"For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.

Rules:

1. You must take between 4 and 6 new photographs per day.
2. Your Week In The Life must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.
4. Your post must say "A Week in the Life of [your name/username], Volume [whatever day you're on]."

So, it's a bit of a slow afternoon.

Your result for The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test...

The Harlequin

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I know I am already pretty badly overdrawn on my paranoia account but tell me this:

If Someone Quite Important finishes a lengthy IM/telephone/e-mail conversation with you with the words "I'll get back to you tomorrow on this, I promise!" and then you do not hear from them for ... well, it has been four days now - are you entitled to feel pretty bloody pissed off?

And more to the point, are you allowed to say "He must actually HATE me and everything I do or say"?

- for anyone who can guess who this is laughing ...



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Oh dear, I am feeling very shaky and over-adrenal. I guess I should have known I would get into trouble for posting this:

http://jazzylin.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-vincent-donofrio-to-move-on.html

- but I was trying to explore some quite complicated feelings I have about the direction LOCI seems to be going in and the fact that Vincent isn't currently able to use very many of his considerable talents as an actor when he is playing Goren. I watched "Purgatory", which was very very underplayed by him, and then I watched "Betrayal" (?) and was greatly underwhelmed by it, and then I watched "Five Minutes Mr. Welles" AGAIN and thought he was so much better in that.

I just hope I can keep things civil with my Blogger friends. I'm already deeply unpopular with some of them because of my conviction that it is Vincent himself posting on YouTube. And the fact that although I am not an out and out shipper, I love reading and writing shippy fic. And also because of my devotion to Eames (they hate her at the moment because of the way she is treating 'their' Bobby, but I think their venom is horribly misguided), and my fascination with the character of Nicole Wallace. Their name for her is SHMNBN - She Who Must Not Be Named. But why not? She adds a fascinating dynamic to his character.

People want me to play with them, but they won't allow many relaxations of their rules. You have to be 100% Goren/Vincent-centric (and believe it or not I do consider myself to be so), or you can simply take a running fuck at a rolling doughnut.

Now THERE'S an image to conjure with.

My latest fic: http://community.livejournal.com/goren_n_eames/86478.html#cutid1

- has caused a wee stir too, so I am grateful to C (always!) for prodding me into finishing it. Problem is people want more, and I have no idea what happens next. Answers on a post card, please.

I have bought one of these:



Also an associated power supply, a microphone stand (my brother will give me his old mic) and an extra memory card. Now I am just waiting for delivery, after which I will have to closet myself away and read the manual for a few days. It was expensive, and I am determined to get the most out of it.

If, in fact, this is NOT Vincent D'Onofrio himself -

http://uk.youtube.com/user/VDO630

Then I would be most surprised. I mean, who else would be able to get hold of a broadcast quality copy of the film?

It looks to me like the poster is actually Vincent himself.

When the weather cooperates, I like to take a bike ride around the perimeter of the estate where I live. After dropping the kids off at school I trundle round in that blissful interval between people leaving for work in their single-occupancy Totally Unnecessary Cars and the arrival of the Bournemouth University students and their competitive hunt for a prime parking territory.

I bomb along. There's a very nice little down-hill stretch which my leg muscles enjoy, but then I have to heave and hoik up the hill on the other side, which is less than pleasant. I am glad of the 15 gears on my new bike.

Living life is a little bit like figuring out how to use the fifteen gears on your bike to the greatest degree of efficiency, I think.

Everyone is getting fed up - we've all over indulged, I think, on angst and grief - with "Purgatory".

I need a break from it too. I had a go at lifting the mood by making silly Catherine Tate icons with pics of The Genius and His water Carrier, and considered stretching my artistic talents absolutely to the limit by making a YouTube vid of their argument scenes set to "My Girl's Mad At Me" by Madness -



(Watch the saxophone player at the beginning in the downstage left corner)

or perhaps of Bobby in his car -


Nothing seemed to work. Last night, in another desperate attempt to regain some sense of reality, I attended a bellydance class in Parkstone. No, don't stop reading. I wasn't dancing you silly moo - of course not! - I was playing my drums.

Frame drums and darabouka to be exact, I didn't attempt anything florid, simply kept the beat. Many of the women (there were at least thirty in there) came up and thanked me afterwards, saying that the sound of my drums had penetrated the acoustic mushiness of the church hall and helped them keep in step. It was a blissful hour and a half of sitting on a stage playing along to dodgy ripped CDs of Arabic music whilst surrounded by a huge variety of different women giggling and grooving away happily. It got me right out of it.

But, in the car on the way home, I wondered about Eames doing bellydance as an alternative to the kickboxing class on a Friday evening. *sigh* I wish these people would just get the f*** out of my head now.