Quotes of the Day:

"There’s no divorce in this family. Murder, yes, but no divorce."

"Dad: "You’re working at Hot Topic? That’s one of those ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLE stores!"
Three years later and in a happy hetero marriage, I still can’t convince Dad that I’m straight."

"mum : are you working today?
me: yes of course, why would i be wearing this?
mum: well sometimes i think you just put it on and go out for 8 hours to get out of helping…"
[crazythingsparentssay.com]

I LOVE this freaking site!

This are slower today. Watch, I say that and then jinx myself into a false sense of security. Once 2pm hits, it'll get busy again. (Please! Please get busy! That's the only reason I've been able to leave this place in the evening with in a decent mood!)

Wish I had something yummy to eat.

Okay, this was posted several, several, several months ago. But it's Friday, and I just stumbled upon it. So, I don't care!

I would just like to know WHY I didn't see this when it actually came out? They have Men's Journal in the grocery stores I go to. I should have SEEN this!



I think I particularly like the headline above the title, "Why Ugly Athletes Are Better."

*looks at picture* I'm just not getting that at all. And I was just commenting to Cecily last night how interesting it is that all of our American Olympic athletes who win medals are extremely good looking. The men and the women. There's a study in there, somewhere.

All right. Back to work.

*munches on nuked chicken nuggets*

Isn't it amazing how intolerably slow the weeks of the month of January go by? We should have celebrated two more New Years judging by how I've been percieving time lately.

I'd say that last week (a four day work week for me) went even slower than this one, because in this week, even though it's been bad on several counts, I've at least had stuff to do.

That is why right now, I'm feeling a bit like doing whatever it is that RDJr. is doing in my icon.

Let us all rejoice in the fact that it is Friday!
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I never think of anything I write on here or on GeekaChicas to be of any importance. (Unlike Olivia's last post! You go girl!) So, it never really bothers me who ends up reading my fluffy stuff.

But, Cecily just tweeted my article on Bear Grylls to Bear himself. Most likely, he won't ever see it. His last tweet was earlier this month and is about a haematoma...and later down about how he can't get onto Twitter in the Guatemalan jungle.

I think he's the only man who can tweet about a haematoma and end the statement with a kiss. X LOL

When Cec told me that she did that, it made me kind of twitchy because there's a chance, though microscopic, of him seeing what I wrote about him. I'm SO glad I wrote what I wrote, and didn't do a bunch of swooning in it, though.

It's not as bad as the very IDEA that somewhere in Viggo Mortensen's storage closet, or garage somewhere are copies of some of my early drawings of HIM! Oh! And the poetry! I sent him my Yoda poetry. I can't believe I did that!

No, it's not poetry about Yoda. It sounds like Yoda because it's all backwards for the sake of rhyming.

See, this happens to me once in a while. When I realize that Viggo Mortensen has seen and read some of my stuff. Stuff that sucks. Thankfully, I can be perfectly mortified without being in his presence.

All right! Enough babbling! I'm going to peel my orange, so if you'll excuse me...

Picture, if you will, a smaller than average size living room. Cecily sitting on the couch, working on her latest knitting project, and me sitting in the rocking chair, changing the channel on the television.

Bear is almost on. Just before he comes on, as a sort of reminder, I guess, they played another clip to advertise the new episode coming up next. In this clip, he finds a rather plump frog by the leg, as the narrator for the commercial talks about it.

CEC/LAURA: "aaaahhhh-eeeeehh."

Next clip, Bear sinks his teeth into the rather plump leg of the large (and now dead) frog.

CEC/LAURA: "AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGHH!!!"

I think I should set up a video camera so we can be recorded while we watch Bear, because I really would have liked to have seen our reaction to that. Both of us squeezed our eyes shut, and screamed at the top of our lungs with that. And that was just an advertisement.
We laughed hysterically after that.

When the actual part in the episode with that frog happened, I had already gotten over it, realizing that we've seen him do much worse. Cecily, however, was still affected by the frog. It was decent sized.

At any rate, last night's episode was way fun. Lots of ant-stinging, rat-smashing, frog-grabbing, crab-pinching, and bat whacking fun. I've never seen Bear get as much to eat as he did. His rat trap, and bat tennis racquet worked. I was impressed! lol

I'm still wondering who they're going to get for Bear's next special guest trek thingy. It is happening, they simply have not yet announced who shall be accompanying him. I hope it's not another comedian. And it most likely won't be a girl. I don't think Bear would agree to that.

I can think of a bunch of actors I'd like it to be, but it most likely won't be any of them.

But here's my top five anyway:

Hugh Jackman - My head would explode.
Christian Bale - needs his meds
Robert Downey Jr. - HAH! Brilliant. I'd love that to pieces.
Daniel Craig - That'd be interesting at the very least.
Nathan Fillion - HAH!

That's just off the top of my head, and will not happen.
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Not much else to discuss as I did NOTHING yesterday! I didn't write, I didn't finish my laundry, I just sat. I watched the second half of "The Best of Both Worlds" (Best TNG episode ever!) because I'd already watched the first half the day before while I was making dinner.

I need to do some stuff when I get home.

Here's my deal with Robert Downey Jr.:

I never had a lot of respect for the man, and it's pretty obvious why. He lost several years to drugs, and was messed up for a long time. But, he came out of it. He got clean and healthy, and came back into the world, so to speak. For that, I should have a ton of respect for him as I do others who've overcome their addictions. (Craig Ferguson and Glenn Beck for starters.)



But I didn't. I'm not really sure why. For some reason, I had the idea in my head that he was a bit of a jackass. I know, it's completely irrational, and strange, but I'm just taking you through my thought processes about the man.

Then, there came a point that I couldn't avoid him. He got the lead role in what became the biggest Marvel comic book movie of the summer. (Notice, I specified the TYPE of comic book. I will always be yours, Batman.) Of course, if it's a comic book movie, I have to see it. But, as I recall, there were a gazillion excellent movies out that summer and I didn't make it to Iron Man for one reason or another.



It didn't bother me, because I wasn't that enthused about it anyway. For reasons listed above... and Gwennyth Paltrow. Anyway, I eventually saw it when it came out on DVD, and I came to my own conclusions about the superhero himself. (Two words: Chunky. Salsa. And without his suit, he's useless aside from his brilliant and sarcastic banter. At least Bruce Wayne can beat the crap out of you without the Bat Suit on! Good script, though. Awful Bad Guy casting.)

( It Gets Better w/ More Pictures... )

What I find incredibly interesting is that they dirtied him up for this photoshoot when we see him dirty all the time anyway. I don't get it.

But fwwwaaaaaaaaah!!!




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Crikey!

Don't get me wrong, it's fabulous. He was going through tall grass in the new episode last night and all I could think about is how no one would see him go down after I crept up behind him and tackled him.

But, if you're going to do a photoshoot of Bear, I think it'd shock the hell out of everybody if he was cleaned up, done up all posh-like. In a nice suite, or at leas some clean clothes, and all GQ-ish, know what I mean?
I'm picturing it, and it's GORGEOUS!

Meanwhile, let us enjoy these. :D

Huzzah!

Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...

The Mindgamer

Everything is possible, nothing is ever really over.

Fanfiction is a creative outlet for you. You don't intentionally write it, it just happens. You find inspiration in several fandoms, but are not obsessed with only one.

You like to explore "what if" situations. What if this character had never made this very choice? What if this event had taken place sooner, never, elsewhere? What if these people had never met?

You are likely to write Alternative Universes, fan seasons or sequels and just follow your (sometimes pretty strange) plot bunnies.

Take The Fan Fiction Personality Test at OkCupid

Even my original stuff can be considered fan fiction, or at least a shout out to some of my favorite things. Warped is Muse and Doctor Who, Hilda is definitely Terry Pratchett. The Dying of the Light...is what I believe a real vampire story should be. Take that as you will.

You know what's amazing? How much you can tell about a person by their bumper stickers.

For example:
I was behind this person in a Jeep Wrangler from the looks of it, and there were a bunch of bumper stickers on the back of it, which led me to the conclusion that this person, whomever he or she is, is a heavily conflicted individual.

Why?
One of these bumper stickers said:
"Give Peace a Chance"

While another said:
"Trust No One"
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I have Beared up my journal once again (*gasp!* I recycled a header! But I like this header.) in celebration of our lovely Brit Boy coming back with new episodes of Man vs Wild on Discovery Channel.

And I'll tell you what, I have no patience for inferior photo editing software. All I've got on this wretched system besides MS Paint is MS Office Picture Manager.
*grabs hair by the roots and screams at the top of her lungs* NOOOOOOOooooo! Ugh! I had a hell of a time matching colors using the LJ color manager thingy on it's own. Whatever looks off now shall be fixed when I can do it on my own computer. Yeesh!

But YAY! for Bear showing me how to do different and AMAZING things with my trousers. It's time for the Bear Naked game again too! I am so freaking excited. :D
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Oh, *snort* Cecily and I watched the last bit of the new season of The Biggest Loser last night. Cec was rather slap happy, and I was encouraged by the fact that she was laughing at basically everything that was said in our living room.

But one thing she said that made me laugh was about how they cut oh so dramatically to their commercial breaks. For those of you who watch it, you know what I'm talking about. During the weigh-in they show about two teams/people weighing in between each commercial break. When they get onto the third person or team, the editing is such that The Biggest Loser Choir (which Cecily has volunteered to conduct and I have volunteered to sing in) swells up in their Phantom Menace esque tension music as the scale beeps, showing random numbers. Then they cut to a shocked look on one of the trainers' faces, then right to the outside of the house itself, with the beeping still going. Then, it's cut to black.

Well, Cecily was saying how she wished the house would just explode when they do that. Because you still hear the beeping of the scale, and the frames are sped up as the camera backs away from the house. It just seems like it should happen, actually.

"Beep...beep...beep...BOOM!!" In one great mushroom cloud.

There were other bits of funny about eating whole blocks of cheese, and some such like that there. But oh, it was hilarious last night!

Now this is what I'm talking about! Everyone's probably already seen this, but I personally don't care.



Cha-CHING! I like it because I can't see how narrow his neck is, and he's almost biting his lower lip. It looks like he's just about to do so, actually.

Yay for having David in new stuff! I am rather excited.

I think I may need a Coke, despite my resistance...

Cecily and I went over to the parents' house on Saturday evening with the purpose of commandeering the television for an hour an a half, so we could watch the Doctor Who series finale.

That evening, while I was sitting in bed, wondering what I should do with the late hours of the night as I had been sick earlier that day, and had taken a long nap in the early afternoon - I'll talk about that later - I got out my notebook, and a pen, and proceeded to compose a letter to David Tennant.

I'm dead serious. I wrote a letter, by hand, to David that he will most likely never see in either of our lifetimes. In fact, I doubt that anyone will see it because it was mostly for my benefit, so that I could sort out the thoughts that were going through my head after watching the ending of the saga of Doctor Number Ten, and of Russell T. Davies writing for DW.

( Never an Equal )

Yep, I should be working, but I think I should discuss this while it's still somewhat fresh in my brain.

Cecily and I watched the first part to "The End of Time" last night.

Needless to say: Spoilers after the cut.

( As much as I like... )

I hope everyone's having a Merry Christmas! I just finished uploading pictures and some video onto Facebook, and I may return to dumping stuff onto my new MP3 player. YAY! No more flakey headphones 'n stuff!

I'm planning to be very stingy about what I put on this one because I get so sick of some songs so fast.

It was a smaller Christmas this year, but it was still excellent as only my family can do it. :D

Now, have a video. This is the incredibly dorky present that Becca gave me before she left town.



Awesome, no?

Funny story:

Last night, Dad had the audacity to claim that Tasha Yar lasted for THREE seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation. The conversation went somewhat thusly:

DAD: Too bad she only lasted for three seasons. *holds up three fingers*

ME: *holds up one finger* One season.

DAD: Okay, two seasons.

ME: Dad, "Skin of Evil" aired in the first season.

DAD: It was the season finale of the first season?

ME: It was in the MIDDLE of the season. She didn't even last an entire season.

DAD: No, she lasted longer than that.

ME: I'll bet you a MILLION dollars that she left in the first season.

DAD: *hesitates* Well, I won't bet a million, but I'd bet that she lasted longer than that.

ME: *takes up convieniently placed Strider and looks it up*
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Needless to say, I was right. DUH! See, the thing is that Dad has always claimed to know more about Star Trek and Star Wars than the rest of us because he saw them all first. We didn't start watching TNG until later into the show.
HOWEVER, every single time, he manages to fail to take into account the fact that we, his children, have watched the reruns over and over again, whenever they're on, until they're embedded in our brains.
The same goes for Star Wars, of course.
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THEN Dad had the outright nerve to claim that Riker didn't have a beard until the THIRD season!

I told Cecily both of these things and she just went, "Wow..." because of how obviously wrong that is.

This is how you measure out the seasons of TNG. I've done it since I was a kid:

Season 1: Jumpsuit uniforms; Riker - no beard; Troi - hair in bun; Wesley - tacky, itchy sweaters until he's made an Acting Ensign, then it's the grey uniform with the thin stripes at the shoulders. Worf and Geordi are in red uniforms.

Season 2: Jumpsuits; Riker - beard and a little chubbier; Worf - yellow-green uniform, but hair really short; Troi - hair pulled away from her face, but long and flowing down her back - jumpsuit maroon and grey uniforms.

Season 3: First season with seperate top and bottom uniforms, but they look incredibly uncomfortable especially on Geordi. Two seams on the front aligned with the shoulders. Troi - turquoise dress thing. Beverly's hair is big, straight, and chinlength with bangs.

Season 4: More of the same. Wesley is given the field commission of Ensign, so red uniform. They try different stuff with Crusher's hair in different episodes, but it still ends up the same. Worf - Chinlength hair.

Season 5: Crusher's hair is really long and big. Uniforms look a little more comfortable in general. Picard wears that damed suede captain's jacket over the grey bit of his uniform. Ensign Roe is present.

Season 6: Worf - ponytail baby! Troi, hair pulled back in a curly badger hairpiece on top of her head, looking like a long ponytail. She gets a normal Starfleet blue uniform in the middle of the season. Beverly's hair is much more managable, straight, shoulder length, but normal looking.

Season 7: I get 7 and 6 mixed up because there isn't a lot of distinction in between the two of them. Troi's hair goes back to the way it was in seasons 2-5 with the blue uniform. But I think that's it.

And there you go. You're welcome! I'll be here all week.

Found it!
Song and Lyrics for Glorious - by MUSE

Rose-tinted view
And satellites that compromise the truth
I wanted more
With the cuts and the bruises
Touch my face
A hopeless embrace

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
Believes we could be glorious

I need to believe
But I still want more
With the cuts and the bruises
Don't close the door
On what you adore

Faith, it drives me away
But it turns me on
Like a strangers love
It rockets through the universe
It fuels the lies, it feeds the curse
Beleives we could be glorious
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I'm listening to it over and over again.

Christmas theme for my journal! Kind of swiped from the desktop I made last year during the "Arctic Blast!". Now that I look at it though, there are some boo-boo's on the header that I need to fix. Otherwise they'll bug me until I feel I must ram my head against something.

Finally saw "Waters of Mars". Will elaborate on that later. If you'd like to discuss, however, you're welcome to comment here. :)

Speaking of "Arctic Blast", we've been getting the same type of weather as we did last year, except it's totally dry. It's been sunny but freaking FREEZING! I'm so thankful that my office is warmer than the church building was yesterday.
Yeeeesh!

I originally visited john_simm for maybe some Life on Mars icons. I'm...sort of okay with finding other stuff though.

Behold! The Master... holy crumb. LOL




Full article and Photos on the DW finale H E R E

What's funny is that I just posted about how boyish he is, and how I don't have the desire to tackle him as I do some other men. *snort* Whatever!

[ETA]I HAD to add this because of how obviously darling it is!



1...2...3...Aaaawwwwww!

Finished Life On Mars last night. Don't worry, all spoilers are under one cut or another.
( *ahem* )

*ahem*
Now that I've seen John Simm in a less...psychopathic role, I have to say that he is rather, uniquely adorable. I say unique because there's a quality about him that most other actors I like don't have. He's still retained some of the little boy about him. When he smiles, it's a cute smile, really genuine, like that you'd see on a seven year old. His little turned up nose kind of adds to that as well. *giggles*

What's different about him is that he doesn't make me want to tackle him and drag him away like some others do. *coughcoughWHOMPIEcoughcough!* On the contrary, John Simm makes me want to cuddle in a blanket with him on the couch, while we watch a movie together and share a bowl of popcorn.
Then afterwards, he'd tell me, in great detail, what he really thought of the latest draft of my new groundbreaking novel, because he likes that kind of stuff.
*eyes glaze over a bit* Yeah...

It was really evident ( *ahem!* )

Now, I'm going to rave a little about the wrap up of the show, where Sam Tyler ended up, and how much I LOVE the writers of the show.
( *AHEM!* )

Now, what we need with the Master in these next DW episodes (WoooHooo!) is for him to have a cute companion with short dark hair, and blue eyes, who happens to be played by Liz White. That would be so awesome and amusing at the same time.

*stamps John Simm's forehead with Laura's Stamp of Fan Girl Approval*
I should've done it a while ago, I know.

After getting into a Starbucks before they closed, and figuring out their annoying wi-fi:



51,322 words!

Two years running baby! I quite like using it for an old project that I've sort of left by the wayside. I may use it in the same way again next year if I decide to do it.

Holy CRAP! Michael SHEEN is going to be on Craig tonight!

"BILLAY!"

Seriously! Somebody DO something! Batten down the hatches! Release the hounds! and Hit the deck!

I love when one of my favorite British people are going to be on Craig. Because then that makes two of my favorite British people talking to each other and being adorable.

A dwarf is interviewing with Commander Vimes for a position on the City Watch:

"What's your name lad?"
The dwarf swallowed. This was clearly the bit he'd been dreading. "Littlebottom, sir."
Vimes didn't even look up.

"Ah, yes. It says here. That means you're from the Uberwald mountain area, yes?"
"Why...yes, sir," said Little bottom, mildly surprised. Humans generally couldn't distinguish between dwarf clans....

"Now...it says here your first name is...can't read Fred's handwriting...er...."
There was nothing for it. "Cheery, sir," said Cheery Littlebottom.
"Cheery, eh? Good to see the old naming traditions kept up. Cheery Littlebottom. Fine."

Littlebottom watched carefully. Not the faintest glimmer of amusment had crossed Vimes's face.
"Yes, sir. Cheery Littlebottom," he said. And there still wasn't as much as an extra wrinkle there. "My father was Jolly. Jolly Littlebottom," he added, as one might prod a bad tooth to see when the pain will come.
"Really?"
"And...his father was Beaky Littlebottom."

Not a trace, not a smidgeon of a grin twitched anywhere. Vimes merely pushed the paper aside.

[They conduct the interview. Littlebottom is the only one who applied for the job, so he's hired. Vimes calls in Sergent Detrius (Troll) to show Littlebottom the ropes, and the conversation goes on from there]

"Fine. Well, off you go, Littlebottom. Detrius will look after you."
Littlebottom hesitated. This was uncanny. The man hadn't mentioned axes, or gold. He hadn't even said anything like "You can make it big in the Watch."
Littlebottom felt really unbalanced.

"Er...I did tell you my name, didn't I, sir?"
"Yes. Got it down here," said Vimes. "Cheery Littlebottom, yes?"
"Er...yes. That's right. Well, thank you sir."

Vimes listened to them go down the passage. Then he carefully shut the door and put his coat over his head so that no one would hear him laughing.

"Cheery Littlebottom!"
- Feet of Clay Terry Pratchett

That had me laughing like a loon while I was taking my lunch in my car today. Thankfully, I was in my car. I just LOVE Vimes! He's quickly becoming one of my favorite characters in the Discworld 'verse.
Prince Charming is overrated. I'd rather have Commander Vimes. :P
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Stayed up for TNG last night, though I have no idea why. The episode was "Lessons", and would have sworn to you that it had another plotline besides the stupid, unrealistic, BORING, throat slicing love story between Picard and that woman who couldn't even act like she was playing the piano.
But it didn't.

In fact, it shocked me at how a)badly written it was, and b)how much of a fan fiction template it took. (hence a) There was no subplot. There was just scene, after scene, after scene, with those two until the "climactic" scene drove by and shot the audience in the forehead with more unrealistic douchery.

Jean Luc Picard is a passionate, optomistic man. That woman was as dull as powder. She sucked all of the passion out of him. It even proved its fan fiction-ness by having them "fall in love" with each other within a matter of four or five days.
I don't even know how he could look at her anyway without being distracted by those hair orbs stuck at the crown of her head. They were big and distracting.

I think what bugged Cecily the most about it was the spouting of musical terminology that made absolutely no sense. Freaking writers! They're not even worthy of being called writers in that episode. So many cliche, and romance novel template defauls.
I poke my eyeballs out with hot forks! [/Rant]