Sep. 18th, 2009 04:46 pm
tierfal: (Charles - Blue)

So, as many of you know, it's the birthday of two vry vry wonderful friends of mine today -- [livejournal.com profile] marmaladefever *AND* [livejournal.com profile] richelle2972! :D

Unfortunately I suck too much to have anything for you lovely girls in advance, but that means you can each throw me a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt, and I will attempt to work some magic in the relatively near future. :)


Also OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH to my Jenny and my Sabriel and my Christine!! )

omglol Rex, check this, haha. XD )

And some random stuff. XD )

tierfal: (Mello - Pimp)
This is why I can say with unabashed confidence that I have the best friends of anyone ever.

In which Tierfal gets a present she would be SO jealous of if she hadn't gotten it. )

tierfal: (L and Misa)
By "this," I mean, "I am on another computer, because my computer sucks like a black hole."

I am on [livejournal.com profile] eltea's old computer, in fact, which is a Mac. Which is trippy. Just. Things are in different places and stuff. XD

blah blah blah and Friday and today and yeah. )

tierfal: (Matt - Bang)
Armed with a variety of anti-spyware programs frantically downloaded from all corners of the internet, I scanned the shit out of my computer today, and I think it's mostly okay now.

Mostly, at least. XD

And avast! is excellent; thank you muchly to the very dear [livejournal.com profile] ladybracknell for passing it along!! ♥

blah blah blah the last few days' bullshit why am I such an internet addict XD )

TIERFAL OUT. x3 I missed you guys; I'm glad to be back after a WHOLE DAY OF DEPRIVATION. XD ♥

tierfal: (L - Do Not Want)
I had much more fun things to post about before the internet in our apartment decided to fail the one day in recorded history that the library is closed. Because, you know, the problems with the dishwasher, the problems with the smoke alarm, and their office losing our files twice, plus the ridiculousness of the rent given the real estate in this city, is woefully inadequate punishment for our various and sundry sins.

Hence I am sitting behind the library beating my head against the school's highly-capricious wireless, under a tree, alternating too cold and too warm in this wretched hair-in-face wind, getting plant matter in my keyboard, burning through my battery life. XD

I clearly missed a ritual sacrifice to the tech gods.

Also, I'm really, really scared that another trojan has found my computer, because it's occasionally tossing ads at me, and McAffee was saying it had stopped at least three.


What the hell am I doing that I wasn't before? Downloading pictures? That's really the only thing I can think of. XD

Eh, at least I'll get some homework done tonight...

Also ALSO, I love writing questionable fanfiction in public places, which is what I was doing on the train today. XD

Time to put my Big Girl Panties on, go read all those reviews, and get yesterday's chapter of "Chocolate" up at the comm. O_o

**edit** Oh, my, there it is.

tierfal: (Charles - Blue)
Yep, computer is fixed.

Or FIC-sed.

Whoa, there.

Reviews will be answered later, and ficcage will be read -- I've got a zillion tabs open; you're all terribly prolific 8D -- and more comments will be answered, but I was expected at a New Year's party half an hour ago, whoops. XD

But I really did have to post this first, since it's due at midnight over at [livejournal.com profile] metamorfic_moon:

Title: Running
Author: [livejournal.com profile] tierfal
Rating & Warnings: G, and tremendous pretentiousness
Prompts: "Well, you look about the kind of angel I'd get. Sort of a fallen angel, aren't you? What happened to your wings?" - It’s a Wonderful Life
Word Count: 1,169 <-- AS IN, 169 WORDS OVER THE MINIMUM! 8D
Summary: The whirling body jitters like an antique car engine, overtaken by the shuddering need to run run run, a need the man feels too but doesn’t understand…
Author’s Notes: To quote some geniuses… and now for something completely different. XD Sorry if it’s a little rushed; I had six hundred words jotted down from when the ideas had distracted me from the Christmas presents I was writing, but then I realized a few days ago how little time was left. And then my computer got a virus! :D (It’s okay now. XD) Anyway… thanks very much to [livejournal.com profile] eltea, as always, for a fantastic beta, and enjoy!

(Follow the shiny fake cut!)

ENJOI KEEDS. Those of you that read Lupin/Tonks, anyway. :P

tierfal: (Matsuda)

It's exactly like my old one, except that it works, for starters, including having my transferred hard drive, which saves me more anguish than I can put into words; also, the keyboard doesn't have the letters half worn off, and the screen's nicer, which will be highly advantageous, since I could never tell whether the spots on the old one were the screen or crap I needed to erase when working with Photoshop. XD

In addition, there isn't a wealth of truly nasty crud and junk underneath my keys. :P


I did something crazy yesterday.  Sadly, not my homework.  Never that. :P  No, what I did was that I wrote my prospective entry for [livejournal.com profile] metamorfic_moon's Autumn Jumble, which is due the 31st.  (It was one of the things I was really stressed about, just not one of the important ones.  Of course not. XD)  Anyway, it turned out... interestingly.  Over about twelve hours, I came up with 3,700 words, more of them on paper first than is usually the case.  Finished close to two in the morning, so I have no idea if the end is even really coherent.  The tone was interesting -- more in the Perchance to Dream vein of things, with that kind of bleak, dry-dark humor back for another visit.  This seems to be what happens when I let too much of myself get into a fic; it takes that angle.  Odd.  Hmmm.  Genre is probably like Humor/Angst/Drama/Romance, which is retarded and utterly me, and which I guess is a good thing given that I was supposed to do Humor or Drama or both. XD

So that was yesterday's very unusual adventure.

tierfal: (Improving Life)
I don't know how to say "sweet" in French.  Why do I know how to say "bitter" and not "sweet"?  WHAT A WRETCHED WORLD WE INHABIT, MY CHILDREN...! DX

*gets dictionary*  ...it's "doux."  Which I sort of knew in other contexts.  Or "sucré" if you mean "sugary."


OH YEAH.  So I went to the computer people.  And the guy went to the back like three times and was eventually like, "Well, all I've got is a 1000-gig card, but I'll just put that in."  I spent the duration of my visit shifting my weight going, "Don't make me pay; don't make me pay; don't make me pay; because I will tell you where to shove it, but I don't want to have to be a bitch when I'm having such a good day."  And then... LA VICTOIRE.  He's all, "Well, if you're ever in the area... and have time... and come back... I can replace it with a 512 one, which is what you had before..."

And I'm like, "....NOTHNXPLZ KTHNXBAI!! 8DDDDD" and flee, cackling.

Exactly like that.

...I'm on crack.

The good news is, the latest and greatest is not: The Dawn of Remembered Time, in which there are hangovers and hot boys.

zomg.  Need to get worried about that midterm tomorrow.  Really do.

*hugs [livejournal.com profile] jenwryn until it gets awkward, which may be never*

*hell, hugs everyone and commences massive hug orgy of Guinness-worthy proportions*
tierfal: (Matsuda)
Computer people're all like, "Can you bring it in to show us?", which is not as good as "OH, here's your DIM card we stole" but better than, "Manager, get her the hell out of this cigarette-smoke-smelling establishment pronto." XD

I swear I had other things to talk about. First a meme stolen from [livejournal.com profile] jenwryn, with all the subsidiary rules largely ignored. :P

Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, shortcomings, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1. I am wearing pale yellow socks with pink stripes. And green stripes. Whoa. Boggles the mind.
2. I have developed a tendency, this year in particular, to spend my whole week anticipating the weekend, then waste said weekend procrastinating and becoming progressively more stressed about said procrastination, and then get more depressed when the weekend is over. Basically, FAILURE. XD
3. I want to cut my hair drastically when I finish undergrad study-things, as a sort of transitional maneuver. But I probably won't have the guts...
4. My stepdad bought me a new computer on eBay for ~$330. And once he buys the old one's parts off of me, it'll cost me even less! *dances*
5. I always put my right shoe on first.
6. I'm addicted to Chapstik. I probably put it on three or four times a day, on average... but I don't wear makeup at all.
7. It makes me twitch when I see really great clothes that I know I'd never wear. Fortunately I've learned to resist the urge to purchase them. XD
8. I get utterly distracted by the sky when I'm out at night. I could stare at the moon forever.
9. I have a Pirates of the Caribbean tissue box. :P
10. My handwriting naturally slants leftward, which is supposed to mean that I'm not inclined to trust people. [livejournal.com profile] eltea's is really similar to mine, but it tilts to the right. ;)
11. On that note, I'm the most gullible person I've ever met. A deviantART artist's note once said: "Did you know that when you say 'gullible' very slowly, it sounds like 'orange'?" I went, "Gul... li... ble... No, it DOESN--oh, shit." A few weeks later, I encountered a Death Note comic about RickRolling people. The artist's note linked to "the best Death Note AMV ever." ...I totally clicked.
12. I really, really love acting. I just don't do it enough. Basically, I think I'm a performance art whore, which I suspect is the reason I dabbled in podfic, too... XD
13. My worst habit is probably that I sometimes get tired of people and hate them for no reason. Fortunately, I seem to be growing out of it...
14. My second-worst habit is probably the fact that I shred my cuticles mercilessly. XD
15. I have no idea what to do with my life or how to go about doing the things of which my default plan consists. D:
16. If I don't get into that creative writing class THIS time around, I'm going to flip a bitch and cry like a baby. :P I need an approximately two-thousand-word piece to submit... I'll see if I can throw out some recent fanfiction, or it'll likely be Sam and Adrian all the way. ^____^

Ummm.... pictures.

A new TEIN banner and Darien from that B_F piece... )

That's about it. x)
tierfal: (Mello - Reasonable)
I.e. the usual...

My stepdad, who's a mechanical engineer, was taking a look at my computer today.  He actually partially disassembled another one he has of the same model first so that he wouldn't screw mine up.  Kinda touching, right? x)

Anyways, turns out that [string of expletives truncated] dude at the computer place not only put my screen's casing back on wrong, he also managed to either (a) attempt to steal or (b) forget to replace a fair amount of memory that went in a little slot in the bottom.


So now I have to go fight them again on Monday.  Not really looking forward to it.  Also have lots of homework that I honestly cannot get myself to do.  I tried.  Got my ballot, too, 'cause I'm a permanent absentee, so I just mail it in *fo' free*.  Lots of shit to read through in order to make informed decisions.  Yay.

My stepdad hooked up the 'top, though, such that I'm basically using it like a desktop tower -- I've got it attached to the monitor and the keyboard via a little dock-y-thing (technical term).  These are the keys I wrote my NaNo on in '06, at entirely reasonable hours because my sister kept going to bed early.  I wore the little rubber feet-caps off of this chair.  I passed endless hours and wrote countless words staring glazedly at this screen.

Kinda weird.  Like yours truly.  IDK, kids.  I should crawl under a rock right about now.  A nice one, with moss on it and lots of worms underneath.

My mom and I made cookies today.  Cookie-things.  That we make.  Someday if I am feeling ridiculously cool, I may get that recipe for further reference.  Not that I'm ever going to move out of my house entirely; I'm much too anchored here.


Oct. 10th, 2008 03:43 pm
tierfal: (Sparky!)
So.  So.  So.  So.

External monitor.  FTW.


Now the thousands of words of fanfiction that I have emailed to myself can finally join their brethren. <3

Also, I've got my crappy music back.  I am a vry happy Tierfal. :3

Though the monitor thing kind of prevents me from sitting on the couch and working and playing on the computer at the same time.  Which is sad.  But at least I've got the damn thing back, and all my files are alive, and all is by and large well. XD

YAY.  ^_____^


Oct. 8th, 2008 02:07 pm
tierfal: (L - Blue)
I was going to regale you with the half-dozen bizarre and vaguely-amusing pictures I have saved on my phone, but these library computers don't let you save anything to the desktop.  Srsly, California?  IS THIS WHAT YOU ARE DOING WITH OUR TAX DOLLARS?

Well, I guess it makes sense for porn- and virus-prevention purposes, but still. :P

Managed to get my French essay due date extended until Monday, hurrah!  My teacher is probably sick and tired of my shit.  First a wedding, now a computer disaster... what the hell is wrong with that girl?  I bet she does it on purpose.  D<

Got my baby back from the store, ostensibly intact, though I had to wait around for ten minutes for the guy to get back.  That man needs an attitude adjustment or a pay dock, I'm TELLING you.

OH, so I remembered why it is that I'm always disappointed with history classes... )

tierfal: (Mikami)

Hopefully not TOO hardcore angst... I'd hate to bore you any more than is strictly necessary. :P

WHO IS THAT SEXY MAN IN MY ICON??  *waves flirtatiously at Mikami*

[livejournal.com profile] baronanriel: DX

Er, /gratuitous fangirling...

The Further Chronicles of Computerlessness, or, They Lied to Me )

So there's that.

Regular This-Is-What-I-Did-Today Uselessness )

OH I remember the other thing.  No, you're not free yet.

Why I Want My Baby Back ) 

tierfal: (Die Plz)
So a little wire connecting my screen to the rest of the laptop shorted.  It'll put me back five hundred bucks for a new screen, and four hundred for a used replacement.


Sticker shock had me at a loss, but some recuperation (and some consulation with [livejournal.com profile] baronanriel) has pretty much confirmed that I should at least ask if it'd be possible to connect an external monitor so that I can keep using it.  Because really, at four hundred bucks, I might as well get a new fucking computer, folks.

I'm going to send a plaintive email to my stepdad, too, because he knows things about computers and whatnot.  Yeah.

I don't know if I could even get them to do it, if I was going to blow the four hundred and run, because it sounds like they don't take checks, and my credit card limit is two hundred bucks.  Debit, maybe?  Hell if I know.

I'm going to work on that coping thing now.  I seem to have already weaseled my way into an indeterminate extension on the French essay (which I am PISSED to learn I have to rewrite anyway, because he changed the prompt AFTER I was up until three writing it Sunday), because my teacher likes me.

I think that parenthetical comment contradicted the content around it.

Anyway, I give the hell up.  I should cut my classes today and go curl up in a corner and write fanfiction, but I sincerely doubt I will.  I don't seem to know what's good for me.


Oct. 6th, 2008 04:09 pm
tierfal: (Light - Wet)

Yeah, so, there are these kids, see, who are in Africa, see, who are starving.  And I'm sitting here bitching because it'll probably take a day or two to get my computer back.


Anyways... dropped my baby off with some computer folks who said they'd look at it and call me with a free estimate before the day's out.  So long as this emergency surgery costs less than the price of the entire machine, and provided that they can get my honeybun into the E.R. in a timely fashion, they've got themselves a sale, damn it.  That thing is my life.  Pathetically sad but true.

I'm slightly concerned on behalf of my music and my pictures, which exist nowhere else, but even if the procedure is unexpectedly invasive and wipes my hard-drive and destroys everything I care about, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to lose any writing, because it's all either backed up on external disks or sent to [info]eltea, because that is the Tierfal Way.

Nonetheless, it's a right pain in the patootie.

...did I really just type that in a semi-public place?  Heavens.

In other news, I ran into the director of the play I was in last semester outside of Longs, so we stood there talking for ten minutes or so, me holding my gallon of milk the whole time.  Yeah.  It was legit.  That man gives hugs that make you fear for the safety of your ribs.

I think I'll attempt to type up some of the bazillion pages of written fic the weekend's train trips yielded.  It shall be emailed to myself in proper semi-kewl fashion.

I'm not sure whether I'm optimistic today, or just on crack.  The jury seems to be out on that one.  Not that that's unusual in my case...

I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night, we're painting your trash gold
While you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties

- "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race" - Fall Out Boy -


Oct. 6th, 2008 09:37 am
tierfal: (L - Do Not Want)

So my computer finally cracked.

I'm in the library right now.  The LIBRARY.  On one of the Look-Up-Books-Here computers, with the huge, grimy keyboards that stick funny and catch your fingers if you try to type at anything remotely resembling a reasonable speed.  OH, THE INDIGNITY...!

Yeah, the backlight on my laptop seems to have given up the ghost once and for all.  Well, it was trying, but all efforts failed.  I'm going to try to take it in to one or many of the computer stores within walking distance after class.

I really shouldn't bother going to class, seeing as how this whole disaster thing efficiently prevented me from printing out the essay for said class, which I was up until three working on.  Lovely little sequence of events, that.  Positively charming.

Anyway, the Computer Gods alone know when I'll be able to get on.  Sometimes the screen works when it feels like it, and it might be inclined this afternoon, but I'm just going to lug it in today.  I just can't have a computer that works unpredictably.  That would result in a great deal of failure of classes.

Yeah, so... Peace out, kids.  I'll be back ASAP.  Hopefully sooner rather than later, before I lose my little mind.

tierfal: (Confused Jack)
[livejournal.com profile] jenwryn makes me flail with joy.  She wrote a superfantabulous, adorably sweet Mello/Near this time, because she is the most amazing thing since... amazing things.

To Speak of Rules and Privilege

*flails with joy a little more*

...I'll probably have a real entry later, when I'm all bored as hell and whatever else I usually am.  That thing.

My computer is acting up.  Yesterday its screen was all like FAIL, and [livejournal.com profile] baronanriel called one of his particularly techie friends, who thought maybe it was the backlight on the screen.  Except it works fine when it's sitting on a flat surface, just not when I've got it in my lap... "What the CRAP?" is all I got.

Speaking of [info]baronanriel, he gets intense amounts of brownie points for putting up with my shit yesterday.  I was getting progressively more emo as I got more frustrated with the damn machine.

I didn't get eliminated from [livejournal.com profile] brigits_flame.  On the upside, I've never made it this far before.  On the downside, I expected to get eliminated and thus (a) haven't even considered starting; and (b) have to write something last-week-of-contest-worthy.  DOOD WUT.

Question for you, darlings -- is it wrong that I'm so much of an icon whore that I'm considering buying myself an LJ subscription for the sole reason that then I can have way more userpics?  Yes/No/LAWL UR RETARD?

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