frog princess

Wirk. I has it.

It's my number one top priority to find a new job in the coming months. I've applied for one already this year and have seen another that has an application date of 18 January. I'm well qualified for both, there would be mininal commuting and they pay very well. I'm feeling quite buoyed up by this, even if the thought of interviewing scares me. I know, getting ahead of myself. I don't even expect to hear back about interviews for a couple of weeks. But I would love to get either of them.

In other life organising-type things, I bought myself a tiny wee vaccum flask that's big enough for about two cups of tea, so I can save money on hot drinks when commuting. I took tea in it this morning. Mmm, maybe I can get some instant Turkish apple tea as well, for the evenings.

My new tiny laptop makes such a difference to my commuting life as well - it's so light! I can carry multiple other things in my bag with it, like my new wee flask and sandwiches and tupperware containers of bran flakes. Before, I was lugging round my Vaio and giving myself neck strain from it. Now, I can flit around like a flitting thing.

This morning I read the first chapter of After School Nightmare, which I quite liked, and about twenty minutes of Tin Man. My main puzzlement at first was wondering what this 30 year old woman was doing still living with her parents, but it is quite fun and camp. The Wicked Witch of the West aka the evil sorceress has a metal collar on her corset of evil and it distracts me, because I wonder did she ask for that or was it just a brainwave on the part of her dress designer. Who can ever know?

I got no writing done this morning because I was so shattered from the terrible shock of getting up at 6.30am. Last week I was going to bed at something near that time. Maybe I can write something on the way home.

Also, I am absolutely ravenous. I brough bran flakes as they're cheaper than muesli, but they just don't fill me up like muesli does.

One highlight of the weekend was scribblemoose lending me Bus Gamer. Oh my god, I fell on it with such glee, not even realising it was out yet. I had no real idea what this was about before I read it-- except some sort of game was involved, clearly. But not with buses. It only makes sense when you realise, part way in, that bus is short for business.

( Spoilers )

Yesterday I seemed to mostly buy green things:

( Louise's shopping )

I also bought Yellow, a yaoi title from DMP. It's very entertaining and with good art - good looking men, not the most dynamic pages I've ever seen but some beautifully done kisses and moments that really give a sense of intimacy. It's like Starsky and Hutch, only Hutch is gay. And wants his partner, who maintains that he's 100 percent hetero, although you wouldn't guess it from all the groping and kissing that goes on, and he's not the usual super-uke sixteen year old fodder but, you know, manly. I like it - I'll definitely keep a look out for vol 2.

Happy birthday luthien67!  May you enjoy much cake and booze!

*slaps heads* And belated happy birthdays to lebateleur and emungere!

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Interesting yet pointless fact of the day: apparently the word candy has its root in the Dravidian word for lump. 

The English word candy was adapted from French candi in the Old French phrase sucre candi. It was zucchero candi in Italian, azucar cande in Spanish, and assùcar candi in Portugese. All of these words derived from Arabic sukkar qandi 'candied sugar', meaning sugar that has been cooked and forms a ball when dropped into cold water. Arabic got the word from Persian qand, which came from a Sanskrit root khand 'to break'. The ultimate origin was probably the Tamil (hence, Dravidian) word kantu 'ball of candied sugar', and that is related to a word meaning 'ball' or 'lump'.

I'm feeling knackered after too much red wine and a large Indian meal last night. The week stretches ahead, like a wombat etherised on a table. This is the week I turn my remixredux notes into a proper story, stop thinking about sex so much (what is wrong with me - I blame Spring), post things to permetaform, post things to daegaer (unless someone else has sent you Samurai Champloo already? Also - do you want any Saiyuki?)

sexsexsex sorry.

Last week I read Taimashin vol 1. The hero, Dr Taima, is pretty and red haired and is a sort of demon acupuncturist. Not demon as in good, but literally. Not having read any HP Lovecraft, the relevence of Dunwich didn't hit me until Yog Sothsoth and his sons appeared. Um. There are three of these mystical demon fighting acupuncturists in the world- we get to meet a cute blond one in Dunwich and I'm guessing there's a moody dark haired one around as well.  He has a disturbing assistant called Ms Togetsu. I wasn't expecting the demon dog rape though, and was forced to snap the book shut in a hurry on my train home, scared of attracting bad stares.  It's not graphic, but still... not nice. 

Legal Drug by Clamp is funny.Two young men have strange psychic powers and work for a mysterious chmist shop owner, who also has psychic powers. The plot is a bit odd - the three (I think) chapters  seemed very lightweight and disjointed but at the same time had some quite nifty ideas.  I don't like Clamp art much, but it was worth it just to see Crowley apparently making his manga debut (as the pale, dark-haired lover of the chemist shop owner-- he's never seen without his sunglasses)