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( my Yule stocking )
Now, if only the turning of the year celebrations consisted predominantly of good thoughts, best intentions and virtual stockings, and candles, then I'd have a valid reason for not being apprehensive of that present-day madness marketed under the trade name of Christmas...
Now, if only the turning of the year celebrations consisted predominantly of good thoughts, best intentions and virtual stockings, and candles, then I'd have a valid reason for not being apprehensive of that present-day madness marketed under the trade name of Christmas...
Random ramblings of contentment....
Dec. 10th, 2006 02:23 amThere's a lot to be content about. *purrs* It's always nice to get paid for a job, even better when one can spend the money on something nice. Walked to town today - longest walk since the back surgery - felt good. (I hope the back agrees with me tomorrow, too*g*). Bought a Pratchett Discworld book I haven't read yet (very nice) and a cordless keyboard&mouse (ooh, joy of no more fretting about assorted furries getting tangled in wires). Is weird how one's priorities shift - I had the cordless keyboard on to-buy list, but one and a half months at home unable to sit down and yelling at cats and the dog to pretty goddamn please keep away from the assorted cords (see, when one cannot sit, the keyboard ON the laptop is not very comfy to use) and dragging the damn bunch with me every time I moved anywhere made me realize that I WANT IT NOW. I'm enjoying it presently. A LOT.
Then there's the fact that I am apparently able to stay up for longer than 6 hours at a stretch and actually watch stuff. The result is lots of love.
( Cut for my fannish polyamory )
Also, today, there was a good movie by the title Stage Beauty. I'd say it was well worth watching.
Ooh, the world has been good to me today. Hope it keeps up this way *g*.
Then there's the fact that I am apparently able to stay up for longer than 6 hours at a stretch and actually watch stuff. The result is lots of love.
( Cut for my fannish polyamory )
Also, today, there was a good movie by the title Stage Beauty. I'd say it was well worth watching.
Ooh, the world has been good to me today. Hope it keeps up this way *g*.
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Dec. 8th, 2006 05:42 pmAt the best, all things christmass-y and me, we get out of each other's way. But, well, some gifts look nice *grins*.
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Dec. 4th, 2006 08:18 pmThank you for the many happy hours spent reading your fabulous stories!
All the best wishes!
Honey, I'm home....
Nov. 30th, 2006 02:33 pm...or in other words, modern medicine hath cut me up, fixed some bits and sewn me up again. And they let me come home today. With all due respect for the modern medicine, unless I'm the one in blue scrubs and wielding the weapons, I prefer getting out of hospitals as soon as possible.
( Read more... )
I'm touched and glad and very grateful for everyone for their good wishes. *hugs* Thank you!
And man, am I glad to be home!
( Also, I'm apparently an armchair. )
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I'm touched and glad and very grateful for everyone for their good wishes. *hugs* Thank you!
And man, am I glad to be home!
( Also, I'm apparently an armchair. )
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Nov. 22nd, 2006 06:36 amWell, I've had a nice productive night uploading my ficcy bits and ends to the new Highlander Fiction Archive. I'm feeling a bit like a child who has suddenly spoken out loud in a company of adults... posting ficcy stuff on lj is one thing, but An Archive is, like, serious *grins sheepishly*. I'm also a bit surprised that I had quite so many ficcy bits, though of course 1000 words is already something of a long story for me. Did not upload Sleeping Sun ... I really should try to write more of it, not just roll it around in my head.
Anyways, it's half past 6 am here...wonder if I should go sleep, or just stay up... this staying at home has allowed my body to adapt the sleep schedule it considers normal (which is a night owl's), but maybe I should try to get back to the 'outer word normal'.
Hmm, and tomorrow's the neurosurgeon's appointment ...wonder what he'll say about my back.
Maybe I should have some more coffee.
Anyways, it's half past 6 am here...wonder if I should go sleep, or just stay up... this staying at home has allowed my body to adapt the sleep schedule it considers normal (which is a night owl's), but maybe I should try to get back to the 'outer word normal'.
Hmm, and tomorrow's the neurosurgeon's appointment ...wonder what he'll say about my back.
Maybe I should have some more coffee.
Two drabbles for Highlander100 Challenge
Nov. 19th, 2006 11:31 pmFor the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
highlander100 challenge #117 Pretty in Pink
Thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparklebutch for, you know, everything.
Characters: Caspian (I think that could also double as a warning)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing. Though Caspian in my head makes me...hungry.
Title: Hunger
Warning: Tad disturbing imagery.
He’s mesmerized by the pink tongue nervously licking pink lips. They are all so… alive. Life, crowding beneath their skin, blushing, struggling to escape.
The wriggling has heated up the life in this one, flushed, breathy. The cold hunger in him wakes, rises, NEEDS. Once he had it too, the pink, fragile, warm life. They took it, gave instead the cold blue fire that burns, heals, drives.
He hungers to let the life out in pink frothy bubbles on pale lips. Bite the twitching flesh, swallow the life. Let it warm him, for a while.
Caspian reaches for the knife.
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100 words
For thehighlander100 challenge #117 Pretty in Pink
Characters: Kronos
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing.
Title: Once Upon A Time
Warning: Better skip it, if the concept of Kronos being human once squicks you.
Once upon a time a chubby baby more prone to giggles than crying was named "Rosy-cheeks" by his mother, despite being found under the eagle’s nest, which could have definitely prompted for a manlier usename.
Once a young boy, all angular coltish grace, blushed when another’s eyes looked deep into his.
Once a young warrior moved silently through the winter woods, flushed with cold and the joy of the hunt.
Kronos, though, will deny it. The warrior's dead and that which became Kronos erased the boy’s footprints from the sands of time. After all, he is the End of Time.
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100 words
highlander100 challenge #117 Pretty in PinkThank you to
sparklebutch for, you know, everything.Characters: Caspian (I think that could also double as a warning)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing. Though Caspian in my head makes me...hungry.
Title: Hunger
Warning: Tad disturbing imagery.
He’s mesmerized by the pink tongue nervously licking pink lips. They are all so… alive. Life, crowding beneath their skin, blushing, struggling to escape.
The wriggling has heated up the life in this one, flushed, breathy. The cold hunger in him wakes, rises, NEEDS. Once he had it too, the pink, fragile, warm life. They took it, gave instead the cold blue fire that burns, heals, drives.
He hungers to let the life out in pink frothy bubbles on pale lips. Bite the twitching flesh, swallow the life. Let it warm him, for a while.
Caspian reaches for the knife.
_______________________
100 words
For the
highlander100 challenge #117 Pretty in PinkCharacters: Kronos
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing.
Title: Once Upon A Time
Warning: Better skip it, if the concept of Kronos being human once squicks you.
Once upon a time a chubby baby more prone to giggles than crying was named "Rosy-cheeks" by his mother, despite being found under the eagle’s nest, which could have definitely prompted for a manlier usename.
Once a young boy, all angular coltish grace, blushed when another’s eyes looked deep into his.
Once a young warrior moved silently through the winter woods, flushed with cold and the joy of the hunt.
Kronos, though, will deny it. The warrior's dead and that which became Kronos erased the boy’s footprints from the sands of time. After all, he is the End of Time.
_______________________
100 words
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Nov. 19th, 2006 05:18 pm( Memeage. It's called distraction. Or possibly, procrastination. Or both. )
( cut for personal whining )
OTOH, the Universe delivers love and happiness every day. For example, Peter Wingfield in a silver sleevless top. Dancing. In a wonderful trashy-flashy songvid to Madonna.
Plus, you know what really got me with that songvid? The green-coated docs in the surgery at first, tapping their foot to the music and doind theinappropriate hand gestures. Because, well, *snorfle* I think listening to music while doing surgery tends to be quite universal amongst human and veterinary surgeons. I cannot say anything about real life human med, but as to vets, I've kinda seen/been part of a similar scene for several times. Without the flashy costumes, sure, and only after the surgery's mostly done, but, just, the dancing in green scrubs and stripping to music was damn familiar. *snickers* It may well be of course, that I've just had the luck and joy to work with the wackiest vets in the whole world. But then, it's all to the good. *grins*
And if it turns out that the damn back thingy will be much aggravated by the office job, I'm bloody well going to go back to practice. Not because of the surgery dance possibilities *g* (I'm an internal med kinda gal myself, mostly), but because a)less sedentary work, though maybe not much less backbreaking and b)if one's body gives signals of breaking down in places, it better break down doing what's interesting and what matters. Or something.
( cut for personal whining )
OTOH, the Universe delivers love and happiness every day. For example, Peter Wingfield in a silver sleevless top. Dancing. In a wonderful trashy-flashy songvid to Madonna.
Plus, you know what really got me with that songvid? The green-coated docs in the surgery at first, tapping their foot to the music and doind the
And if it turns out that the damn back thingy will be much aggravated by the office job, I'm bloody well going to go back to practice. Not because of the surgery dance possibilities *g* (I'm an internal med kinda gal myself, mostly), but because a)less sedentary work, though maybe not much less backbreaking and b)if one's body gives signals of breaking down in places, it better break down doing what's interesting and what matters. Or something.
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Nov. 4th, 2006 01:18 amMininano-ing? Drabbling? Ficlet-ing? Hmm, that sounds like ... bloodletting. Might be also healthy if not taken to extremes.
Ok, to the point. I seem to recall I had one. Ah, yes.
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Kronos
Disclaimer: Not mine, if recognizable.
100 words
Notes:Inspired byhighlander100 challenge "Chaos and Order"
Tied down, immobile, the blindfold the final touch sending him tumbling out of himself, through the churning panic, twisting, into the chaos.
For an infinite moment there’s only the power-laden swirling nothingness. He’s devoured, unravelled, consumed in it. Lost, suffocated, trapped.
Then the pain comes, a glorious, brilliant thread, gathering him together. Raising him high on the waves, to ride the surging chaos. Up, to reach the apex, poised for one shimmering second before coming crashing down.
Down in jumbled pieces, an endless fall... Caught, steadied by familiar hands, restored to reality and order, shaking. Safe. Until the next ride.
Ok, to the point. I seem to recall I had one. Ah, yes.
Fandom: Highlander
Characters: Kronos
Disclaimer: Not mine, if recognizable.
100 words
Notes:Inspired by
highlander100 challenge "Chaos and Order"Tied down, immobile, the blindfold the final touch sending him tumbling out of himself, through the churning panic, twisting, into the chaos.
For an infinite moment there’s only the power-laden swirling nothingness. He’s devoured, unravelled, consumed in it. Lost, suffocated, trapped.
Then the pain comes, a glorious, brilliant thread, gathering him together. Raising him high on the waves, to ride the surging chaos. Up, to reach the apex, poised for one shimmering second before coming crashing down.
Down in jumbled pieces, an endless fall... Caught, steadied by familiar hands, restored to reality and order, shaking. Safe. Until the next ride.
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Nov. 3rd, 2006 01:10 amIt's a bit past midnight here, to be honest, but my timesense has always forgotten to begin the new day at 00:00 precisely...
Fandom:Highlander
Characters: Methos
Disclaimer: Not mine
How would a 5000-year-old man celebrate All Souls'?
( so, some Methos-y words regarding the holiday )
Fandom:Highlander
Characters: Methos
Disclaimer: Not mine
How would a 5000-year-old man celebrate All Souls'?
( so, some Methos-y words regarding the holiday )
Mininano and good habits. Also, challenge.
Nov. 1st, 2006 11:46 pmFor the highlander100 114th Challenge All Hallows, also in the spirit of mini_nanowrimo
Fandom: Highlander, obviously.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if recognisable.
100 words of ... hmm... shippy sap?
Socks and the sword, the black jeans will do, the sweater, the coat, mustn’t forget the good single malt, picked with care the day before.
Lock the door, down the street, he has somewhere to be. Round the corner, he finds himself whistling, he comes bearing gifts, but he’s no Greek to be wary of.
Though, when in Rome… what’s that they say?
He knocks.
"Trick or treat?" to the opening door.
"I can never guess with you," amusement in the answer, welcoming.
"I forgot the mask," he offers.
"Good," the brilliant smile a promise, "You don’t need one here."
highlander100 114th Challenge All Hallows, also in the spirit of mini_nanowrimoFandom: Highlander, obviously.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if recognisable.
100 words of ... hmm... shippy sap?
Socks and the sword, the black jeans will do, the sweater, the coat, mustn’t forget the good single malt, picked with care the day before.
Lock the door, down the street, he has somewhere to be. Round the corner, he finds himself whistling, he comes bearing gifts, but he’s no Greek to be wary of.
Though, when in Rome… what’s that they say?
He knocks.
"Trick or treat?" to the opening door.
"I can never guess with you," amusement in the answer, welcoming.
"I forgot the mask," he offers.
"Good," the brilliant smile a promise, "You don’t need one here."
Holiday wishes
Nov. 1st, 2006 12:11 amHappygoodquietcontemplative etc Halloween/All Souls'/Samhain/cold dark October eve/not so cold dark October evening/ something else of your choice...
*lights a candle*
*lights a candle*
Good habits, vol.3
Oct. 31st, 2006 10:48 pmI was, well, umm, sleeping yesterday. Not cultivating writing habits. Trying to be better today...
A double drabble forhighlander100 All Souls' challenge (#114)
100 words x 2
Title:There’s Always Two Sides to Every Story..
Fandom: Duh. Highlander, I mean:)
Disclaimer: Like usually, nothing I have is really mine.
(Permanent sticky) Note: thank yousparklebutch
( It was a cold, dark October night... )
A double drabble for
highlander100 All Souls' challenge (#114)100 words x 2
Title:There’s Always Two Sides to Every Story..
Fandom: Duh. Highlander, I mean:)
Disclaimer: Like usually, nothing I have is really mine.
(Permanent sticky) Note: thank you
sparklebutch( It was a cold, dark October night... )
Cultivating good habits, day two:
Oct. 29th, 2006 10:59 pmsparklebutch has this icon with three knights...and he pokes.Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just using them for my own dirty ends.
Notes:Set in
sparklebutch's D/M/K AU and inspired by his icon. I guess this one's not crack, but smut. Thank you sparklebutch for poking, and looking, and all the stuff. All mistakes are mine, if you spot a typo, please be yelling out at me:)( clicky )
It's wonderful to have friends...
Oct. 28th, 2006 10:27 pmI was contemplating whether joining Mini_nanowrimo would be a good idea, you know, in a good-habit-cultivating-way. To be poked, to write. And stuff. And then sparklebutch helpfully poked, and holde_maid said "Fire", and Cali wrote a handful of words and felt better.
Which I'm posting before I get to feel silly...and forget to cultivate good habits. Maybe I could do 100 words a day *muses*.
105 words of random Highlander (like you couldn't guess:)):
He was tired, cold and feeling grumpy. The rain was split-splattering down, and the damp seemed to creep into every nook and cranny. The wind howled in the darkness.
A dark outline with a raised sword silhouetted against the background of dimly-lit alleyway was just an added annoyance.
That was certainly NOT a good time for a challenge. Those youngsters, they called it the Game, and still wanted to play in such conditions? Dumb gits.
Definitely a smart move to call for a time out. After all, he had a dinner, a book and a fire waiting. "Pause Game," he thought, and squeezed the trigger.
sparklebutch helpfully poked, and holde_maid said "Fire", and Cali wrote a handful of words and felt better. Which I'm posting before I get to feel silly...and forget to cultivate good habits. Maybe I could do 100 words a day *muses*.
105 words of random Highlander (like you couldn't guess:)):
He was tired, cold and feeling grumpy. The rain was split-splattering down, and the damp seemed to creep into every nook and cranny. The wind howled in the darkness.
A dark outline with a raised sword silhouetted against the background of dimly-lit alleyway was just an added annoyance.
That was certainly NOT a good time for a challenge. Those youngsters, they called it the Game, and still wanted to play in such conditions? Dumb gits.
Definitely a smart move to call for a time out. After all, he had a dinner, a book and a fire waiting. "Pause Game," he thought, and squeezed the trigger.
Le big sigh
Oct. 28th, 2006 05:11 pmHuh. A stretch of a rather frantic worky time should be over now, or at least I hope so. Meaning that after recuperating, I might be able to return to important things in life, like fandom, and fic and backlog of the aforementioned...well, you get the picture. Also, chat. Which I had withdrawal symptoms of. And the backache might wanna go away, too.
We've been having rather stormy weather around Estonia and Finland and the Baltic sea, with storm warnings, and ship traffic paused, and sea level rising. So far I hear no big damage in the news...and here it's just been howling wind and some snowy slush and beautiful sky with cloud rags screeching over the skyline like maniacs. The beautiful stuff. Makes me half want to be in the summer house by the sea - autumn storms are really beautiful there in some ways. But I sure am glad our storms are just tiny, and we don't get any of those tropical monsters up here.
Also, on an unrelated note, it's so much fun when you discover that someone you've known on the lines of uni and vet profession and stuff knows HL, and not only know, but has once upon a time been fannish about. Even in this small remote corner of the world. Makes one all warm and fuzzy inside. And ready to share the DVDs *grin*.
ETA: In the connection of the abovementioned fact, in chat withsparklebutch and holde_maid the need for some secure method of ID'ing the fans was put forward. We discussed the relative merits of advanced communicating bracelets (to the betterment of taking over the world) and a tattoo as a marker. We could not decide where the tattoo should be, though. The idea of a dragon on butt has some serious pro factors, as in loyalty, beauty and comfort sense, but could be hard to display. But then, one could always design pants/trousers/skirt with a comfy, see-through window. Hmmm. *Cali contemplates another dragon tattoo* Whaddaya think?
Also, if anyone should ever try to tell you that the concept of 'manana' can only be applied to certain southern-europe-hispanic countries, don't buy it. It's a damn valid concept in certain high-welfare societies situated up north on a rocky peninsula. Believe me, I've experienced it, to my detriment. Argh.
We've been having rather stormy weather around Estonia and Finland and the Baltic sea, with storm warnings, and ship traffic paused, and sea level rising. So far I hear no big damage in the news...and here it's just been howling wind and some snowy slush and beautiful sky with cloud rags screeching over the skyline like maniacs. The beautiful stuff. Makes me half want to be in the summer house by the sea - autumn storms are really beautiful there in some ways. But I sure am glad our storms are just tiny, and we don't get any of those tropical monsters up here.
Also, on an unrelated note, it's so much fun when you discover that someone you've known on the lines of uni and vet profession and stuff knows HL, and not only know, but has once upon a time been fannish about. Even in this small remote corner of the world. Makes one all warm and fuzzy inside. And ready to share the DVDs *grin*.
ETA: In the connection of the abovementioned fact, in chat with
sparklebutch and holde_maid the need for some secure method of ID'ing the fans was put forward. We discussed the relative merits of advanced communicating bracelets (to the betterment of taking over the world) and a tattoo as a marker. We could not decide where the tattoo should be, though. The idea of a dragon on butt has some serious pro factors, as in loyalty, beauty and comfort sense, but could be hard to display. But then, one could always design pants/trousers/skirt with a comfy, see-through window. Hmmm. *Cali contemplates another dragon tattoo* Whaddaya think?Also, if anyone should ever try to tell you that the concept of 'manana' can only be applied to certain southern-europe-hispanic countries, don't buy it. It's a damn valid concept in certain high-welfare societies situated up north on a rocky peninsula. Believe me, I've experienced it, to my detriment. Argh.
