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Oct. 29th, 2005 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestI seem to have spent entirely too much time writing this week, to the detriment of my other duties, such as exercise. Bad Pen. Still, it was enjoyable, and I've now filled 17 of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 prompts. Not quite sure why I'm rushing it, but no doubt the enthusiasm will fade with time. My enthusiasms usually do. (Oh, if anyone hasn't noticed, the big table is here.)
Meanwhile, I've (yay!) succeeded in making my own mood theme. After growling with frustration at being directed to pages that didn't appear to contain the information I wanted... They did, but well concealed. As![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bun18 could confirm, I have a habit of Mooing at random intervals and with a variety of inflexions, so this seemed appropriate.
Haven't figured out how I want my journal to look, yet, but it's a start.
I went to see the Swans again this week. Twice, in fact, since I promised myself I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see Swan Lake live if I got it. Managed to get good seats, and to see both casts. First time round, I was in the front row of the circle, on the left. The Swan was unexpectedly *big*, for a dancer, and looked, I thought, a bit thuggish in his leather kit, but I adored his Prince, who looked utterly sweet and innocent and really made me want to give him a cuddle. Second time, I didn't like the prince so much - he was rather more knowing, smirking at the statue rather than being taken aback by it, for instance, and I just didn't care about him as much. The Swan (Jason Piper! Woot!) was of course Incredibly Beautiful, and Dead Sexy as The Stranger. No wonder all the girls were after him! Yet... I didn't weep at the second show, but felt the familiar trickle down my face as the first one drew to a close. Hmm. It really is all down to the Prince, I think.
And what else does one do in the interval, when attending the theatre alone, but write? I might even put the little story onto my computer sometime, although if, say, two other people in the world care about it, that'll be at least one more than I'd expect! That sounds self-pitying, but it isn't, it's just that sometimes a combination of personal interests turns out to be too focussed for general application.
What else? Oh, yes, I anticipate awkwardness with regard to our rehearsals. Sigh. I hate having to play the heavy, even when I know I'm in the right.
fanfic100 prompts. Not quite sure why I'm rushing it, but no doubt the enthusiasm will fade with time. My enthusiasms usually do. (Oh, if anyone hasn't noticed, the big table is here.)Meanwhile, I've (yay!) succeeded in making my own mood theme. After growling with frustration at being directed to pages that didn't appear to contain the information I wanted... They did, but well concealed. As
bun18 could confirm, I have a habit of Mooing at random intervals and with a variety of inflexions, so this seemed appropriate. Haven't figured out how I want my journal to look, yet, but it's a start.
I went to see the Swans again this week. Twice, in fact, since I promised myself I wouldn't miss the opportunity to see Swan Lake live if I got it. Managed to get good seats, and to see both casts. First time round, I was in the front row of the circle, on the left. The Swan was unexpectedly *big*, for a dancer, and looked, I thought, a bit thuggish in his leather kit, but I adored his Prince, who looked utterly sweet and innocent and really made me want to give him a cuddle. Second time, I didn't like the prince so much - he was rather more knowing, smirking at the statue rather than being taken aback by it, for instance, and I just didn't care about him as much. The Swan (Jason Piper! Woot!) was of course Incredibly Beautiful, and Dead Sexy as The Stranger. No wonder all the girls were after him! Yet... I didn't weep at the second show, but felt the familiar trickle down my face as the first one drew to a close. Hmm. It really is all down to the Prince, I think.
And what else does one do in the interval, when attending the theatre alone, but write? I might even put the little story onto my computer sometime, although if, say, two other people in the world care about it, that'll be at least one more than I'd expect! That sounds self-pitying, but it isn't, it's just that sometimes a combination of personal interests turns out to be too focussed for general application.
What else? Oh, yes, I anticipate awkwardness with regard to our rehearsals. Sigh. I hate having to play the heavy, even when I know I'm in the right.
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Date: 2005-10-29 03:24 pm (UTC)