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loobeeSorry about the moan in my last post and thank you to the sweethearts who talked to me about it. Just been letting too much get on top of me lately what with my mate who likes to rip my art apart and the fact I applied for 3 jobs this week to be turned down within a day of one another is just frustrating. I'm so sick of getting rejection letters despite the Job center, on looking at my CV and covering letters, asking me why no one has taken me on because they're good (not that good apparently D:) So to say I’ve been in a bit of a mood is an understatement but I’m trying to not let that get to me and just have fun in life.
Also like to ask if anyone has a Kindle or an other make of ebook reader, as I’m thinking of getting one for my birthday next month and would like to know if they’re any good? I read a hell of a lot of books and would also like somewhere to store my huge fanfic collection so I can read them on the go, so any ebook reader suggestions would be so much love.
Couple of Inception recs:
Fanart: Pulp Absolutely gorgeous art (actually so inspiring that I’m wanting to draw right now and try to inspire to be that good) and hit’s all my old crime movie love in one amazing drawing.
Fanfiction: j'veux ton amour, et je m'en fous d'après Her Eames is just so adorable and it’s so visual and descriptive I can believe I’ve been to the places she describes. (I’m also so drawing that last scene tomorrow when I get back from town)
And Merlin has started and I forgot, I suck at remembering, old age is catching upwith me to be sure XD
Also like to ask if anyone has a Kindle or an other make of ebook reader, as I’m thinking of getting one for my birthday next month and would like to know if they’re any good? I read a hell of a lot of books and would also like somewhere to store my huge fanfic collection so I can read them on the go, so any ebook reader suggestions would be so much love.
Couple of Inception recs:
Fanart: Pulp Absolutely gorgeous art (actually so inspiring that I’m wanting to draw right now and try to inspire to be that good) and hit’s all my old crime movie love in one amazing drawing.
Fanfiction: j'veux ton amour, et je m'en fous d'après Her Eames is just so adorable and it’s so visual and descriptive I can believe I’ve been to the places she describes. (I’m also so drawing that last scene tomorrow when I get back from town)
And Merlin has started and I forgot, I suck at remembering, old age is catching upwith me to be sure XD
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on 2010-09-19 06:12 pm (UTC)I have a tiny little favor to ask ... ^^*
Feel free to say no though, it's really nothing important. =)
Somebody asked me to show her a part of my bigbang-fic as a teaser and I'd love to - but you know, english is not my first language and it's not beta-read yet.
Would you mind to just take a quick look at an excerpt and maybe erase the worst grammar or spelling-mistakes? ^^*
*hugs*
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on 2010-09-20 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2010-09-20 06:32 pm (UTC)I post it right here, if that's all right with you?
I hope it's not too much work and don't feel pressured or anything. ^^* I just don't want to sound stupid or something.
“We need to talk,” Arthur says the second the door closes behind them and Eames doesn’t quite like the sound of that. Nothing good ever came from these words.
“Do we now?”
He surveys the room with the practiced ease of someone who needed to be prepared to flee the fastest way possible often enough. It always pays to know all the obstacles, the possible escape routes, threats and benefits of his surroundings after a single glance.
It’s a particular bleak and characterless office. The only interior is the dark grey carpet, a black desk, three chairs and a huge window front. Judging from the view they’re probably very high upstairs, seventh or eighth floor, he guesses. Two doors. The one he came from and another one at the opposing wall behind the desk.
“You’ve got yourself some shiny new business partners, I see,” Eames remarks casually. “I mean, the FBI? Now, that’s classy.”
Arthur leans at the desk, arms folded tightly across his chest and accepts the barely hidden accusation without a word of protest.
Now he has time to let his gaze linger, Eames notices all the small out of place-details that made him worry in the first place. Like the way Arthur’s fingers are shaking ever so slightly and how his posture is a little bit too rigid and tense even for a stick in the mud like Arthur.
“There’s a job. We need a forger,” Arthur starts all of the sudden, voice strained and strangely monotone as if he’s reciting a poem. “It’s just me and Ariadne right now. Ari is already working on the levels.”
“Who’s the extractor?” Eames asks despite himself and thinks: So ‘Ari’ is it now? The thought is all kinds of unfair and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
“I’m the extractor.”
Eames raises an eyebrow. “Who’s your point man then?”
“We’ll be fine.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He watches the muscles jump in Arthur’s jaw line when he clenches and unclenches his teeth. “I can manage both positions just fine and you know it.”
Bruising Arthur’s ego or second-guessing his abilities is not the way to go.
At the same time Eames knows it’s not only stupid, but incredibly dangerous to under without a point man. Especially without a point man fully focused on keeping everyone alive. And you can’t be fully focused when you have to do the extraction at the same time.
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
Arthur laughs. It’s a harsh and not the least bit happy sound. “There’s no ‘just giving you a call’! It’s damn near impossible to reach you without flying around the half world.”
He’s right and Eames knows it. Even at the best times he’s not an easy person to get hold of. But really, it’s Arthur and he’s the expert when it comes to research and the like and he always, always knew where to find Eames with a few clicks here and some calls there when he needed to.
“You always managed to find me before,” he says quietly and it comes out more softly than intended. “What changed?”
Arthur’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and for seconds he looks as if he’s about to answer something completely different. Maybe the question Eames didn’t even asked.
“I had no time,” is the curt reply, which explains nothing at all and everything at once.
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on 2010-09-20 06:33 pm (UTC)He feels his expression soften involuntary.
“No merry chases then,” he says more lightly than he feels.
Arthur gives him the ghost of a smile. “Not this time, no.”
For seconds neither of them speaks. No smart banter, no sarcasm for once. Arthur lowers his eyes and turns his head and Eames silently gazes at the elegant lines of his profile.
There are so many things he wants to ask. And there are so damn many things that are wrong with this whole scenario it makes his skin tingle with uneasy anticipation.
He doesn’t work like that. Not with the FBI of all people. And not without knowing what’s going on. And definitely not when everything here screams ‘disaster waiting to happen’ to him.
At the same time, Arthur … Arthur who always tries to do everything on his own and who never asks for a damn thing … has actually asked him for help. Not with as many words obviously, but that’s what it is.
The sheer sense of responsibility that comes along with this thought feels almost suffocating.
“All right then”, he hears himself say, which might or might not the single most stupid thing he’s ever done. “I’m in.”
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on 2010-09-20 07:36 pm (UTC)'No merry chase then' should have a ? after it.
And honestly I can't see anything else that stands out in these paragraphs, it sounds fine to me XD
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on 2010-09-20 07:45 pm (UTC)You're better than candy! *hugs*
(I feel so embarrassed about my english sometimes like you wouldn't believe... ^^*)
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on 2010-09-20 07:54 pm (UTC)(Oh don't be, like I said you have awesome English and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Now mine on the other hand... good lord run for the hills lol)
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on 2010-09-20 08:00 pm (UTC)I think I've also found a nice way to torture Eames and Arthur a little bit ... ;D
Sleep well, sweetheart!
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on 2010-09-20 08:40 pm (UTC)Hee sneaky subtle nice torture is the best ;) i need to think what situation I can draw them in next *ponder*
You too hun <3
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on 2010-09-20 07:29 pm (UTC)“We need to talk,” Arthur says the second the door closes behind them and Eames doesn’t quite like the sound of that. Nothing good ever came from these words.
“Do we now?”
He surveys the room with the practiced ease of someone who needed to be prepared to flee the fastest way possible often enough. It always pays to know all the obstacles, the possible escape routes, threats and benefits of his surroundings after a single glance.
It’s a particular bleak and characterless office. (I think ‘particularly’ would sound a little better than ‘particular’ kind of rolls of the tongue much better.)The only interior is the dark grey carpet, a black desk, three chairs and a huge window front. Judging from the view they’re probably very high upstairs, seventh or eighth floor, he guesses. Two doors. (maybe could be ‘there’s’ two doors.)The one he came from and another one at the opposing wall behind the desk.
“You’ve got yourself some shiny new business partners, I see,” Eames remarks casually. “I mean, the FBI? Now, that’s classy.”
Arthur leans at the desk, arms folded tightly across his chest and accepts the barely hidden accusation without a word of protest.
Now he has time to let his gaze linger, Eames notices all the small out of place-details that made him worry in the first place. Like the way Arthur’s fingers are shaking ever so slightly and how his posture is a little bit too rigid and tense even for a stick in the mud like Arthur.
“There’s a job. We need a forger,” Arthur starts all of the sudden, voice strained and strangely monotone as if he’s reciting a poem. “It’s just me and Ariadne right now. Ari is already working on the levels.”
“Who’s the extractor?” Eames asks despite himself and thinks: So ‘Ari’ is it now? The thought is all kinds of unfair and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
“I’m the extractor.”
Eames raises an eyebrow. “Who’s your point man then?”
“We’ll be fine.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He watches the muscles jump in Arthur’s jaw line when he clenches and unclenches his teeth. I can manage both positions just fine and you know it.”
Bruising Arthur’s ego or second-guessing his abilities is not the way to go.
At the same time Eames knows it’s not only stupid, but incredibly dangerous to under (I think that should be ‘‘go’ under’ XD) without a point man. Especially without a point man fully focused on keeping everyone alive. And you can’t be fully focused when you have to do the extraction at the same time.
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
Arthur laughs. It’s a harsh and not the least bit happy sound. “There’s no ‘just giving you a call’! It’s damn near impossible to reach you without flying around the half world.” (’without flying half way round the world.’)
He’s right and Eames knows it. Even at the best (of)times he’s not an easy person to get hold of. But really, it’s Arthur and he’s the expert when it comes to research and the like and he always, always knew where to find Eames with a few clicks here and some calls there when he needed to.
“You always managed to find me before,” he says quietly and it comes out more softly than intended. “What changed?”
Arthur’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and for seconds (could be either ‘for a few seconds’ or ‘a second’) he looks as if he’s about to answer something completely different. Maybe the question Eames didn’t even asked.(ask)
“I had no time,” is the curt reply, which explains nothing at all and everything at once.
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on 2010-09-19 08:24 pm (UTC)The one thing I will say is that a bunch of new books haven't come out as ebooks yet. The average price for a book on Kindle is $9.99 USD. For the kindle, anyway, you can also import books (and .pdf files and stuff) that you download from the internet. Project Gutenberg is a good place online to find a bunch of completely free ebooks.
I <3 my kindle!
You know what I also love? You and your art! :D :D
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on 2010-09-20 11:02 am (UTC)I've noticed that and the fact the UK library is sorely lacking too, but i'm glad to know it's okay with the ones you can DL online as I have a ton I erm...torrent-ed *cough* Do you know if it's okay to convert fanfics to pop on too? I'm kind of killing my printer by reading too many lately XD
Thank you so much for all the info *hugs*
Aww Whitney I love ya too hun <3
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on 2010-09-22 06:14 am (UTC)Personal Documents
Kindle's Personal Document Service (via Whispernet) allows you to e-mail the following approved file types to your Kindle's e-mail address:
* Microsoft Word (.DOC)
* Structured HTML (.HTML, .HTM)
* RTF (.RTF)
* JPEG (.JPEG, .JPG)
* GIF (.GIF)
* PNG (.PNG)
* BMP (.BMP)
* PDF (.PDF): Look below for details.
* Microsoft Word (.DOCX) is supported in our experimental category.
The above file types can also be combined in a compressed ZIP (.ZIP) file. ZIP files are automatically opened up by the conversion service, converted to the Kindle format, and sent to your Kindle or computer as specified.
The experimental category represents the features we are working on to enhance the Kindle experience even further. You can e-mail your PDF or DOCX files wirelessly to your Kindle. Keep in mind that some complex PDF and DOCX files might not format correctly on your Kindle.
So yes, if you make the fanfics into .doc documents, then you can do it!
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on 2010-09-22 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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