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So, we went to the bank to apply for a mortgage like some kind of responsible adults.

It was so harrowing. )
cryptogirl: (Peter 2)
The first edit is done. Oh yes, it is done, and with my editor. Having spent a fortnight doing nothing but prodding the thing, I sat down and did a bit of number-crunching on it.

Tedious stats )

Now, I've been thinking about this momentous deed quite a bit, in between the whole 'Pete accepted a job and I might be in Edinburgh househunting next week and oh god stop talking to be about conveyancing my eyes are bleeding' thing.

In which the authoress in no way attempts to justify herself one bit )

Incidentally, I've been secretly beavering away on a book blog similar to my editor's, so watch this space. But, y'know, NOVELS, EH.
cryptogirl: (Margot)
Well, we got back from Edinburgh yesterday after a fraught rainy drive in which my husband learned how to download Spotify playlists so he could interrupt Foxtrot with CHVRCHES*. We've had a massive lie-in, ploughed through some of the food my parents weighed the car down with, and we have our first Hogmanay drink of a Fog Cutter with all the ingredients orthodox except the Earl Grey gin, Peruvian brandy and Kraken dark spiced rum. So, not very traditional but BY GOD IT'S DRINKABLE.**

Anyway. It seems traditional to do resolutions of some sort as 2013 draws to its arse-end and we go into 2014, incidentally the Scottish Year of Homecoming.

Achieve all the things! )
cryptogirl: (Peter 2)
So, I finished NaNoWriMo on the 28th, getting 51847 words before midnight. And that was before adding another 500 words or so of epilogue. And now I would go splat, only I have all this editing thing to get finished. Blargle.

What have we all learned from my first winning Wrimo, then? In the spirit of the recent Barnes and Noble piece, I've done a list of 30 things about my NaNoWriMo which may or may not contain copious amounts of Tumblr gifs.

Because writing iz srs bizness )

TL;DR- wrote a novel, turned into a starving artist/hormonal teenager/boring prog fart, really enjoyed the entire process. Even if I scared everyone around me. Roll on the long painful edit!
cryptogirl: (Algorithms)
Social media is a funny beast sometimes.

Yesterday on Twitter, I managed to:

- Discuss the shooting location for Modern Love with a Twitter pal who's a massive prog nut (Shepherd's Bush Tube station, incidentally)

- Have a sobering talk about a friend's customers with substance addictions (while she was hiding as one of them smashed the place up)

- Complain about O2 censoring sites on 3G with their crap porn filter after [personal profile] angua found herself on the receiving end of it (And I only made one joke about ladygardens after a gardening site I was on was blocked.)

- Finish a discussion with an online friend in America who, while he holds views on things like guns that I disagree with, is able to have an interesting and articulate debate about it

- Talk about creative writing with the girlfriend of the legendary paperghost. Thanks to her I'm now aware of the existence of Bata, Bata… Pa'no Ka Ginawa? and she's sending me the link to the English version shortly

- Laugh at the original Doctor Who theme with a listener to the WoW podcast I guested on a while back

And, on top of all that, I totally overcompensated for Monday's writer's block and wrote over 3000 words of novel.

cryptogirl: (Totoro)
Hello everyone. It's gone 2am and I'm not asleep. Why's that, you ask? Because I'm doing NaNoWriMo again.

Read more... )
cryptogirl: (Margot)
Day 5: Who is Mr Kirby, The Ginge the Geordie and the Geek, Mixed Doubles )

We both took our Fringe-free day today for a rest, but tomorrow is our last full day, so expect me hilariously attempting to see way too many shows in a short time period, have a meltdown outside the pop-up champagne bar on the Royal Mile and have Broadway Baby give it 5 stars...
cryptogirl: (Totoro)
*blows dust off blog*

So, we're in Edinburgh for our annual week of luvvie-spotting, show-watching and overpriced food-eating. It's been great so far, even if getting here I may have accidentally autopiloted, run out of A1 and ended up driving through the centre of Edinburgh, dodging suicidal Londoners for whom a red man is a challenge.*

Anyway. What have we seen, I hear two of you cry? READ ON.

Day 1: Best of Edinburgh Showcase, Knightmare Live, Spring Day: Learn How To Take A Punch )

Next in this thrilling holiday: political debates that don't smell of wee and feature 90s sitcom stars, and stalking comedians on Twitter and failing to buy them a pint! Sorry, @Brainmage!
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Just look at his wee dimply face! )

And that's that for the semis! Just making the final preparations for tomorrow's shenanigans, which consists mostly of not drinking the rest of the terrible wine, colouring in flags I missed for the sweepstake (sorry, Armenia! D:) and buying some fine quality poundshop tat. Join me as I ruin social media with my dribblings and lament the favourite not winning with Graham Norton from 8pm!
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Can't believe it's a week today when the semifinal hits us, presented by the BBC Three stalwart Scott Mills and, er, Ana Matronic from Scissor Sisters. Yes, really. (But no more drunken Sara Cox? Shame, it made the semis that bit more entertaining) Meanwhile, my outfit is ready, and despite being drafted into what promises to be an excellent D&D session for most of the afternoon of the final, me and my cheesy pineapple cubes are READY. BRING IT.

The rest of the wittering. )

(Possibly) coming next, the result of cobbling together a Spotify playlist of every single country's available entries and listening to them in a marathon that has so far stretched over one working week. May feature full lobotomies.
cryptogirl: (Totoro)
Yes yes, OK, I have been harried by certain coworkers to write the other bit of this. Since I'm in a cheesy mood since Top of the Pops '78 was on, here it is!

Disclaimer- both participants here are, as last time, stone cold sober. Believe it or not.


Coming next- the big six! Stay tuned!
cryptogirl: (Margot)
Yes, today is a month until the 2013 Eurovision Song Contest, and in what is fast becoming an annual tradition (see last year's offering), I'm already preparing for the festivities. Beverley's dress from Abigail's Party is on order from eBay, the fondue set is polished, cheesy pineapple cubes are at the ready and this time round there's been a lot more Euro cheesiness. Oh yes. I discovered that the official site archives (and livestreams) the semis, finals AND national selection shows back to 2007. So the HDMI cable duly came out, Saturday nights were booked up, and bad-quality 240p videos all the way from Moldova and elsewhere were enjoyed by all. Since, ooh, February. Lovely.*

Anyway, without further ado, the first part of my take on this year's lot. So, as some might have already done at our wedding, ALL RISE FOR THE EUROVISION NATIONAL ANTHEM**
Cut for lots of rambling )
cryptogirl: (Tebbit)
Ooh, blog. I used to write in this. *silently curses Twitter and FB*

So, I have a Conundrum which I'd appreciate some feedback on. I've anonymised the organisation because I want a few non-bloggers to give their opinion, hence public post. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO.

Prandial problems )
cryptogirl: (Totoro)
So, been a bit busy the past month or so, but it would appear that on the 1st September I became Mrs Pete, which was nice. Just sifting through our official photos and honeymoon snaps now and writing things up, but meanwhile if you've written anything or taken pictures, let me know in comments (assuming you don't mind me pinching :p).

Yay, marriage!

Also, I appear to be 29 on the 29th. So I'm plotting cocktails in town, where there will also be a chance to sign the wedding guest book with rude things. Let me know if you're up for it, and I'll do some random fiddly combination of Facebook and email inviting.

Yay, old age!
cryptogirl: (Tebbit)
So, I'm back from the hen do (which was amazing fun times), but very croaky due to bronchitis of doom. I mentioned this to my recruitment chap, who was willing to delay one of the phone interviews to next week. Annoyingly, he then scheduled the other one for today because all the other candidates were being crammed in; I said fine, but I won't be very audible (or very well, or ready for an interview at all, or not resembling a pubescent boy crossed with a creaking gate).

Cut for rude words )


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