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| Sunday, November 29th, 2009 | ||
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accioslash |
12:19a | Thirty Days of Spam...Day 29 - Audience Participation ( WriSoMiFu Day 29 - Recs for Fics synonymous with hot ) |
| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 | ||
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leela_cat |
5:50p | FIC: The Signing (Severus/Harry ~ PG13) Title: The Signing Author: Leela ( ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small} leela_cat)Pairing: Severus/Harry Rating: PG13 Warnings: None Word Count: 100 Prompt: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snarry100's challenge #190: Flourish and BlottsSummary: Some things make Severus nervous. Beta: the_minx_17A/N: For alisanne. Hope this makes your week a little better.Current Mood:  relaxed |
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the_con_cept |
5:56p | Argh! Damn Swap fic--every time I think I'm making progress, I get stuck. *kicks fic* |
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amanuensis1 |
12:52p | Don't eat while reading this. Eeesh. By the way, hearkening back to my earlier post--this doesn't spoil anything, since you can see on the Yuletide list of requested fandoms that no one asked for it--I did not get assigned to write for Richard Adams's The Plague Dogs. I decided, when I accidentally included it in the list, that rather than redo my list I'd just go read the book once and for all, even before the assignments came out, so I got it from the library. I got through Ulysses easier than this. This is...guys, I have written some interesting metaphors myself in my time, some of them admittedly more purple than should be seen outside of crackfic, but this takes them all: ...Rowf's rump slid suddenly forward as smoothly as a turd from a healthy anus... I can't even facepalm. It's too squicky. Current Mood:  aggravatedCurrent Music: Treasure Planet DVD |
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accioslash |
12:13a | Thirty Days of Spam...Day 28 - Discovering Fan Fic ( WriSoMiFu Day 28 -Let's talk about your first time ) |
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awaywithpixies |
12:50p | POTD So went and celebrated my end of semester last night with the Jenn! There really isn't much to do in this town on a Friday night - not compared to so many other cities, but we had the strange, but unusual sight of the Christmas tree lighting on a hot Spring night in the middle of town, whilst it's still light, lol. Not sure what Texas thought of a stinking hot and lame Christmas tree lighting with bubbles blowing instead of snow in summer like conditions, lmao. But we made the best of it, walking over from Southbank to the city, and back. Of course, the lame-ass cinemas were only showing New Moon and 2012, which was lulzy. Came home and then we watched Tormented, which gets lulzier every time I watch it, lulz. I'm going to let the Jennimal drive my car tomorrow... hee hee! So POTD is the Christmassy spirit - the lights of the Mall, and the freshly lit Christmas tree outside city hall...  |
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awaywithpixies |
8:02a | The promised update I had promised a full report on Britney's concert. It was so good, and yet so bad. The interesting thing, which was confirmed by a co-worker who went the night before, was that the audience was really, really strange. I'm sitting here watching Pink's Funhouse tour dvd, and we aren't always a lame audience. I think half the audience was fans, and the other half just curious bystanders who came just for the curiosity factor (i.e. me.) But for a sold out concert, there were a LOT of empty seats. Then there were probably people like me, who paid less than the face value on the ticket from Ebay. The whole 25 minute countdown clock, pre-concert circus acts and then another ass long wait was frustrating. She came on at 9.35, which is when most acts are about an hour into their set. I'm sure Pearl Jam (playing on the other side of town that night) were well into their set by then. I'll have to check with the suits at work about that one (weird to see the immaculately expensive suited bosses at work being PJ fans). But I did sit up in the nosebleeds (which is nothing like the nosebleeds at Wembley - seriously - that makes the nosebleeds here seem like they are at sea level) with all those who were mostly curious bystanders. However, the stans behind me were true squealing fans. As soon as I heard the high pitched squealing 'BRITNEY WE LOVE YOU!' I knew I had found the lovechild of the screaming woman who sat behind us at the Cure in 1986. Seriously, that woman had an unforgettably squealy tone, which I rediscovered. I was surprised by actually how many songs of hers I knew, lol. But the dancers were incredibly active, and some were amazing - walking backwards and then doing a backflip? That was pretty amazing. Britney came out in a Gaga wig, and later put on big glasses. I couldn't help but think she was trying to do the whole Gaga emulation. Of course she mimed all but one song. Those fans who were wetting themselves obviously didn't seem to care. I really didn't think she was that active enough to warrant miming. Sure, I'd probably be able to put on a pair of super high heels, and skip my way thought Body Attack, and still do as much exercise as her. But even all that aside, it was entertaining. She only spoke to the audience twice, but it was very disconnected. "Hello Brisbane" and later "thank you very much." Sitting here listening to Pink telling her audience they were all amazing, and beautiful = well that's just nice to hear. The big gaps between songs as she changed costumes was... slowly irritating. The video screens with the old Britney screen caps and the whole Britney S&M video to Marilyn Manson's cover of Sweet Dreams was... strange. I think the stans in the audience didn't care if she was in the room, they squealed as loudly about it as the rest. As for the circus component... Having seen Take That's Circus at Wembley, then this, well, this was lame. TT had a 50' Elephant, proper tightrope walkers, a million clowns. Brit had a legless woman on a trampoline and a few sad looking clowns (no, there were a few good ones in the pre show, but not awesome). I was educated on a song that I thought was a Sugarbabes one was actually hers. Weirdest thing of all was the audience disconnection - even down in the pit, hardly anyone was dancing, or throwing their arms in the air... It just was a wholly strange vibe. It was not as saccharine as I thought it might be - all the mothers who brought their 8 year old daughters were in for a surprise - a bit raunchy for them. Then again, from what they see on tv, it might not be too raunchy these days. The best part of the night, lol, was the toilets. There's been a makeover at the entertainment centre, and the toilets have been refurbed. Hot pink lights, hot pink walls with a bit of lavender. All explained away by the poster of Pink over the door, and the thing about her 11 sold out nights at the centre. There are awesomely huge posters of her in the bathroom, and the lyrics of her songs are etched into the mirrors. It was the coolest toilet I've been in for ages, lmao. If there weren't about 1000 other women waiting, I would have taken a photo, hahaha. I think if you compare it with other artists, what really struck me was that she came out, she did her show, but she didn't seem to be enjoying herself. She seemed to be just going through the motions. When you watch Pink's funhouse dvd, she looks like she's enjoying herself as she's performing. There's a big difference, and that might be part of it all. At least the lack of bopping around and standing up by the fellow audience afforded the opportunity for plenty of clear camera shots. ( many photos of the overratedness, lol. ) |
| Friday, November 27th, 2009 | ||
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leela_cat |
4:32p | FIC: A Happy Memory (Bill/Neville ~ PG) Title: A Happy Memory Author: Leela ( leela_cat)Pairing: Bill/Neville Rating: PG Warnings: None Word Count: 3 x 100 Prompt: neville100's challenge #97: PatronusSummary: All it takes is a happy memory. Beta: the_minx_17A/N: For alisanne. Hope this makes your week a little better.Current Mood:  stuffed up |
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leela_cat |
8:57a | At this time in the morning... ...after I've been up for the requisite number of minutes or hours (they were always as changeable and unpredictable as the mood of a cat), I'm supposed to have an annoying white cat trying to curl up on my work laptop. (Which, if this were a normal Friday morning, would be open because I'd be trying to get actual work done on it). I'd be half-annoyed and half-amused, and trying not to give in to the urge. On Wednesday, I gave into the urge and let the Luna-chick sleep with her head on the keyboard of my open laptop. Later that day, a vet gave up part of her lunch and we had Luna, our beautiful white cat, put to sleep. We only had her for about a year and a half, but she clawed her way into our hearts and claimed space in our lives and our home. Miss you, LunaTiCat. Current Mood:  thoughtful |
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cluegirl |
9:02a | Nobel Prize? For a human rights activist in Iran? U Can Not Has! You stay classy, Ahmadinejad, you just stay classy... |
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accioslash |
8:08a | Thirty Days of Spam...Day 27 - Another Srs Question ( WriSoMiFu Day 27 - Aunt Accio really needs a nap ) |
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accioslash |
3:10a | Not Part of the "Thirty Days of Spam" Series ( But still spam nonetheless ) |
| Thursday, November 26th, 2009 | ||
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florahart |
10:56p | Ficlet: "The Needs of the Revolted" (Sarek/OFC, NC17) Title: The Needs of the Revolted Pairing: Sarek/OFC Rating: NC17 Words: ~800 Warning: dubious consent Summary: The kink meme prompt was for Sarek to get tired of his people talking smack about Amanda and Vulcanishly telling them to stick it. However, as it was on the kink meme, there is sex. A/N: I have fooled with this a bit more (largely for clarity) since posting it over there last night while I was taking a break from the more substantial fic that is currently taunting me. |
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cluegirl |
10:28p | And six days later, she exploded in a great cloud of superannuation! That's right! In six days, on December second, I, Cluegirl, shall spontaneously become The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. (Line forms to the right, gratuities are appreciated.) For those hoopy froods who don't speak Hitchiker, I'll be turning 42. I expect it to be nothing at all like being 41 has been, but just in case, I've liquidated my assets, put everything into canned goods and shotgun ammunition, and have stapled my towel firmly to my elbow. With that, and my wand in my back pocket, I expect I'll be ready for anything. Except possibly zombies. Zombies take a little more preparation. As for what I want for my birthday? No frelling idea. I mean, there are the old standards, of course; I always get a bit giddy at just the notion that someone might illustrate one of my stories, or conversely, might write a story for one of my drawings. Collaboration is highly squee-some in my little world, y'see, and I swear that one day SOMEONE will illustrate the mirror scene from Pink Slip, and I shall expire of Happy on the spot. I could wish for world peace and the brotherhood of man, but I've noticed how shittily brothers treat each other, and as we all know, the last time the matrix was configured for world peace, it crashed and we lost whole crops to the logic failure. So that's out. But reining things back into the realm of the distantly plausible, I'd say I want for more or less nothing of note. I want to keep rolling on Tempus Fugitive. I want my cats and my snakes to stay healthy in the coming year. I want the resources to close up the hole in my house properly, and to begin the next major set of repairs (Hopefully before the porch falls entirely OFF Mandala House, thanks!) And most importantly, I want my friends who are in reach to join me for a Solstice party on December 19th, to celebrate both my birthday, and the Sun King's in one swat. The date is positive; December 19th. Save it, and if you can possibly make it to Troy, NY, do consider coming! And don't worry if you're not of the witchy persuasion -- I plan no heresy, just cake and shenanigans. Current Mood: Sated Current Music: She Moved Through the Fair -- Enter the Haggis |
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florahart |
7:10p | Dear My Fingers: I appreciate your industrious hacking away at the (somewhat-past-)due fic, but some of these errors of logic and departures from expectation as you go along are a bit ridiculous. For instance, "building" and "bukkake" (of which there is none expected in this fic) are really quite not at all the same thing, and are not interchangeable. Pls to type what (and only what) the brain says now. Thx, Me. I originally posted this at http://florahart.dreamwidth.org/100 |
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amanuensis1 |
10:07p | Also, being by myself, I got to watch anything I wanted on tv, not football. Anime yaoi, ho! I had to work part of the holiday, so I just counted the time I did have off as a good thing, and took it easy rather than make plans with others. I did make time to make a yummy dinner for myself from scratch: Chicken with sun-dried tomatoes in dijon-riesling-cream sauce Sesame noodles Spicy peanut butter soup Tart green salad with proscuitto and asiago and warm balsamic dressing Warm butterscotch-maple pudding I love mixing cuisines. Current Mood:  fullCurrent Music: hikaru no go, ep 70 |
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cluegirl |
10:43a | Kitchin Witchin! -- Clue Hash; it's what's for breakfast! A note of explanation: Dominus is a boy scout. As such, he has the requisite Scouting addiction to Corned Beef Hash. Anywhere we go to eat, if it's got hash on the menu, I immediately know what my husband will be ordering, no matter what else they may serve. Seriously, he loves the stuff so much that from time to time, he'll scratch the hash itch with tinned. Clearly, this was a situation I could not abide. I mean, if you're gonna feed your monkey, feed it the good stuff, right? So here's what we're having for breakfast today. * Go to your deli, and ask for a butt end of corned beef. Anything over a quarter of a pound is great, and they don't need to slice it for you. You'll be mincing it up at home yourself. * If you are pork-compliant, then chop up three good, fatty strips of bacon, and put them in a BIG, flat-bottomed pan on low heat. (The object here is to render their fat, not to cook the bacon; cooking the bacon is a side effect of the rendering.) * If you are pork-resistant, then do the 2 - 1 mix of olive and sesame oils here, to add the smoky taste of the bacon. * Peel a few cloves of garlic, and crush them with the flat of your knife. Throw those in with the bacon to render. * go out to the sage bushes, and get a handful of fresh leaves. Throw those in whole too. * Add a generous drizzle of oil into the pan to help the bacon give it up in case it's a bit chary. I think I put about two tablespoons of olive (because I keep olive oil ready to hand. You can use whatever kind of oil you fancy, really.) * Rough-chop a medium onion (red ones are tastiest!) and enough potatoes to match volume, then half again. In my kitchen, that was three small blue potatoes, and one large red. (I have goth tubers. No one's surprised, I know.) You want to cut them fairly large, but fairly thin -- that is to say, quarter each potato longways, and then slice the pieces about half an inch thick at most. They need to be large enough that they'll hold together, but thin enough to cook all the way through. In my case, the blue potatoes were a bit elderly, so they didn't need any pre-cooking, but I slung the red in the microwave for two turns at 30 seconds apiece, so its texture would match the others. You do as you see fit. * Take your biggest kitchen knife -- this is the time to break out your cleaver, if you've got one, -- hack your corned beef into crumbles. There's no rhyme or reason to this, you just whack away, and try not to let it fly all over the place. * Once the bacon's not showing any white anymore (that is, all its fatty rind should now be caramel coloured and kind of translucent) you can dump the onion, potatoes, and beef into the pot. If you don't have enough oil to lightly coat everything, then add just a little more, but otherwise, just turn the lot to get it evenly mixed and coated, throw in salt and pepper to taste, pat it all down flat in the pan, and walk away. * Ignore the sizzling, and the searing smells from the pan for a good long time. Hash is SUPPOSED to be kind of scorchy and burny, remember? If it really distressed you, you can fuss it about for awhile first, to try and get everything to cook up, but that's kind of redundant, since you're going to settle it to scorch soon anyway, and when you flip it over to do the other side, everything else will cook up then. * Fry up an egg for each person you'll be feeding. (From our stovetop, it looks like this is going to feed four, which means two for us today, and two lunches for Dominus later on.) Scrape all the good stuff up from the bottom of the pan, and ladle the hash into the plates, then slap the egg on top. * Serve with tabasco, worchestershire sauce, and ketchup on the table, but don't be surprised if your guests don't even notice they're there all. * Make this noise: OM NOM NOM!!! * Wish you were eating breakfast with Clue and Dominus today! Current Mood: Hungry! Current Music: No More Stones -- Enter the Haggis |
| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 | ||
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lilyseyes |
11:23p | My Son ~ Part 8 Title: My Son/Part 8 Author: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lilyseyesPrompt: thematic_hp - Round 7 – Vows and life debts, Prompt #30. Severitus – Snape knows he is Harry’s father, but his desperate attempts to gain custody fail. He vows that even if he cannot tell Harry who he is, he will always protect his son. Pairing: None Rating: R for the warnings Word Count: +/- 5200 Warnings: *Mentions of child abuse and child selling, manipulative!Dumbledore* Author's Notes: This story took off on its own journey, choosing its own way – this is a WIP that will be updated as real life allows. Betas: whitecotton and the_minx_17 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 ( Part 8 ) Current Mood:  thankful |
| Thursday, November 26th, 2009 | ||
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awaywithpixies |
5:12p | STRESS Stress has hit the fan big time in a major way. Assignment due in 24 hours. I have 12 more to complete it if I don't sleep. EEP. Going to the gym to relax and get some of that stress out, if possible. But wanted to post video I took from last night. You be the judge of what you like or dislike. I've had polar opposite reactions about this Britney concert in the past 2 hours, so I'm staying neutral. yes, I was entertained, no it was nothing like I expected, and well, I don't know what to expect from a genre of music I've not really been a part of. Right, back to the gym, then back to workies... |
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accioslash |
1:07a | Thirty Days of Spam...Day 26 - Giving Thanks ( WriSoMiFu Day 26 - Everything I Needed to Know About Life, I Learned from Harry Potter ) |
| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 | ||
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cluegirl |
7:50p | Forcibly postitve... Things for which I am thankful this evening: * The Litter and the Leaves, by Enter the Haggis (And as you can purchase their albums directly from them, or, should you prefer it, cherrypick their song library at a buck a pop, YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT!) * That I have a husband who will close his computer and help me figure out why I'm grumpy when there's no easy answer, instead of taking it personally, or hiding in his WoW. * That I have a husband who will close his computer and march straight into the kitchen with me when, upon failing to nail down a smoking gun, I give up and say "Let's go cook something." Didn't even ask what, or why, or complain that he'd rather be doing else. In short, he loves me, AND he loves cooking with me, and how can that not cheer me up? * That I did not burn the orange peel when I forgot it was boiling away on the stove. I caught it JUST before the water was all gone, and the caramel began to really scorch, so there'll be no using the leftover syrup as I'd intended, but at least my candied orange peel survived! * That Hilfy is here to inform me of the error of my ways, with her adorkable sulky-duck miao. *Snoodlesthekitteh!* * That I did not burn out the blender motor when I made it pretend it was a food processor, and grind up all my carrots and ginger for the carrot cake I've just decided I'm making. That thing SO does not owe me! * That I am living a life which allows me to concern myself with unfairnesses to other people, instead of having to focus on injustices against myself or my family. That I can afford altruism, and idealism, and pride. These things are so impossible, so out of reach in so many other people's lives, I can't help feeling gratitude that I can reach them, and I can afford to speak to them as well. I have the luxury of being able to DO something that is not just for me. * That I live across the country from any of my birth family, and so will not have to eat their idea of Holiday Food tomorrow. Nor will I have to endure the casual, unthinking racism and sexism over the table, either. Which is good, because getting arrested over Thanksgiving is bad for the digestion, I hear. * Giada Dilaurentis. Nuff said. * That we've had contractors actually return our calls on the house issues, and it looks as though we'll have managed to save enough to cover the sill replacement by the time they can schedule us in. And once that is done, we can repair the great, gaping HOLE in our house! Hooray! Okay then. That's lifted my mood from the stew. Time to go assemble my carrot cake now! Avaunt! |
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cluegirl |
8:37a | What's this? Clue's linking to some GOOD news for once? Yes. Yes, she bloody well is. UN unveils Network of Men to fight abuse of women UN Secretary-General Bn Ki-moon Ban Ki-moon said men's attitudes to women needed to change UN chief Ban Ki-moon has unveiled a Network of Men Leaders to act as male role models in a campaign opposing violence against women. He urged all men to join the campaign, saying about 70% of women experience some form of physical or sexual violence from men. The 14 men currently in the network include Spanish PM Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero and Archbishop Desmond Tutu. Wednesday is the International Day of Elimination of Violence Against Women. This is the 10th anniversary of the founding of the day. 'Global chorus' Italian Foreign Minister Franco Frattini, Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho and Norwegian Justice Minister Knut Storberget are also among those chosen for the new list. They had all demonstrated a commitment to oppose violence against women, said Mr Ban, adding that the group was expected to grow. "These men will add their voices to the growing global chorus for action," he said. Speaking at the UN headquarters in New York, the secretary-general called on men and boys around the world to join the campaign. Victim of violence (posed by model) Women are most at risk from violent partners or a man they know "Break the silence," he said. "When you witness violence against women and girls, do not sit back. Act. Advocate. Unite to change the practices and attitudes that incite, perpetrate and condone this violence." He said it was unacceptable that so many women experienced some form of physical or sexual violence from men - mostly from their husbands, intimate partners, or someone they knew. He said men must teach each other that real men do not violate or oppress women - and that a woman's place is not just in the home or in the fields but in schools, offices and boardrooms. Archbishop Desmond Tutu, the South African Nobel Peace Laureate, said: "You are a weak man if you use your physical superiority to assault and brutalise women. "I will continue fighting until the end of my days for the right of women and girls to live a life free from violence and abuse." |
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accioslash |
1:19a | Thirty Days of Spam...Day 25 - The Holidays Begin ( WriSoMiFu Day 25 - I need a vacation from my husband's vacation ) |
| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 | ||
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cluegirl |
10:09p | No diploma for you, Fattie! http://www.thedailybeast.com/cheat-shee You know, I'd still have a problem with this, even if they made UNDERWEIGHT students take the same 'health and fitness class' in order to graduate as the so-called "obese" students. Less of a problem, but still a problem. Because by this university's flawed standard? I am obese. Meaning that, had I given the school my thousands of dollars and four years of my life, I would be barred from graduating too. I am a size 14 - 16, and am over the 30 bmi limit. Methinks this university is going to spend a whole lot in legal fees, and soon! |
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awaywithpixies |
6:42p | ... where angels fear to tread... So tomorrow night I am doing something I never thought I'd ever, ever do in all my live long days. I'm going to a Britney Spears concert. I only paid $10 for my ticket on ebay, which is cheaper than a movie ticket, so really, it is the cheapest ticket in town. A girl at work paid $150 for hers for tonight's show, so she's miffed at me, lol. Call me... curious. I'm curious about the fans, I'm curious about this dramatised lip synched show, and anyway, it's certainly a talking point. So yeah, I'm literally going for shits and giggles, and purely for the entertainment value of the entire crowd. Hey, if I've had to sit through Lady Gaga, then I guess Britney in the same year is no biggie. Also amused that I'll have been to the Take That Circus Tour, and the Britney Spears Circus Tour all within a period of 5 months, lol. |