reipan: (british film actors: by li)
I realise there were only about three people who were aware that I was attending Maelstrom in the first place, but for the benefit of those three people: I will not, for the foreseeable future, be attending Maelstrom anymore.

My reasons for this are manyfold. I enjoy LARP and LARPers tend to be lovely people, and I am sorry that I will not be spending as much time with the lovely people who LARP as I would be if I were continuing to attend Maelstrom, but it is expensive, time-consuming and commitment-intensive and I am neither rich nor otherwise commitment-free. These are the main reasons among several. 

Please do not try and change my mind. If I want to start doing it again in the future then I will, but for the time being I don't and I find people pressuring me to come back upsetting, regardless of how good and friendly the intention.

Thank you.
reipan: (cake or death? by li)
 I made muffins! 

...I was actually trying to produce cupcakes, though, so this may not be the achievement it looks like.
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
Election? Exams? Weather?

PFFFT YOU GUYS

NEVER MIND ALL THAT

I JUST GOT CAST AS INDIANA JONES IN THE TWO SHADES EDINBURGH PANTOMIME 

:D :D :D

ETA: I'm now feeling the first few vague tinges of panic and am expecting [livejournal.com profile] perdrix  to comment on this entry and tell me I misheard her. Silly brain.

...>_>
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
 So, um.

I may have sort of just danced a Morris set.

...

You wish you were this cool.
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 So apparently when estate agents say they've got a property that matches your requirements what they really mean is that they've got a property they didn't think anybody else would be interested in looking at. DEAR ESTATE AGENTS: I could just be being dumb here, but when I said "West or central Cambridge" I didn't expect for everything to be out past the Grafton. And £795 pcm is not the same as £700pcm. Don't make me cross.

Details of the pantomime! It is, as aforementioned, tomorrow - Saturday 13th -  at 2.30PM, in the Queen's Auditorium of Emmanuel College. What you do, right, is you go into the college, head for the staircase marked E, and then follow the signs. It's all very exciting and twisty. Tickets are £4 for students, £5 for real people, who have to pay a surcharge on account of the fact that they exist a little more than we do.

People who listed themselves as "maybe" on the poll - do try to drop me a line if you decide you'll show up :) I can't guarantee I'll have ample time for socialising, but I will try and go around hugging everyone I recognise. (You'll see me. I'm fairly multicoloured in this one.) If you can't come, well, you suck, and don't expect to be let off easily; it takes me almost five minutes to overcome that kind of grudge.

Don't say you weren't warned.
reipan: (could be bunnies)
I told people I would be posting details of this on my LJ, as I don't like Facebook and it's taken me ages to check out the cool features of the polling function here.[Poll #1534365]
reipan: (kouriarashi: clyde being drunk!)
 If anybody knows of a house or flat available for rent to two students (the student part is important) in Cambridge from the beginning of the next academic year - preferably one that doesn't mind people with pets - could they let me know?

BECAUSE I NEED ONE OF THOSE BABIES

OH YES
reipan: (cake or death? by li)
 Me on a happy-things meme.  Go on, you know you want to.
reipan: (Tea!)
 Right.

Essay: done and handed in.

Packing for CDC: ...suspiciously easily done - like, within fifteen minutes -  and I'm now convinced there's stuff I've forgotten to pack. I've got my costume, except the hat which someone else has got, and stuff to sleep in, except for the sleeping bag which my sister has got, and stuff to wash with (including a towel) and a metric fuckton of layers and my contact lenses and a book and my lists of kanji to fail to learn for Monday. Did I forget anything? 

Exercises: almost done. To be further improved upon in the couple of hours I've got before my lift arrives.

Next Monday's kanji test: ...probably a lost cause, but I'll give it my best shot.

Awareness Week: Happening. Not my problem until next Sunday. oh, I should be preparing handover documents for the next treasurer, but to be honest with you I don't know what they're supposed to look like - I didn't get any. I'll just give them my budget records with a post-it attached that says "HAVE FUN".

Scholarship personal statement: Not done, but it's not due in until the 12th. SO THAT'S OKAY.

Stressful week of doom: almost over!

See you on Sunday!

Sigh.

Jan. 27th, 2010 05:37 pm
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
 Just got home to an email about the posters for CUSU LGBT Awareness week. Apparently our flyers were refused at Magdalene College and accepted at Corpus and St Johns, only to be pulled out of people's pigeonholes and thrown on the floor.

This is the shocking news that in modern-day Cambridge some people still object to Queer Folk And The Like, and are not afraid to make their views known in a tediously immature sort of way.

...seriously. I mean, if a college wants to point-blank refuse the flyers then that's one thing, but pulling them out of pigeonholes and throwing them on the floor? Not only is that one of the most petty things I've ever heard of (you know, as well as being disrespectful etc), it also just seems pointless. If you object to Awareness Week drawing attention to itself then surely throwing the flyers on the floor is the wrong way to go about rectifying the situation? A small piece of laminated paper in your pigeonhole is very easy to overlook, it's considerably harder to ignore the floor suddenly being covered in rainbows.

Just sayin'.

brains

Jan. 13th, 2010 08:09 am
reipan: (Tea!)
I'm trying this new thing called "getting up when my alarm goes off" (as opposed to my normal modus operandus of hitting "snooze" up to five times before crawling out of bed).

On the bright side, I am washed, dressed, and my first lecture of the term is not for another 50 minutes, the building being three minutes' walk away. I've had breakfast and everything.

On the slight downside...brains. 
reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
Too rushed and jittery to make a reflective post about my year/decade just now; maybe tomorrow.

In case I spend most of tomorrow curled into a ball, Happy New Year, everyone!
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Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In March I put money in [livejournal.com profile] thnksfrllthfsh 's expired parking meter (14 points). Last month I pushed [livejournal.com profile] sashagoblin in the mud (-17 points). Last Tuesday I helped [livejournal.com profile] faenel hide a body (-173 points). In June I caught a purse-snatcher who stole [livejournal.com profile] mirrorshard 's purse (30 points). Last week I donated bone marrow to [livejournal.com profile] nikobelia in a life-saving procedure (300 points).

Overall, I've been nice (154 points). For Christmas I deserve a new bike!

Sincerely,
reipan

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That third one? It could happen. (It...hasn't already. Of course. >_>)

Merry whatever-you-may-or-may-not-be-celebrating, everybody. I have eaten far too much and still sort of want some more Yule log, so I think this day has been, overall, successful (except for Doctor Who being freaking disturbing, although I suppose that was probably the effect RTD was going for, so...we can still count it as a success?).
reipan: (Tea!)

GUYS

GUYS

I HAVE THE FLU

IT'S REALLY BORING, YOU GUYS

Also, apparently Pidgin has stopped supporting MSN protocols? WTF?

*ka-sneeze*

Dec. 4th, 2009 11:11 am
reipan: (could be bunnies)
The heating in my room is off.

Extrapolating from this, the hot water in Clough is probably also off.

I have a cold and a pressing need to shower before I leave the house into a town that is supposed to be COLDER THAN INSIDE.

...

WHHHYY?!
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I actually meant to post this for [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart a while ago, and as I've just made and am consuming it for the first time since I arrived in Cambridge I may as well, given that I am supposed to be doing an essay.

Please note:  Quantities here are pretty approximate; I learned this through a combination of watching my mother and trial and error. Also, while some things do need exact quantities of everything this doesn't seem to be one of them. Be individual!

Carbonara

feeds ten people, or one MAN. by which I mean, serves one



Ingredients:

- ~125g pasta (about a quarter of a 500g pack, in other words). Spaghetti is traditional, but about anything will work.
- one or two eggs
- parmesan cheese, grated
- salt
- pepper
- single or double cream (optional)
- bacon, or pancetta cubes. If using bacon, one or two rashers; if using cubes, they come in handy little boxes of which you should use one.

Method:

- Sanitation is manly! WASH YOUR HANDS!
-  Cook the pasta. I'm going to work on the assumption that you know how to do that; if you can't, Google it. 
- In a large  bowl, beat the eggs; add salt, pepper and grated parmesan to taste, and the cream if using.
- Heat the bacon in a frying pan (or wok, if you like) with a little oil.
- Add the cooked pasta to the beaten eggs mixture. Mix well.
- Add pasta-and-beaten-eggs-and-other-stuff mixture to the bacon pan and cook until the egg is set, stirring constantly to make sure you don't end up with a giant pasta-and-bacon omelette. Unless you want a giant pasta-and-bacon omelette. I guess that would be pretty cool.
- Serve. Enjoy. Unless you've had a really bad day or you don't like bacon or you're allergic to eggs or something. In the latter two cases, though, I'm not really sure why you're making this in the first place. 

Yes! Good? I'm told that it tastes okay without the bacon, so vegetarians are free to omit that; I'm afraid vegans are pretty much screwed, though. (Pescatarians can use smoked salmon instead, maybe? I've never tried it, but I can't see why not.)
reipan: (sunlightdances: gay agenda)
Advice time!

Um. So. The CUSU LGBTU does not have a president. We had an open meeting today at which people could stand for president. Nobody stood for president. There is, therefore, still a presidential spot open. I asked the exec people if the fact that I'm a first-year would be a problem if I applied; they said no, and seemed very keen for me to do it.

In terms of time management - I could probably handle it, I think. It would involve about five hours of my time per week; I have rehearsals maybe once or twice a week on top of my regular schedule, and...well, NaNo is obviously going to complicate things somewhat but this is not the kind of opportunity you get every day.

The people I have spoken to so far seem to think it is a good idea, and this is encouraging. And I really want to do this -  I know I haven't much experience either presidenting or being part of a gay scene, but I think I could do it well; I maybe have just about enough personality to make it work. Nevertheless, well, I have no experience presidenting and I might well suck.

So. Um.

Should I apply?


ETA: Thank you for all the votes of confidence! I have decided to sleep on it; if I still feel this good about it in the morning, I'll apply.
reipan: (kouriarashi: clyde being drunk!)
I got a part in the CULES panto! I'm a stupid henchman! :D
reipan: (Tea!)
IT'S ALL, LIKE, TOMORROW AND STUFF, YOU GUYS.
reipan: (purpleallison: 900 years)
Does anybody know a decent method for folding and ironing fitted sheets? I can never quite get them to come out right; normally I just try to fold them into the most approximately square shape I can and hope for the best, and that works okay, but there's always the inevitable one or two that end up looking like a cross between Casper the Friendly Ghost and...well, a badly-ironed fitted sheet. As they end up stretched out on my bed anyway I suppose it doesn't really matter, but it would be nice to be able to do things properly.

I am writing this entry as I let the iron sit and do its iron-y thing for a bit. I think that our iron, incidentally, is possessed by the same thing that's living in the toilet - for the past year our toilet has routinely taken several tries to flush and, at each successful attempt, let out a banshee-like wail. It also occasionally emits a high-pitched whine for absolutely no reason, save that, apparently, of waking me up fifteen minutes before my alarm. We've taken to calling it Sheila. Anyway, our iron has a similar poltergeist - for reasons unknown to all of us, it likes to leak and/or bubble, froth menacingly and spit out some water-and-grit mixture. The latter is not as common as the former, but the former happens every time we use it. Or every time I do, anyway. I sometimes find that letting it take a little rest puts it in a better mood.

Maybe I'll start calling it Igor.

It strikes me that quite a few fairly basic household appliances around here are broken. Neesan and I have been after Dad to replace the toilet since, well, it started making that freaking noise; I don't know why my mother won't buy a new iron. She told me once, but it made so very much sense that I can't remember what she said, or even if we're still on the same reason. Our shower door's been a bit rickety from day one. The reason given on enquiry tends to be that money's a bit tight, but as we've recently acquired a new paper shredder and a bunch of clothes for my mother I'm more inclined to believe that they just enjoy the feel of having things that aren't so broken they don't work, but are just flawed enough that they can be bitched about in intricate detail. (I'm not here to judge; they work hard for their money and can spend it on whatever they like. 

Although it'd be nice not to be woken up by that high-pitched squeal anymore.)

Know what else is weird? Everybody seems so surprised at the amount of stuff I iron. I mean, they let me get away with the shirts (I wear a lot of shirts) but...I thought everybody ironed trousers and jeans and jumpers and things! It's not like it's hard, and it makes them all soft and nice and easier to fit in your drawers? No? Come on, guys, it's not like I iron my underwear or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with ironing your underwear if the mood takes you that way, as long as you can see why most people don't bother.*


I am quite unreasonably tired; I've taken on household duty while Dad is in Finland so that Mum doesn't have to worry about things and also because I don't really have anything better to do; it's been a quiet week. Projects for the month: finish Heart Thief, get some scripting done for the webcomic Jo and I want to do together and try to finish the stage adaptation of that Japanese short story that I started - something I've never done before and I'm not sure I'm carrying off with any skill, but...I suppose we'll see. (Confidential to [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart : WHY DO YOU HATE ME WHEN I SHOW YOU NOTHING BUT LOVE?!)

I have also acquired a ukulele, and take great delight in sitting around and playing it. Badly. I still haven't quite worked out how to sing and play at the same time (any tips on that?) but at least I can make sound come out of it that isn't horrible! Yay me!

...right. I have rambled for too long about ironing, and now I should probably get back to it. Was going to do a long and involved post about my feelings and the future, but now that I've sat here for a while I don't really feel up to it. Maybe later.

*Based on no statistics whatsoever; will retract statement if it turns out that 50% or more of the population iron their undergarments, although reserve right to relentlessly mock the OCD type who actually bothered to go and check.

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