xans: Xans (Nude)
Okay, okay, RL post...

Got a temporary job doing stocktake at Alan's store. It's only for a month (two weeks already gone) but hey, it's a bit of extra dosh and quite handy for shelling out on necessities like firewood, and not so necessary, like Amanda Palmer's kickstarter project because it is so utterly cool and exciting how fast she raised money. And she's funny and I love following both her and Neil Gaiman on twitter because they are an adorable couple.

Also on twitter, amusing to follow Zachary Quinto & Simon Pegg and see them getting up to shenanigans in Hooters with Cumberbatch (I don't even watch the new Sherlock)... weirdest thing is reading Leonard Nimoy's posts with his voice in my head.

Anyway, back to the job thing... it means getting up at 5 a.m. two mornings in a row, which is a bitch but survivable. Although, fuck this cold. I know it's heading into winter but fuck the cold. Winter also means July also means my birthday means holy shit I'm almost twenty-fucking-SEVEN ayfkm surely I only turned 17 last year. My brother is going to be 30, which is supposed to be grown-up, right? Except it's impossible to imagine my brother being grown-up. And me being grown-up. I will never give up my legos.

I still need to organise my wedding holy hell I am terrible at this.

Summing up my thoughts in both this post and the comments: How the fuckity fuck can people not realise how awesome Natasha/Black Widow is? IF YOU DISAGREE, WE HAVE VERY DIFFERENT MEMORIES OF BUDAPEST, OKAY? Also, see title of post. I can has icons?

A couple fic recs:
By Arwen Lune -- Rock Happy A Generation Kill/SGA fusion, or; Brad Colbert in Atlantis. "You know what's really weird about the whole thing?" Brad finally said. Nate raised en eyebrow. "Apart from the whole highly classified, inter-branch, civilian and international, can't-tell-you-what-our-program-is-called-without-non-disclosure-paperwork, independent-thinker selecting, amiable Air Force and Corps officer cooperation thing?" Also, Brad Colbert mentioned in Rock Happy that he found a Shit My CO Says list on the Atlantis wiki. Rock Happy is still a WIP but what I've gathered from the notes she is close to wrapping it up, and then intends to write shorter fics featuring the Generation Kill boys in Atlantis. Normally I steer clear of WIPs because I hate the long waits, but she's been fairly regular.

By auburn -- Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves John Sheppard/Rodney McKay Summary: Vala Mal Doran and her partners, renegades Jehan abd-Ba'al and Meredith McKay, hijack the Tau'ri ship Prometheus and leave the Milky Way behind in search of the Lost City of the Ancients, Atlantis. This is a long read with plenty of action and suspense, that parallels many canon events but also takes some new twists, and also explores some things the show never touched on, like just WHY everyone manages to mostly understand each other, except some languages and the written word. For the most part, I enjoyed it immensely, although I don't know if it's personal preference/head canon, I just felt Carter got a bit of a raw deal, but then the author's main focus was on Vala, Jehan, and Meredith as the core cast of this tale. There's a couple shorter pieces set in the same 'verse that I haven't read yet.

By copperbadge/sam_storyteller -- Avengers: A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century Steve/Tony but really a gorgeous exploration of the 21st Century by Steve, with some interesting extrapolations about the other Avengers... It's amazing what you can keep in the refrigerator. By the time the team is living in Stark Mansion, the big industrial fridge in the kitchen is packed. Bruce and Natasha tried to institute the "everyone gets a shelf" rule, but Tony just eats whatever's there and Thor doesn't really understand the concept of personal property very well and Clint positively delights in eating other peoples' food, because he says it tastes better if it's stolen. And, and, there's just this reference to Xavier/Magneto that tugged my heartstrings...

By dduane -- "Mycroft's Delight" okay, it's supposed to be BBC Sherlock but I haven't seen that, so I was picturing Stephen Fry's Mycoft from the movie, bust still. Part of me just loves the fact a published author doesn't hesitate to write fanfic (esp. after that ONTD post about author's opinions on fanfic--mainly, the authors they chose to quote mostly were quite dickish about it), and the story itself is delightful to sink into, and, bonus, she included a recipe at the end.

That's all for now...
xans: Xans (HP/D&D Geekery)
Things I bought today:

-a new washing machine (the old one has to be filled with a hose)
-Invasion (it was cheap and I never got to see it all the way through on tv)
-Terry Pratchett's fourth Tiffany Aching novel "I Shall Wear Midnight"

It is my darling's opinion the second two slightly frivolous items were to compensate for spending money on something necessary and pedestrian. My justification was, been meaning to acquire them and we were out doing stuff anyway.

Things I didn't buy today, although sorely tempted:

-clear nail polish (mostly for securing the sparkles on a navel piercing of all things)
-legos (particularly the Millennium Falcon)
-Sanctuary & Farscape (Probably because I couldn't find them)

No podcast suggestions from my f-list :( I don't even know where I should begin looking for interesting ones but okay.

Have I mentioned I don't need an alarm clock? Every day for the past week or so Gratch has taken to sitting on my bedside table, meowing and purring anytime between 6 & 8 a.m. because, in her opinion, it is time I get up. And she'll come back every 10 mins or so like a snooze button, too.

Fin.

So

Sep. 25th, 2011 11:20 am
xans: Xans (Twi-Hate)
USA, to absolutely no one's surprise, lost to the Wallabies in the rugby. All Blacks quite fortunately kicked French ass last night, which goes a long way towards making up for shock upsets of the French beating New Zealand in the last few world cups.

Alan brought home a crayfish for dinner, normally they cost $100/kg, so ours would have cost around $150... we got ours for $40 worth of beer. And mmmm it was damn tasty.

Gratch appears to have broken a tooth... keeping an eye on her to see if a vet visit is absolutely necessary. Might need to for a round of antibiotics or something. Also need to get her flea and worm treatment, it being springtime and all.

I finally have my engagement ring, of which my facebook friends have seen blurry pics of. Not that I didn't like wearing the ring that had been Alan's mum and grandmother's, although it was a tad small... it's also one the boys may want to use if/when they get engaged. This ring however I got to pick out and is exclusively mine mwahahahaha. I love it though it's a sapphire with two small diamonds on each side and then a bunch of tiny ones along the band of white gold, which is twisty. I will, however, need to get it re-sized as it is a tiny bit too loose. There should be more resistance to slide it over my knuckle.

Currently we are re-watching Firefly (omg so much love), and I'm also rereading Terry Pratchett's Wee Free Men and the next two Tiffany Aching books. Also need to find out if the fourth one is in paperback yet (I prefer paperback to hardcover, don't know why).

Speaking of books, gor anyone who hasn't read it, and loves a good in depth fantasy series, look up Elizabeth Moon's Deed of Paksenarrion novels. There's the original trilogy: Sheepfarmer's Daughter, Divided Allegiance, & Oath of Gold. Two prequels known as the Legacy of Gird: Surrender None & Liar's Oath. Then there's her newest set, Oath of Fealty, Kings of the North, and an as yet unnamed and unwritten third novel.

Also Daylight Savings just kicked in today which came as a great surprise... don't remember seeing a lot of ads leading up to it (saying check your smoke alarms) and if they mentioned on the news, I missed it.

Fin.

content

Feb. 7th, 2011 07:29 pm
xans: Xans (Maleficient the Evil)
I had to return some books to the library today, a right mix... one was a Star Trek one called Federation, one was called Oath of Fealty by Elizabeth Moon, a new series based in her Deed of Paksenarrion universe, which is quite cool to see she's writing in again. The other two were Tamora Pierce, Terrier about Beka Cooper of Tortall (new heroine yay!) and Withering Stones from the Circle of Magic universe. Just found Will of the Emperess at the library today, which is the one from that 'verse I haven't read yet.

I really should see about acquiring the other books by Tamora Pierce. They're fun adventures with female protagonists who can be strong and fierce but also girls. It's good.

My headphones for my mp3 player died the other week, they had last me about two years and were really good. I was using the earbuds that came with the player originally but they hurt and the sound quality was crap. So when I was in town I checked out Dick Smith electronics and turns out they're still selling that particular model, so I got a new set.

And since I was in town, I did a bit of other shopping. Got some shorts and a t-shirt from JayJays, a pretty sundress from Millers (for an old lady shop the dress was remarkably not old-lady), some socks and dvds from The Wharehouse. I had to get Star Trek because our one we got as an ex-rental and ended up being watched so much by Joe that one scene won't play properly on our dvd player, although apparently works fine on his dvd player. I got Spy Game 'cause it's an awesome movie and was really cheap, and I got Street Kings because it was clearance and I'm curious about it.

We'll see how it turns out.

Also got ex-rentals the other night, How to Train Your Dragon, The Losers, and the new Karate Kid. Haven't watched Karate Kid yet but the other two were good.

Fin.

hosting

Jan. 17th, 2011 10:09 pm
xans: Xans (Sin With Dean Winchester)
Alan's mum came to visit us for a week. After losing Gladys, I think she knew she needed some time away from the rest home to escape the loneliness. I introduced her to Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series, because the books are sooooooooo much better than the show.

Goodkind wrote those books with a specific plot to get from point A to point B, and the show pushes that aside to explore every old fantasy trope that ever was... okay, idk if that's true, I barely lasted it to the first ads of the first ep, and 5 mins of an ep where Cara failed to be a spectacularly bad-ass mord-sith, and uh, yeah, mord-sith don't have sisters because they are taken as ONLY CHILDREN and effed up... yes I'm down to incoherent ranting with how WRONG the show is. :( I'm sure it's all very entertaining if you don't know the source material, but I do, and even if I have my rants about that, it's still a million times better than Legend of the Seeker.

Anyway, she likes the books, and is borrowing them and some others. And we got her to watch some movies she hadn't seen.

At the end of it we took her to the SPCA (like the humane society), so she could buy a cat. Another way to beat the loneliness. She picked out a rather pretty girl by the name of Clarissa, who is being renamed Missy. She's mostly white with some tortoise-shell colouring. Very calm, and very friendly. Settling in well, last I heard.

Alan had his mum's old engagement ring and got me to try it on. It fits, so I am wearing it, but I am still wanting a sapphire ring that he will buy for me. Nothing against the sentimental value of the ring I am wearing, but I am wanting something picked out especially for me. :)

Fin.
xans: Xans (Seabeck Hicks)
It's just a few days away and perhaps a few on my f-list who'd get them haven't seen these icons before and I've had a couple in my possession for some time... so anyway, I thought I'd share.

by [livejournal.com profile] willocwen

by [livejournal.com profile] most_suspicious

by [livejournal.com profile] vardaquareien

Fin.
xans: Xans (Abby & Gibbs)
...to think you are alone, and turn to find out that you're not. Last night I was half-way through an episode of CSI: NY when my flatmate sleepily stumbled into the living room to ask if anything decent was on. Kinda freaked me, because I'd been under the impression he'd gone out several hours earlier, when, in fact, he'd only gone to bed (had an early morning, what with having to attend an ANZAC parade, and he's not a morning person). Thankfully I didn't embarrass myself by screaming or something when I saw him appear out of the shadows of the hallway, but my heart did jump.

@Longcat> Could a blue screen of death constitute being defenestrated?
Edible> Thrown out of Windo-
Edible> ...
* Edible goes to cry.

That made me laugh. Yet more sheepage:



I've started out with an ocelot. Let's see if you guys change that.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Abby & Gibbs)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] _xanthia,

I ______ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You should ______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ______. If I saw you now I'd ______. I want to ______ you. I would build a ______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be ______. We could ______ under the stars. I want you to ______! The sex position I would most likely want to try out with you is ______.

(P.S. ______.)

Mmm, yesterday, after my insomnia got me up at four-something in the morning, well, I decided that just after seven would be a grand time to talk that walk listening to happy upbeat music. So, into the CD player went Eve 6, and off I went in time to miss Calum and Michaela getting up (how/why those children never sleep in is beyond my ken). I decided to alter my route a wee bit as well, for variety's sake. This is an idea that could have gone really bad really fast...

I'm walking down a street when out of the corner of my eye I see two rottweiler's trotting up to say hello. Now, I'm not the slightest bit afraid of dogs, and even though I hadn't even seen them 'til they were nearly on me, I didn't freak. It was just the way they approached me was that of excitement, like, "OOH! Someone to play with us!" rather than bounding at me barking furiously and deciding they wanted to try human. Still, two puppy-like rotties each weighing probably half as much as I do or more, who never learned not to jump on people?

They were also completely oblivious to my commands to go home, and wouldn't leave me be. They either walked deliberately in my path to slow me down to jump at me, and were under the impression I had treats in my pockets along with my cold hands. So, darlings that they were, I didn't really want them following me my entire walk, and I couldn't just leave two rotties wandering around, y'know?

So I walked towards the houses in the direction they'd come from, hoping at least one of the neighbors would know who the dogs belong to. Fortunately, I picked a house where the young couple and their kids were already awake and up, so I didn't disturb them on that count. I still apologised as I asked if they knew who might own them, and also, if they didn't, call someone to pick the dogs up. The guy stayed outside with me and the dogs to keep them wandering far or scaring his kids while his wife called the pound--but seven something on a Sunday morning? Pound was closed. So a few more calls later, and eventually the dogs were picked up by the MPs (military police. Oh the joys of living in a military camp. It's not that bad at all, actually...). I hope they found the owners and stuff, 'cause the dogs were nice, if, y'know, playful and adoring.

A few links, thanks to my f-list and my explorations:

YouTube video: Duckling feeding Koi

Not Fanfic: A Tale of Two Hearts -A sequel, of sorts, by Peter S. Beagle, of The Last Unicorn. Does anyone but me remember the movie? Read the book?

It's possible I got a wee bit carried away, and it's Atlantis-centric fic, although, yes, some from other fandoms. And crossovers. And AUs. All sorts. It's also very random, as I followed my thoughts and memories rather than any sort of order. Err... yeah. So.

Spare you these fanfic links (SG-1, SGA, SPN, some more acronyms and some crossovers) )

Fin.

Bite me.

Apr. 15th, 2007 12:36 am
xans: Xans (Flirt)
Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all--
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Well, I was feeling fairly down. I kinda got dumped earlier this week. Even though it was not anything I did (or didn't do), I still felt like a failure and while, in my head I know I'm still all sorts of pretty, I feel like I'm undesireable. Just because I was rejected by one guy... *shakes head* And I mentally kick myself every time I find I'm hyperaware of his presense, and what he's wearing, and what he smells like. *sighs* It's pathetic. We were maybe a month of some hanging out and sexxin', and it wasn't anything serious. Still, getting ditched sucks.

Anyway, was feeling down. I have Matt to thank for my lighter mood. He kinda distracted me by having us play Vampire: The Masquerade again, working and an old, old story arc involving my character Titia and his character Aaron. They were both spawned by the same vampire (now deceased) and there was a lovely situation he threw them into. Anyway, it was quite a delight to reread the old transcripts of our game, better to recall details to continue onwards. And thus, we had another fine session furthering their story. *grins* (V^^^V) <----I still remember [livejournal.com profile] thisimpleman teaching me that as he seduced me into the world of vampires. Yes, Judah, I blame you for getting me onto my vampire fixation. I got yelled at--well, capslocked at--for not remembering Anne Rice's name, the first time I read Interview With the Vampire. *snerk*

And that's all for now.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Inner Squint)
A few things, in no particular order:

1.) The menstrual cycle is a curse: you curse it if it comes, and your curse it if it doesn't. Currently cursing it for coming, although I'm also grateful that everything is in working order, and I haven't gone and got myself knocked up. That would lead to all sorts of unpleasant business we don't need.

2.) He says I have a sexy tummy. It makes me laugh. But then I love it when he runs his hands across my belly and along my lower back. Tickling--or trying to--is so not on, however.

3.) I possibly drink too much coffee.

4.) I ate a tuna sandwich yesterday, and it didn't kill me. I still don't really like tuna, though. I'd say it's on the same level of distaste as mushrooms, but not as much as beetroot or eggplant/aubergine. Or absolute loathing like for sheep's kindeys.

5.) Danny Messer/Carmine Giovinazzo is all sorts of pretty:
See what I mean? )

6.) I have a mini moro bar sitting next to me, and I am too full to eat it. Le shock, horror!

7.) I've been really comment happy lately, having something to say, or sometimes not having something to say, but commenting anyway, particularly because of...

8.) [livejournal.com profile] nest_of_spiders, a new comm pimped to me by [livejournal.com profile] such_heights. They post prompts daily for the month of April. "The community is open to all characters and pairings (slash, het, gen) from the First War/Marauders' Era of Harry Potter (approximately 1970-1981)." The reponse to prompts has been simply amazing, and I've felt inclined to leave comments as I've yet to be inspired to write fic myself.

9.) I'm much too prideful for the teensy little bit of help I gave [livejournal.com profile] ashinae on her Nathan/Peter fic, Nothing So Complicated. It's all sorts of wrongness, but I still love it. Hee.

10.) Have a Happy Easter everyone! (Whether you celebrate it or not. Hope your weekend is grand, anyhow.)

Fin.
xans: Xans (Not Harmless)
Meme.

1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

(Nearest book to my right) Invitations to Responsibility --Alan Jenkins
I avoid using terms such as "fondling" and "interfering" which can serve to detract from the seriousness of the abuse and the extent of the man's facing up:
It takes a lot of courage to face up to the fact that you sexually abused your stepdaughter. Most men can't face it and cop out pretending that nothing happened.

(Nearest book to my left) We of the Never-Never --Mrs ├ćneas Gunn
But the home-making instinct is strong in a woman, and the musterers went out west without the missus. The Dandy being back at the Bitter Springs superintending the carting of new posts for the stockyard there, the missus was left in the care of Johnny and Cheon.
"Now we shan't be long," said Johnny, and Cheon, believing him, expressed great admiration for Johnny, and superintended the scrubbing of the walls, while I sat and sewed, yard after yard of over sewing, as never woman sewed before.

Being in Dad's office, I've books to my left, books to my right, and books behind me, as well. I sorta had a grand choice, so I went for the first I spotted either side of me that had the prerequisite 123 pages or so. And, hell, I thought it was interesting, if rather random.

Chibi Seme
Chibi Seme
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.
You are the seme in disguise. Able to fit in and get along with uke and seme alike, you are able to get close to the uke on their level before exerting your dominance. This makes you at times manipulative and able to fool others about your true seme nature. Because of your harmless appearance, it takes the flamboyantly gay Flaming Uke to really bring out your aggressive side and expose you for the seme that you are.


No, I don't know what I'm doing.

Yet another fic-list of DOOM for Ange )

Fin.
xans: Xans (Jayne)
It is a beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous day out there. Sososososos v. nice. So why'm I here? Why am I not out basking in the sunlight, dressed as I am? (knee high socks, schoolgirl pleated skirt, purply-pink tube top, y'know, skank that I am) Well, I'm here to inform [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji that the parcel arrived Monday, I didn't find out 'til Tuesday, and didn't get to pick it up until today, Thursday. But zomg zomg. Sugar rush already. Aaaaand yeah. Love, much love. :D

Anyway, you know when you're talking about something, and your mouth just takes over and says something you didn't mean to say? And I don't mean, you suddenly offer a blunt opinion that upsets someone, but like, you mess up your words or have a case of spoonerisms. Happened the other day, Friday, I was at Grant's and somehow it came up that, slim as we both were, my wide hips were good at taking up a lot of the space. (I may not have [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji's gigantic birthing hips, but they're wide enough, that's for sure) Well, Grant went to say, "Wide hips" but it came out "Wild hips." Funny enough on its own...

It just gave me this hilarious visual of a bunch of bare hips grazing on a plain. They'd just be plodding along in their herds, 'til someone came along to rustle some up or something... then there'd be panic, and these stampeding wild hips... it was a funny visual, anywho.

Yesterday I was all geared up not to see Grant, 'cause he'd sent a text saying he was tired and planned to sleep. But then, my cellphone was on its charger so I didn't get the next text saying he couldn't sleep, he was going into town, and did I want to come over for pizza later? Instead he found me in the library, and we wandered around for a wee bit, enjoying the lovely, lovely sunshine. Then we went up and passed the time for a while, until it was time to make the pizza.

It was kind of a gourmet style pizza. Aside from the necessary tomato paste and cheese, there was onions, salami, capsicum, olives, feta cheese, anchovies (I discovered they're not all that bad, but I wouldn't wanna overdo 'em), and these things, these other things that I can't remember what they're called, but they're supposed to be good and I think I plain did not notice them. But it was a v. nice pizza that we ate while watching the news.

We actually watched a lot of tv, spent the most amount of time in the living room we ever have, watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force, the Simpsons, Scrubs, SVU, and Green Wing. All in all, good stuff.

Oh, oh, it was so funny; Grant and I stopped by where I'm staying so I could grab a couple things (some CDs for him to listen to, I meant to grab my phone off the charger and forgot, and my jacket so I wouldn't freeze when I walked home), and as I was heading back downstairs Glenn came out from the back room.

I smiled--no, I think I rather smirked--at him, so he asked, rather paranoid, "What?" and I laughed.

"What have you been up to?" he demanded.

"It's not what I've been up to," I replied, "but more what I'm about to get up to!"

He swore and I walked out under a tirade of, "Oi, no one said you could leave. Where are you going? Get back in here!"

(Don't worry, he wasn't serious, just jealous at the mere suggestion someone's getting laid when he is not)

Besides, that was more than enough revenge for the stunt he pulled yesterday morning. Back on Tuesday, I very generously cooked him dinner (what the hey, I'll play domestic goddess when I've got so much bourbon from him) and we also watched the DVD of Wes Craven's "Cursed" with Christina Ricci and Josh Jackson. While utterly predictable, it was fucking hilarious. Anyway, afer the movie I pleaded sleepiness and went to bed. I didn't have a hangover yesterday or anything--I've only had one or two ever thanks to Absolut Vodka--I just had a hard time waking up, and I was in a sort of not-ready-to-face-the-world-grunt-my-answers mood. I'd be better once I'd had my coffee and breakfast.

Well he and the Other Grant apparently got up when the birds did or some shit 'cause they were already up when I stumbled down. I was making my coffee when they walked into the kitchen. "You look like shit!" Glenn told me not unkindly. "I'm not awake yet," I responded. He walked past me, and the next thing I know, I'm flinching back 'cause I looked over in time to see him banging to pots right next to my head.

"Fuck!" was all I could say while they laughed at me. Bastards.

Oh, rather amusing email from my cousin John. He's a cop in Colorado, and I get the occasional narrative from him about some interesting event or another. he's a cool cousin.

Subject: Stroker Ace )

Fin.
xans: Xans (Emo Song)
[livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t's brother attempted to off himself yesterday by overdosing on painkillers. It's an awful shock, and I'm glad he didn't succeed. I mean, while he can be a severe pain in the ass and a right bother for Ange and her mum, he's a teenage boy. They're supposed to be awfully frustrating. I remember how much I used to despise Iain. Now he's a decent human being, and we get along great.

I also gave myself a godawful headache yesterday, getting far too passionately involved with fictional characters. And the horrible shit happening to them. *weeps* The only possible explanation that I subject myself to such emotional torment over a fantasy series is that clearly I am a masochist.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Sum up)
Several years ago--way back in intermediate, in fact (was it first or second form; I can't remember), [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t told me she read this awesome book called So You Want To Be A Wizard. However, I missed getting to read it since the librarians took it away to fix the cover (she didn't ruin it, but it was in shoddy condition and couldn't wait 'til after I read it). The next three in the series were on the shelves, and I rather ticked her off when I promptly grabbed them before she could. And so I dsicovered Diane Duane's Young Wizard series, loved it, never got the chance to read the first book, and didn't see the books in stores to add to my collection...

Until some fine day up in Poulsbo, when I was 16 or 17. I was pretty psyched when I saw them. It was like seeing an old friend after a long absense, when you never expected to see them ever again. And yet, here these books were...and there were more to the series! Books unread! A travesty. So here and there, when I could, I got around to acquiring books of the series. I don't have them all, yet, but I will. It doesn't matter to me that these are for "young adults." That just means I can read them in half a day, when I have half a day to spare.

And that, I thought, was that. Just keep my eye out for new ones in the series. If I couldn't wait for them to come out in paperback, I could at least borrow from the library to satisfy my mind, temporarily. Well... that's not where it ends. Yesterday, I was reading through the comments of [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes or [livejournal.com profile] overheardnyc, it doesn't matter which, when someone referred to [livejournal.com profile] dduane in their comments.

"No," I thought. "It can't be."

Oh yes it can. One of my favourite authors has an El Jay. Yes, I did add her to my f-list. I've managed not to behave in a fangirly manner, which I think shan't be too hard. Years of reading fanfiction has kept me from oversqueeing. Although you will find that on occasion I'll still breakdown and squee. But most times I can contain it.

Several days ago I found out via [livejournal.com profile] officialgaiman about the death of John M. Ford. I've not actually read anything he's written, err, besides the hilarious email Gneil posted in his blog along with the news. Kinda tore me up to read something so funny, and then know there's not going to be anything more. Then, today, I found the entry Diane Duane posted which kinda tore me up in a whole new way.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Hand)
Okay, so that movie is out today. Down here. But I will probably wait 'til Tuesday to see it. But it shall be awesome if I can. 'Specially after what [livejournal.com profile] diea told me. Hehehehehe.

Anyway, yesterday I was at the library in the morning, but it was just so sunny and nice that I had to talk a walk along the waterfront and stuff...but later in the afternoon, I did go back to the library and I happened to settle down on the same couch I'd been sitting on in the morning, although with a different book. Well, this guy approaches me and felt the need to come up and say 'hi, couldn't help but notice you're in the same spot now that I saw you in four hours ago have you been here this whole time?' and it was just kinda weird, but funny, and he wasn't creepy.

I got kind of distracted at one point, 'cause I happened to look over and see, of all people, this girl from Palmy that used to make me think of [livejournal.com profile] mikazuki. I mean, they don't even look alike, and the girl I'm pretty sure is English, but for some reason last year she used to give me Cori-vibes. Ehhh. I was surprised to see her, but couldn't say anything 'cause this other guy Grant was talking to me.

Also, when I was out on my walk along the waterfront, I got a bit of a fright when I felt the shockwave and then heard the bang of a cannon. Well, up on this bluff they were doing 21 guns for the signing of the Governer-General or somesuch. Didn't know it was going to happen but was kinda cool to see and really fun to feel the shock of each shot.

Glenn, the guy who looks after the place I'm staying at, said to me that if I washed this huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen, he and Grant (not the same Grant from the library) would make me a chocolate cake. He was saying it kind of in jest, but I said, "All right, you're on," and washed all those dishes. But it turns out, the cake is not made, but still in it's box. He gives me the box of cake mix and three eggs.

...okay, slight problem where there's no cake tin and I also need a measuring cup... so off to the supermarket I go with intent to buy a disposable cake tin, but they didn't have on and a non-stick thing was only $5. I also got some chocolate chips and some chilli powder, for added fun. If you've never tried it, do, because chocolate and chilli actually make a delicious combination.

So I mix up the cake and everything. It's Betty Crocker Devil's Food and on the box it says there's ready made frosting, right? But... there was no frosting. Fuckers. I'm going to call them about it, too, 'cause it's all over the box that there should be. I ended up melting some more chocolate chips and spreading that on top of the cake instead, but damnit, there should have been frosting.

Well, since Glenn and Grant did not, in fact, make me the chocolate cake, I have every intention of teasing Glenn about it... like, sit there eating some and say, "MMmm, this cake's delicious, Glenn. Oh, you want some? But you didn't make it! Oh no, that'll be a bourbon and coke for each slice, thanks." :P I'll make him pay, anyway, 'cause I know he wants some.

Hee.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Snap)
Choose twelve characters from your fandoms, then answer the questions under the link. Do not look at the questions beforehand.

01. George Cooper (Song of the Lioness quartet, etc.)
02. Karigan G'ladheon (Green Rider)
03. Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles)
04. Bruce Wayne (Batman)
05. Verna (Sword of Truth)
06. Mat Cauthon (Wheel of Time)
07. Severus Snape (Harry Potter)
08. Louis de Ponte du Lac (Vampire Chronicles)
09. Daniel Jackson (Stargate)
10. Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)
11. Inigo Montoya (Princess Bride)
12. Gregory House (House)

Here we go! )

Have cold. Not dead, but damned inconvenient I tell ya.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Panic)
Dad's getting married August 12. Yarr. I'll be in Hamilton for about four days around then. And I have to wait 'til then to get my birthday presents from him, same as I gotta wait for mine from [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t. I just hope I won't be given a late birthday party plus ceremonial 21st Speeches that make me wanna roll my eyes and possibly hit someone. No speeches for my birthday, bitches.

Just four more days 'til that!

Also, I took this quiz:
You Should Date A Swede!

You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one.
It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained falling
Your Swede will give you the unwavering love you crave
While making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!


Am amused, and my first thought was of Sven from the Georgia Nicolson books. But somehow I doubt Rosie would be willing to hand him over, since he's a capital snogger and such. Hee.

Enjoying the nice weather while it lasts. Pretty sun. Yeah, that's all I got for now.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Porno)
Can't eat beef ... Mad Cow
Can't eat chicken ... Bird flu
Can't eat eggs ... Salmonella
Can't eat pork ... trichinosis
Can't eat fish ... Mercury and other heavy metals
Can't eat fruits and veggies ... insecticides and herbicides

Hmmmmmmmmm!
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I believe that leaves Chocolate!

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Oh that was a cute fwd to show up in my inbox.
So I was in the library last night, just reading a book before I visited the group at Rowena's. And I was enjoying the book, but at the same time I kept thinking, "I should go, I should go, I'm gonna be there really late if I wait 'til I finish this book." Finally, I put the book down and head to Rowena's.
And I'm walking along Courtney Place, which has quite the crowd. Even for a Tuesday night that place doesn't lack for people out on the town. So, I'm walking, wondering who'll be at Rowena's, or if it will be dead, and I noticed there was someone walking some ways ahead of me, and all I can see is the back of his head. It could have been a her, with the hair being shoulder length, but it made me think of Darren. But it couldn't possibly be Darren. Darren left with Party Mike weeks ago. He's miles away.
...isn't he?
I couldn't figure out who he was walking with. But that head of hair looked like Darren's. And he had glasses. I figured, at least, I could have a glance when I caught up. Well, just as I caught up, they happened to stop. I recognised his companion; it was Julian a.k.a. Trout (as opposed to French Julien). And it really was Darren.
Nobody told me he was back!!!!!
Okay, he just got back Monday, but still. It was really cool to run into him there, because otherwise I wouldn't have seen him before the weekend. He wasn't even going to be around for the weekend, except everyone's remembered the huge fuss Aston's made over St. George's Day. Gotta be around for that. AND it's Milan's last weekend--he and Aston leave on Monday. (Aston gets back from the South Islan on Thursday) And I guess Darren will leave after the weekend as well.
Anyway, chatted with Darren and Julian for a bit, then went to the hostel. Talked to Brian, and Conor when she showed up. Then Conor left to hang out with Paul at his work. I got distracted watching House, but then I joined the lads in the dining room until 11 something.
And what do you know, I was heading back to the train station, along Courtney Place, and I ran into Darren and Julian again. So we chatted some more. Tried to figure out who was stalking whom. They'd just watched Keeping Mum. I might have gone to see it with them except it's the old, "I can't afford the movies if I want booze for the weekend" type deal. And I do want to drink this weekend.
I lost my watch somewhere during the night.
There was a Rolling Stones concert last night... could hear it halfway across town practically. By the time I left Darren and Julian, the concert had ended. I found myself walking against the crowd as I headed to the train station. It was full of people. Kind of funny given the time of night, and it was busier than rush hour (I felt really sorry for the ladies in line to the toilets... it was a very long line).
I haven't eaten all my Easter chocolate yet. Tempting, but I haven't. A good reason to come into town, even though I'm on "study" break... to keep from eating all the chocolate. That, and I finally got to read "...And then he ate my boy entrancers." Which is the sixth Georgia Nicolson book, and the only one I don't currently own.
Yay.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bitchcakes)
The Invisible Library

Which is so totally cool.

Also, because I keep forgetting: When I was at [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t's before, and we were watching vids... caught an old taped episode of Star Trek Voyager. "Infinite Regress" I think the name was. Anywho, there was totally a Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres femmeslash moment. And a little bit of Seven/Tuvok, but mostly Seven/B'Elanna. Left me and Ange very amused.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
3. Open the book to page 123.
4. Find the fifth sentence.
5. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

The trees at the four corners of the cottage are oak which protect both the cottage and its inhabitants from the evil ash tree which frightens people to death. --Alberto Manguel and gianni Guadalupi, The Dictionary of Imaginary Places.

It's from the entry about Fairyland.

Fin.

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