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fire [03 Jan 2010|12:09am]
[ mood | stressed ]

My f#%king apartment burned down.

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FIC: Being Human, Dean/Castiel [23 Nov 2008|09:28pm]
I wrote this because laceymcbain told me I should. I'm very suggestible.

Title: Being Human
Author: privatetentacle
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean and Castiel
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they aren't just two of my pretty toys. I don't own them, I can't make them go with other boys. Except here.
Spoilers: Up to 4.01

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[03 Feb 2007|11:21pm]
Bummer. My yahoo account was deleted. Just checking to see how LJ was. Still kicking : )
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moving [23 Aug 2006|11:32pm]
I just wanted to see if my LJ was still here. Well, I'm moving soon, maybe I'll have time to LJ when I'm living in Hamiltonia ...
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I am now old [28 Feb 2006|08:46pm]
Yesterday was my birthday. My Mum made me my favourite cake which, it turns out, is made from a mix carried by, according to her, only two stores on the whole planet (one of which is luckily in Saskatoon). It was tasty.

I am now old.
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I'm Allllllliiiiive!!!! [27 Jan 2006|12:23am]
I just thought I should make an entry before I got booted. Hello everyone : )
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Molly Maid? [07 Nov 2005|11:08pm]
[ mood | confused ]

So here's the deal. I work in a book store, right? And tonight I went in after the store was closed and the manager and I worked for four hours cleaning up the storage and staff rooms. We threw stuff out, we moved stuff around, we organized service stock, we repackaged things, we put in new shelving; we basically knocked the stuffing out of the staff room's crap-hole-y-ness and made a little more room in the storage room.

So what?

I feel a disproportionate amount of satisfaction. I looked on that staff room, with its clean manager's desk, its tidy little lunch table, its fully and accessibly stocked shelves of printer paper and till rolls and I felt that I had discovered my America. I felt accomplished, replete, done. I felt good.

I haven't felt good about my Master's degree in three years. So what - should I chuck it all and go work for Molly Maid? Now, that's not a serious question, because I don't think I would be happy cleaning up busy people's messy houses. But I'm wondering if I should go into clutter consulting or ... well, what else is there?

I think the sense of satisfaction comes from tangible results. That's something you don't get much of in academics. I was also considering going into power engineering after I get my degree ... well, it's a possibility ... it's in the mental hopper. But that wouldn't give me any tangible results either.

So. I don't know what this personal discovery means, but I feel like I should do something with it and I don't know what.

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And There Shall Be A Great Rejoicing [25 Oct 2005|12:07am]
[ mood | skiptastic!! ]

And there shall be a great rejoicing!! Today I worked on my thesis for an hour. A whole hour!! This, is a break-through of MONUMENTAL proportions!! I read two short stories and MADE NOTES. I'm actually pretty proud. I also wasn't scared off in a totally huge way like I have been other times when I forayed into thesis-work-land. That is to say I am not entirely looking forward to the work to come, but I feel that it is accomplishable. So yay me : )

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Ninety-Five [29 Sep 2005|11:30pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

My Granny turned ninety-five today. She had major surgery last year and, while she is less energetic than she was, she is still as sharp as a tack and gets mad at herself when she only has enough energy to scrub one floor or make one three course meal. She's a fabulous person and I feel really lucky that I've had her in my life for so long.

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Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! [19 Jul 2005|08:14pm]
[ mood | apprehensive ]

So I have a bed. Big! Comfy! Bouncy! Bed!

For the last three weeks (since I moved) I've been sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Not comfy. Not bouncy.

I had a limited window of opportunity to buy a new bed. I'd been putting it off or had it put off by my brother (the one with a truck) for a month. Basically, bad luck had dogged my every attempt. So last Saturday between eleven and twelve was it. The golden hour.

I went to the cheap-ass furniture warehouse place and bought my damn bed from the cheesiest salesman alive.

Excerpts From Sales Pitch:

private: I was really looking for something a little less expensive.

el cheese: *looks thoughtful* Can you *sweeps arms dramatically across desk* open your mind?

private: What?

el cheese: ~explains that the slightly damaged stuff for cheap that I'd been trying to get him to show me for fifteen mintues is downstairs~


private: *stretching out shamelessly* It's a little firm.

el cheese: *disbelievingly - to brother* I can't believe she doesn't like that mattress.

private: *irked at blatant pressuring and appeal to non-mattress-buying-male* I'm not buying it if I think it's wrong for me.

el cheese: Oh no, of course not. Tell me, is this your significant other? *gestures at brother*

private: *makes retching sounds in head, womanfully refrains from doing it out loud* No, he's my brother.

el cheese: Well, do you have a significant other?

private: *significant pause* Yes.

el cheese: And is he a ... big man?

private: ...

el cheese: Well?

private: Is this about coils? Or springs? Like that bowling ball commercial? *thinking to self that it better be*

el cheese: Exactly.

Thereby narrowly averting a painful death. I wanted so badly to not buy the mattress and tell him it was because he was incredibly creepy, but I really needed not to sleep on the floor anymore.

My brother, L, thought it was hilarious.

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The Private is in the Building [12 Jul 2005|06:42pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

I just got home from having coffee with laceymcbain. I just moved into my apartment building recently, so as I came in I checked to see if my satanic landlady had put my name on the intercom list. The list read:

apt# Chu
apt# Burns
apt# My RL Name
apt# Private
apt# Philips

Now, presumably, the individual listed below me just doesn't want his or her name displayed. But my first thought was: Oh, she put my name by the wrong apartment number.


Maybe I should stay off LJ. I think I identify too much with my LJ self when I'm active!

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Things That Are Dumb [12 Jul 2005|12:47pm]
I have spent the last month thrashing through the inhospitable wilderness of RL and I return to LJ bearing the burden of knowledge.

Things I have learned:

Moving is dumb.
Not having a can-opener is dumb.
Boys are dumb.
My new landlady is dumb (stupid, actually).
My thesis supervisor is dumb.
Boys are dumb.
Not having the internet at home is dumb (insane, actually).
My thesis is dumb (or would be if it existed).
Boys are dumb.

That's pretty much it. Not much to show for a month of intense research, but it's more useful knowledge than "42."
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O's new sv fic: Clark, Lex and the Naked Chef [14 Jun 2005|11:39pm]
[ mood | blue ]

Just dropping by to pimp obscuranb's "new" fic : )

The title is "Clark, Lex and the Naked Chef." Need I say more?

Part One

Part Two

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Made In Canada [02 Jun 2005|11:45pm]
I met a guy tonight who has a Canadian flag tattooed on his calf (I freakin' love that). It has the legend "Made in Canada 1979" above it and ... wait for it ... the maple leaf in the centre of the flag morphs into the Superman logo!


This guy is also an actor; he's built like a brick shithouse. He says he doesn't get much local work because he's too big (6'4'', 300 pounds - all muscle). I told him he'd make a great Bane and he laughed and said he'd tried to get that role but he hadn't been able to get an interview (is Bane going to be in the new Superman movie?). After a few minutes I said oh, you'd make a great Venom, too. He gave me this really strange look and then said he'd interviewed for the role of Eddie Brock in February (I should be an agent, eh?). Apparently Eddie's going to be in the third Spiderman movie and Venom will be in the fourth. Cool! Venom is my absolute favourite villain, after Lex.

Also, I found out that Ryan Reynolds is going to be The Flash in the upcoming movie. I could die that makes me so happy!
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Millionaire Bruce Wayne McBain [27 May 2005|12:41am]
Today, E and I watched Fantasy Mission Force, in which a team of rogues and thieves recruited by the government set out to battle a group of Nazis who drive 70s cars and have kidnapped several generals from the period around the Civil War, but are distracted from their mission by vampires, ghosts, and a group of Amazon-like women under the thrall of a guy who may or may not now be the host of Iron Chef. And Jackie Chan shows up every now and then.

It was fucking brilliant.

In other news, I have decided to bear laceymcbain's virtual love child. His name will be Millionaire Bruce Wayne McBain.
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Haikus for you ... [25 May 2005|02:05am]
[ mood | chipper ]

Nuala, who is studying for her comps, sent an email to the SVG last week reminding us to mail our postcards to the WB. At the end of the email she wrote: "And now, back to (ugh) poetry review."

I liked my response so much I have to post it for posterity:

Elks, bears, owl, and snow.
These are the postcards I sent.
Smallville hear my plea!

My requests are few,
Just that you have Lex and Clark
Fuck like wee bunnies.

And that Lana die
In a freak cappucino
Accident. That's all.

Haikus for you, *friend*;
So you may read without guilt
My words of response.

*Nuala's RL name is one syllable*


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Project Spam [20 May 2005|03:20am]
[ mood | industrious ]

I just saw some gorgeous Northern Lights from my balcony. I don't spend enough time outside at night. *sighs*

And I finished writing my Spam Smallville (not official name of campaign) postcards tonight. I wrote six. I'm sending them off tomorrow! *feels industrious*

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SV Fic: Merry Sue (Epilogue) [18 May 2005|02:17pm]
Okay, here's the last bit. Posting it has reminded me how much fun I had writing it.

Err. Actually, writing it was hell. I completely spazzed and Christmas 2004 will forever be known by my family as the year the private flipped out and spent Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and most of Boxing Day bitching and hunched over her laptop writing that shrimp fork thing for her friend ... what was it about anyway?

But the aftermath was better. The SVG held a reading of all our Merry Sues, which were absolutely incredible: to a woman we did an excellent job. They even let/made me read my 84 page monster and were a fabulous (as always) and responsive audience.

Thanks laceymcbain, nualanightbloom, obscuranb, and blandine for being such great friends this last year, in fandom and RL.

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SV Fic: Merry Sue (Part Nine) [18 May 2005|02:08pm]
[ mood | self-immolating ]

Hey all!

*waves cheerily but sports frightening Joker-esque grin*

I just remembered that I had a $250 gift card in my wallet. You know, those cards that have "protect like cash" written right on them?

*looks around for sound of gnashing teeth*

*realizes is self*

Guess how happy the private is right now?

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SV Fic: Merry Sue (Part Eight) [18 May 2005|01:57pm]
[ mood | a little scared ... ]

Yeesh. This so should have been in four or five parts. There's no method to my madness.


Now there have been threats involving octopuses, so I'm just going to go ahead and post the rest. But I'm committed to doing it in weird little posts. So there will be two more. Because I want there to be. And, to quote laceymcbain, "it's my LJ and I'll do what I want to!"

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