This is mostly for my own benefit. Because trying to find things that I don't have posted to YouTube can get very annoying very quickly. So here is a listing of the things I've created in the past few years.
I feel like I am very sorry for getting distracted by tumblr and AO3 instead of coming to bed at a decent hour. But I also feel like you had 6 years of flashing WARNING! THIS WILL BE YOUR LIFE! signs before you actually did marry me. Thanks for putting up with me? I think you are most wonderously awesome. I would absolutely make you breakfast tomorrow.. If I wasn't still so sick and worried I might cough a lung into your eggs. Oh my god(dess) that is a HORRIFIC image! What I meant to say is I will absolutely make you a most delicious breakfast when I am feeling better because I adore you.
..please don't wake up before I have a chance to sneak into bed and pretend I've been there all along. ♥
Fuck clipping episodes. I can't believe I forgot how damned tedious it is! Clipping the first four seasons of Warehouse 13 has been ridiculous. And I've only made it through the first few episodes! Gah. There should be a website somewhere, that I can go, and acquire the clips I'm looking for. Without needing to push my already questionable sanity further than might be safe spending hours upon days upon weeks turning 42 minute episodes into a billion tiny clips of 2-10s long. Yeah. Piracy. Bad. Whatever.
I'm just saying, it'd save so much time!
Screw this. I was actually thinking about continuing the great Warehouse 13 clipfest of 2013. But no, absolutely not going to be a thing. Fuck that. I'm going to bed.
So bloody sick right now. It's been awhile since I lost my voice, I'd almost forgotten how very much it sucks. I should be sleeping, but I spent most of the day zoned out. Not quite asleep, but not really awake either. Just drifting in and out while Xena kicked ass on my TV. So at the moment I.. well, I don't exactly have energy. I have absolutely no energy at all. I'm still not even really awake. Yeah. I don't know where I was going with that. I should absolutely be asleep. End of thought.
Some new people moved in upstairs on the first. Which has been ridiculously irritating. I have no idea why 1am is the best time to rearrange furniture. Or 7am! Ffs, pick one! You can either keep me up all night, or you can wake me first thing in the morning. Don't do both. That's just rude beyond all understanding. They seem to really enjoy pancakes though. And the wife met them today, she says they're nice. I'll take her word for it. I still fail to see the need to get to know your neighbors. I enjoy the pancake smells though. They've just finished moving furniture (for the night, please? How much furniture could you possible have to move?!) and have started cooking pancakes. It's making me hungry in a vague kind of way. But the kitchen is so far right now. The thought of getting up to get anything is just making me more tired. Even just grabbing an apple. You never realize how much energy actually goes into eating an apple until you don't have any energy to spare. Maybe if I poke the wife she'll make some soup.
Gods, the Warehouse 13 head canon tumblr page is pure crack! Delicious, delicious crack. I've decided that while I'm happy I didn't have to suffer through long weeks and endless summer months waiting for new episodes, I'm vaguely irritated that I missed out on almost 5 years of WH13 community shenanigans. I was trying to explain this to my wife, when she rolled over at 3am to find me propped up in bed, still wide awake, flooding the bedroom with light from the tablet. I can't even pretend she listened patiently. I tried to defend myself, really I did. Who has time for sleep when there is almost 5 years of fandom to catch up on?! She absolutely was not having it though. I feel like if I'd been in any other room she wouldn't have cared. Or, at least, not noticed. That's the same thing right? I feel like it's also her fault in some vague, undefined way. No one asked her to roll over and get flashed in the face by tablet light. It wasn't the laptop! That thing is like a miniature sun. I should get points for that, at least.
In other news, this summer weather might be trying to kill me. It's almost September, shouldn't autumn be chasing this horrific weather away by now?
I started watching Warehouse 13 a couple months ago. I'm torn between wondering why the hell it took me so long to start watching, and happy that I didn't have to wait for episodes. I feel like waiting for the fourth season would have killed me. Helena & Myka woke up my sleeping muse. I'm full to overflowing with inspiration for fics and videos. There just aren't enough hours in the day to create them all, and I've very much missed this feeling.
Anyway. This is the first fic I've completed for them. It's actually the first fic I have completed in a very, very long time. It's not long. It's just a snapshot of the Season 3 finale. The title comes from one of my favorite poems, which I've included at the end. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it. No beta, so please forgive any mistakes or oversights.
My favourite blog has finally become a book. With all the insanely bad books being published each minute/hour/day/month/year/(insert random measurement of time here) I'm glad the IWTFY has finally become something I can give to people as birthday/holiday gifts. Something I can hold in my hands and cherish. I have a link to the blog on my journal, if you have never read it take a minute to discover it today. It'll be the best thing you do today, I promise. <3
New Lost Girl tonight! Thank you, past me, for putting it in my calendar. As busy as life is right now with all the last minute wedding details I feel like I would have missed it. Especially since I thought it was coming back next weekend.
20 days to go until the wedding. So much left to do. SO much. I'm vaguely concerned with the fact that so much of it requires both me and my fiancé to be there. And our schedules barely align after this weekend. She's off this coming week though, so I might just drop a lot of it in her lap and see how that goes!
What I want to know is who decided Lost Girl and True Blood should be on at the same time?
It's just after midnight in my little corner of the world. Which means it's officially the International Day of Femslash! To celebrate the day, and all it's awesomeness, I offer two fanvids I've been sitting on for awhile. Just two out of the dozens that I have waiting to be completed and simmering on the back burner. But, the important thing is I haven't started any new ones recently. So as long as I hammer out at least two each year for IDF, I should have them all finished in another decade or so. I'm hoping things will get back to normal after the wedding, and I can go back to writing and putting pretty pictures to sound.
My bed is screaming my name. It's been an exhausting week, and I'm just about ready to fall over. I've got a nice chunk of time tomorrow when nothing is going to require my attention. I'm looking forward to spending it browsing all the IDF posts.
Hope you enjoy them :) Maybe I'll be able to chisel a few more hours out of the day tomorrow and get at least one more completed. Although, now that I dared to have that thought, they're going to call and ask me to go into work. Hm.. Maybe I can try and claim IDF as a religious holiday..
I've survived the move from hell. Though, just barely. It took 13 hours to do load and unload one and a half truck loads. And I moved, really, only 15 minutes away. This might be understandable if I lived in a 16 bedroom home, instead of a 2 bedroom apartment. Sure, we've accumulated a lot of shit. But 13 hours? Really? It should have taken maybe 4. A lot of our furniture got damaged, which is disgusting. There just aren't even words for this. I'm a worshiper of language. I like to play with words and I have a firm respect of them. But this disgust and fury I have over how horrific of a move it was goes beyond words. I don't even want to talk about it beyond saying I'm exhausted beyond all meaning of the word. The move somehow managed to stretch over 4 days. I don't even know how that managed to happen. I look back on the past week/end and it's just a big fucksmash of a nightmare.
Anyway. We're home now. The new apartment is great, aside from the lack of A/C. In 40c degree weather. I feel like I might melt right through the floors some days. Aside from that, and the creepy dripping sound the baseboard heaters are making, I think I'm in love with this place. As much as I loathe moving, I love being in a new place. Getting to reinvent our living quarters makes me happy. I think I might have been a gypsy in a previous life. The unpacking is tedious. Not as bad as packing though. There were more than a few moments when I contemplated just throwing the lot of it out and calling it a day. I loathe packing almost as much as I loathe moving it from one place to another. We've been unpacking for days, and I think the boxes are multiplying when we're not looking. We've unpacked dozens of boxes, and it seems like when I turn around there's just as many as there were before. Maybe someone's feeding them after midnight.
The only real unpacking annoyance, though, is my book shelf. I'm very OCD about the order of my books. I have 4 or 5 different book shelves, and 2 of them are reserved for specific books. My favorites, really. One is dedicated just to my poetry books and my queer book collection. It's my bookshelf of happy, and everything is right as rain there. It's the other one that's giving me a bit of a headache. I can't for the life of me recall how I got all these books to fit on this shelf in the last place. It's a mystery to me. I know they all fit, because they did before. But something about the order feels off and it's irritating. I know, it sounds insane. I could put some of my books on a different shelf and the world wouldn't end. I won't, but I could.
Aside from that, business as usual. Work, eat, sleep, wedding stress. I've had a migraine since day one of the move, which was six days ago. I got heat/sunstroke on Tuesday. I just have to get through tomorrow, and then I'm off for three days. Unless of course I give in to my vague notion of doing overtime this weekend. I can't decide which I need more, money or sleep. I feel like I could sleep for a month at this point. I've move so far past exhaustion, it's just a distant blip on the horizon.
The best part about moving out of the downtown area? Aside from the lack of shouting outside at three am? I can see stars again. Not as many as I would see if I moved out of the city altogether. But the light pollution isn't quite so bad out here, just 15 minutes from the bars and banks and offices. Also, we're on the top floor again. It's nice to have my view back. It's going to be gorgeous in the fall when all this green turns to gold and red. I think we're going to be really happy here. <3
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