nagia: (ffxii; basch; viva la revolution)
I don't know whether this is an "FML" moments or an "I love my life" moment. It's sure as hell one of those "I will laugh about this later moments."

Except I'm laughing about it now.

Guys, I just spent ten minutes fighting with a key, a deadbolt, and two leashed dogs determined to drag me all over the neighborhood while I tried to get us in the house.

Once I gave up on the front door, I squeezed myself and them through a broken gate into the back yard. Then I wound up squeezing myself into the garage via dog door.

Yes. That's right. I just entered my own home via dog door.

Even better, it was completely unnecessary. Had I stopped to look at my keyring, I would have seen two nearly-identical keys: one silver, one bronze. The silver key opens the external garage door. The bronze one opens the front door.

So I could quite easily have gotten in through an actual door, rather than the dog flaps, had I stopped to think for more than twenty seconds.

You may now point and laugh.
nagia: (gungrave; grave; enchained in sorrow)
Well, the day is over. I got out of work at four, but I didn't get home until seven and then didn't actually get to sit down until nine.

Today was pretty much the worst day I've had at Receivia since I was working in A/R. Logged back into all my systems after a half-hour lunch (I get an hour M-F), only to discover that the facility had completed an open professional bill for me, then copied it and finished that account's institutional bill as well. The next seven accounts in a row had already been billed and 'closed out' by the facility, despite having just been assigned to us yesterday. Because I'm paranoid and take things personally, and was also the only person billing Columbia today, I had a small attack of "OH MY GOD THIS IS MY FAULT I'M NOT DOING THIS FAST ENOUGH OR WELL ENOUGH AND THEY'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN ON MONDAY."

Broke down and cried at my desk. Then I tried to log into one last system and "flip" bills. Spent forty-five minutes fighting with it to no avail. Cried more. One of the team leads fought with it for another ten, and then told me that facility had pulled all our assigned encounters and flipped them for us, because they're assholes.

Around three, one of my fellow inmates -- the only other person to share my row -- looked up and went, "Katie, you do look like you're about to cry." The look of surprise on her face when I told her I already had, more than once, was almost a bright spot, except then my systems kicked me out.

All told, I had an hour of downtime and didn't make goal. I did get exactly 80% of goal, though, which I guess isn't bad for your first time on a facility. Especially if you're overtired, overstressed, and just generally overworked all to hell.

The news gets even better. Starting Monday, I'm now required to put in fifty-six hours a week. They don't really care how I manage it, I just have to get the hours. Which would be fine, I guess, except I'm supposed to cram two extra days's worth of hours into... one extra day.

There are days I could swear this place is deliberately trying to make me feel stupid and worthless.
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Well, I'm twenty-two, and have been for twenty-five minutes. Don't feel any different from twenty-one, except maybe a bit more exasperated.

I don't think my mother understands just how not important this day is to me. It's a minor oddity, like a "Huh, I never expected to live this long." Honestly, the fact that it's 17 July is far, far outweighed by the fact that it's a Saturday. (I know I say I never expected to live this long every year, but that's because it's true. It's especially true this year, considering who I was in May.)
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Totally random question that in no way relates to an in-development FFXIII epic: after cut for spoilers )




In other news: my dad is an asshole, my mom is stressing me out, and Gifts&Treasures isn't coming together.

Also, I should proooobably get off this damn Yuffie/Shalua kick.




Another question: since Oerba was apparently a communal society, would it have marriage in the modern sense (jointly owned property, usually joint finances, tax breaks)? I'm sure there were life partnerships and child-rearing unions, since they're kind of unavoidable if you want your humans not to read as totally alien, but would the word "marriage" or "husband" or "wife" been tossed around?




Also, the universe keeps giving me the best presents. I turned twenty, it gave me TDK; I turned twenty-one, it gave me a job; I turn twenty-two, it gives me insurance AND a movie directed by Chris Nolan and starring Ellen Paige. Clearly, the week of the seventeenth is when the magic happens.
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So, my thoughts on FFXIII:

For all that it's focused on six people (and two living MacGuffins), the thematic scope of the story is huge in regards to those six people. There is no major character who doesn't grow up. Absolutely everybody learns something. And we get to see that growth and the gradual process.

The Lightning we leave behind at the end of the storyline is not the Lightning we met in the opening scene; nor is she the Lightning from Chapter III, Chapter V, Chapter VI... You get my drift? The same goes for Snow, for Hope, for Sazh. The Vanille of the final scene (and the Vanille who narrates throughout the game) is not the Vanille we met at the beginning, and post-story Fang is not the woman we glimpsed lounging in the beachside bar, "Looking for someone."

The characters we follow and play as are three-dimensional, while the characters we glimpse in passing cutscenes are at best mere watercolors and at worst rough sketches. And that makes sense: you're on a time crunch, you've got a ticking time bomb etched in your skin and an entire world against you; you don't have time to look for other people's hidden depths, or to display them.'

Herre yar be fpoileres )
nagia: (ffxii; basch; ruin impendent)
This is not my month. As if things weren't bad enough, I cut my left pinkie open tonight. Very, very bad cut. As in “eight stitches“ bad. A hair longer or deeper, and I would have lost the finger. I cut almost all the way around the finger.

As it is, I bled pretty horribly. I mean I soaked through the gauze, the paper barrier, dribbled a lake onto the plastic sub-barrier, and got both the NP's and her student's labcoats. When they finished, my palm was covered in blood.

Oh, and the worst of it? I'm left handed.
nagia: (vs; ashley; try me)
Oh Neil Gaiman no!

Seriously, Neil, you are usually so good and on the ball! I get that we're all a bit blind to our S/O's faults, but seriously! A "no comment" might have been a better idea!

Am I going to have to put you on my List with Joss Whedon?




In other news, RPattz is still trying to get fired. I don't even know where to start with this.




So there's been a lot of teal deer talk about this matter. I'm not into shota, chan, loli, or bestiality. I'm also not particularly into m/m slash. Or male characters at all, really.

But this is so much bullshit. more teal deer )

TL;DR: Just because you don't like something doesn't mean it has no right to exist, and censoring pornography without outlawing the entire industry is dumb.
nagia: (ffvii; yuffie; hard girl)
Dear [personal profile] zvi:

I think you need to step back and reexamine your actions and your motives. Because it looks to me like you've got yourself in a hole, and rather than jump out of it, you're just continuing to dig.

Do you understand that your post in your journal about this tangent makes up a part of the larger imbroglio? Do you understand that people, in following the larger imbroglio, will re-direct their attention to your post, because you have positioned it as being a part of the larger discussion at hand?

I'm a late-comer to this, but from what I understand, the entry in question would not have received much attention--if any at all--had it not been posted to [community profile] linkspam, and had the resulting kerfuffle not been posted to [community profile] metafandom.

It is completely permissible to rabbit trail on a personal journal. That's half of what they're for. And if you rabbit trail on your personal journal, you're not hurting anything. You're not shutting down anybody else's conversations. You're not making a discussion between or about other parties all about you.

If the user in question had posted links to that entry here, back, and beyond indicating that it should be part of the discussion, you would have a point. If the user in question had invaded somebody else's meta post and gone off on this tangent, or had deliberately re-directed someone else's conversation, you would have a point.

But from all indications I've seen, the user in question did none of that.

Not everybody wants to be part of every conversation all the time. I will say this again: not everybody wants to be part of every conversation all the time, and it is ridiculous that you would drag someone into a fight they didn't agree to enter.

This user didn't even have the option to say, "Please take that link down, I don't want to be part of this discussion."

The party who linked the "derailing" entry was [community profile] linkspam. If [community profile] linkspam felt that the post was only tangentially related, it had the option of not linking. To decide to link a tangentially related post, tag it as "derailing," and then offer no recourse for the link's removal is, gasp shock surprise, appropriating somebody else's content.

Let's try that again, just to make absolutely sure my logic is clear. [community profile] linkspam took something that was not [community profile] linkspam's, without permission, and posted it under a label one hundred percent sure to offend--again without permission--thus using content for [community profile] linkspam's own purposes in a way it had not been intended.

What exactly would you call that?
nagia: (abstract; family: it's what matters)
Non-Exhaustive List of the Cursed or Magical Swords/Armor Currently in Possession of the Balreqiea Dragoons of Order

The Blood-Fang, Iyepka-era Vabren longsword (~600 years old): Like many Vabren cursed swords, was supposedly forged by a known and revered black magician of the Dead City as the ultimate escalation of a blood feud. This time, it was Adaike Lohz, who wanted to kill members of Elom Avveth's specific father-to-son line--his own brothers-in-law--as revenge for his sister's death in childbirth. The sword is known for causing exsanguination at highly exaggerated speeds. Most recent date of exposure: eighty years ago, when it caused roughly two hundred deaths in fourteen days.

The Daylight, Imetrio-era Vabren shortsword (~700-800 years old): The only extant "killing sword" enchanted with white magic. When wielded by a powerful white magician, light reflected from the blade can instantly purify the life from weaker black magicians. When carried by the less powerful or by non-magicians, it is known for causing burn wounds ranging from very minor first to third-degree burns with each cut, depending on the cut's severity. It is the only cursed sword that cannot be touched or wielded in any fashion by black magicians. Most recent date of exposure: three hundred years ago, when it caused fifty non-magician deaths, and an unknown amount of deaths among black magicians (estimates place the toll between one and three hundred).

Eater-of-Brightness, Iyepka-era Vabren longsword (~600 years old): A cursed Vabren sword that can only be wielded by a woman's hand. This sword is known for its defensive capabilities: magic of any kind used on a proper wielder of the sword will fail--often with damage to the caster, or to bystanders, should the caster move out of range. Forged by Chetmirakh Envareth for his sister, Eajo, that she need never suffer a white magician's anger. Most recent date of exposure: not since the creation of the Dragoons, four hundred years ago.

The Flesh Guard, Imetrio-era Vabren full armor (~700 years old): A full suit of Vabren armor, from hand guards to helmet and breastplate. It was enchanted by a group of black magicians in the Temple of Asedek as a gift to a disliked warrior in the Temple of Uherl. The armor has since become famous: it may guard the flesh, but it weakens the soul. The armor prevents any and all physical or magical damage to the bearer, but prolonged exposure not only saps the will to live, but makes the armor progressively more difficult to remove. In the end, the victim is trapped in armor that makes them wish to die but will not allow them to. Most recent date of exposure: not since the creation of the Dragoons.

The Kept Faith of Indara, Nemeq-era Vabren shortsword (~460 years old): One of the most infamous Vabren swords, forged by master bladesmith--and leader of a Zintznean religious school--Indara the Righteous, in the days just after Balreqiean colonization of what were once Vabren lands. In order to purge his feelings, Indara forged his Kept Faith and imbued it with his hatred of the colonials. It deliberately seeks out Balreqiean blood (especially the blood of Pure Balreqieans). When Indara was alive, it killed with a cut. Indara's death gave the sword a consciousness, specifically, a consciousness belonging to the most vile part of his soul, and it can now completely possess anyone who touches its hilt, or anyone whom it cuts. Legend holds that it was one of the signs of Zintzne's displeasure with the Dead City. Most recent date of exposure: around 2002

The Snake-Son, Nemeq-era Vabren longsword (~400 years old): One of the least famous and most frightening of the Vabren swords, often called the Kinslayer. It was created by a female black magician (rumored to be of the long-lost Vahai household) as revenge against a man who refused to leave his wife for her. Not only did it cause the man to kill his wife and then himself, but it destroyed three entire households, not to mention the foolish black magicina and everyone else she loved. No one is entirely sure how or why it possesses people, but the people it takes over will inevitably destroy what they love most, and then themselves. Most recent date of exposure: not since the creation of the Dragons

seven, eight, skip a few, ninety-nine...

The Winged Death: Iyepka-era Vabren longsword (~600 years old): Another lesser-known and frightening sword, the Winged Death doesn't need a bearer. It has its own consciousness with an incomprehensible agenda, and can move on its own via self-levitation. Although no two victims are killed in the same circumstances or with the same inhuman logic, the sword is generally drawn to people who have histories of sexual contact, and generally does not seem to get along well with black magicians.

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