Jan. 13th, 2013 01:51 pm
xans: I want to believe (X-Files)
Naturally, when I read over twitter that Neil Gaiman's beloved white German Shepherd, Cabal, had passed, my heart went out to him. I have been reading Neil's blog over the years and I can remember the entries of his discovery and eventual adoption of Cabal. So of course I had to read his blog entry about Cabal's death (here) & follow it up with Amanda Palmer's blog (here). And one comment in particular on her blog stood out to me, that is just so, so true:

TheWOL • an hour ago

They come into your life, and take it over, quietly, while you're not paying attention, and fill it full of the most amazing things, which you only discover in bits and pieces and moments and hours, and never realize just how full of wonderfulness your life is until one day they have to leave you. All of a sudden, your life is this huge empty airplane hanger that's full of darkness and echoes. But pay attention, because on their way into forever, they've whispered to the world to send you another one, not to take their place, because that's not possible. But another one will find you, because you need them, and they need you.
xans: Xans (Twilight Hate)
"How did I get so drunk last night? Someone must have spiked one of the 27 drinks that I consumed."


Do I or don't I want to shell out for the Sims 2 expansions I'm missing? Hmmm....

xans: Xans (Maleficient the Evil)
Sorcha Cierlyn says:
I think facebook is crashing
is it working fine for you?
Hananator says:
I'm on my last fucking quiz
and it won't fucking load
plus it was having fits over the comments I wanted to make earlier
Sorcha Cierlyn says:
lol I think it's burnt out. I cant even get to the home page, it keeps giving me a connection error
Hananator says:
I'm checking my f-list instead
Sorcha Cierlyn says:
ah, there it goes
Hananator says:
...why has lj forgotton who I am?
I never logout
bloody hell.
Sorcha Cierlyn says:
didn't your hotmail forget you earlier?, yeah, staying logged in seems to be an issue for me lately. Huh.

Baked another set of banana choc chip muffins today. And shortbread biscuits. Joe is supposed to be baking a one-egg choc cake for Heaven's birthday (tomorrow) and I'm doing the icing. They love my butter icing. :D

Daylight savings is fucking with my sleep cycle and I have to remember to start cooking dinner before it starts getting dark. I feel like such a Sim sometimes.

Speaking of Sims, Heaven shelled out for the Sims Life Stories and got me to install in on the computer. Alan hates the game and is leery of becoming a Sims-widow. I am possibly going to be guilty of this. It's just so damned addictive! Must remember self-restraint.

Self restraint is fun... until you drop the key.


Understanding is a three-edged sword... our side, their side, & the truth.

I may have fallen in love with this picture of Zachary Quinto. Just a lil smidgeon. Hee.

Need a drink of cranberry juice, and then, I think, some sleep. But first I know I will finish checking my f-list. 'Cause I <3 my f-list.



Dec. 28th, 2008 08:48 pm
xans: Xans (Rock On)
I have not been to in ages, but, zomg, this:

You know, you really ought to have a bra with 403: forbidden on it.
And you really ought to have a pair of boxers with 404: not found.



peee esss

Nov. 5th, 2008 01:22 pm
xans: Xans (Default)
"I hear banjos. Pedal faster!"

That line cracks me up liek whoa, although Alan says the movie was mostly crap.



May. 1st, 2008 02:46 pm
xans: Xans (Piglet Will Cut You)
You are bidding a set of metallic red or silver dress which is weared by the girl in the picture.

Browsing through trademe is a minefield for this wonderful abuse of the English language. But hey. I got me some more legos.

xans: Xans (Piglet Will Cut You)
Jemaine: It doesn't matter what country someone's from, or what they look like, or the color of their skin. It doesn't matter what they smell like, or that they spell words slightly differently some would say more correctly. I'm a person. Bret's a person. You're a person. That person over there is a person. And each person deserves to be treated like a person.

"Flight of the Conchords."

Their manager's a dick.

xans: Xans (Opinion)
Chatting on MSN to my 11/12 year old step-niece, and feeling slightly guilty that my current display picture is this icon... and also cringing at every spelling mistake she makes (macking for making, ake for ache, that sort of thing) even as I'm able to understand what she 'ment' to say.

I love receiving compliments for my cooking. Particularly when it's something I've not tried before, or that secretly I think isn't as good as I'd hoped. I try not to say when I'm not best pleased with my cooking, kind of the same as when I write fic, so that, y'know, no one feels the need to compliment me so I'll feel better about myself. Hide my insecurities and then it's even more surprising and gratifying to get told I've done well. :)

Speaking of fic, [ profile] sophie_448 came up with a new word to describe the reaction a fic can give: *squibble* which is, essentially, squee+wibble. I like it.

Greg Sanders: You know, I kind of feel bad for these girls.
Hodges: Don't feel too bad. They have health benefits, good pay. The women get regular check-ups. The industry is well-regulated. As opposed to picking a hooker up off the street. Does she have a disease? Multiple diseases? Is she crazy? Is she gonna roll you? Where do you go? Do you do it in your car, behind a building, down a dark alley? So you drive around, scared out of your mind, finally get the nerve up, pick one you like, call her over, she gets in. Next thing you know, you're down on the pavement, cuffed, because she's an undercover cop, but luckily you were three months shy of your eighteenth birthday so when you call your mom to come get you, it doesn't go on my permanent record.
Greg: [momentarily speechless] ... Okay.

CSI, "Ending Happy" --Perhaps one of the best cases I've ever seen on the show. Just all sorts of crazy. And funny. Guy was hit over the head, shot through the neck by a crossbow, having an allergic reaction to shellfish, and poisoned by snake venom. Some people really wanted Happy dead, poor man.


Carl Barron

Jul. 1st, 2007 12:42 pm
xans: Xans (Angela Flashes)
She said, "Would you care for an orange juice?"
I said, "If it needed me."

Switched in new icons again. I realised it had been a while, and some were being neglected. :( I'm covering more fandoms, now...

Cooking spaghetti bolognaise tonight. Should be interesting, with it being a larger group than I've ever cooked for before. Yay.

xans: Xans (Default)
“I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughtnut... I don't need a receipt for the doughnut. I give you money and you give me the doughnut, end of transaction. We don't need to bring ink and paper into this. I can't imagine a scenario that I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. To some skeptical friend, 'Don't even act like I didn't get that doughnut, I've got the documentation right here... It's in my file at home. ...Under "D".'”

So there's The LJ's Prayer & Th3 L33t Pr4y3r, and also:

The Lad's Prayer ) & The Girl's Prayer )


They are so nice and light I can barely feel them, BUT music comes out and it feels like I'm sitting in a room listening to the stereo, not blasting music directly to my ears only. Plus the armband to hold the mp3 player, which is pretty sweet and useful... lastly, it was down from $59.99 to $39.99. And they are brilliant. Yay!

Um... so... utterly distracted. Better post this before I get too lost. :P

xans: Xans (Sins Seven)
It's suspicious, as only peace and quiet and an almost deserted room can be.

Don't I know that feeling? When a room, particularly one I'm used to seeing filled with people (at least partially), is all empty, or nearly so... it just ain't right and makes a girl downright twitchy. Well, 'til it fills up some or I get so caught up in my little world I don't notice anymore.

It got rainy again, when it was all so very nice and pleasant earlier. Sucky. But then, it is winter and likely to be cold and wet and miserable... just, y'know, I prefer it when I have ways of staying snuggled up and cozy without getting antsy from being stuck inside all day.

Looking for this, looking for that. The scratches on my arm sting, but more as a reminder they're there, than anything. As pain goes, it's of the nothing sort.

xans: Xans (Bloody Stupid Icon)

A decent lot )

Y'know. Take and use. Comments are love. *shrugs*

xans: Xans (Sins Seven)
From [ profile] autumn_whispers Heroes drabblet-thingy, here:

SGA Quotes )

SG-1 Quotes )

Princess Bride Quotes )

Big Trouble In Little China Quotes )

Heathers Quotes )

As always, feel free to take and use. Comments are love, and credit is appreciated. Yadayada blahblah we've been down this road before, y'all. If you'd like, you can always suggest other quotes/shows/movies/books you'd like to see iconised, and I could try my hand at that when the icon making mood strikes once again.

xans: Xans (Bees)
I don't know how many of you on my f-list pay attention to [ profile] abe_kroenen, but, I figure maybe you'll get a kick outta these even if you don't:

And I'll just go back to lurking...

xans: Xans (Tragic Heroes)
Jarrod Kane: Don't you ever give up?
Daniel: Not til I'm dead. [pauses, thinks about what he just said and adds] And sometimes not even then.

Oh, Daniel. <3 for you.

xans: Xans (Sins Wrath)
Mumble: [about Lovelace] I'll just appeal to his better nature.
Néstor: How you gonna do that?
Raul: Cruel and unusual punishment?
Rinaldo: Unimaginable torture?
Ramón: Imaginable torture?
Rinaldo: Your singing?
Ramón, Néstor, Raul, Lombardo: No!

xans: Xans (Merlin's Balls)
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.

xans: Xans (Rock On)
Last night I had the most wonderful idea when I decided to make a curry and then mix it with spaghetti noodles. Noodle curry is delicious! Also, the house still smells of my cooking even a day later. Maybe if I did the dishes this would not be so. I'm sort of resistant to doing the dishes, however, because while there is a small pile growing, it's kind of fun to let it get big, do it, and guilt my flatmate into doing the next couple of lots. He always thanks me when I do the whole lot when I don't have to. I do them partially because, hey, need clean dishes thanks (just rinsing and reusing is a bad habit of mine) and also I've been relegated to dishwashing (or un/loading the dishwasher) as one of my chores for, like, a decade. It's kinda in me to do dishes when they gotta be done.

Friend of mine posted a link to this gender guesser that analyzes a sample of writing and guesses the gender of the author. I don't think it's very accurate. Or, apparently, writing like a female is something to be ashamed of, or something. I don't know. Of the many various samplings of my writing (essay, original fic, fanfic, and random journal entries--not memes), the guesser had most my writing as predominantly male. I find this amusing more than anything, but I also am completely confused as to the method to derive the potential gender of the writer. I wouldn't be surprised if it's constantly mistaken.

After the links I posted before, I've gone and found more fic, because I am a total nerd. :D Also, reading an Atlantis version of Beauty and the Beast reminded me of a Harry Potter one I read, many years ago. Naturally, I could not rest until I found it again, and thankfully a search in [ profile] remusxsirius (oh, how long it's been since I was a member there) lead to some linkage and a title. It's Once in Eternal Springtime Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4.

The Road to Nevada -Me and my John/Rodney AUs. John was a fighter pilot in WWI, and now it's heading into WWII, when he goes to work for Rodney McKay, and they end up on the run from Nazis and space vampires and G-men... Really quite good, and the bit parts of other characters are very well done.

The Amazing Quest of John Sheppard -A very rich John Sheppard suffers great boredom, until he makes a bet with a doctor that he can't go a year living and working like a normal person, not touching his inheritance for personal use. In the process he meets (and helps) many people, and falls in love with one Rodney McKay, which may be a problem when it comes time for the year to end...

Bluffing -John/Rodney. Of course.
Dent sang, "McKay and Sheppard, sitting in a tree. Hey, would you have to change your names to McShep?" He laughed.

"I am not a value meal," John said, grousing as he switched out one card for Jackson.

"Oh, no. You are premium cut." Ford grinned.

"That's right. And none of you boys will ever get a taste of me."

Safety Dance -Summary: Carson joins the team in an off-world mission to find out why the people of Terro live such long, healthy lives. While there, he gives medical attention to a pregnant woman whose husband is suspicious of his alien motives. John has to intervene by pretending Carson belongs to him.

xans: Xans (Inner Squint)
Capt. George Cummings: [as Purcell turns around in shock over getting a fourth wingman in the squadron] What's the problem, Purcell? You look like you just been hit in the gut.
Lt. Henry Purcell: Well, for one, Captain, we've been together a long time, and it's good; but FOUR is an unlucky number.
Capt. George Cummings: Unlucky?
Lt. Henry Purcell: Yeah! It's not a prime number. See, prime numbers can only be divided by one or itself. THREE is a prime number. The Holy Trinity? The thesis and antithesis that come together to form the synthesis...
Capt. George Cummings: Look! This is not a seminar on metaphysics, son. This is the U.S. Navy. Now we ship out Wednesday at oh five hundred. Dismissed.
Lt. Henry Purcell: Okay. IF he'd let me finish I was gonna say Three's Company, Three Stooges, Three Musketeers, three-peat, three strikes you're out, "Three Times a Lady".
Lt. Kara Wade: Three dimensions?
Lt. Henry Purcell: Three Blind Mice.
Lt. Ben Gannon: Menage a trois. Don't forget that one. Right?

xans: Xans (Inner Squint)
Not the one I was planning to make, but I'll make it anyway.

I might have got a wee bit carried away. )

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