xans: Xans (Porn)
Yesterday this girl came through my checkout with a t-shirt that read, "Sweet in just the right places" or something very similar. I can't tell you how swiftly my mind flew to the dirtybadwrong place and I played the "Is she hot enough to go gay for?" game for a couple of seconds there. And in my mind Alan was watching with approval, 'cause he's a dirty lusty man. :D

It will be one year with him next month and he still makes me deliriously happy.

Fin.

psyche!

Sep. 8th, 2007 09:33 pm
xans: Xans (Default)
Yeah, not really an update beyond, well, in the last week I've drank too much booze, and worked a lot, and done some shopping. Rarr.

In other news, a meme, now with picspam!

(1) List 10 celebrities you would have sex with without even asking questions [and or hold close and feed and build shrines for and pet and do their hair...uh].
(2) Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust [and adulation] for them - 10-1, 1 is the hottest [and most adored evar :3].
(3) Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
(4) Supply photos for said people.


Better save your f-list from the sexy, mmm? )

Yeah, I know. Oh, did I mention I saw Die Hard 4 once, and the Bourne Ultimatum twice? *nods* I did. Can I also marry Julia Stiles, please?

Fin.
xans: Xans (Naked vs. Nekkid)
Imagine if Sam Winchestor and Peter Petrelli decided to play a game of "Who's brother is cooler?"

Or see where some bright fan took it )

Or we could just enjoy that Milo is pretty... )

Or the hotness that is Sylar...
Evil Is Sexy (and he knows it) )

*g*

Fin.
xans: Xans (Galactic Peace)
Okay, so I'll admit the pairing of Beckett/Lorne hadn't really crossed my mind, until certain recent developments thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ashinae. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to find much fic involving this pairing. In fact, a couple hits over at Wraithbait (nothing special about them), and three fics by [livejournal.com profile] inkscribe, The Thing About Sunday (A Sunday fix), and it's sorta sequel Pict Nae Scot which truly delves into the Beckett/Lorne mentioned in the first fic. And then there's Word Gets Around which is all sorts of eerie darkfic inpsired by several other rather amazing fics (although I can't quite bring myself to read the Human Condition ones, because Carson/Michael scares me). Anyway, I just... can we get some more Beckett/Lorne fic out there, mmm?

Fin.
xans: Xans (Seabeck Hicks)
So I've sort of been keeping a mental list of actor's voices I would adore to hear narrating anything--even the driest text book, if only to hear their voices. It includes:

Pierce Brosnan
Liam Neeson
Tim Curry
Jeremy Irons
Alan Rickman
Vin Diesel
James Earl Jones
Morgan Freeman
Lawrence Fishbourne

And I'm nto sure who else I could adore... ideas, f-list? (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03 for discussing with me, as well. :D)

I felt really bad for my flatmate this morning. See, he's a bit of a night owl, as well has having some family drama in the middle of the night, was cursed with insomnia. I myself suffered the same, although not as bad as him... but enough to sympathise. Anyway, I contented myself with reading some fanfic before I went back to bed and managed to fall asleep. Unfortunately, I was woken around four in the morning (again) by the sound of his angry voice on the phone (again), and once I managed to gather there was swearing and an ex involved, I tuned him out and amazingly fell back asleep. Made plans to offer my sympathetic ear in the morning if he needed to rant.

Anyway, this guys kids get up at the crack of dawn all the time. I honestly don't know what's wrong with them that they never, ever sleep in. On a good weekend, they're quiet and I don't have them waking me. On a bad weekend, there's thumping (is there something about children and running everywhere in the house? Savannah was as bad when we were on Amarah baby-sitting duty...) and bickering. This is a bad weekend. Michaela, especially, is loud, but Callum is eleven and can be an ass to his sister while she's a bossy little britches. So there was much fighting this morning. I got up in hopes of, y'know, getting them to shut up and having Michaela stop knocking on her dad's door for advice on their cookie baking to let the poor man sleep.

I asked him later if he got any sleep at all, and apparently there was a couple of hours and he's okay, but, yeah, he got a bit grumpy with them when the fighting got too loud. Bloody kids. Would happily stuff them under pillows, at the moment.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bloody Stupid Icon)
A Body Thing )

So, didn't meet that guy. Thought about it, planned on it, and then decided not to when he mentioned being tired. Decided it can wait for some other time. I don't want to be with someone who's gonna fall asleep on me.

Seems my week for encounters on Myspace. Normally I don't have anything happening over there. Occasionally I get Myspace whores wanting to add me, and for a while I had a stream of sci-fi authors making a bid for my attention. In face, I just got invited to read the blog of some guy that looks like he's trying his hand at sci-fi fiction. The other message I got is someone giving me props for posting a bunch of links to YouTube vids I've enjoyed. I feel so popular. :P

Life is nothing interesting. I'm on a broke streak at the moment. Hopefully this will change soon. Otherwise, I am well, and I hope y'all are doing just fine, too. Or, y'know, if you're not fine, you know you'll be okay, in time. *hugs f-list* I care about you guys, even if I don't always say it.

Be well, or tell me who I gotta nudge/whack to make things better.

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 (Charming)
So I just had to look up screencaps for the episode "Consequences" when I caught this glimpse of Flack making this oh-so-sweet smile... and then I discovered some other expressions he made that left me giggling. 'Cause I'm a loon.

Hi, my name is Flack, and I make funny faces )

Fin.
xans: Xans (Flirt)
So, Bones last night? Someone, please tell me where to find caps of Booth as he's giving Brennan the little pig. Also, why do serial killers have to look so damn good?! Eppes=Hotness. Damn.

As for Heroes, have I mentioned just how utterly adorable I find Hiro? 'Cause he's so adorable. And also, the eye thing, when Isaac and then Peter do the precog painting stuff? V. v. cool.

I feel so moody right now. Up and down, sometimes I feel great and other times I can't seem to stop crying. I lack motivation to do anything, particularly involving food. And I know that's a bad thing, because if I don't eat I get depressed, and when I get depressed I don't eat, thus furthering the cycle of badness. Damnit.

Fin.

Merf.

Feb. 7th, 2007 11:53 pm
xans: Xans (Doll)
So, since about...Christmas? Or slightly before mebbe, anyway, [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t & [livejournal.com profile] the_chief_80 have been slowly buying up each season of Stargate SG-1. They own up to Season 6 now. And we've been watching them, and enjoying them immensely. For whatever reason, though, our watching of Season 6 seems to have passed so much more quickly than previous seasons. Not sure how/why this is. Time is relative, I guess.

Anywho, watching some of the special features included "The Lowdown" which was the Sci-Fi channel special type thing that came out just before Season 7 started up. It was quite fun to watch. Ange and I both "oooh"ed when we saw Amanda Tapping has her bellybutton pierced. That is just all kinds of hotness.

Need to find myself a couple fic links I may have lost. Shit.

Ah, well.

Meow )

Wesley Crusher: [to Riker] What should I say? How do I act? What do I do?
Commander William T. Riker: Guinan, I need your help. Could you step over here a minute?
Guinan: Sounds simple enough.
Riker: [to Wesley] Now, first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this.
[to Guinan]
Riker: You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy...
[to Wesley]
Riker: But that might not work.
Guinan: Yes! Yes, it would.
Riker: [to Guinan] You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that.
Guinan: But you were afraid.
Riker: Yes.
Guinan: Of me?
Riker: Of us. Of what we might become...
[Wesley tries to interrupt]
Riker: ...or that you might think that was a line.
Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line.
Riker: Then you think I'm not sincere.
Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock at the door.
Riker: Then you're inviting me in.
Guinan: I'm not sending you away.
Riker: That's more than I expected.
Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped?
Riker: To hope is to recognize the possibility; I had only dreams.
Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous.
Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are the stars and the universe worships the night.
Guinan: Careful. Putting me on a pedestal so high, you may not be able to reach me.
Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly. You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night.
Wesley Crusher: [interrupting] I don't think this is my style.
Guinan: Shut up, kid!
[to Riker, saucily]
Guinan: Tell me more about my eyes.

Star Trek TNG, The Dauphin

Fin.
xans: Xans (UFOs)
Okay, so, um, Saturday was my best mate [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t's birthday. Her 21st, in fact. Big shindig like thing planned. Ish.

Well, dinner at Valentines where we all dressed v. v. nice and somehow managed not to get pished or spend a hell of a lot on the bar tab. And then Damo, Ange, Anita and I were off out on the town (after Ange and I did some creative changing in the car to clothes more fit for bar crawling).

But, let me start at the beginning.

Early afternoon found me frustrated and swearing, as my attempts at ironing the wrinkles out of my dress appeared to be... nonexistant. Given that it's a dryclean only dress and I had to use the low setting on the iron, I mean, I don't know. I don't know a fucking thing about ironing, but the wrinkles were not fucking off. And then Ange texted me asking if I wanted to come over early, watch some SG-1, and still hang out while she and Damo were off at Zuki's where she was getting all sorts of pampered.

I still hadn't straightened my hair. But okay. Shoved things into a bag, and headed on over. A couple streets away from her place, I looked down and, to my shock, disovered a Samsung mp3 player that, while clearly having been run over at least once (the headphones were crushed) was still intact and working. And whoever it was that lost it has a fairly decent taste in music. Now I just gotta find myself the software, somewhere, somehow...

Watched SG-1. Ange came home in time to just about cry over Daniel dying after pulling a Spock. And then we had a minor Danielgasm at the special features tribute to him. Hee.

Dinner was fine. She got lots of cool gifts, and I was almost (but not quite) tempted to try the baby octopus they had on offer... but they were just a little too disturbing. And Ange wasn't nearly drunk enough for us to trick/dare her into trying one. No matter.

First bar we were at, decided to play some pool, doubles--Me and Anita vs. Ange and Damo, which was mostly us against Damo. Ange had only played pool once before, and, well, she's never really been known for her gaming prowess. But it's not like Anita and I kicked ass. We did win the first game, and then rather spectacularly lost the second game. And owe our final victory to Ange, although the chances of us winning that one seemed a mite better than theirs, any how.

Highlights of the game include:
Ange sinking the white ball plent of times, but the only times she sunk any other ball was the black ball to bring them, and then us, to victory.
Damo being the only one to knock the white ball off the table.
Damo aiming for either two of balls and bouncing the white over both of them straight into the middle pocket.
Not to mention a couple of shots I made that, well, it was a fluke I actually sunk a ball. But still, we had a lot of fun.

Also, while we were playing, we were... approached by a group of guys on a Stag night. They each had a list of things they had to do, and, well, we helped them out a little. Um. I helped them out most. See, the groom needed to acquire a pair of women's panties.

So I sold mine to him for $20.

And then I ended up giving up my pantyhose to one of the other guys, while Ange gave another her stockings.

This may be whiy I oughtn't go out on the town anymore. I do crazy stuff that involves a fair amount of shamelessness, and, usually, a lacking of sobriety. I go and do it stone fucking sober. Go me!

We wandered around a couple other places, but the music was rather shite and I didn't have a real hankering for getting pished. Also, I forgot to think about the fact that straightening my hair and not wearing my glasses makes me not resemble my passport photo so much. Once place I had to give my name and birthdate and have both bouncers look at me vs. my picture. Anyway, we went home about one something in the morning.

Slept late; missed Anita leaving but found $20 she dropped by the door. Um, decided to watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure 'til Ange and Damo got up. Not long afer they got up and the movie finished, we went to the Base to look into acquire Season 6 of SG-1. Well, first we had lunch at BK, where I had possibly the best burger I have had in ages. The Ultimate Double Whopper? It's... a proper size burger. With, like, all sorts of tasty ingredients. I was very satisfied.

Anyway, Wharehouse at the Base didn't have Season 6, but the Hilcrest store did, so we went over there and got it, plus a couple of movies, and some meat for dinner, then we went to Ange's mum's. She'd taken most of Ange's presents and the leftover cake home just so we didn't have to worry about them in the car while we were out on the town. Grabbed all that stuff and then went back to their place.

Yay, watched the first couple discs... had kinda forgotten how cute in a lost puppy kind of way Corin Nemec/Jonas Quinn can be. Also was amused at the return of McKay, after the poor guy got shipped off to Siberia (although he was being a right royal prick, that time). Still, I love me some SG-1.

And now I'm caught up on my f-list. Yay.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
Amanda Tapping in only a flag + Same thing, wallpaper this time + Amanda Tapping sexy lingerie-type wallpaper + Daniel Jackson "Fallen" wallpaper + Teal'c, Daniel, and Sam: Charlie's Jack's Angels? + Fantasy-esque thing

Fanfic Links )

Because there's just a handful of them, I'm not bothering with a cut for these Daniel Jackson icons. *nods*

01. 02. 03. 04.

And thus ends this rather Stargate and Daniel heavy post, mostly made for the sake of [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t than anyone else, not that you're not allowed to enjoy it, too. If that is your desire. :)

Fin.
xans: Xans (Daniel)
Yesterday driving through town Laura and I spotted this rather fancy-able guy crossing the road... he had a meat pie and that in his hand, and we didn't think of it 'till after we'd gone past him that it would have been fun to ask in a flirty kind of tone, "Can I have a bite of your pie?"

Ahh, he was studly.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Rule the world)
Seems every time I prepare a meal that's not, like, meat pies or something, I get compliments. I think possibly it's because 1) I only cook one night a week, 2) Dad and Suzy both like not having the cook for once, 3) it's their way of encouraging me to cook more often. Mebbe. As it is, I've managed not to screw up any meals yet. Even the kinda sorta more-fancy-than-my-usual meals I make.

I've also been verboten from having big lunches ever again because then I'm just not properly hungry come dinnertime. And I get full sooner. Heh. My bad.

Need to stop staying up online 'til the wee hours of the morning reading porn. Although... it was really good porn. Like, totally avoided using those horrible euphemisms and wasn't really sappy and they were perfectly in character while also being completely wasted. *laughs* Er. Yes. I enjoyed reading all that fic. But I shouldn't keep myself up so late.

See Ange on Sunday. And Tuesday. Pretty sure I'm working this weekend, but not during the week... yet.

Whee! A proper entry that is not a meme or... wait, no, I have a quiz result thingy to post, too. Hee. Nicked from [livejournal.com profile] macjinx:

Bastet



You look for balance and harmony, anxious, devoted. Often rash and impatient.

Colors: male: yellow ochre, female: grey
Compatible Signs:
Sekhmet, Horus
Dates:
Jul 14 - Jul 28, Sep 23 - Sep 27, Oct 3 - Oct 17

Role: Goddess of cats, women, and secrets
Appearance:
Cat or cat-headed woman
Sacred animals:
cat


What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign?
Designed by CyberWarlock of Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries



Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
A [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes post about Johnny Depp's undead potential and further evidence this may be so. Zomg.

Not to mention the icon that I totally agree with, morbid creature that I am:


Fin.
xans: Xans (*headdesk*)
So, just because Life has got in the way... haven't been online in several days. Came back to an inbox with more unread messages than I've had in a long time. Felt bad, 'cause a few of them really need replying to. Anyway, after half-way perusing f-list, I give you this (somewhat belated):
You went trick or treating as Snarf.
JerryFalwell gave you ARubySlipper.
Destiny gave you CursedAztecGold.
Dream gave you TheHolyGrail.
SherlockHolmes gave you AnApple.
You had a memorable time until BethMarch locked you in the attic.

What's Your Trick-or-Treat Haul?
Shiver My Timber--A Pirate RPG









One of the emails from my mum included a rather lovely halloween picture:
V. nice Eye Candy )

But there were also a couple other Eye Candy oriented pics...
That you may enjoy )

Other than that... PMSed, stressed, fucking tired, and... yeah. Kinda sucky, actually.

Fin.
xans: Xans (*heart*)
I think my ovaries just 'sploded. <3 <3 <3 <3

Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange.

Yesssss!!!!!

Fin.

Minxlettes

Sep. 29th, 2006 03:50 pm
xans: Xans (Counting)
Hanya says: I can't remember the list
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: heheheeh
Hanya says: hope you didn't include anything naughty... wait, am I still getting candy dicks?!
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: yup
Hanya says: have you tried any?
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: uh huh I got some mint ones. They were pretty good
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: you have the cinnimon ones
Hanya says: ahaha
Hanya says: that should be an interesting one to explain to Grant
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: lol
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: just.. don't show him. all you have to do is eat one, ask if he wants a piece of candy and dump it in his hand
Hanya says: lmao
Hanya says: "Hey, try this. Open wide, sweetie!"
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: lol
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: I did that to a guy with the mint ones.. he raised his eyebrow at it and then ate it. he was the only guy that would too
Hanya says: what guy? When was this?
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: hehe. A friend of mine in Kent
Hanya says: did you show them to my mum?
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: uh.. I don't think so.
Hanya says: I can't remember if I told her about them
Hanya says: did you ever grow your boyfriend from the "grow your own boyfriend" thing she got you?
[livejournal.com profile] shiseiji says: *nods* and then I shrunk him and then I just put his lower half in the water so he had a big... Yeah.
Hanya says: lmao
Hanya says: you minx

Speaking of minxes... so there's this German girl Katja I've made friends with. And she's been slowly frustratied as a customer she had a crush on stopped showing up at the store around the time she planned to just give him her number and see what happened. She suspected he liked her too, but didn't know for certain and then he wasn't around anymore!
Until, one day, he was. And she took the bull by the horns, gave him her number, and then stressed about it for the rest of the day. BUT he did call her and set up a date for last Sunday, and they spent the entire afternoon together. Turns out he totally digged her, and stopped coming around because he was afraid of making a fool of himself. He was totally psyched when she gave him her number. And they have a lot in common.
So anyway, last night I ran into her on my way back from grocery shopping--she was on her way to meet him for dinner. I wished her good luck, and thought nothing more of it, except that I'd certainly ask her about it next time I saw her.
Then, I was distracted in the evening, because Glenn wanted me to make him pancakes for breakfast before he left for Whakatane or somewhere. At like, 6:30 in the morning. But then he kept chaning his mind about when he was going to leave, so I figured, ehh, may as well not bother then. Sound asleep, when, at quarter to three, the fire alarm goes off. No, no fire, but rather this one room the temperature was so high it set the alarms off. The people staying in that room seemed to think their room was still cold, but according to Glenn it was really quite hot, and I mean, it was only 12 degrees (C) outside last night, anyhow. Nowhere near freezing.
Obviously I wasn't awake and paying attention properly, because it wasn't until I got up for breakfast and saw Katja in the kitchen that I realised I hadn't seen her standing outside with the rest of us. I asked if she slept through the fire alarm or something, and well, it was something... She didn't come home from her date until this morning! I jokingly called her a minx, but good on her, I say.

and a quiz nicked from diea )

And congrats to [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t and [livejournal.com profile] the_chief_80 for finally landing a place of their own! Now if only Angie's body will stop causing havoc by random acts of illness often imitating pregnancy symptoms and causing undue misery... not to mention anyone and everyone asking, "Could you be pregnant?" despite her being on BC and any other precautions they take...

Fin.

Edit: Couldn't resist the trick-or-treat meme, even if there's still a month to go... (I was wrong, [livejournal.com profile] murkeye; you did give me candy.)
My haul )
xans: Xans (Emo Song)
I spend the latter half of the afternoon/early evening with Grant yesterday. Despite the awful weather, and the fact that he's been working a lot and was tried and a little scruffy... I felt slightly guilty at dragging him around and monopolising his time, but he said he didn't mind. It was still a pleasant time, in which we wandered through at least four bookstores, one or two CD places, and Toyworld. Plus a walk along the waterfront.

And this was well, although conversation was difficult around Lambton Quay with the busses, the music blaring out of stores, and the construction work. But, well, we did end up in quieter places where conversation needn't be conducted at the top of our lungs.

We also saw the sister of one of his ex-girlfriends, one he's still on good terms with. She had very pretty red hair... but then, there was the other ex we passed in the street. She looked awfully smug, and I can't imagine why, unless it had absolutely nothing to do with us. Somewhat eerie that we should pass her again later, in a different part of town. Especially as Grant had seen her maybe three times in the last year, and then twice in one day whilst in my company. Would have been funnier if the second time was while with another female friend, leaving her confused as to just who the hell he was with.

I had a craving for fish'n'chips, so we had that for tea and a drink at the Irish pub. All very well and good and he walked me home afterwards. It was an enjoyable evening, and I'm glad that we can spend time together without having "hiding from the world for a wee while" ~my euphemism that [livejournal.com profile] diea rather likes. ;)

Anyway, offskis now.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
So I found someone using this icon made by [livejournal.com profile] aom_leicon:

Ahahahaha. Burns!Lestat ftw. The other icon I like is this one, seen in the posession of [livejournal.com profile] flusterdance:


BBQ at Grants on Saturday was nice. His friend Bret was there, so I at least knew more than Grant and his flatmates... Although Bret, Grant and I ended up migrating to his room to browse all sorts of music since we weren't really drunk, smokers, or interested in the rather loud music they were playing. And after Bret left, Grant and I sort of hid from the world for a wee while.

Fin.

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