in the stores, I was approached by no less than four people and asked for help. Wat. I ended up helping three old ladies and an older gentleman find the right type of vacuum cleaner bag. (Wtf?) I don't know why they, one after another, approached me to ask for help. (They were on their own, not in a group.) Sure, I was standing right by the shelf, but I really didn't look like an employee. Huh. Maybe I just looked friendly and approachable (and/or knowledgeable in the art of finding the right make and model). The amusing thing was that the older gentleman (probably in his early seventies) started flirting with me in this delightfully restrained way. It was... bewildering but cute.

In other annoying news: the front tire on my bike has a slow leak, and I need to fix that before tomorrow, since I really don't want to walk to work tomorrow morning. I'm not worried about fixing the puncture, because I've done it before and because it's easy, but I am a bit worried I won't be able to tighten the nuts and bolts holding the front wheel to the fork properly (hence risking it suddenly coming loose). I should be able to do it, though. I mean, I'm a strong girl. *g* And I have a brand spanking new flex-head socket wrench.

And now, time for coffee. Mmm caffeine.
empyreus: (A fair and noble face)
( Jan. 25th, 2009 10:00 pm)
Still here, just very silent. January has more or less been the Month of Suck (for many reasons) so far, and the constant blah-ness and lack of energy I've been battling isn't really helping, either.

And I just realized I have five fics I haven't posted yet, the oldest being the [livejournal.com profile] sons_of_gondor Halloween fic. Wow, fail on the posting front. (I'd say fail on the writing front, too. The last time I posted fic was in July. *facepalm*) Time to post them all in one go, then. Apologies in advance for the sort-of-spam. I'll leave the community posting to tomorrow to spare my Flist.
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: (got to be joking)
( May. 9th, 2008 02:01 pm)
Argh, this whole day (and week) is one big Do Not Want. The deadline for the interim report (thesis) is looming like a giant big looming thing, and I'm so stuck on the whole thing that I want to email the (temporary) supervisor and ask if I can just reschedule and present the interim report in August or something.

I've had most of this week to work on it, but I seem to have made very little progress. I keep getting stuck in the theory, snarling myself into the strands until I suddenly realize either that a) I can't use it, or b) I've misunderstood it. When I'm not getting stuck in theory, my neighbours try to drive me mad by hosting what seems to be a free-form fight in the stairwell. And did I mention we have craftsmen sandblasting the house? >_< If you think it's loud when you pass the house being blasted, try being inside it.

I have until Monday, granted, but I have work tomorrow, plus friend and family obligations that I'd feel terrible about skipping and which all eat time like mad. :( All those things considered, I technically have to finish this today. Halp.

(Sekrit note in Finnish for [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm and [livejournal.com profile] tackerama: eli näillä näkymin tulen taas käymään lauantaina mutten voi istua iltaa. :( Helvetti että mä vihaan omaa kykenemättömyyttä. Onhan mulla tekstiä, mutta se on niin sotkuista että itkettää.)
empyreus: (confused)
( Nov. 30th, 2007 11:31 pm)
It's not like my life is bizarre or anything, but today:

* I spotted my former French teacher buying two squeaking rubber chickens.
* I served a customer who turned out to have the same surname as me, and the next customer in line then told me that his sister's married surname is... (wait for it) the same as mine. This wouldn't be so weird if it weren't for the fact that there are less than 3000 people with the same surname in the country.

*shakes head* I think my daily quota of weirdness is filled.
To say today was a bit misty is an understatement. It was the densest fog I've seen in a long while. When I walked over to campus (which is right at the water's edge), the fog kept getting thicker and thicker, and down by the water, it was like a solid wall. The sun was still fairly high, so the light was pale and oddly spectral, and I wanted to wander around in the fog for hours, but I had to attend the thesis seminar. Bah.

I had enough sense to grab my camera before I headed over to campus, so I have pictures. I've only resized them and brightened them a fraction (gamma correction 1.10 for PSP people), so they're not shopped. *g* The fog really was that thick.


(Click for bigger versions.)

I even filmed it, though the quality is quite terrible. (I used my digital camera, so Panavision it ain't.) Glare from the sun and less-than-perfect quality video rendering is a bad combination. Still, you can get some idea of how dense the fog was. Note that this is a narrow strait (less than a hundred metres wide, I think), so there's an opposite shore somewhere behind the fog.
Vid or it didn't happen )

Now I want to write fic set in a mist-drenched Dol Amroth or Osgiliath. Gnn. I have so much else to do (and so, so many gift fics to finish).

EtA: fixed the terminology. It's fog, not mist, when it's this thick. Visibility was a few hundred metres, if that.
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*
... and priests will appear. Today at work, while I was trying to keep sane by wallowing in filthy and borderline blasphemous Boondock Saints-related mental images, a priest comes in. For some reason, priests/vergers/Mormons always show up when I'm on shift, and I always have a hard time keeping a straight face. This isn't because I don't respect them (because I do), but because I've generally been thinking of something blasphemous just before they show up. It's like they have sinner radar.

In other news: I now have my bike back and am 90 euros poorer. Ow. And the bastard repairman had "taken the liberty of replacing the saddle, because it was in such a state". Liberty my arse. It was fifteen easy euros for him, and I wasn't going to pay for something I hadn't asked for. I told him to take the new saddle off and put the old one back, ignoring the look he gave me. He also looked like he was about to protest, but I put on my best bitch face and stood my ground. Had he said anything, I would probably have told him something along the lines of "Look, I've just left work and I'm sweaty, tired and hungry. I've been nice to snippy people all day, my feet hurt and I have the beginnings of a tension headache from clenching my jaw. Don't start with me." I didn't have to, though. He must have understood I wasn't in a bartering mood, so he quickly ran up the total (for new gears, new chain and adjustment of the back wheel, plus labor) and ended up shaving five euros off it. He didn't mention it, but I'd taken a look at the work sheet and done some quick calculations. I don't know if it was my demeanour or if it was something else, but I didn't complain. Oh, and he ended up replacing my old saddle with another used one at no extra cost. (It's not as nice as it sounds, though, because it's hellishly uncomfortable. My poor ischial tuberosities.)

And now I'm going to fall into bed, because while an asprin took the edge off the tension headache, the tense jaw and neck are still bothering me. Plus I'm exhausted. (And really behind on replying to comments, too. I'm so sorry.)
What's that old curse again? May you live in interesting times? I certainly am. As I was biking home from work today, I heard a sudden rattle followed by a high-pitched 'ting'. This was immediately followed by a jolt as my bike came to a standstill. I managed to stay upright, as I had been biking uphill at a rather slow pace, and took a look over my shoulder. What greeted me made my heart sink and brought three or four salty invectives onto my tongue.

My chain had broken and the gears looked like modern art, snarled into the chain and the spokes of the back wheel. Thank fuck I'd been going uphill, not downhill, because I don't even want to think about what might have happened had I been barrelling down a steep hill when the chain broke.

As soon as I got home, I took a good look at the mess. It's not as bad as it looks, but it's not something I can fix on my own, either. Shite. One half of the derailleur frame is bent out of shape and the pin from the broken chain link is gone. The gears and chain have to be changed. Of course, the bike has served me for almost ten years, so I imagine a bit of maintenance is in order. I would have appreciated something a little less dramatic, though. Like, say, the chain snapping OR the gears going wonky. Not both at the same time.

I don't even want to think about what it's going to cost to fix the bloody thing. Fuckwankbuggershittingarseheadandhole.
empyreus: (sexy geek)
( Jun. 26th, 2007 10:09 pm)
I has a new screen! It's nineteen inches of lcd goodness, and I'm already in love with it. It's sleek and light as a feather compared to my old 19" crt monitor, which weighed a mind-boggling 25 kgs (!). This one weighs a mere 5 kgs, and that's mostly because of the base.

The only thing I'm not quite used to yet is how wide it is. Yes, it's a widescreen monitor, so it only does what it says on the tin, but going from 1280 to 1440 pixels in width is a bit jarring.

I can't believe how much desk space I suddenly have. Well, how much I temporarily had, really. I've just begun building a 1,000 piece jigsaw on the newly freed area. *g*

(Also, in completely unrelated news: is it just me, or is not thanking your writer in a fic challenge just plain rude? I know that the fic you receive might not always be to your taste, but honestly, the least thing you can do is thank the writer for their trouble.)
empyreus: (scribbling)
( Jun. 22nd, 2007 02:27 pm)
*collapses* Finally finished the challenge fic, with minutes to spare. I'm never writing that pairing again, I swear. I should have known to add said pairing to the "Will not write" part of the sign-up form but no, I didn't even think anyone would request it. Silly me. I should have remembered that I always manage to get assigned the oddest prompts or pairings.

And now I'm off to [livejournal.com profile] tackerama's place to spend Midsummer with her and [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm. I have cider and chocolate and I intend to use both. I also intend to take some pictures to show you that Finland isn't called the land of the midnight sun for nothing. Okay, we don't have sun all through the night like in Lapland, but today the day is 20 hours and 23 minutes long where I live, which I think counts for something. There's neither dawn nor dusk during this time of year, only a very short night. (Compare this to the three or four hours of daylight we have in midwinter. Yeah. We have a few issues about moderation when it comes to day length. Comes with living so close to the North Pole. *g*)

Have a lovely Midsummer, all of you!
empyreus: (A fair and noble face)
( Jun. 16th, 2007 12:18 am)
Right, am now a nice amount of euros poorer but soon to be one 19" lcd widescreen monitor richer. It's my slightly early birthday gift to myself, though it will in fact be late as there's no way they'll be able to deliver it on Monday.

In other news: there are no other news. I'm feeling a bit under the weather (sore throat and a bit of general listlessness), work is busy and I'm so blocked on a challenge fic it isn't even funny. However, nice things also happened: I found a hardback copy of a Swedish translation of Suetonius's De vita Caesarum for only three euros in the sales bin at the local bookstore, and my sister and I went out for an after-work pint of cider. Small things, yes, but enough to put a smile on my face.


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