Journal of Mistress Kat

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I'm not holding my breath but thought I'd ask anyway... I've finished my serialkillerbb fic which is just above 9k in length. Would some kind soul be willing to do a beta read (grammar check only really but other comments welcome too) for me? The posting doesn't start until1st of September so there is no great hurry with it. Here is the key info re warnings etc:

Fandom: RPS, Telephone AU
Pairing: Beyoncé(HoneyB)/Lady Gaga
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Serial killers, violence (including sexual), child abuse (including sexual) and neglect, prostitution, all around fucked-upness
Summary: How do little girls turn into serial killers? Well, it has something do with rats. And men. And society that leaves little girls to them. It’s not all bad though. Eventually, sitting in a diner and looking scratched and golden like she’s fresh out of a fight with King Midas, Gaga finds a woman whose scars match hers. And that isn’t even the start of the real story, none of this is. – A pre-canon fic, or a long prologue to the music vid itself, and my consequent ‘show me your teeth’ series.

I know this is a rare fandom and a dark fic to the boot so interest will always be minimal. Nevertheless, I'm quite proud of the fic and would like to ensure it goes out without any pesky mistakes. Any help appreciated!

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kat_lair, dreamersdare and pushkin666 are plotting a fannish weekend in Broadstairs in September.



Broadstairs is in the Garden of England (Kent), and is situated on the South-East coast. Think quaint English sea side town, with excellent fish and chips, ice cream, local beer and cider and fannish fun.

The plan is for it to start Friday afternoon and go through to Sunday lunchtime. Programme is a WIP, but will be quite easy going, including hang outs, fannish things, vids, going out for a meal, sand, sea and ice cream.

Depending on numbers we might look into booking a function room, or equivalant rather than cramming into Kat's living room/garden, which would mean a small fee to cover costs.

Before we go completely overboard with the planning (la la), we would like to know if you would be interested in joining us for Broadstairs Bacchanalia 2014.

Please comment below if you think you could join us and with the weekend(s) that you prefer.

5th - 7th
12th - 14th
19th - 21st
26th - 28th


Feel free to pimp, or pass on details of this.

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As usual, lewis_challenge is excited to use the approaching Valentine’s Day as an excuse to celebrate the loveliness of Lewis fandom. Thus, we are thrilled to present...

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Had an awesome day yesterday, morning spent mooching around Covent Garden with pushkin666 (managed to find some Christmas presents too) and afternoon spent hanging out with trialia who was in town for the Doctor Who Con.

Then! Ha! Guess who managed to score a ticket to see the 50th Anniversary Episode at the cinema for less than retail price? Yep, I did! \o/ By virtue of being in the right place at the right time, we randomly got offered a spare ticket by a lovely gentleman who' brother-in-law couldn't make it after all due to being unwell but who was happy to sell it another fan. So yay, I got to watch on the big screen in 3D with tons of other excited fan many of who had dressed up (best were the two ladies in protective suits who wheeled in Cassandra, as a face painted on a sheet, they got a round of applause).

Also at the start;
Screen reminder: Please turn off your mobile phones
trialia: If you don't, someone will kill you
Random person in the audience: Probably Doctor Who
Rest of the audience: *applauds*

( Anyway, the episode, it gave me feelings )

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Hah! Finally have finished the first lot of the request icons. I may have gone a little overboard with this lot but it's all pushkin666's fault because she wanted icons of some really lovely FOB photos and well, so much pretty...

Anyway, teasers!


All of the icons here are open for grabbing (with credit pls), pushkin666 is generous like that.

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( Rest of the icons under here )


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The days before a holiday I find it increasingly difficult to actually motivate myself to do some work. All I've done today and yesterday is wield various emails regarding this conference handbook I'm organising, and copy-paste text around in an effort to put together the skeleton of my next teaching portfolio assignment. Word-count wise I think I'm actually almost 50% there, although it doesn't translate to actual effort still needed for it. But I just can't muster the energy to care. Here are the mental justifications for what is essentially laziness:
1. I am actually more than half done with this teaching portfolio now (nevermind that I still haven't got any formative feedback on it and if that turns out to be not so positive I may very well have to redo stuff)
2. The deadline for this is not until end of October (nevermind that I have conference paper, resit grading, and at least ten lectures to pull out of my ass by then as well)
3. Just because I've got two weeks off and mum is here, doesn't mean I can't do some work. She's got books and crafts with her and doesn't need entertaining 24/7 (nevermind that I was hoping to use such spare time to write my challenge fics and make some icons)
4. All in all I have 10 unused holiday days and no time to take them so surely doing barely half days for a couple of weeks is justified

*handwaves*

Anyway, today and yesterday I've also had some builders around to sort out my bathroom roof and other small things that needed fixing. Which has been another convenient excuse for not getting much work done.  But, at least house things are now fixed.

Tomorrow I have a tutorial with my challenging dissertation student (will she ever finish it? WILL SHE EVER LEAVE? I just don't know) followed by attempt to further my teaching portfolio assignment some more. pushkin666 is coming for the weekend and may be roped into cleaning the house with me. On Sunday afternoon I'm going to head over to Gatwick airport, stay overnight at the Premier Inn there and pick up mum bright and early Monday morning.

Ugh, right now I think I'm going to go and organise some paperwork in the office and call British Gas about fitting smart meters. That should assuage my guilt of not working a little. But first, a meme I snagged from beedekka a while back.

( Meeeeemeeeeee )


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I had moth2fic and Mr Moth for a 12h visit as they stopped over here for the night on their trek toward Portugal. It was supposed to be a slightly longer visit but thanks to Mr Moth faffing over god knows what they didn’t get here until late last night. They have, however, promised to make up for this on another occasion. I waved them off toward Dover and ferry to Calais this morning.

Since then I have betaed approximately 589390 (it felt like) ficlets for pushkin666 (some which were extremely traumatizing) and vegged out on the sofa bed watching Kerrang. It’s sunny outside but I don’t want to leave the safety of my nest (I did put laundry on the line which surely counts as some kind of accomplishment).

Anyway, today’s post was going to be about poeting (I like to call it that. English language is crazy and I like to coax it over the edge). Which is something I’ve been trying to get back into again.

It occurs to me that I have some new flisters who may not know, but poeting, being poetish, and writing emo lyrics things with verses are things I do. Occasionally. Sometimes even often. I do all these things over at boneverse because a while back I decided that I wasn’t comfortable doing it my main LJ anymore for reasons that don’t need elaborating at this juncture.

This year had a slow start but it’s picked up and lately I’ve written stuff inspired by pushkin666’s writing prompts (We Are Learning To Make Fire, black books), spending a day admiring my squidgy self (In July, I am fascinated by my own body), and Panic at the Disco’s new single (Mr Anywhen) – incidentally, I make no apologies for the latter because sometimes Brendon just needs a metaphorical bitch slap and them’s the facts.

Anyway, all the stuff there is f-locked but if you are morbidly curious mildly interested, go ahead and friend it. Anyone I’ve currently friended on this journal will get automatically added there if they so desire.

More to the point, well, the actual point: The July Of Posting is almost over. But, because I am crazy I would like to follow that up with a Week of Poetry. This is something I’ve done before, often with the fellow poetess teithiwr, and it usually results in at least one decent poem amidst the mediocre ones.

Thusly, a challenge! *throws down the gauntlet with a dramatic flourish and a flip of hair*

Do you poet? Do you verse? Do you Sylvia Plath or John Keats or even Pete Wentz? Then join me for A Week of Poetry on 5-11 of August! Poem a day, come rain or shine or rainbows full of unicorns!

If you don’t want to try your hand at poeting yourself, pledging to a week of posting other people’s poems, e.g. some of your favourite ones, is also accepted!

I’ll even promise to combine a master list of all Week of Poetry participants’ posts at the end of it too! How good is that?

So... how about it? *eyes you all challengingly*

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Greetings and salutations! (I occasionally use that greeting at the start of a lecture and it always makes the wee 18-year-olds look slightly alarmed, it's great)

Anyway. In a combined effort to liven up LJ, both pushkin666 and I will be posting something every day in the month of July. *pauses to give you time to digest the momentous joy this no doubt elicits* For an organised schedule of ficlets, memes, pictures, writing prompts etc you should head over to pushkin666's journal. Here on my journal you will encounter the usual, only now at more frequent rate: disorganised rambling, whining, and occasional fic.

I've been enjoying a week's epic holiday with pushkin666 during which we, among other things, did tequila shots, sang power ballads, slashed historical figures, scored a free penthouse stay for a night, and oh yes, finished our first novel :D More on all of those later this week, including photos. Today was a first day back at "work", meaning I sat in the garden with a laptop, catching up with emails and faffing about with a lot of other stuff that felt necessary but probably didn't actually progress anything.

Still, I got so distracted by writing up awesome essay questions that by the time I looked up I would've had to run to make it to the train I need to catch for my belly-dancing class. So, that's a second week on a row I skipped that. I did, however, finally tested out my new Wii Fit Plus. I have some minor gripes with it, mainly that I can't change from imperial to metric on measurements, and that I can't delete the previous owners' avatars as they are password protected. Still, the exercises themselves were fun the few I tried tonight, although I'm undeniably crap at most things. Still, it was enjoyable and I am certain I'll get on it regularly.

Right, I can't actually think straight any more (the weather is making me muzzy and headachy) so it's time to eat my last pancake and sign off for tonight.

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I've seen many 'happy new year' posts on my flist and would like to wish you all the same. I would also like to ask you to help make it a little happier for some people:

One flister (user name redacted as I'm not sure she wants it linked to her real one on the donation link) is raising money for an ipad with specialist apps for her autistic 9-year-old son. Please donate here if you can.

Sad news: decor_noctis whom I've met once at Connotations and who is lovely, lost his partner just before Christmas. In addition to the personal tragedy, this has come with some serious financial costs. Please read his blogpost here and help out if you can.

Thank you.

For the first time in god knows how many years, I'm actually feeling capable of dealing with Christmas cards!

So, if you would like a Christmas/Holiday/Wintery card from yours truly (either paper or electronic) please comment below with your address (street or email, whichever is relevant) and I will be happy to send something to brighten your December.

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