Feb. 1st, 2009

karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
My god, I haven't written in so long. *___*

Signal to Noise

Fandom: FFXII/FFVII (Stockmarket AU)
Characters: Tseng/Rufus
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Rufus, in Chicago.

1176 words and, uh, phonesex. Kinda. Sorta. Almost.

( Something in the air changes, as though Tseng can tell. )
karanguni: (rahm EMANUEL)
I am a procrastinator: I apologise to the people whom I've owed gigantic amounts of stuff for forever. In the next two weeks, going out and getting finished will be:

[] first draft: outline for manuscript for work
[x] re-edit: website for work
[] 6 fic journals for the [livejournal.com profile] livelongnmarry people, with additional stuff in the envelopes because holy crap, I am so behind
[] journal layout for [livejournal.com profile] white_jenna
[] left hand of darkness fic for [livejournal.com profile] misura, another LLNM throwback
[] prettification for Midsummer Mania
[x] mail to [livejournal.com profile] mjules
[] and friend of mjules
[] [livejournal.com profile] nasdack, as much as I can spare

For myself:

[] dumping community for reading through the Bible, bits and pieces of the classics, etc
[] answer all pending mail to both [livejournal.com profile] shifgrethors.

For some reason, working off-schedule's made me procrastinate so much it's crazy. D: TIME FOR THIS TO CHANGE.

Also, if you're in North America or the European continent, it is your turn for random mail. *BEAMS* Since I'm sending [livejournal.com profile] mjules stuff, if anyone wants anything, JUST TELL ME. I have oodles of cards, if you like cards. I love cards. I love sending cards. /random

Alsoalsowik, calling [livejournal.com profile] knightlineninja! I NEED YOUR ADDRESS. HAVE SAMURAI CHAMPLOO STUFF YOU MAY LIKE.

Done with my run, now for a shower, and getting back back back into action.
karanguni: (ROY kills)
My laptop is making me so angry I want to beat it up and kill it and buy a new one even though this one's barely a year old. Not a year old yet. If anyone's on AIM or MSN, TALK TO ME. KEEP ME SANE. KEEP MY LAPTOP ALIVE. sjlkfasjlf

[edit] THE EVIL VIRUS OF THE WEST IS DEAD. I now love and snuggle my AVG.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax