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So, I finally got around to setting up an account on AO3. Several reasons for doing this, including cross-posting fanfic that had originally been posted on lj or my ff.net account (hey, once upon a time ff.net was the best multi-fandom archive available). Another reason is that I'm sort of hoping that having an account will inspire me to actually get back into writing fanfic. I never really wrote long pieces or anything, but I've lost track of a lot of the fandom circles... I'm not on tumblr and lj is becoming a dried out husk, and although I have a dreamwidth, it seems, idk, like I have an audience of none. So, if I want people to actually read my stuff, I need to step out of my little shadowed corner.

Anyway.

The idea is to get back into writing instead of just living in my head and daydreaming the hell out of things. Not a NY resolution by any means, just, something I'd like to do.

We bought a new tv just after Christmas, a Boxing Day Sale. The tv stand we have is quite old, and ratty, and doesn't fit the tv properly. So today we bought a new one, it will arrive in 3-5 weeks. And we decided to peek at dining suites. Aaaaand they offered us a deal. So, we've got a new dining suite coming as well. Hell, we've been meaning to upgrade it at some point. Now's as good a time as any. Next bit of furniture is a new mattress. Looking at maybe putting the electric blanket back on the bed soon.

Gratch hates the change in the weather, it was raining last night so she came into the bedroom at 3 a.m. to complain. At the top of her lungs. Noisy little tart. She's going to have to get over it though.

I also spoiled my darling a bit today, and bought him a pair of hush puppies for work. The floor at Mega is hard concrete and his shoes just haven't been doing the trick. He spent some of his pay buying some new black trousers but was going to have to wait until after the rent pay before buying new shoes. I can't stand the thought of him being uncomfortable for that long though and offered to buy a pair for him.

I set up an OpenID over at dreamwidth. I've been looking for new fanfic lately and a lot of stuff I find on lj is several years old. Have a sneaking suspicion I haven't kept up with fandom and they've all snuck off without me. Going to try to get reacquainted with it all and also leave comments and stuff.

Fin.

Yeah, went and uploaded some new icons. Needed the revamp. Have decided I really do rather adore my layout and colour scheme, have done so for over three years now, I believe.

It is a likely possibility I will be in Vancouver, BC in July next year. And that means a trip down to WA to see mum and Gary and show off Seattle to Alan.

This means I really, really need job to save up dosh and everything. And this is also remembering I still want a sea kayak by this summer. Because, yeah, I live by the beach!

Um, if you're curious, go have a look at the sg1_five_things latests posts after they're unscreened on September 14. I decided to write for a couple.

Banana choc chip muffins and Banana Cake are still made of win.

Joe and Heaven being back is made of fail.

Alan wants the computer, so I better stop all this now. I'll be happy when he gets his own box again.

Fin.

I know, I know. A month ago I was so-not-excited about my birthday. But that quickly changed.

Partially, I was all hyper and happy because I just landed two part-time jobs within two weeks of each other. And that is yay! I'm taking time off school and just working for now, 'cause I need the money and the exp and a better looking CV. And, jobs, yay, I like them.

So, yeah, despite my body doing strange and mean things and making me worry, things were on the up. And, hello, birthday, that's a thing to CELEBRATE!

And I have. Started with a parcel arriving from Mum on Friday with all sorts of lovely little goodies like stripey socks, lacy undies, and Amy Brown art, and little knick knacks. Carried on to Saturday, with lunch at the cafe at work with Dad and Suzy (I got to see Buddy and Truffles, the cute little things) and warning them of the pregnancy possibility...

Then, 8 pm, Blades of Glory. *dies* abrandnewboom? Everything you said. :D I loved it. Jon Heder was so pretty. Although he had only a short spot, I adore William Fichtner. And, and... yeah. I liked it a lot. I'm soooo tempted to go see it a second time. But I also kinda want to see Transformers, and maybe OotP. We'll see. I actually dreamed went and saw Transformers, and man did that fuck with my mind.

Um, oh, yeah. Sunday, my birthday. I worked. BUT THIS WAS OKAY. For one thing, I kept telling everyone and they said happy birthday all the time. Then there was the sausage sizzle guys, who remembered me telling them last weekend that Sunday was my birthday, and they put a candle in my sausage! *giggles* It melted a little.

A random customer, upon hearing it was my birthday, bought me a card and wrote inside, "To a very special young lady, Happy Birthday. Have a coffee on me." And gave my $5. How fucking sweet is that?!

Iain, Dad, and Suzy showed up late afternoon... Iain's leaving for Japan soon to teach English for a year, hence why Dad and Suzy came down. And they left some stuff of mine and Iain's at my place, but came to see me and give me more presents and cake.

CAKE. I haven't had a birthday cake in years. It's delicious, and all sorts of pretty with scrolly chocolate mousse and little candy roses. Black forest cake. MMM.

Presents... $50 Whitcoulls voucher (I bought the Long Way Round Special Edition set with it) from Dad and Suzy (also my bike earlier this year, it's my big present for like... the next few big celebrations), The Alchemist from Iain, which I've yet to start reading... and a fold-out mirror from a family friend, Catherine.

My parcel from Andrea arrived sometime over the weekend and I got it yesterday. Yay! Black moleskin pants, "Bitch Pills" and other cute knick knacks.

Mum called me last night, and we chatted. OH! I told her about the pregnancy scare, but I'm not pregnant, because, well, my body's birthday gift to me was the absolute knowledge in the form of, well, y'know. *looks down* Told Dad and Suzy when they stopped by on my birthday as well. Everyone's happy. It's all good.

It's been a very sweet, very awesome birthday.

Now, I'm going to see what the f-list has been up to. And read more fic by ashinae and linden_jay in my position as "pre-beta beta" *grins*

Fin.

In this meme, you do the work...

Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you and I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flistwork! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!

So, my fandoms are on my infopage if you forget those which we have in common. Go pick one so I can prompt you, and I'll return the favor to anyone who reposts this (but only if you try your hand at writing something for me, too).

Fin.

Now, there are some pretty damn funny macros out there. But sometimes, a cute picture is a cute picture without adding words.

pandoras_closet linked to "When March of the Penguins Attacks". There are no words. *watches and cackles*

Last night I could not seem to sleep for more than a couple of hours before waking myself up. I'd be happily in dreamland, or in that state of flowing consciousness where I think I'm still awake until I wake up and lose track of what I was thinking, and then suddenly I'd be wide awake. No bad dreams or loud noises to wake me up. Just... awake. But then I managed to sleep in this morning anyway.

Um, anyway, I was an idiot when I went out, found this awesome page of fanfic recs, and promptly lost it again. In fact, there were two that I haven't the slightest clue where to find them again, and it sucks because there was some shiny links there. Still, I got a few more that I've been meaning to link to...

A Beautiful Lifetime Event -astolat/shalott
John stared in horror: the thing was growing. Every one of the blobs swelling up, and then slowly and inevitably splitting in two, and then those both started getting bigger -- "Look, isn't there -- can't you turn it off?"

"Excuse me?" Beckett turned and glared at him.

John glared right back, furious, wanting to shake Beckett -- "This is an accident with Ancient technology, not a beautiful lifetime event! I want a goddamn morning-after pill!"

John and Rodney accidentally make a baby. No mpreg, thank goodness. I forget where I first found the link to this. And damn was I leery, what with it being a kid!fic and McShep, neither of which I really care for, and yet I find myself drawn in anyway. It's really quite sweet, especially since John and Rodney don't really "get together" until late in the story, when they've already made the kid and all sorts of things have happened.

Life Lessons Learned From Aliens -eleveninches
When he left by himself a few minutes later, it was in outrage. He'd been hoping for something funny, or at least something he could use against them, but everyone -- literally everyone -- in the control room was in love with the same person: Elizabeth. That was so predictable. Zelenka loved Ronon, Ronon loved pancakes, he loved (supposedly loved) Sheppard, but everyone else had a thing for the boss.

An Ancient device which reveals a person's One True Love. Rodney is sure it's broken. Also, another device is discovered to see what other people see as their One True Love. It's funny, because the boys are in denial, and Ronon's true love is pancakes, and for once it wasn't Sheppard who touched something he shouldn't have.

Missed the Saturday Dance -zoetrope

This, this is an amazing piece of work. It's an AU, where John Sheppard is a test pilot in WWII and Rodney McKay is a genius engineer of said test planes... and it's a mix of medias. There's two audio clips, a movie trailer, as well as the fic which comes to us as pictures, an exchange of letters as well as scenes from their lives together. Amazing work. Really.

The Numbers -trinityofone
For a second he's completely convinced that they're writing to apologize. Dear John Sheppard, we have made a grievous mistake. Our doctor was a moron and you are not, in fact, colorblind. We would like to take you on as soon as possible and in fact have several F-16s specially picked out. Would a starting rank of Colonel be agreeable to you? Sincerely, the U.S. Air Force. Then he realizes how ridiculous this is and has to take several deep breaths to keep from being sick.

MENSA 'verse. That is, the 'verse with "Rod" from "McKay and Mrs. Miller" only this is about the John Sheppard there, and his part in Atlantis without being in the Air Force.

The Roads Never Lead Where They're Supposed to Go -eleveninches
"Zelenka," Rodney demanded, "why are there botanists in my lab?"

"Dr Sheppard was the one to discover the transporters, completely by accident," Zelenka said, like that was supposed to mean something. He clasped Sheppard's shoulder, and Sheppard smirked at Rodney again.

Rodney waited for more of an explanation. When it didn't come, he asked, "So? Is that supposed to impress me? What the hell are transporters?" Both Zelenka and Sheppard looked at him in surprise. "What? I'm not allowed to leave this floor, except to eat and occasionally sleep. Personally, I think Sumner feels threatened by me. You blow up one star, and suddenly everyone thinks you're a loose cannon."

-Another AU where Shappard is a civillian, and a botanist at that, and McKay isn't in charge... and a retake on a B-Grade sci-fi with much amusement for all.

Stargate Atlantis Slash Index
An index set on cataloging fics by cliches. We like 'em because they're cliches anf they're cliches because we like 'em.

What should you do if you man walks out?
Shut the door behind him.

What should you do if you see your ex rolling around in pain on the ground?
Shoot him again.

What have you got if you have 100 men buried up to their necks in sand?
Not enough sand.

How many men does it take to tile a bathroom?
One, if you slice him thinly enough.

How do you stop a man from drowning?
Take your foot off his head.

How do you stop a man from spitting?
Turn down the grill.

How can you tell a guy's well-hung?
You can't get a finger between the rope and his neck.

What's the fastest way to a man's heart?
Through his chest with a sharp instrument.

What does it mean when the man in your bed is gasping for breath and calling your name?
You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.

Recently I paid a visit to Urban Dictionary because I was confused as to what "YMMV" meant. And then I threw in a couple other words just to see what the defintion was, if there was one. One of them was "Metallicar" which is the fan-assigned name of the oh-so-lovely car Sam and Dean have in Supernatural. I was amused about part of the definition, concerning real fangirls and the episode "Devil's Trap" (that I haven't seen, but I know about), what was this:

*After the ending of Devil's Trap*

FakeDitzyFangirl 1: Ahhhh! Sam!
FakeDitzyFangirl 2: Ahhhh! Dean!
RealFangirl 3: Noooooooo! The Metallicar

I suspect I belong to category 3, because we all know what is important and irreplaceable. *nods*

...Dude, I think a rat is setting up shop in my flatmate's closet. I heard scratching and I'm sure it was the pitter patter of not so small claws of a rat, as opposed to a wee mousie. But I didn't see anything, so I can't be sure.

And yet more links:
Truth Surprises -Actually, the thud was kinda fun, as long as the impact left you conscious. Sheppard/Beckett porn.

Not Going Anywhere -John wakes up, and he can't see, or hear. He tries not to panic, and there are those there to help him.

Running on Empty -John and Rodney are implanted with Wraith trackers and placed separately on an alien world to act as runners for the Wraith's amusement. As the story switches between John and Rodney we see a John who doesn't remember anything about who he is but still deals with his problems in a very John way and a panicked Rodney who is all too aware of his own abilities and lack thereof.

Long Road Home -"Great, now I'm on a first-name basis with illegal aliens," McKay groaned. "I am officially the worst border agent ever." An illegal immigrant, an emotionally and physically damaged veteran, and a border patrol agent who hates his job... maybe they were destined to be friends in any universe.

Fin.

Dear _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.

Go look at my userpics. Ask me anything about any one of them--why I chose it, why that fandom, where the hell did I find it--anything at all.

An even bigger challenge: go look at said userpics, pick one, and write a drabble-length piece about it in the comments. It needn't be exactly 100 words. Could be more, could be less, but more than a sentence or two, if you please. If you do this, I will go look at your userpics, and return the favour.

Fin.

So, ana_grrl has posted a Multifandom Challenge: Small and Fuzzy During an Apocalypse . As she says:

It's spring! The sun is shining, the birds are nesting, and I don't have to wear 20 layers to go outside. I love spring. You know what spring makes me think of? Bunnies. And puppies! And the end of the world (nothing like a springtime apocalypse, I always say).

This challenge is about fuzzy (and possibly small) creatures and an end of the world scenario (or a post-apocalyptic one). How you include small fuzzy creatures is up to you! It could be in passing (Daniel mentions a legend involving puppies of the apocalypse?); they could be central to the story (zoonotic infections, anyone?); penguins could take over the world; it could be about Jake, the fuzzy doggy friend of Cylons and humans alike. Funny or grim, whatever strikes your fancy. Go nuts!

All the details are in her journal (follow the link above). Go have a look! Hell, write something and post it! Maybe even pimp it like I am! The challenge lasts until next monday, April 2nd. Not enough time? Bah, even I managed to get inspired. It's just a bit of fun. C'moooonnn.

Fin.