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Home, sweet room [11 Jul 2009|02:14pm] It's actually kind of nice to come home from vacation while there's still a bit of summer left. And this weekend is The Big Weekend in Cambridge. Markets! Concerts! Strange French food! Whee! Stopped by last night to see Abba the Show. Good fun. :) Went to Bulgaria for one week with my extended family (parents, brother, dad's brother, uncle's wife, their kids, kids' gfs, in-laws...), 18 people all in all. Stayed in Nes(s)ebar, a slightly less touristy city than neighbour Sunny Beach, but still touristy enough by far. I think the locals were more fluent in German than English, but they knew both better than I know Bulgarian. :P My accent went downhill while I was there, though... it just seemed easier to use the one or two words that were needed and not wrap it in verbs and pronouns and articles. ("Bigger size? Green?") Pronounciation was optional as well. And this is what I learned of the Cyrillic alphabeth, based on various receipts, menus, signs and drink lists: Reverse N > ee b with a hat > b 3 > some kind of s or z sound, I think Pi sign without any toes > p Square-looking W without toe > sh Ø with vertical line > f P > R C > S Apart from that, there were markets, Mastika, pay-as-you-tan beaches, and food of varying quality. (Warning: there might be TMI in the rest of this paragraph.) I got a stomach bug, possibly from very deep-fried chicken wings. I didn't get sick, I was just very regular for a few days. XD ("Oh, look, it's been 1 hour 47 minutes since I last ate... time to look for a bathroom.") The daily routine of breakfast, walking around at random, lunch, sunbathing, treating sunburns, dinner, sleep, was only broken up by one trip to Sunny Beach for some kind of important sports event that they showed on a big screen, and a day-trip by catamaran to Sozopol. Sozopol was like a miniature Nessebar. My most exotic experience on the whole trip happened there, though: a toilet that consisted of a bidet set into the floor. (Squat toilet, says Wikipedia.) I have no idea how people use those without stripping from the waist down... After that, I went back to Norway and spent the second week with just the core family units, on the island my dad is from. The sign I bought him for the house survived all the travelling. :) The radio I bought for mum unfortunately decided life wasn't worth living. Have to return that while I still have Amazon's 30-day guarantee. I wonder if other people who live abroad (as in, some other country than the one they're from) get odd things when they visit their vaterland. In my partly unpacked luggage there is: - Two mops w/handle - A Tupperware Quick Chef - Tea - Dry-wipes for the mop handle - Herring - Cloudberries Don't tell anyone, but I'm going to bribe my boss with the cloudberries. XD I haven't really used my computer much for the last two weeks. Didn't bring it to Bulgaria, and my dad and my brother took up all the space at the table with their own the last week. So the plot bunnes have been quietly breeding and staying fit in my head. And now I keep thinking that I want to write a book series like Animorphs or something, i.e. the same format of short books. And I want to involve the AI that another character of mine created. The thing is, it feels like a book series aimed at a teenage audience. Which likely means that I'll need teenage protagonists. I was never a teenager. My mind stayed firmly rooted at 12 until I was around 20, when most of it jumped straight to 85. (Kids these days are nothing but trouble, by the way.) I don't think I can write teenage characters convincingly. They'd probably be interested in girlfriends/boyfriends and other things I know nothing about. :-| Shoot!

Kröd Mändoon [18 Jun 2009|08:14pm] [ mood | amused ] Kröd Mändoon: good for a cheap laugh. So cheap, in fact, that you don't really want to know where it's been, or what it's made of. 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Heh. [25 May 2009|11:11am] So apparently, fanfiction.net re-opened the Boy Meets Boy area. And I got a review. :D The following review has been submitted to: Babysitting Chapter: 2 From: Aredeya () ------------------- it was not good. not horrible, but really kindof bad. Your unspecific criticism is appreciated. No, really. :P 4 Shot ..... Shoot!

Beer! [20 May 2009|10:21pm] [ mood | drunk ] Cambridge Beer Festival = lots of fun! Going there on a Wednesday = possibly less fun on Thursday. :-| But seriously, me on a beer festival? How did that happen? England has changed me. But for the better. :) Not just in the slight elevation of my alcohol tolerance. Being social here is... different from Norway. Going to a party in Norway almost always means that I'm only there for half the party, for the pre-party. When everyone goes "out", to the noisy clubs and whatnot, I go to bed. I used to blame my hypersensitive hearing and the pain loud music causes me. And that's still true, I can't handle loud music. It's not just a dislike, it's physical, awful pain, like being smacked over both ears with two flat hands in rhythm with the music. Not fun! Here, the music in pubs and such is usually at a tolerable level, if there's music at all. But at the beer festival, everyone were tipsy/drunk, cheerful and polite. In Norway, people would be more likely to be wasted, cheerful and happy to punch you in the face. Well, that's the opinion my limited experience has given me anyway... Pubbing here is like having the happy, pre-party mode last until *everyone* goes to bed. In a way, I guess I'm having the same party experience, but without feeling like I'm missing out on anything. :) I also won a halfpint glass from the St Albans Beer Festival of 2000, a bottle of bitter (generously given away to my housemate, whose boyfriend actually likes the stuff), and got two lollies the two times I didn't win anything. :D Tombolas are a thousand times more fun when you're tipsy! Also, tipsy me = me making weird, squealing noises when something makes me happy... (yay, I won beer I don't like! Squee! Yay, you have blueberry beer that's likely to make me sick! Squee!) Notes on things that have been drunk. Drinked. Ingested. - User Friendly: Nice, flat cider. Easier to drink than apple juice, and a bad choice after a Wagamama dinner, as I pretty much chugged it because I was so thirsty... - Wye cider (or something that looked like it was pronounced like "why"): more bitter than UF, but also easy. Like Sunday morning. Probably easier than Thursday morning will be. ^^; - Something Something Blueberry: From the Moonshine brewery. Fruity ale. I'm not usually an ale fan, and was going to stick with the cider, but how could I resist the blueberry? The beerness dominated after the first few sips, though. The taste of beer still makes my stomach churn a bit, but I'm slowly getting used to it. - Wicked Wasp: The driest cider I tried (still just medium dry). Good, the kind that lasts a while, unlike the UF. :P Since I only had half pints, this suggests that I only had two pints alltogether. Sure as hell doesn't feel like it. x_x Of course, this not being Norway, a "half" pint is a negotiable amount if served in a pint glass... The festival brochure actually had a bit of a kick in the direction of the government, stating that when they (the festival people) said pint, they weren't going to give you 80 % of a pint. :D FYI, a half pint in Norway is half a litre, which is 0.4 liters. No, this doesn't make sense, but it sure stops people from ever becoming alcoholics! Oh, wait, NO IT DOESN'T! Shoot!

And they grew into a big tree, and they all climbed up the tree into a magical land with unicorns an [14 May 2009|06:40pm] I'm developing an addiction to Duzzit-erasers. It turns out that the walls here aren't supposed to be yellow. So I bought ten. Ten boxes, that is. That's right, I just spent £10+£7 (postage) on 40 sponges. Magic sponges, mind. I'm going to throw them out the window and wait for a beanstalk to appear. The thing is, if I start on one wall, I have to do the next, because it suddenly looks like someone pissed all over it in comparison to the shiny, clean wall. >.< And these things dissolve pretty quickly. One big wall ate three erasers, one side of the stairway has so far consumed two and a half. According to Wikipedia, they're actually really abrasive, they just feel soft because they're abrasive in a tiny way. :D ... um, maybe I should wear gloves when I use them. Shoot!

D: [07 May 2009|11:30am] *blink* I've lost a prince. Where are my notes?? Aaaaa! Kittybirthday tomorrow! ... though at the speed I'm writing, not to mention the method, I have to get drunk five times by tomorrow to finish this. x_O 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

I update! Alert the media! [04 May 2009|09:21pm] [ mood | tired ] Oh, hey, Livejournal. I used to have an account there once. In the news... I went to Glasgow to meet Awesome People. It was awesome. :D Apart from the bit when I went to the wrong airport and had to pay £60 for a taxi ride. Luckily, I had invested in locally produced, liquid remedies against money worries. I'm on Twitter now, for one reason only: It isn't Facebook. I'm LeMjau. Most of my updates are in Norwegian, but if a lot of non-Norwegians want to read my random and unimportant updates, I can change. I'm a sheep like that. :) The funniest part about Twitter is reading what trend experts say about it. They are people who know squat all about how *I* use the intarwebtubes, and this makes me happy. I'm writing plots on big cardboard boxes. Plots with lots of 8's in them. And booms. Not enough booms yet, though. And I want one of these, because this method really works for me, but I can't afford to buy big furniture every time I need to write down a plot... I want to finish Heavenly Bodies by kitty's birthday. But our heroine has only saved one prince yet. :-| Brunched (is that a word?) at the newly opened Snug today. The menu was impressive, the new, red interior too. The rest - not so much. I started out with a cappuchino. It took a while to make, considering there were only about three other customers and the other person at my table ordered filter coffee, but I wasn't in a hurry. Not the best coffee ever. Not the worst either (that would be 7-Eleven in Norway). One of the others ordered a smoothie, which contained too much ice, making it watery (but good-looking!). I'm not a fan of the full English breakfast, but they had a veggie option that excluded the bits I don't like (bacon, sausages and black pudding). By the time it was served, the "vegetarian" part had disappeared somewhere between me and the kitchen. I was too hungry to object, although the black pudding goes on my "think of all the starving children" debt. And they charged full price (the veggie version was cheaper), so even though the waitress repeated "vegetarian, right"?, I don't think it ever entered any kind of system... But since I didn't say anything when they served it, I just shut up and paid. No tips, though. >:-( Might still return for Friday pub. They have burgers. You can't go wrong with burgers. Right? Shoot!

Binary day [14 Feb 2009|06:30pm] [ mood | creative ] [ music | samjåtisa ] Samjåtisa, samjåtisa, på te ta pastis a-amå Samjåtisa, samjåtisa, på te ta pastis a-amå Rådå ta rikså stå jalå-å samjåtissa saranda di a kåmma tja. Rådå ta rikså stå jalå-å samjåtissa saranda di a kåmma tja. Samjåtissa le tis eljes... nananananananana. Hey, it's been a few years since I learned this. Anyways, s'agapo, kitty. ^_^ 4 Shot ..... Shoot!

Poetry and stuff [10 Jan 2009|12:19am] Jeg ventede min muse - og da hun ikke kom så gik da jeg til hende men vendte skamfuld om. Der hang, som var jeg ventet, et brev på hendes dør: Jeg kommer når jeg kommer - i hvert fald ikke før. My muse has been absent all Christmas... I didn't even start a Christmas fic with the intent of never ever finishing it, thus breaking a tradition of at least two years. :-o Instead, I almost finished my Halloween fic. Well, I almost started to finish it. There are abducted children, an evil genius and a frustrated Ethan. And no ending as of yet. And right now I'm writing about heavenly bodies, a story that only moves forward when I'm Under The Influence. Of legal substances, that is. Seducing all the Seven Vices to the good side is HARD WORK. Come to the light side, we have rainbows, butterflies and bondage!Obi-wan. But that was a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, and these days we're down to the rainbows and butterflies. But no puppies. Puppies are the dark side in disguise, while kittens are actually the light side in disguise. They're sneaky. All demony eyes and biting and playing with their prey one moment, but all of a sudden they're wearing pink bows and drinking cream and having tea parties with small, icky rodents. Cats. Don't trust them, no matter what side they're advertising. Kitttyyyyy. How did the daughter of Bopp learn to handle a sword anyway? I'm giving her a friend, just so you know. A mysterious friend. With a mysterious hood that hides its gender-dubious mysterious face. And I shall call it Eclipse. Also, these notes make no sense. O leads to heart leads to four houses plus three? I need to be sober to interpret the notes, but drunk to write a story from them... ARGH! 1 Shot ..... Shoot!

Best cups ever (8 fuzzy camera phone pics under cut) [04 Sep 2008|06:29pm] ( These cups might make sense to... three people, at most. ) 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Quiet game no more [03 Sep 2008|11:05pm] o Awesome people have visited. I've wanted to keep my lj chronological, hence my "no updates until I've posted reports of visits" policy o Awesome people visited in, like, February and onwards. Since that fact plus the above means that I'm a bad person, I don't need to follow policies. Policies are for nice people who stick to them, and who don't neglect writing about awesome people in their lj. o After a year with my department's style guide, I'm incapable of writing acronyms in all caps. o Apparently, my lj looks craptastic in Chrome. Hence, I choose to update it when most of my fairly nerdy friends circle are probably testing it. See the "bad person" fact above. :P o I haven't tried Chrome yet. o Kitty and I can not live in the same city. Crack fics would flood the intertubes. o I'm writing the same character as a ghost, an AI, an evil mastermind, a reformed evil mastermind, a prince, a mad scientist and a very, very frustrated man. All at the same time. Not the same story, though. ... maybe later. o The same character seems to get beat up a lot. I mean, even as a prince. He just can't get a break. o I have the awesomest cups in the world. And the best part is that they're only that awesomly awesome because they're mine. No one else can see them the way I do. Pictures to follow. I know, you're on the edge of your chair already. CUPS! o I might soon turn into one of... them. I'm scared. :( But it has wi-fi... o I have a new colleague. And a new flatmate. They have a lot in common. It's scary. :D o I know things I never wanted to know about the barista at our regular caffeine refuelling spot. o The baristina... baristessa... the other barista is an actress. o It amuses me to no end that a certain IT-company's very own translation tool is only compatible with *one* of their own operating systems. We had to replace two 2K-computers with XP. o I make bulleted lists of updates when I've been lj-dead for a while o I'm not sure if my paid account is worth the money o I'll try to make more sense in the nest post. :) 7 Shot ..... Shoot!

Bye bye, baby [03 Jun 2008|08:52pm] ( Cut for sad ) 5 Shot ..... Shoot!

Hee. [06 May 2008|08:48pm] [ mood | creative ] I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You? 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Hrrrrrr... [05 May 2008|03:16pm] So either my computer is infected with something, or the free version of AVG has turned into 100 % fun, computer-freezing SPAM. >:-( Greeh. Didn't want to invest in anything on this computer, but I do have stuff here I'd hate to lose... I've been looking at TrendMicro's PC-cilin package. £65 for two years. Downside: lots of money. Upside: worry-free for two years (in theory). NOT buying AVG. They killed my computer. I would have lost unsaved stuff if OOo hadn't had its wonderful recovery function. AVG are on the bad list now. 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

[09 Apr 2008|07:05pm] ... ... you even have to place technological implant thingamajigs in a place that will draw attention to the person's crotch. Why do I keep watching Torchwood? Whyyyyyy? ... *blink* Oh yeah, that's why. XD I'm so cheap. Shoot!

[05 Apr 2008|04:35pm] [ mood | jeg har rett og dere tok feeeil ] Kjære alle mennesker som har uttrykt bekymring og/eller sjokk og/eller gitt meg bortimot nedlatende blikk fordi jeg ikke drasser rundt på en vannflaske 24 timer i døgnet: Dytt det. Håper det er siste gang jeg trenger å bruke VG som autoritet ... Oooog: - Det er bare en myte at kaffe og te virker dehydrerende, sier Bradley til DinSide Helse. Hun understreker likevel at dette ikke gjelder store mengder koffein og alkohol. - Det hele kommer selvfølgelig an på konsumet, men i normalt anbefalte mengder er det ikke noe problem å erstatte vannet med andre typer drikker. Æddabædda, hilsen en som har holdt på at det er forskjell på dehydrerende og vanndrivende. 8 Shot ..... Shoot!

[03 Apr 2008|08:48am] [ mood | sparkly ] Happy Find a Rainbow Day! 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

[19 Mar 2008|07:46pm] ( Gays too precious to risk in combat ) Shoot!

Agony! [19 Mar 2008|07:17pm] Misery! Woe! Also known as The Ballad of the Two Angsty Princes. ^_^ After AJ was here (still constructing the Massive Summary Post on that) I decided that it was time to get back to theatre, even if it's only as an audience. ADC Theatre was staging "Into the Woods". Never heard of it, oddly enough, but it had a lot of ingredients I love. And angsty princes, which they should have advertised more, really. So I sent out an e-mail to a few people at work. And it spread, so in the end my little initiative had gathered a group of seven theatre-goers. :D And everyone loved it, even if we couldn't catch everything. (One Norwegian, two Swedes, three Italians and a French girl + some very speedy lyrics and people talking on top of each other = variable levels of understanding.) Last night, just before I was supposed to go to bed (tenish), I for some reason dug up my NaNoWriMo novel from 2005. And I started reading. And then it was midnight. I love it when my writing doesn't suck. :D I'm much too fond of dropping riddles in texts which I totally know what mean when I write it, except that I never get as far as solving it in the story and then I sit there with puzzles on the lines of "a castle in a labyrinth of wind under a sky of ice in a land of fog". In this one I had luckily solved most of them, or at least dropped enough hints that I remembered where I was going. I cleared up some vagueness, but didn't edit much. Still, this might be salvageable, if I only find a way to end it. Ending things is also the current curse of NaNoEdMo. :-/ I really love the story, and it's fun to write, but I'm still stuck. Two 17-year-old boys against overwhelming opponents, with the aid of a concussed junior adviser with slightly more backbone than a noodle*. I don't see a way out apart from either "kill them all" or "all hail the random deus ex machina". * Okay, that's not true. Lots of backbone. Too little courage. No, wait, there's courage. um. Actually, I think he just has stage fright. Shoot!

Oh boy [04 Mar 2008|09:50pm] [ mood | sudden urge to be drunk ] May I have the attention of the book-reading ones among you? Thank you. Now, those of you who're not interested in demons and romance and romances with demons and such can go. Thank you for your attention. :) To the rest of you... ... imagine a book series you love. One you love so much you're almost completely blind to its flaws, as in "okay, *that's* a bit shallow and *that* doesn't make sense and *that* character isn't as charming as I used to think, but I'm still going to go and read about it for the 54th time." I have a series like that. With the exception of one character, I love all of it to bits, even if I can tell today that 80 % of the character are as deep as the current state of my teacup (*sad*) and the ending is so disappointing I would have ripped a less loved series to bits for it. Now it's being translated into English, because there's this fantasygenre-shaped hole in the market after Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. ... yeah, that's the publisher's logic, not mine. And seeing it in English has... opened my eyes. In a painful sort of way. Now, would you book-loving, wonderful people do me a favour, and read the exerpt behind the cut, and tell me exactly what you think and whether you would read on after this first page? (No, this isn't a ploy to make you read and criticize something of mine. :P) *** ( Read more... ) *** Well...? Next time, if there ever is one, we will discuss the utopian fairy tale country in her other series, where secret sterilization, stereotypes of slim being the only way to be beautiful, genetic manipulation of foetuses without the parents consent, brainwashing and sorting people into groups of weak and strong represents the world we all wish we could live in. :D :D :D 24 Shot ..... Shoot!

it's cheese, but is it cake? [17 Feb 2008|02:33pm] "S! Nothing works!" "Brilliant!" (S, my boss, reminds me of the Doctor sometimes. :D) * Cheesecake stage 1 is in the fridge. - Mascarpone: check - Whipped cream: had to used canned stuff, couldn't find cream - Sour cream: couldn't find it, used plain yoghurt. It works for dinnery recipes... - Powdered sugar: skipped, since the canned cream was sweetened - Jello: Wouldn't behave, set too fast, we'll pretend the orange bits in the cake are decorations I wonder if stage 2 will actually happen when the jello wouldn't blend in... :-| 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Cheesecake question at end of post. Help appreciated. :) [16 Feb 2008|11:20pm] http://slashertown.myminicity.com/ I have not abused work computers for this. :D (Click it? Pleease?) I'm giving Torchwood a tentative second try. I still can't see Jack as anything but the Doctor's sidekick. Once he's in charge, he makes me throw up a little for every line and every dramatic close-up he has. A certain guest actor is not making things any better. Why do they abuse his talent? :( I used to doubt that he had it, but then I saw him on stage, and he *has* talent and they make him as 2D as the rest. Bah. Fighting/kissing scene = still entertaining. :D (Jack/Ianto = STILL not buying it. But slowly getting there. Maybe.) Also: we get it. You can't get boo-boos. It worked in Doctor Who when they turned it into a running joke. Making it the big "ahaha-HAA!"-surprise of every episode is about as interesting as "oh noes, automatic lockdown, that makes twelve this week". ** I need to have visitors more often, they make me efficient. Today I have: - Bought a quilted cover for my bed, after some confusion about the difference between "quilt", "quilt cover" and "quilted cover". Since the quilt covers were too thin to be what I was looking for, and the quilts were in non-seethrough bags, I went for the quilted cover that was a) in a see-through bag so I could tell what I was buying, b) pretty and c) within my budget. :) - Tidied up. Some. There'll probably be some last-minute polishing, but luckily my guest doesn't demand a spotless Ikea home. :D We love guests like that. That's the royal we. *points to username* Any objections? - Bought a springform cake tin. Now I'm confused about whether we call it springform in Norwegian. I'm pretty sure I had that word in my head before I saw it, but a spring isn't called the same in Norwegian. My Norwegian vocabulary is seriously suffering from lack of practice. D: And this at a time when I'm planning to revise my NaNo novel from two years ago. - Freelanced a wee bit. - Bought a laundry basket, at last. Things left to do: - Haircut - Register the #%&%¤/ business alrighty - Write to freelance-employer-people, ask for money - Buy ingredients for cheesecake, since I was stupid enough to mention I could make it. Can't everyone? Seriously. It involves skills such as "turning container of ingredients upside-down as near bowl as possible" and "stirring". This does not make me a master chef. It doesn't even qualify me as a housewife. So, where should I look for mascarpone? I'd guess near the cheese, but after I found canned tomatoes under soups and sauces instead of canned veg, and confectioner's sugar near tea and coffee, I'm not trusting my grocery shopping instincts anymore. The Internets say that mascarpone can be used in cheesecake. Some seem to use creme fraiche. The one I'm used to, mandarine and pineapple cheese, is just weird, and I'm not expecting to find it anywhere. Creme fraiche isn't sweet (no idea if mascarpone is, never tried it), but there's already a lot of sweet stuff in the recipe, so I doubt it matters. Any recommendations? 6 Shot ..... Shoot!

Google says "say 'I do', bitches" [02 Feb 2008|03:16pm] "It is a shotgun marriage, but the person holding the shotgun is Google." I am so in love with that mental image. Someone, somewhere must have drawn this. I need to see it. Shoot!

[31 Jan 2008|10:31pm] Cyclists Traffic lights Large four-legged mammals Small four-legged mammals Cockroaches Large dust motes Small dust motes Pedestrians Very small dust motes Dear diary, today I was treated as if I wasn't at the bottom of the priority list of an English driver. It was the best day ever. Also, Tai Chi is a lot more fun if you make up names for the moves yourself. So far I have: "Talk to the hand" "I surrender!" "I'm a pretty, pretty princess" "Car stuck in mud" "I'M POOPIN'" "Aaah spider!" "THERE's my contact" "Bork bork bork" "Stewardess pointing to exit" "Mime in invisible giant hamster ball" Tomorrow is Friday, we can get there! Good night! Shoot!

Back again [11 Jan 2008|10:55pm] Dear checkin-lady, You rock. You didn't buttride the stupid new rules, and let me check in my two small bags even if I had only paid for one piece of luggage. <3 to you. I'll buy you dinner if you're ever in Cambridge. (Hey, you saved me 40 Euro. :D) Dear PC World people, You rock quite a bit less for giving everyone else a personal assistant, and me a finger pointed in the general direction of stuff I didn't need. Just for extra sulk-points, I'll claim that my lack of a dick caused this discrimination. Dear last guy I asked at PC World, You were actually helpful, thank you. Give your colleagues some pointers. :) Dear cute rastafari-guy at Maplin's, You rock as much as checkin-lady for giving me service with a smile and setting my new adapter to the right voltage and being generally wonderful. :D And for understanding the crazy foreigner with the computer abstinences babbling something about "need put electricity in computer to make working now plz!!!11!1! D: D: D:" 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Bra fun [04 Jan 2008|08:17pm] Trying to buy a bra is never a highlight of my life. But today, it was hilarious. :D So my mother and I have been shopping most of the day. (Well, most of my day; she came home from work a bit after I woke up :P.) Last on the list is visiting a lingerie shop. Ever since I first tried on a *good* bra, I've put that in the category of Things Worth Spending Money On. (Bras and good winter shoes share that label.) We come into the lingerie shop, and we're greated by a very perky and very small woman who wants to enroll us in dieting courses and skin care courses and whatnot. We explain what we're *actually* there for, and get very... intense assistance. My mother goes first into the only changing room, I get help picing out a minimizer bra. My mother makes it *very* clear that she doesn't want any assistance inside the changing room thankyouverymuch. The bikini tops she tried are the wrong size, and she's not in the mood to try anything more, so she leaves the changing room. I go in. Mother vanishes. Perky woman offers to come in and help me see if the bra is right. Oh, well, I haven't been self-conscious about my body in a while anyway, I'm okay with this. She comes in. I try HARD not to laugh. See, hold your hands about 170 cm up in the air. (Give or take. XP) This is the top of my head. Now, lower your hand to where the bra-wearing area of a body that height would be. Then lower your hand another five or ten centimetres. That's the top of *her* head. She was TINY! And I was a GIANT! And my bra-covered bits had to look like an overhanging mountain to her. (I mean, she upped me from DD to F... if I lost my balance for a second, I'd have a concussed bra-seller to take care of.) And she is adjusting the bra and talking and talking about support and how nice all my clothes would look with this bra underneath. And all I can thing is "Lady, I'm not sure if we have the same... you know... perspective on things here." But the whole situation just made me giggly, taking away any grumpyness that increased bra sizes can cause. ^_^ I'm never going to get rid of the mental image of a tiny woman half-hidden behind my womanly balcony, though. XD 1 Shot ..... Shoot!

O, Vista... [31 Dec 2007|04:09pm] [ mood | frustrated ] I'm not sure what to blame for the current death sentence on my computer, so I'll blame Vista. (No, it's not dead, but that's because I haven't found a nice, heavy axe yet.) ( If I could cut Vista away this easily... ) 1 Shot ..... Shoot!

[25 Dec 2007|10:06pm] Anal avenger? XD Yep, that constitutes my holiday wishes to the world at large. ^_^ I'm busy sneaking writing time and BSG time in between the family-and-friends time. I'm at my third attempt at a christmassy fic, woo! (Third as in third year in a row of potential failure. And third year in a row with heroes and villains trying to get some holiday cheer going. A toast to failing again!) Shoot!

Misc [18 Dec 2007|12:08am] [ mood | tired ] I'm going to Noooorway! :D Jumping straight from exams to work in June, and having had one (1) day off that wasn't a Saturday or Sunday since then, I feel I've deserved a nice, long holiday. Housemate and I cleaned yesterday. There was much ceremony. He bought gloves and a bucket. This is not equipment he uses on a regular basis. I've heard him vacuum on two occasions in six months, and when I moved in the grime in the bath tub had more depth than Dario Fo. On the plus side, he bought a shower curtain. I've been trying to find a nice one for a while. Plain white is nice. :) I miss people, and I miss being online when kitty is, and I miss kitty, and I miss my parents, and I miss good bread, and I miss being able to do things in the kitchen without feeling like I'm intruding into someone's personal office. And I miss sleeping in with a clean conscience without having a nagging voice at the back of my head telling me to Use My Weekends Well. It's been six great months, though, and after a break I'm planning to have more months like that. :D I'm also going to Barcelona. And Naples. Because nice work people have moved there, away from me, and I'm not letting them get away. And I was going to make my room spotless before going to bed, but I have a headache and I don't know why. I'll... try to get up early instead. Probably. 2 Shot ..... Shoot!

Radiator help needed. [08 Dec 2007|04:31pm] My room has a radiator. I'm used to electrical heating and fireplaces. The radiator seems to function as something in between. When you turn on an electric heater of any kind, BAM!, you have heat. When you start a fire in a fireplace, you don't get heat just because you have "started" the flames, they need to get used to the place, dig their little fiery feet into the wood and grow up a little. And a bit after that, only cats and suicidal humans can get very close to it. When I turn on the radiator... sometimes nothing happens. Sometimes, it starts ssssshhh-ing at once, and then there's heat. Sometimes, nothing happens, and then after a while, ranging from ten minutes to three (!) hours, sssshhh-ing starts, and it starts warming up. Seriously, am I doing something wrong, is it broken, or are people who use radiators members of some kind of deep underground sect that believes that heat will be given when the great Xwgz'pth allows it? And what's the purpose of the other little screw-thingy that falls off when I touch it and is all crusty and odd inside? 7 Shot ..... Shoot!

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