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Dec. 17th, 2009 @ 06:32 am
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wolfma, Do eldritch sail on the Miskatonic? Just wondering.
(I started thinking about that conversation when wondering if I should see about soemthing concerning a toothsome wench with a toothsome, or even toothy, wrench).Mood:  amused |
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Dec. 15th, 2009 @ 01:15 pm
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Dang it. Can't find any information using Google on how to change the damn bag on an Hoover Elite 200 bag. I'll have to try Clusty.Mood:  annoyed |
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Dec. 15th, 2009 @ 11:07 am
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atlanta06, happy birthday!Mood:  accomplished |
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Dec. 14th, 2009 @ 03:09 pm
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I wish they'd make up their minds.Mood:  stressed |
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Master, bless.
My most precious ones,
this morning, I am feeling as though I were riding a Hippogriff, soaring in the sky and gliding along the surface of crystal waters: a sometimes nerve-wracking experience, but emboldening as well.
The book cover of The flawed master, and the book description, are now on amazon.
I have gone from second-guessing myself to realizing that I must be determined. I trust in God and obey Him. He guides my steps; He has given me excellent advisers; He strengthens me.
Not everyone will understand or commend what I do, and that is fine (though not always an easy notion)... However, enough have been upheld that I must not let myself be thrown off course. Sometimes, it is necessary to be, in a manner of speaking, impenetrable: that is one of the requirements of constancy.
Nothing has happened, but I am becoming more aware that I must be ready, as it were. I must be prepared.
The Lord and the Ever Virgin have given me many signs of their assistance. They have sent me to bind-up the brokenhearted, and that is what I shall steadfastly do, in the odd way they desire.
My heart is ever at peace. No turmoil can unseat the King of Glory. He is All.
Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professorMood:  hopeful Music: Mozart, Mozart, Mozart |
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Title: How Knecht Ruprecht got the girl hot northern bloke
Pairing: Orlando/Sean
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~5.000
Disclaimer: None of this is true.
Summary: Orlando is the last to arrive at what will later become known as Viggo’s perverted Christmas dress up party. Terrible choices of costumes and revelations of the schmoopy kind ensue.
( ”Ho Ho –” the door is half opened and Santa Claus stops in the middle of his greeting. Blue eyes, peeking out between the massive hat and the even more voluminous beard, look Orlando up and down. Then Santa finishes pointedly, “Ho.” )
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Dec. 13th, 2009 @ 10:29 pm
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Well, Fred got sick so he didn't come out to help me move the furniture today. I need to get some sleep but I'll try to move as much of it as I can. One dresser, though... Aargh. I may not be able to do it, but we'll see.
The carpet guys come tomorrow... ^^;Mood: frustrated |
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Dec. 13th, 2009 @ 03:50 pm
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Just in time for Christmas, my roommate went and got himself fired.
Now, I know this seems kind of insensitive of me, but frankly, I'm tired of it. He's amazingly awful at holding onto his jobs, and it always, always fucks up my budgeting and money saving up because I've always got to be the one to pay the rent so that we don't BOTH get evicted.
So, you know. Happy Fucking Holidays.
Why yes little Lolcat, I think I did.
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Dec. 12th, 2009 @ 02:02 pm
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Project I'm doing, here. Uh, yes.
I have a few more pages done/in the process of being done. Sadly, they are in my sketchbook, which is in the back of my roommate's car. I don't think we need to guess whether my roommate is anywhere around, do we?
In other news, I just realized Christmas is in something like 2 weeks (okay, a little less) and I really ought to get cracking on things like buying gifts for my family and friends. I got a tiny smidgen of it done today, but I don't think I've gotten close enough to even crack the surface.
Alternately, this may be a little late, but I'm going to make some holiday soaps today! They are all very clean and smell all kinds of delicious. I sell all my soaps at an obscenely reasonable price, for anyone who is interested. I don't have anything for the Hols up yet, but you can see a couple examples of other things on my Etsy Shop Let me know!Music: Here Comes Your Man - Meaghan Smith (500 Days of Summer OST) |
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Master, bless.
My most precious ones,
I have much to announce...
First, the winner of my giveaway for a copy of The flawed master is nehmet. Congratulations, my dearest one. If you would like to send me your address via private message, I shall then mail the book to you.
Second, this morning I sent my first press kits (ever)... One to the Ottawa Citizen, and the other to the National Post. I would be quite hesitant to say that anything will come of this, other than the possibility of two more people knowing the book exists! The kits will reach their recipients on monday.
God, have mercy on me.
Third, The flawed master is now available on amazon, weeks before I thought it would. The irony is that last night, I thought it might be better to wait until the book was listed on amazon before sending my press kits... Then I thought, Oh, I might as well send them now, I suppose... I am bewildered. It will take a couple more weeks before the cover and book information appear on the amazon page, but in the meantime I uploaded one of my own images.
If you read the book and find it of comfort, most beloved, and would like to write a few words about it on amazon, I would be exceedingly grateful... I shall, however, once again ask for your forgiveness, should my lack of wisdom grieve you somehow (as I have frequently told loved ones, I am only a sinner and inevitably bound to disappoint you). Whatever good comes from my scribblings, it will truly and entirely be due to God's compassion.
God, have mercy on me.
I am so humbled by the fact that the Lord, in His great love, has granted me to put the gifts He has given me at your disposal, my deeply cherished ones, that I cannot hear your kind words without bowing my head. I am overcome by gratitude and joy (and often, perplexity and alarm) because of such unmerited blessings. What is there for me to say except, I am your servus?
Unless I change my mind, my hair will be a lot longer when I go to Infinitus... Somewhat past shoulder length. The first layer is now at chin level, all one length. I like it because when I tip my head forward, I have no peripheral vision... I feel a little like I am half-hidden behind a curtain. This can be soothing.
I am going to rest a bit with my heating pad (I could not get my orthotherapy massage this morning -a sudden schedule conflict), and perhaps watch "The Half-Blood Prince" after praying for a while.
I am wrapping you in a tender robed embrace.
Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professorMood:  humbled Music: Worlds Apart by Blue Stone |
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Dec. 10th, 2009 @ 04:35 pm
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If one is overly fond of a certain, specific turn of phrase, may we then refer to them as "eupheminate"?Mood:  thoughtful |
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Dec. 9th, 2009 @ 10:14 pm
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Warm up wacom sketchy of the day.
And a NSFW link of the day, that shouldn't be funny so much as pathetic, but it really is:
THE VAMP Music: Voldemort is Awesome - Draco and the Malfoys |
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Master, bless.
My most precious ones,
'tis quite the storm out there this morning... The dungeons are so cozy. I am contentedly ensconced. I shall put together at least two press kits today, so that I can mail them tomorrow or friday.
I am now on Google Wave. I have seven invitations, so do comment if you would like one, though I imagine it will take me a while to figure out exactly what Google Wave does. It seems it might be useful. At the moment, my preferred means of networking remain my blogs (especially livejournal and my website, which is a wordpress blog), twitter, my facebook page and goodreads.
I am doing not too badly for a reserved, reclusive professor, eh? Last saturday, I told Father John that my ministerial activities had apparently entered a new phase, one which was increasing my visibility and to which I was currently adjusting, and he approved of the direction my vocation is taking. This calmed my heart.
Yesterday, the furnace man came to do the seasonal maintenance (changing filters and checking wires and so on); he is very kind and I always enjoy chatting with him as he works. Before he left, I gave him my new business cards -I am starting to acquire the habit of doing this- and to my astonishment, he immediately asked me if he could purchase The flawed master for a friend of his, who likes Harry Potter! I was so surprised that I stammered as I tried to form a reply. I put the money he gave me into my "Ashes of Problem Students" jar, also known as the "Infinitus funds" jar.
Perhaps, in addition to business cards, I should have a copy of the book with me wherever I go? Heavens.
I am a writer now, it seems. I am not sure how this is possible, but there it is. I am waiting for another shipment of books so I can hopefully have a few copies at Collected Works; I even have a nice poster of the cover that they can put in the window, if they would like.
As I said, I am beginning to get the hang of this "promotion" business. Slowly. The flawed master should be available on amazon around Christmas. Very soon, I shall have to email the Infinitus organizers about their allowing me to read from the book, and I shall have to submit my paper (one of the essays in A Princely Calling, which I shall start writing in a few weeks)... I am a bit unnerved, I must confess. However, it is true that I feel stronger, more resourceful, more adaptable, more resilient, than when I embarked upon my vocation. It is easier for me to prioritize, although the demands on my time are greater. I realize that I have to be reasonable with myself, even if it pains me, such as when it became evident that I would not be able to do my usual Christmas mailings this year.
And, moments ago I interrupted my scribbling to have a delicious bowl of hot oatmeal.
I am learning, I think... Am I a good professor, my deeply cherished ones? I mean, am I serving you well?
Introvert that I am, flawed servant that I am, my best gifts to you will no doubt always be my writings and my unworthy prayers.
Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor
p.s. if you would like to enter my giveaway for a copy of The flawed master, go here.Mood: cozy Music: the wind blowing |
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SKYPE!
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Dec. 9th, 2009 @ 12:35 am
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I've got Skype up and running on my computer. I don't know exactly how to run it just yet, but my user name is the same as my AIM handle,
" fredrykvphox "
If anyone wants to add me and talk with me and my buddies, feel free. I'll leave it on whenever I can, and feel like talking voice-to-voice with other people.
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Dec. 8th, 2009 @ 03:43 pm
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( novel natter )Mood: accomplished |
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chipper
pleased
bitchy
shallow