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Hoooo, scary!
Sep. 18th, 2010 06:15 pmThis should be a movie. Or at least an episode of some X-Files-oid show.-
I had endless problems posting my last post right now, wondering whether LJ had for some reason disabled posting, until I left out the LJ user name of the Georgian blogger against whom the DDOS attacks are directed; then, it went through without a hitch.
LJ is filtering all incoming content for the LJ user tag of that one guy, probably to avoid more needless traffic.
LJ (= our new Russian overlords) is able to do that.
I don't know that I like it. I have a DreamWidth account; I'll crosspost more in the future. Also, I have some DreamWidth invites left over.
The bloke's LJ user name is C-Y-X-Y-M-U; that's a joke Latin-to-Cyrillic spelling, because as Cyrilli letters, it reads 'Sukhumi', name of a town in the region of Abkhasia that last year's mega-mega wank (with guns and tanks and dead people, but not officially called 'war') was about. He's probably based there.-
LJ is filtering all incoming content for the LJ user tag of that one guy, probably to avoid more needless traffic.
LJ (= our new Russian overlords) is able to do that.
I don't know that I like it. I have a DreamWidth account; I'll crosspost more in the future. Also, I have some DreamWidth invites left over.
The bloke's LJ user name is C-Y-X-Y-M-U; that's a joke Latin-to-Cyrillic spelling, because as Cyrilli letters, it reads 'Sukhumi', name of a town in the region of Abkhasia that last year's mega-mega wank (with guns and tanks and dead people, but not officially called 'war') was about. He's probably based there.-
- No idea what that Russian chain meme is supposed to be good for - it looks like fun, though. It auto-updates your LJ if you're logged in as the user name you enter, so beware. It's not an evil hack, though. It just adds your name to the chain. I like having cyrillic characters on my LJ. Cool. I kicked it off Lajos's journal, though - no point in dragging that over to RPG space. Not all memes are suitable for Discworld. The "warning label" one was a hoot, though, over there. Hah - Mr Pointy is poisonous, which will not be forgotten, ever...
- "You get either drowned or roasted these days. For tomorrow, drowning is scheduled", the Nazgul announced about the weather in an email last night. As she is a Nazgul, she's right, of course (she can demand to "see blood" and will get ankle-deep redness, as we know); there was an impressive thunderstorm last night to switch things over to drowning mode, which is now at full flow.
- My ladies are taking root here in no time: my mother visited all the painters' studios in the second back courtyard last evening while the Little Lady played badminton with Paul from next door. I wasn't really needed to play hostess to them any longer and could chat to
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Играем в колбасу! У кого длиннее?
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nightwayThe Rasputin lecture followed by a Russian folk concert concert on Sunday was seriously weird. That is to say, the Nazgul and I almost fell off our chairs laughing, and it's a pity she didn't dare take out her digicam and record the performance until the flash card was full; it would have become a major hit online or even on TV if she'd actually sent it to the TV show she thought might have a use for it.-
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Joke update...
Dec. 14th, 2003 01:55 pmEvgeni, flawless and thorough researcher that he is, has found a source for that joke that is years old, ouch!! It was in the Guardian almost exactly three years back.
And it is still current.
My, but how little the world has changed while it has changed so terribly and beyond recognition...
And it is still current.
My, but how little the world has changed while it has changed so terribly and beyond recognition...
I guess it's my turn now as well. The way I haven't been writing lately starts getting on my nerves.
My novel characters are looking at me from their pictures on my wall with something nearing saddened reproach for my negligence. The only place where I have been writing these last weeks is here in my livejournal, and of course my reviews at Areion.
I wish I had the serene indifference towards the speed one works at that Ricardo has, but I can't be that nonchalant, what with the Lady Iris, my no. 1 beta, bugging me whenever we meet for a walk with her charming dogs, and Dmitri looking at me from the wall like that:
It might be my own fault for hanging up such a picture, but then, I have been opting out of accepting anything to be my fault lately, as that seems to be a life-long issue with me...
A propos of Ricardo, Amazon has delivered "The Standing Dead" by now, but I haven't started on it yet, as the same delivery contained "Bone Mountain" by Eliot Pattison, and I have always had keep-the-best-for-last tendencies...
My novel characters are looking at me from their pictures on my wall with something nearing saddened reproach for my negligence. The only place where I have been writing these last weeks is here in my livejournal, and of course my reviews at Areion.
I wish I had the serene indifference towards the speed one works at that Ricardo has, but I can't be that nonchalant, what with the Lady Iris, my no. 1 beta, bugging me whenever we meet for a walk with her charming dogs, and Dmitri looking at me from the wall like that:
It might be my own fault for hanging up such a picture, but then, I have been opting out of accepting anything to be my fault lately, as that seems to be a life-long issue with me...
A propos of Ricardo, Amazon has delivered "The Standing Dead" by now, but I haven't started on it yet, as the same delivery contained "Bone Mountain" by Eliot Pattison, and I have always had keep-the-best-for-last tendencies...
NaNoWriMo is one month late
Nov. 12th, 2003 10:09 pmThere is a rather new American custom, called National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo; it has existed for ten years or so, and the goal is to just sit down and write a novel of 50.000 words in the month of November to prove to oneself that one can.-
floppy_hat is doing this year, for example. Very admirable and challenging project.
Only, if it means to celebrate the success of one who did just that, it's one month late, I learned today.
I was at a lecture about literary St. Petersburg, hoping to learn one or two useful factoids (I did), and there I heard the following astonishing story:
In the autumn of 1866, the famous writer Fyodor Dostoievsky, who was always in debt because he was addicted to gambling, fell prey to a truly evil publisher who paid the writer's debt, provided that Dostoievsky gave him a new novel to publish on November 1st of the same year; otherwise, all past and future writings of Dostoievsky should be forfeit to that totally ruthless and cruel publisher. Dostoievsky signed that, and despaired. He *did* have a novel ready in his mind, but how should he get that down on paper inside just one month? This was 1866; no recording devices were yet around, and even typewriters had not yet gone mainstream. His friends advised him to hire a stenographer and dictate all that text; so he placed an ad in the classifieds, and a rather genteel and very young lady showed up at his door the next day. So, all through October 1866, he dictated his novel "The Gambler" (how apt!!) to her during the day; at night, she took her shorthand notes away and had them written in longhand, and he did his other work (he had yet another novel in the works which was going to be "Crime and Punishment", but that was far too long to attempt doing in a month). In the morning, they corrected the last day's work and then went on with the dictation. And they did it - without a break, within 26 days!! On December 1st that year the novel was published, and the satanic publisher's hold on Dostoievsky was broken.-
Three months later, he married the young lady, and his life decidedly took a turn for the better from then on.
May that be an inspiration you, Lazuli (a.k.a.floppy_hat ), and all the others attempting just that without evil publishers breathing down their necks, or any charming collaborators keeping them on track...
floppy_hat is doing this year, for example. Very admirable and challenging project.Only, if it means to celebrate the success of one who did just that, it's one month late, I learned today.
I was at a lecture about literary St. Petersburg, hoping to learn one or two useful factoids (I did), and there I heard the following astonishing story:
In the autumn of 1866, the famous writer Fyodor Dostoievsky, who was always in debt because he was addicted to gambling, fell prey to a truly evil publisher who paid the writer's debt, provided that Dostoievsky gave him a new novel to publish on November 1st of the same year; otherwise, all past and future writings of Dostoievsky should be forfeit to that totally ruthless and cruel publisher. Dostoievsky signed that, and despaired. He *did* have a novel ready in his mind, but how should he get that down on paper inside just one month? This was 1866; no recording devices were yet around, and even typewriters had not yet gone mainstream. His friends advised him to hire a stenographer and dictate all that text; so he placed an ad in the classifieds, and a rather genteel and very young lady showed up at his door the next day. So, all through October 1866, he dictated his novel "The Gambler" (how apt!!) to her during the day; at night, she took her shorthand notes away and had them written in longhand, and he did his other work (he had yet another novel in the works which was going to be "Crime and Punishment", but that was far too long to attempt doing in a month). In the morning, they corrected the last day's work and then went on with the dictation. And they did it - without a break, within 26 days!! On December 1st that year the novel was published, and the satanic publisher's hold on Dostoievsky was broken.-
Three months later, he married the young lady, and his life decidedly took a turn for the better from then on.
May that be an inspiration you, Lazuli (a.k.a.
floppy_hat ), and all the others attempting just that without evil publishers breathing down their necks, or any charming collaborators keeping them on track...
