the word in language is half someone else's

So, hey, it's 2009! If the past few days are any kind of prediction, 2009 will be the year of partying unexpectedly with people I haven't talked to in years, boozing it up with my parents, driving lots, and clinging to my girl. And racing cows. On the whole, I think I'm okay with that.

I could probably count on one hand the stories I wrote in 2008, which...yeah. I liked them all, in the end! they're just not especially numerous. I blame the big bang. But that makes that "fic wot i wrote in [insert year here]" meme kind of problematic. Woe, sadness; whatever, I graduated and worked a lot, and I really liked what I did write, so, you know, I'll go with it.

In lieu of that, I give you mixes! One mix of "oh god i hate everything oh god oh god", and one mix of "fuck y'all, imma be fabulous". Your mileage may vary, obviously; some of these songs have weirdly specific associations for me.

another year
this winter makes things hard enough

( 18 songs, 1.2 hours, 85.6 MB ) Link is here.

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this year
try and risk and fail and try again and not give up

( 21 songs, 1.2 hours, 82.8 MB ) Link is here.

Happy 2009, dears. Hope it's a good one.

riverlight asked for the recipe, and I figured if I was going to type it up, I might as well share it! This may prove useful to some of you, someday? under a somewhat bizarre set of circumstances?

( chai rice pudding )

I usually have some hot right after it finishes, then stick the rest in the fridge and eat it for breakfast for the next few days. It is delicious! and probably doesn't actually contain that much caffeine, but I think it does, which is the important thing.



In other news, here's a song I'm rather fond of.