karanguni: (RUFUS looks)
From the NYT:

Madoff Sentenced to 150 Years in Prison

Bernard L. Madoff on Monday received the maximum sentence for perpetrating one of the biggest investment frauds in Wall Street history and will spend the rest of his life in prison.


NOT A TYPO. 8D 8D Some things in RL are better than things in fic. [livejournal.com profile] nasdack, heeeeeeeere I come. >:D

[edit] BECAUSE I AM RIDICULOUS AND EASILY EXCITABLE BY FINANCIO-POLITICAL NEWS, I AM OPENING THE FLOOR FOR PROMPTS IN ANY FANDOM so long as they include FINANCIAL/POLITICAL IMPLICATIONS. Extra points for great hilarity. GO!!!!!!
karanguni: (Default)
I am well now, travelling around and trying not to kill my in-law!

Obligatory DW note: yes I am there, no I am not moving, LJ is still my homeland, entries will be crossposted over, I am myself: karanguni.

HELP WORK IS EATING ME ALIVE and I only have three hours on this internet card, FLAIL.

[edit] to-do list for when I get home is a MILE LONG, guys, a MILE LONG. How did I ever survive without the internet????
karanguni: (Default)
Skype conversation with D thus ends, at 235am/435am, as such:

D: How do I end this -- oh, the red button!



Okay, back to work.
karanguni: (COOPER rock)
IT'S ANOTHER ONE. I cannot believe that I now have a tag for strange politifigure dreams. I swear that [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama comes to me in my sleep and haunts me, because this time, guys, it was even weirder than the original.

THE CANNIBALS ARE COMING FOR YOU, ANDERPONY )


What the hell? is the phrase I have repeated to myself the most this last half an hour of waking. What the hell?

I'm not even sure I can turn this particular mad dream into fic this time.

Oh God/[livejournal.com profile] charlie_d_blue/[livejournal.com profile] evercourant/[livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea/[livejournal.com profile] regicidaldwarf, SAVE ME FROM MYSELF
karanguni: (rahm EMANUEL)
MY DREAMSCAPE IS FANFICTION LAND, I swear. Okay, let's recap some basic facts about my life here:

  1. I'm not American
  2. I've been away from serious [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama stuff for a good long time


SO, BRAIN, DO TELL ME WHY I dreamt last night that - no lie - of the following:

The year is some-time-after-the-Election. For reasons that are already slipping my memory, people are being silly. I head down to a junkyard to see pre-November-4th newspaper spreads of Palin getting blown up by some pretty crazy people.

Suddenly (and I shit you not), the White House Van draws up. )

And then I wake up, and decide that this dream is probably better than fic, if you just search-replace the word "I" in this entry with "Jon" or "Stephen" or "Anderson" or any other persona of choice. Now the question is - to inflict this on [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama (I'm looking at you, [livejournal.com profile] evercourant, [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea, [livejournal.com profile] charlie_d_blue, LOOK WHAT YOU GUYS HAVE DONE TO ME. I can't even WITHDRAW from fandom, it sort of follows me home and asks me to look after it!11!) and accuse them of my ills, or to go book myself a spot in a mental institution, hm...
karanguni: (Default)
During A Knight's Tale DVD commentary:

Brian (Director): [commenting on Heath Ledger's character getting his arm relocated and a rub-down by Paul Bettany at the same time] Again, you're giving him kind of a rubdown while his shoulder's dislocated - I'm not sure that's, uh, medically correct.

Paul: Ah, uh, no. I just like to give men rubdowns when they dislocate any... any bit of them, really.



On Rufus Sewell's "live sex" parties:

Brian: ... troubadours.

Paul: Troubadours used to sing songs about... sex, actually.

Brian: In fact, at the bottom of Rufus' flat, there'd be troubadours to welcome you and sing songs about past visitors.



Before a potential sex scene:

Paul: I think now it's evident that they're about to f-- play chess, or dominoes.



Regarding a line:

Brian: "Revelling the night"; that doesn't happen very much any more, does it? No, unless it's in Rufus' apartment in Prague.

Paul: There was a lot of revelling.

Brian: And I think when Rufus rides up and says "committing the oldest sins in the newest ways", he knows what he's talking about.

Heath's character: As promised you before, you will look up at it from the flat of your back.

Paul: See, another tempting opportunity for a double entendre, and not taken - Brian, I'm ashamed of you.



Regarding Rufus' character getting to Heath's:

Paul: Yes, he's getting under Heath's skin just like herpes might.


I WANT TO WRITE PAUL BETTANY/RUFUS SEWEL FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON NOW.
karanguni: (COOPER rock)
I WAS RANDOMLY SURFING GOOGLE AND OH MY GOD AHAHA [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama PEOPLE, LOOK AT THIS, THERE ARE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MY RAHM/ANDERSON FICS IN CHINESE I KEEP READING THEM AND GIGGLING OH MY GOD I HAVE A MEETING IN AN HOUR AND WHAT THE FUCK AND THIS IS BIZARRE AND I KNEW I SHOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT AT THREE IN THE MORNING

HELP, HELP, SANITY SEEMS A STRANGE FOREIGN THING
karanguni: (BARACK chibi)
So, who's the crazy person who has decided to give as many people on the flist a present as she can? I AM! *BEAMS* In the spirit of the new year and attempting to kick my ass back into action. I've taken what prompts you guys have given me over the last however-many-times-I-decided-to-click-previous-entries, and have spun what I can. Happy new year! ♥ from this side of the universe.

[livejournal.com profile] dnatio_memoriae generously donated her art skillz for a couple of these, and may be contributing more in the morning! IS THE WORLD NOT A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. OH YES, IT IS. ♥

numinicious - Lucifer (Lucifer, postcard) )

dnatio_memoriae: Baccano! (Luck, Claire, writing on the wall) )

white_jenna: Final Fantasy VII (Tseng, cocktail napkin) )

muse_lightning: nasdack FFVII AU (Tseng, Elena, post-its) )

knightlineninja: Cowboy Bebop (Spike, short letter) )

voksen: Baccano! (Czes, longhand letter) )

logistika_nyx: nasdack AU (Elena/Tseng: he's full of wishful thinking) )

misura: nasdack AU (Dark Nation, Rufus) )

If you feel you have been deprived a present, feel free to dump a prompt of any sort on me! After all, Chinese New Year (ha! coming from me, least traditional of people!) lasts a good long while, technically! :D Right now I am going to lean back in my seat and let my eyes explode for a while. ♥
karanguni: (RUFUS looks)
Language altered to appear suitably Annoyed (R) and Irascible (TM); this post bears only minimal resemblance to members of the public that may or may not be either living and/or dead. I swear.

28/1: Enumerated List of Bureaucratic Stupidity

  1. To the American Banking system (and its slew of derivatives): I do not see the need or purpose in your sending my father and myself endless streams of correspondence. I do not need additional paperwork regarding anything to make me feel more self-important about the amount of money this family has deposited in your incredibly (pun fully intended, along with your 0.0000012% per month interest rate) and needlessly complex credit system, and my father is considerably jaded as-is and does not want to be informed, by means of (to date) 7 formal letters, 3 brochures and however many bits and pieces of paper marauding as check(que)books and/or advertisements, that you are Fully Aware of where his money is at any and all times. Rather, I'd be obliged if you left me with less drivel, and more information regarding parts of my account that I should've been informed of beforehand, id est: the drawing limit on my debit card, the fact that said debit card cannot be used for online transactions, and the fact that your company - against all standards of common sense and integrity and the ability to read in sequential lines - managed to not only misspell my name but also managed to rearrange my mailing address such that the second line became the first and the first line became invention. Thank god for postal codes.

  2. To the paper pushers with whom I am communicating in order to secure simple, no-frills interviews and tours of your facilities: I plead with you never to reply to emails with the phrase (verbatim:) "[i]n regards to the unformal meetings". I weep for you, your colleagues, and whoever it is that has to read your reports on a regular basis, Mms. "Manager of International Relations".

  3. To the makers of such movies as Troy: mother of Hades, what are you on, people? I could've forgiven Alexander its woes due to the fact that its casting was doomed to begin with, but Troy? Troy? Troy? One would think that Mssr. Pitt, having acted as a vampire and a gambler and a psychopath and a de-aging-re-aging man, would be able to brush his neatly evolved American accent to one corner and do better than scream (verbatim:) "IMMORTALITY!!!!!! TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", punctuation not exaggerated. Furthermore, Patroclus. If actual further elaboration is necessary: what of the ardent feminisation, and then the constant implications of "cousin", and then the fact that he - and Mssr. Bloom - served only to make Mssrs. Pitt, Bana and Bean seem muscular and manly in comparison? I decline to comment on the bad theatrical execution, the constant (and annoying) soundtrack, and the fact that the depicted Paris could be broken thus by kicking any particularly adorable puppy somewhere in his vicinity.

  4. To my love, gmail: I trust you. Please cease being slovenly; I have work to do.


*g* Okay, I have to stop, otherwise I think my brain will fall apart. But, yes, today has been an interesting day: for one, I've rediscovered the effects of a cup of coffee. Maybe it's just the fact that I'd spent around 9 years of my life getting only four or six hours of sleep per night and then slogging the rest of the day, but I'd never been affected by coffee until a few months ago. Tragedy! For then I could not drink it ere sleeping. I thought that I'd acquired some strange infection of the lymph. Truefact: after sleeping only 2 hours last night and then braving the roads (thankfully dead: I guess everyone's still hung over) on my bicycle, drinking a flat white did nothing more than restore me to humanity, as opposed to pushing me over the edge into Hyped Up Psycholand. Profit!

Additionally: if you live in the Australasian continent and are on my flist, there's a pretty high chance you're getting something in the mail sometime during the next 4-6 days. *BEAM*

Also: note to self, write creepy random boring piece about how the roads were empty. ish.

Thus is my boring life. *sets to writing Tsengfic at last*

[edit] Ended up updating the downingjones section of [livejournal.com profile] nasdack; essentially: hell.

[edit] I think I'm going to sit here and stare at AIM for a while, so if anyone wants to catch me in my in between-caffeine-dosage lull, go 'head.
karanguni: (Alex KRAPANOS)
So, I've been out of the house since Real Early this morning, and will be continuing this process for a few weeks -- ergo my radio silence. I swear to god, I come home and there's 20 flist posts and emails and jfalskfjlkasjflkasjf. I miss you all muchly, and should be writing and finishing up drabbles faster - but life, it cuts. Like a knife.

That said, it's inauguration day, which means moi and moi laptop will be hangin' out in front of the TV with CNN on from 11am EST onwards. Won't be a-beddin' until 4am local at this rate. If you want to flail at me, I shall be on AIM. Writing things while watching history being written.

As better people have written before me --

I am glad that I have lived to see this.

I am glad.
karanguni: (danny OCEAN)
I love Barack Obama. For his cool, for his calm, for the fact that he's picked a bad ass insane beautiful man for his Chief of Staff.

I'm going to introduce you to Rahmn Emanuel, even though I should be studying economics. It's okay. Once I introduce you to Rahm Emanuel, no human being is ever going to look the same again. This guy is insane. And this is the man who won the Democrats their majority.

1. He will beat you. He will beat you hard. Until you bleed. Preferably money.

When raising funds for a Democractic campaign? Rahm sent back checks to people, insulted them, and embarrassed them into sending more money because the checks? Too small.

2. Then he will beat you again.

To a pollster he didn't like? Rahm sent a 2.5 foot long dead fish.

3. Unless he loves you.

To the candidates he's taken care of in his position as DCCC chairman? He sends cheesecakes. From Chicago. To places like Nevada.

4. He will not take your shit.

Upon winning the Democractic majority:

"I'll tell you this," Emanuel shouted out to his staff. "The Republicans may have the 72-hour program. But they have not seen the 22-month program!

"Since my kids are gone, I can say it: They can go ---- themselves!"

5. He will kill you. Kill you dead.

When working for the Clinton campaign, he was bitching with his homies at dinner about the people who were working against them. As he spoke? He stabbed the table. With his steakknife. While saying, "DEAD. DEAD."

Also:

In a fairly typical sign-off, he concluded another call to Sestak: "Don't [mess] it up or ... I'll kill you. All right, I love you. Bye."


Oh, yeah, and he told Tony Blair "not to fuck up".

6. He likes people who might kill you, too.

Emanuel believed in being tough. In September 2005, he described a Vietnam veteran he was trying to recruit this way: "I don't know if he's going to win, but I'll tell you this: I don't want to cross [him]. I think he would take out a knife and kill you. I think he would kill you." Emanuel viewed this as an asset.


7. His brother, Ari? Inspiration for Ari Gold in Entourage.

Can you say, enough said?


Now, I advise you to pursue how he beats the shit out of the Republican policy by reading a LOVE LETTER to OIL LOBBYISTS. I direct you also to a news post, and also to this post with many more links.

Have I mentioned, he's a ballet dancer?

Oh yeah. He is.

Obama and Rahm.

It's going to be a beautiful, interesting four years.

[edit] You know what, I'm going to let BARACK OBAMA do this for me.

Obama: (to someone who writes for the NYTimes) "You are such a literate, erudite guy, it makes me wonder, why are you hanging around with Rahm Emanuel. There are only so many ways to say, "I want to rip your head off." Most of Rahm's vocabulary cannot appear in the Sunday section [of the NYTimes]."

He calls it a "roast" of Rahm Emanuel; Republicans were invited, but some would only "come if there was a real fire".

I AM. IN. FUCKING. LOVE.

[edit] OH GOD I AM SORRY BUT BARACK OBAMA IS SAYING THIS. AND. JUST. IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

Obama: "It's fashionable in politics these days to profess your faith ... Rahm lives by this ... he keeps the Sabbath ... he doesn't just talk about the 10 Commandments, he lives them. With some modifications. Uh. The one - "thou shalt not kill ... unless he is a target."

Obama: "In fact, he was the first to adapt Machiavelli's The Prince for dance."

THIS MAN IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.

karanguni: (BALTHIER works)
Strange Untitled Stockmarket!AU

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/Final Fantasy XII/The Stock Exchange
Rating: PG-99
Characters: Balthier/Tseng, Tseng/Rufus
Summary: Tseng's in New York, Balthier's in London, and Rufus is in the sky as the world burns around them. Hedging on futures can be such tricky things.
Functional explanation: It's all [livejournal.com profile] logistika_nyx's fault. A good chunk of this belongs to her, adapted to fit the situation and tense. You can read the original crack-ery here to see precisely which bits. Nyx: I apologise. Profusely. But probably not profusely enough.

Mostly, this is just a trader!AU: in which Tseng and Balthier make money on the gone-to-shit stock markets of our world. And Rufus waggles his eyebrows a bit. Hooray!

2425 words and oh, such a hell I am going to for this. Beware un-beta'd tense shifts!

'Are you an optimist?' Balthier would say into the receiver, when Tseng picked up. )

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And new master light is beyond
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O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
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