so. I have to write for khr_undercover. I have to write for bedtimepuri. I have to get started, help me please, on my big bang fic for drive_a. And all my brain is offering me is a swordfight between Ogata and Hikaru.

I know I owe people a lot of people drabbles for a lot of prompts, but they are all lost in the murky depths of my LJ. Give me new ideas! New prompts! Hopefully they will kickstart my creative energy! If not then maybe I will at least write you a one-sentence fic!

And erm, Tenipuri and KHR prompts particularly urgent, but feel free to request anything in any fandom you think I may know.






Also attn: Australian and NZ anime fans, the Sydney Anime and Manga Show is running a fanfiction competition, details here. The deadline is in like 26 hours, but hey, it's Saturday! Anyone can write 2000 words in a single Saturday quite easily, right?

As an incentive or a disincentive, I am apparently one of the judges for this event. At least until the organisers realise the gaping holes in my anime knowledge. (Yu-Gi-Oh what? Sailor Moon what?)

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Think I might go ahead and buy tickets for this evening 7:35 show at The Grande (Four Seasons). Wanna join me?

No shower this morning means I'm not going to feel alert all day. Poke me if it's urgent! (Literally)

Вечная память
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Not hugely original, but I just felt like it. 12 lines from films, all of which have something in common. Can you guess the film?

4/ Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink.
6/ What better revolutionary example than to let their president perish in the inhuman dungeon of his own imperialist prison.



1/ It was the nicest little whorehouse you ever saw! - Best Little Whorehouse In Texas, guessed by Old Nick
2/ One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal. - In Bruges, got by Amelia
3/ I bet you want to know why I shot the bastard - Chicago, guessed by Amelia
5/ Wish you could see the headlines, "British agent murders beautiful Russian spy, then commits suicide." - From Russia With Love, guessed by Old Nick
7/ "See that Major Strasser gets a good table, one close to the ladies."
"I have already given him the best, knowing he is German and would take it anyway." - Casablaca, got by Dave Jones and Old Nick
8/ I made one mistake in my life; I should have burned Berlin. - Waterloo, got by Old Nick and Russ
9/ There is nothing wrong with poor people. I get elected by poor people. - Sweet Home Alabama, got by Alan
10/ I'd say the odds against a successful escape are about 100 to one. But may I add another word, Colonel? The odds against survival in this camp are even worse. - Bridge On The River Kwai, guessed by Old Nick
11/ What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?" - Grosse Point Blank, guessed by JK
12/ I'm not a greedy man. Not looking to get rich quick. Besides, fifty thousand is a lot for what you wanted me to find out. Could just as well put a bullet in my head as cough it up, see? But ten? Ten thousand is civilized. Ten is something we both can live with. - Once Upon A Time In Mexico, guessed by Dessie

How come it can't detect my location?
The pinkback think is stupid as well as the note thing.

Insomnia kicked in again so I rooted around my saved files and drudged up a couple poems from 2006. They are, incidentally, the last two poems I remember composing. Both were written in class, probably during November. ( I am pretty sure I have linked to the first one before )

"They broke the army."

Thanx to pecunium

Happy birthday, snippy

I was pretty into cross-stitching, making of friendship-band, etc in the past!
Trendy mah, that time.
Oddly, this morning I dreamt of something: an unfinished cross-stitch of mine.

This, I dug from the under of my bed just now!


It was supposed to be DIANA but I stopped at DIA many years back (at least 6 years ago?). It has little yellow spots now but my mom said I can handwash the stains away.

And since I'm free like a bird now, I shall attempt to get it completed, washed & framed up for my new bedroom. So excited la, I hope I still remember how to do it!

D is for Diploma
I is for Indian
A is for Angel
N is for Nurse
Then it's back to A for Angel
;)

Needle ready, get set, go!

LoudTwitter apparently does not work anymore, so it appears I never check livejournal.  Point, LoudTwitter!

In lieu of a real update, let's pretend that nothing interesting has happened in weeks.  Cough.  Went to Lawrence today and found a Dashiell Hammett Omnibus from 1935, with three novels.  For four bucks. 

That's all for now.  

I indulged in a guilty pleasure I've not partaken of in quite some time, and that is fnding and reading the journal of a person I don't like. Of course, I posted nothing to her and will think naught of her but to hope she sorts things out for herself and leaver her to it. Let crazy ass rabid utterly dysfuntional raving lunitics lie.

I used to chuckle and use it as sort of a therapy. If I'm the only kook in the otherkin community who isn't a kook (not the case, btw), so be it. I at least have enough sense to think that the unfiltered ravings of my journal may not be literal... I at least have the sense not to run around picking fights and then posting 20 page long entries about what a wreched victim I am...

But tonight, I reflected a bit... There is, I will admit, an element I miss. I miss the sense of adventure... A certain few seem to be really convinced of a fantastical story involving real space aliens, magic, gateways and all sorts of political intrigue. Sure, my personal mythology involves space aliens. Hell, it involved a group of young space aliens who started out, were formed energetically, on another planet and spent their formitive decades being socialized and trained for specific purpses. It was choolhouse Another Fucking Planet. We were energy beings, wights of that landscape, training under supervison to become people who'd perform some rather down and dirty missions throught and between any incrnations. Many of us incarnated as elves, very tied to the land... And I suspect we did it here on Earth, perhaps in its formitive stages. We might have been something like the first major batch of wights. From there, we did eventually icarnate as humans, but we often stuck with other types of creatures, and many of us somehow managed to show up as things that were of mixed vibration, like half elf half human. By now, our energetic bags are so mixed, individually, it's really a crap shoot as to what we are exactly. We're people, energy, souls... whatever. If we fit anywhere at this point, it might be inside a rock or outside the rock and the funny human hugging the damn thing.


My personal mythology has so much more, even some humor.

But ya know, I have this understanding that, while it may be literal, it might simply be my crative imagination. The human mind a a wonderful story teller. It might be a fake way to understand real thoughts and feeling I carry. It may be some strange old familia agroge I've tapped into. Anything's possible.

But I miss their sense of adventure, the sense that came from being dumb enough to think of it all as literal and true and generally playing games in the astral plane.... Heck, we really did work with energy and read one another, though the readings, I suspect, weren't too reliable. But it was fun and, at the time, meaningful to me. I guess what I'm saying is that it wasn't all bad, and there are parts I miss.

And yet, my "true form" (whatever that means) has black skin, sometimes talons and sometimes phantome cloathing. lol Sometimes the cloathghing olds weaponds, blades, no fire arms or explosives. Wy? Who in the fuck is going ot get me? lol Might be me being defensive and expressing that in my "astral body" as its often called. Seems this form lends itself to defense... Psychic self defense has been a theme in my life.

Speaking of which, I keep getting these insane urges to go out and spar. I have no fighting skill irl accept anything that may be left over from some martial arts I took when I was a kid... meaning... nothing is left over. lol On a similar note, I miss those adventure dreams I used ot have. Many of them played like role playing games or animes, all very fun. I'd often wake up feeling like I'd been somewhere, sometimes even wore out in a strange way. Perhaps if I state my will to myself enough, I can go back ot having those things. :)

At the close of a very fine reappraisal of Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut (on the 10th anniversary of its release), Anthony at RVAmag.com reminds of what else was in theatres in '99 (the ones I've bolded are particular recommendations for those who've not seen them): 

 




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What is your favorite...

Fruit: Just about any melon.
Vegetable: A tie between artichokes, fresh peas in the pod and bell pepper.
Fruit that disguises itself as a vegetable: Avocados.
Berries: Strawberries!
Cheese: Cream cheese with garlic ;) Port Salut. LOVE Port Salut.
Wine: I love a good fruity white. I'm not one for dry wines, I like them sweet!
Chocolate: Dark chocolate, preferably with nuts. Yummy!
Cuisine: Variety is the spice of life! I love Mexican, Thai, Syrian and Italian.
Seafood: I'm not that much into seafood, but I do like shrimps and salmon.
Meat: No preference. It all depends on how it's prepared.
Legumes: Legumes? What on earth is that. *looks it up in the dictionary* Ah! Got it. DEFINITELY peas in the pod. Not even any contest there. That's my favourite part of summer.
Bread: Something with a lot of seeds or nuts. Walnut bread is delicious, and I've found the best rye bread with sunflower seeds. Yummy!
Pasta: Again no preference. It all depends on how it's prepared
Dessert: Ice cream is always good :) So's strawberries with cream and sugar :-D
Coffee drink: Something that's sweet and milky. I have a definite soft spot for a café latte with a shot of tsiramisu syrup and whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top :D. A good cappuccino is great too though. Unfortunately they seldom put as much milk-froth on top as I'd like.

That reminds me. We have all of one Starbucks in Denmark, and it's past customs in Copenhagen airport, so I've never been. I'm expecting to MORE than get the chance to remedy this when in NYC, so please flist, inform me - what drink do I absolutely have to try?

Title: Explanations

Author: cnd83

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own the Doctor and Donna.

Summary: the Doctor wakes up and has to explain his dream to Donna

A/N: this is a little sequel to space dreams that katherine_b asked me to write, using flattery and sexy icons...




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I am inspiring people!

From Ian:

the Penguin is the bar man and he's talking to a troubled soul, who's been wandering the streets. The guy asks what the blue badge the penguine had on was all about.

"International symbole for a shape Shifter". The Penguin told him.

"You're a shape shifter? the man explained, I just thought you were ...
..."

"A Talking Penguin." The bird finished. "I get that a lot, hence the badge."



There needs to be more penguin stories.

I can use one word to describe the 6th Harry Potter film: ( Intimate. )

I have to stop typing now, because this is getting to a ridiculous length. Anyway, it's brilliant fun. Go see it. At this point, if movie 7 and 8 improves at the rate the movies are improving, I might like the films better than the books. It's certainly making me like the books more, at the moment. It's all the wonder and the characterization and the detail of this world that JKR made, but with prettier imagery than JKR's prose ever came close to being. Her prose was never the match of her imagination. In the films, finally, we are seeing the story presented in a medium that is.

ETA: How could I forget the unicorn? THAT UNICORN. I don't know why it's there, in Hogwarts, in that room, but oh I love that it is.

So, I'm not much up-to-speed with Christian Mythology, but I have read the book of Genesis. And IIRC, the snake's punishment for tempting Eve to eat the apple of knowledge (or whatever fruit it was-- I've heard compelling arguments made for fig, pomegranate, and even banana) was that he had to crawl around on the ground on his belly for the rest of his days, yadda yadda.

Which is why it has always greatly puzzled me that every painting of the infamous Temptation Event shows the snake as we know him today, a crawling, legless serpent. Granted, he's usually wrapped around the tree rather than crawling on the ground, but that's not really the point, is it? I mean, snakes can climb today, too. The point is that before God's punishment, the snake must have /looked different/. I've always assumed he used to have arms and legs, as strange as that sounds, and that he walked upright, more cartoon dinosaur than snake. I also suppose he could have been a lizard of some kind (minus the eyelids, which is the true distinguishing difference between snakes and lizards).

Last night, however, it occurred to me that perhaps the snake originally had not only limbs but wings. In fact, the Serpent may have been none other than the widely-popular mythical dragon, often represented as either evil or as a keeper of knowledge-- or both. Can't you just imagine such a thing? And for his sin, God took away his glory, his ability to walk or fly as he chose, his speech, his wisdom, leaving us with only a distant memory of the incredible creature that snakes once were (the dragon is usually, of course, represented as a winged lizard, but it could have been a winged snake instead, especially the Eastern dragon. And if the dragon was a snake, his lack of eyelids might explain something of his reputation for vigilance and near-omniscience).


OK, I /really/ need to stop reading Tom Robbins into the wee hours, don't I?


Speaking of reptilian things, it's summer here in SD, and that means a plague of teeny-tiny black ants coming into the kitchen to guzzle at the sink. I was actually quite happy when I saw the swarm. My first thought? "Oooh, lizard foods!" Delivery, no less. My lizard-feeding method is now much easier than before. 1) Dip hand into stream of ants. 2) Get ants on hand. 3) Walk swiftly to lizard lair. 4) Flick ants off of hand into enclosure. Voila happy lizards (or at least well-fed lizards. I can, sadly, only tell that they've been eating well because they poo on me when I lift them up for their periodic inspections. Ah well).

And yet again, I'm still at the computer and not nearly ready for bed and it's after midnight. Books await me-- farewell for now!!

So. I'm weird. This is not news.

Somehow, Jesse and I got onto the topic of penguin hugs and this was written. I don't want to lose it so here:


It was cold, and slimy, and smelled vaguely of fish. And yet, it was the only touch I had known in so long.

With my eyes closed, I could pretend it was simply a humpback midget, possibly Albanian since there wasn't an inch of skin not covered in hair.

And regardless, of the species, that little tuxedo meant he was better dressed than half my usual dates

"Oh Pingu," I whispered hoarsely, trying my best to quell my emotions, "how will I ever know it's you?" Even though I was filled with love, I knew then that I had to be practical. Murmuring an apology, I reached back and took out my earring, a remnant from my hippie days, and as quickly as I could manage, pierced the fin. The pain and suffering in those deep black eyes were more than I could take

In shame, I plunged myself into the icy arctic waters. The cold hit me like a wall, knocking the breath out of my lungs. My body was desperate to struggle, find the surface, but I fought back, and let myself sink slowly into the frigid depths

Just as I had finally accepted my fate, longing for that nothingness, I felt a sharp pain along my legs. In shock, I looked down to see penguins everywhere, their mouths holding onto me, biting deeply. The water was soon tinged with my blood, but before too long, I was dragged back to my suicidal perch, my penguin love by my side.

There was no need for words, as my mournful eyes asked, "why?" In kind, his eyes responded, because I love you.

It was those thoughts that comforted me throughout the night, and in the morning, my skin dessicated, my body frozen to the tundra, I gave my love one last smile.

THE END

It's late. Well, not so much in my standards lately. But I'm tired. I had a long day. I was supposed to get picked up by my dad, but he decided to send his ex-girlfriend who now lives with him's daughter to pick me up after she dropped her mom off at chemo. Then we went kind of half-assed shopping and since her mom's chemo was gonna take so long, my dad ended up coming to get me from the store, which is right next to my house. Then a long ass drive to a gas station area in Indio where we got groceries and oil, and I swear to god my face was going to melt off from the heat. Then we drove more, I got tired and took a nap for 30 minutes. Woke up and me and my dad started blasting music on the way the Arizona. We finally got there (here) and it was storming and the river was moving horrendously fast. The river, by the way, is the border between California and Arizona. So when the river stopped moving and lightning stopped striking, we were good. It was 120F outside. fuck that. So we went to dinner, where I broke my alli diet by getting the least fattening thing there: fried chicken and criss cut fries. I feel like crap for doing it, too. But I'll be good from now on. I just have to learn to control myself. Then I watched about 2 hours of LA Ink in the living room while my dad went with his best friend (whose river house it is) to walk the ugly/cute dog. No boat ride tonight on the river because everyone was too tired since when they FINALLY got back, we watched Seven Pounds, which I had to explain to them. Now I'm in the dark in the same room as my dad, watching That 70's Show, and I'm tired as fuck, but I don't want to go to sleep. My period had better be gone by tomorrow morning, goddammit.
I LOOKED GOOOOOOD TODAY!.
:D

has Kayla and Jason on the bottom.

waiting for my little toon to finish planting cotton.

This company http://pubint.com/ is interested in publishing one of my photos in a book. Should I?