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Jan. 6th, 2005 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicDreamt that I was in a tv series, except to us it was real, and we were a group of university students who would solve a case, some sort of a case, every week, with a little help from a mysterious literature professor. And I noticed how the professor was actually pretty hot, and wondered why there was no romantic subplot involving him, and then I woke up and noticed how his part had been played by my high school physics teacher. Would like brain erased now, please.
Also a dreadful fandom dream with travel and dialects.
It seems to me that it's impossible to say "paid account" on lj without it coming across as fishing, but I think I'll give it a shot, anyway: there was that suggestion, the other day, that paying for lj time is mainly a form of commitment, and this doesn't really have anything to do with that.
And the thing is, I've had an lj for, what, 30ish months now? And exactly ten of those months have been paid time, and only two of them paid by myself. And it's not that I absolutely couldn't afford a paid account if I really wanted one - or even that I'd be too stingy to pay for it, if I really wanted one - or maybe it is that, just a little, and also that part of me that still goes "my credit card number? you're just going to rob me clean, aren't you?", but, I'd like to refer to the two months as evidence that this is not something it's impossible for me to overcome. If I want to. The thing is, I mostly don't want to. Apart from my tumultuous on-off love affair with the polling feature, I'm not interested in any of the paid account benefits at present - I couldn't do phone posts anyway, three icons are oft more than I can handle, and friendsfriends just freaks me out every time. So mostly I look at it as sensibly not buying services I don't want to use.
- However. However. Surely I'm not the only free-accounter out there who sometimes lies awake at night, thinking about how naughty they are for freeloading on their paid-accounter friends instead of contributing? All those your-paid-account-is-expiring propaganda emails have not been wasted on me! And -
- and here my narrative tension breaks down in the middle of going nowhere, because I intended to slide nicely right into a metaphor involving bus fares and walking on the streets, but that didn't work because of taxes. Which I pay. Do I ever. They paid me for December much earlier than I'd expected them to, so I turned in my tax card thingy too late and ended up paying 60 % taxes. Sixty. Effing. %. And that's before the church tax and the unemployment thingamabob and the retirement whatchamacallit. Meaning I'll be getting tax returns again next year, but. Me & money, we're just not meeting much this winter.
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Cheating and starting the book-count with two I began reading last year:
1. Jari Tervo, Myyrä: It's not a historical novel yet if it's set in the '70s, is it? Tragicomic counter-intelligence and subversion; I preferred the progress to the denouement. Tervo and Hotakainen are still largely interchangeable in my head. And I wonder whether this one is up for translation - it's the type of a novel that just might be, and yet, how do you even begin to translate the concept ofKekkonen the President?
2. Anja Kauranen, Syysprinssi: I never can figure out what to say about writers who go and change their last name smack in the middle of their careers, making themselves impossible to alphabetize in any logical manner.
Speaking of Hotakainen, I remain conflicted about being interested in him. Because, oh, he's the only thing separating Justin and Lance right now.
Also a dreadful fandom dream with travel and dialects.
It seems to me that it's impossible to say "paid account" on lj without it coming across as fishing, but I think I'll give it a shot, anyway: there was that suggestion, the other day, that paying for lj time is mainly a form of commitment, and this doesn't really have anything to do with that.
And the thing is, I've had an lj for, what, 30ish months now? And exactly ten of those months have been paid time, and only two of them paid by myself. And it's not that I absolutely couldn't afford a paid account if I really wanted one - or even that I'd be too stingy to pay for it, if I really wanted one - or maybe it is that, just a little, and also that part of me that still goes "my credit card number? you're just going to rob me clean, aren't you?", but, I'd like to refer to the two months as evidence that this is not something it's impossible for me to overcome. If I want to. The thing is, I mostly don't want to. Apart from my tumultuous on-off love affair with the polling feature, I'm not interested in any of the paid account benefits at present - I couldn't do phone posts anyway, three icons are oft more than I can handle, and friendsfriends just freaks me out every time. So mostly I look at it as sensibly not buying services I don't want to use.
- However. However. Surely I'm not the only free-accounter out there who sometimes lies awake at night, thinking about how naughty they are for freeloading on their paid-accounter friends instead of contributing? All those your-paid-account-is-expiring propaganda emails have not been wasted on me! And -
- and here my narrative tension breaks down in the middle of going nowhere, because I intended to slide nicely right into a metaphor involving bus fares and walking on the streets, but that didn't work because of taxes. Which I pay. Do I ever. They paid me for December much earlier than I'd expected them to, so I turned in my tax card thingy too late and ended up paying 60 % taxes. Sixty. Effing. %. And that's before the church tax and the unemployment thingamabob and the retirement whatchamacallit. Meaning I'll be getting tax returns again next year, but. Me & money, we're just not meeting much this winter.
-
Cheating and starting the book-count with two I began reading last year:
1. Jari Tervo, Myyrä: It's not a historical novel yet if it's set in the '70s, is it? Tragicomic counter-intelligence and subversion; I preferred the progress to the denouement. Tervo and Hotakainen are still largely interchangeable in my head. And I wonder whether this one is up for translation - it's the type of a novel that just might be, and yet, how do you even begin to translate the concept of
2. Anja Kauranen, Syysprinssi: I never can figure out what to say about writers who go and change their last name smack in the middle of their careers, making themselves impossible to alphabetize in any logical manner.
Speaking of Hotakainen, I remain conflicted about being interested in him. Because, oh, he's the only thing separating Justin and Lance right now.
