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So.  I have this idea for a fanvideo.  Actually it's not so much an 'idea' as a PLAN.  Except.  I can't do fanvideos at all, so I'm just going to PUT IT ON THE INTERNET and make the pointed comment that it's my birthday in October. :D  (early October.  NO SLACKING.)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT LIKE SPOILY THINGS.

it's an X-men PLAN )
(it's possible I'm exhausted and, uh, slightly drunk.  Although I came up with the idea this morning walking to the bus long before I had any beer, so.)

GO AHEAD AND JUDGE ME IN THE COMMENTS IF YOU WANT.  I HAVE NO SHAME.

ARGH.

Jul. 25th, 2011 10:12 pm
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WHY THE FUCK AM I SO FUCKING GRUMPY?!?

I HAVE BEEN INSUFFERABLY MISANTHROPIC SINCE AT LEAST LAST WEEK.  AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED EVERYONE CAN JUST FUCKING FUCK OFF, BUT I'M DRIVING MYSELF *NUTS*.

MY SISTER ASKS ME AN ORDINARY QUESTION AND THE RESPONSE I HAVE TO RESTRAIN IS 'STFU' OR 'DIAF'. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

I AM ANNOYED AS *FUCK*.

NO, IT ISN'T FUCKING PMS, IF IT IS IT'S A FUCKING WEEK LATE.

FUCK EVERYTHING.

AGPHTH

Jun. 1st, 2011 12:20 pm
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So, I was just reading something on Autostraddle, like I do, and suddenly for the first time I seriously thought about bringing a significant other home with me to Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Me being me, this (currently hypothetical) significant other would also be female.

My family being my family...

1: where can I rent a helicopter team for immediate extraction if necessary?  I like to have these things planned well in advance.
2: omma go hide under the piano RIGHT NOW until I stop freaking out.
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Sometimes you have a friend who you get along with pretty well and hang out with a lot, and always have fun talking to.  Sometimes you start anticipating each other, and playing off each other in conversation, deliberately leaving openings for one-liners that no one else is going to notice.  Sometimes you stay up to absurd hours talking, or find each other to bitch about something small that nevertheless irritates the shit out of you, and commiserate, and have tea.

Sometimes you'll see how much more than usual the needling from others is bothering that friend, and when they stand up to leave you'll be right behind them with an excuse that you'll freely admit to them was a complete lie, even though you try not to lie as a matter of course. 

Sometimes you'll somehow wind up feeling weird if you don't see them every day even for a few minutes.  Sometimes you'll deliberately wind each other up, and the other will let you, even though they totally know about it, and will go along anyway for the amusement factor.  Sometimes one will say something really stupid and upsetting but then notice and apologize before the other one can even tell them what and why it bothered them.

Sometimes something terrible will happen, and they'll listen to you for hours while you're cracking apart and ignore sleeping even though they're dog-tired because you're upset, and you'll wonder how on earth you got to this point from that terrible mutual first impression, but be too grateful for their presence to worry about it.  Sometimes that hug, all the more precious for being rarely given, is the only thing that keeps the pieces of you from flying in all directions while you're trying desperately to slow your breathing and quiet the sobbing and stop making those horrible noises like an animal in pain.

Sometimes you'll suddenly realize that out of nowhere, all the more shocking for being so unanticipated, that you're each others' best friend.

Sometimes, this happens.
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For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I was extremely irritated tonight when I was making dinner.  I wasn't in the mood to follow a recipe, and I wound up throwing dinner together with a little more force than necessary.  As it turned out rather good, though, I thought I'd write down what I made.

You will need:
-about a quarter of a yellow onion
-1 15-oz can black beans
-1 15-oz can white beans (could use kidney beans instead)
-1 stick celery
-half a carrot
-about 4 Tbsp lemon juice
-olive oil
-1/2 tsp crushed garlic
-about ten peanuts
-various spices (I used cumin, coriander, Hungarian hot paprika, and coarse black pepper)
-loud music in the background, if possible (I started with Lady Gaga, but switched to Queen pretty quickly as I can't listen to more than one Lady Gaga song at a time for some reason)

Instructions:

Chop the onion into small bits.  Very small.  About the size of your pinky fingernail.  Also chop the carrot into pieces about that size and also the celery.  Feel free to chop loudly in time with the music, depending on how irritated you are.  "Bad Romance" is very satisfying to chop things to for some reason.

Saute the onions and garlic in olive oil in a pan on the stove, until either you get tired of sauteeing or the onions go mostly transluscent.  Throw in the celery and carrots about a minute after you start sauteeing.  While sauteeing, add about half of the lemon juice.  Switch music from Lady Gaga to Queen.  "Don't Stop Me Now" is a good one to start with.

When sauteeing is complete, add the black and white beans.  It is nice if they're drained but not necessary if you're lazy.  Stir them around and add the rest of the lemon juice.  Sing along loudly to "Another One Bites the Dust".

Add some spices, to taste.  I added about half a teaspoon coarse black pepper, a quarter teaspoon Hungarian Paprika, a quarter cumin, and a third-ish of coriander.  Revel in the ridiculousness of "Flash".

Turn the heat down so it's simmering.  Chop the peanuts very, very small and stir them into the beans.  Cover them and let simmer for about twenty minutes, stirring occasionally.    If necessary, add a little water so there will be something for them to simmer in.  Clean up to "Bohemian Rhapsody" and feel much less irritated than when you began.

Serve over rice, or not if you don't feel like it.  Parmesan cheese goes well on this.

Possible variations: curry powder, bacon salt, cayenne pepper, add meat somehow (personally I'd do chicken, though beef would work), maybe peppers or tomatoes if you're feeling really wild.  Also I may possibly eventually experiment with putting beer in it, because I have a huge weakness for chili made with beer.

My notes: DON'T FORGET THE PEANUTS.  Unless you're allergic, in which case DO FORGET THE PEANUTS.

How were YOUR evenings?

-still fuming a little bit-

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Firstly:
You should never make a gentle person angry, because they are much more likely to fuck your shit seriously up than a combative person.

Secondly:
I can't find this frickin' fanfic and I really, really want to reread it.  ARGH.

Help?  It's a Smallville fic (shut up), Clark/Lex, it's set when Clark is in college, he's being roommates with Lex and Lex spends most of the fic incredibly confused.  And gives up and jumps Clark when he brings cookies to the apartment from Smallville.  Or something.

EDIT:
Found it!

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So, as many of you know, I quite enjoy Doctor Who.  I was on the train earlier this week, and fell asleep, and...well...this conversation came of it on a friend's Facebook wall.  As usual, all names have been changed.

DON'T BLINK! )
tl;dr: My friends are nerdily awesome, I have really creepy but really cool dreams, boats are cool.

dreamwaffles: (my fandom thanks you kindly)

I'm having a Facebook conversation with a friend of mine from school right now, and we're trying to assign blame to a situation.  Her most recent quote was, "Canadian Mountie!  Not my fault now."

The explanation for this one is really pretty goofy, so I thought I'd share. 

Actually, before I do that, here's the exchange, because it just gets...progressively sillier, and is making me kind of giggle my head off.

Me: (to a different friend) My fault or hers?
Her: Canadian Mountie!  Not my fault now.
Me: Vulcan pledge of allegiance.  Totally your fault.
Her: Doing the next step of Canadian Mountie does not override original Canadian Mountie!
That would just be chaos!

So, I'm sure that many of you are familiar with the phenomenon of "No Nose Goes", in which the last person in a group to touch their nose is the one whose fault it is, who has to do some sort of task the rest of us are too lazy to do, etc.  I have found that this is rampant at camps and wherever there are large numbers of lazy young people congregated.  However, there is something of a problem with No Nose Goes: if everyone is aware of it and becomes acclimated, it can become extremely difficult to determine who, in fact, had no nose last and now has to perform a task.

My dorm overcame this inherent difficulty by adopting a more advanced two-step system of No Nose Goes.  We call it Canadian Mountie.  (hence the icon, if you're on dreamwidth.)  Canadian Mountie requires both hands, and consists of one hand held flat and palm-down just below the nose, and one cupped hand hovering about three inches over the head in order to imitate a Stetson.

It is very, very silly to see in a large group of my dormies, some of whom like to present themselves as serious-minded people for some strange reason.  When Canadian Mountie goes, if you're not a Mountie, you're going to suffer the consequences of what normally would be the fate of one who had No Nose.

We actually have a slightly expanded sequence of motions, which performed in the correct order consists of:

No Nose Goes (index finger to tip of nose)
Canadian Mountie (moustache and hat)
Vulcan Pledge of Allegiance (hand in the Vulcan V placed over heart)
Pirate Hitler (left index finger under nose to imitate Hitler moustache, right arm extended in a Heil with index finger crooked like a pirate's hook)

These actions are actually fairly difficult to perform in rapid sequence and not mix up the fingers and such.  However, for practical purposes, our dorm uses only No Nose Goes transitioning to Canadian Mountie (in which case, the people who habitually carry beverages *cough* are usually shit out of luck.)

Anyway, the protocols for Canadian Mountie on Facebook are a little fuzzy.  Mostly I posted this because I find it hilarious.  If there are conclusive results I will edit to add them.

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1. GAY PEOPLE!

Every once in a while, I am reminded of just how amazing the gay community is.  For example: this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03PnU27cWDs


This...made my life.  I love that song anyway, because Lily Allen rocks, but...this video makes me really, really happy.

Also Dan Savage is amazing.  See: this.  http://www.youtube.com/itgetsbetterproject

I'm debating submitting something.  On the one hand, there's not a lot I wouldn't give to be able to have a conversation with my 17-year-old self during my whole denial/self-hate/panic phase of figuring out that I am as gay as a gay thing that gays.  On the other...I hate, hate, hate public speaking.  Hate it.  The more personal things get, the more I do my level best to hide under a bush, as many of you know.  I can do dance concerts, sure, and music concerts are fine, but I don't have to talk during those.

My medium of choice for many things, if not most, is the written word.  Maybe I'll write something out and...do something with it.  I don't know.  Like I said, I'm wavering.  And sure, I could write a speech; whether or not I could actually read it aloud is another though...I might be able to do something with it if I collaborate.  I don't have time to do it anytime soon in any case though.

Whether or not I do, I'm stalking this youtube channel...

2. SWEDISH MEATBALLS!

I made them last night for my housemates.  They were nom-licious, even though it was my first time ever making the recipe and I had to substitute broth for the consomme because the store was out.  I was terrified because the meat looked a little dodgy, but NOM NOM NOM and no one got food poisoning, so huzzah!

3. DEAR FRIENDS!

A very close friend of mine, the guy who was the first real friend I made at college (about four other people became friends at about the same time, but he squeaks in just before they did because we met playing Zombies vs Humans before we went to game night and joined up with the rest of the Jewfalcons), posted this quote on my Facebook wall at the beginning of the summer, when we were missing one another a hell of a lot and the sting hadn't faded yet.

"True friendship isn't being inseparable.  It's being separated, and nothing changes."

I'd like to add to that a quote from Due South.

"A friend is someone who won't stop until he finds you and brings you home."

I'm on my way, guys.  I'll get there. <3

4. LOVE!

Apparently I'm sparkly and glowy and shit, or something.  I keep finding myself with a stupid grin on my face that I can't seem to stifle.  I'm giving myself diabetes.  I would be horrified, but I'm too happy to care!

Sorry if I'm talking any of your ears off, btw; I can't seem to stop myself.  Luckily you guys don't seem to give the impression of minding, and even when I am asking silly questions about how to talk to girls you are noble enough to not laugh in my face.  XD

5. AUTUMN!

It is my favorite season right now, guys!  I LOVE FALL.  The leaves are pretty!  There are fresh apples and squash and corn!  OM NOM NOM!

6. ADAM LAMBERT!

The man's voice looks like clear forest green shot through with black glitter.  I can't stop listening to him.  HELP.  EITHER BY STOPPING ME OR SENDING ME MORE LAMBERT.  -facepalm-

7. THE NUMBER SEVEN!

Seven, four, and eleven have always been my favorite numbers.  Also forty-two.  But mostly four, seven, and eleven.

Okay, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel, so...what is making you guys happy lately?  Feel free to ask me questions about any of the above!

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So, I have a dreamwidth account now.

Woot!

I also now have more icons!  As far as I'm aware, they're for the use of anyone who wants them, but unfortunately I was a little lax in their sources, so if you see one you happen to know belongs to someone else, please let me know about it and I'll change it right away.

Thank you kindly! :P
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I'll be posting what's going on at my exchange program eventually, I'm working on a post this weekend to be uploaded soonish, but I've been reading atheist/ex-Christian/ex-Mormon blogs all morning and something occurred to me.

I can't help but notice that while ex-Mormon and ex-Christian blogs are a dime a dozen, the only ex-Zen Buddhist blogs I can find are people who converted to some form of Protestant Christianity.  I'm not entirely sure what this means, and I don't know if it can be regarded as a significant data point, considering how much of a minority Zen Buddhists are in this culture.

Of course, being a Zen Buddhist, I may well be biased in their favor.  However, I'm intrigued enough to throw it open to discussion.  Thoughts, anyone?  (I trust that you guys, o teeny flist, will remain civil and respectful to one another at all times.  Particularly, rl friends, if you ever want to eat my baking again.)

I may add more to this entry, but I'm actually quite hungry and haven't even had tea yet.
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So, clearly, it's MEME TIME!
Silly, silly fandom meme inside! )

Hit me!
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I have no idea if this poetic form has a name. )

buses

May. 5th, 2010 09:46 pm
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Sometimes when I'm riding the bus, I look around at the other riders and thinks about what might happen if the bus suddenly teleported and crashed on an alien planet.  Who would take charge, how different people would react, the groups that would form, etc...

I can't be the only who does this, can I?
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What kind of world is this, where the matter of what’s in a significant other’s pants can lead to outright rejection and blanket social condemnation?
MY VIEW OF THE WORLD: )

hope:

Apr. 9th, 2010 12:50 am
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this strange little thing
so small against an ocean
a candle at night.
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The more I read about working in the Arctic and Antarctic Circles, the more I want to go.

The further north (or south) the better.

I've just spent almost an hour going through websites with Arctic and Antarctic work opportunities.  Camp worker, general staff, science staff, boat handlers, mechanics-I don't care.  I would love to go to the ice.

I mean, I thought I was obsessed with the Gold Rush when I was a kid (totally obsessed, btw, you don't even want to know about my visits to the Gold Rush musem -cough-) but this is exponentially more than that.

...so.  Crazy?  Yes?  No?
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I have a list of songs that sound like sunlight.

Currently I'm listening to it, and reading fluffy SGA fic before I go study for my plant test.

Today was not a terribly good day, except for plant lab, which was as always amazing.  I love that class.

Tomorrow my dad is visiting and taking me to dinner.  I'm bringing friends with me, on his invitation.

But I don't know how much longer I can do this.

-sigh-

ETA: For the interested, here's a partial list of the songs I was listening to.  I've put the ones that look (sound?  Damn it, English is not designed for synesthetes) most like sunlight down.

They sound like other stuff too, each instrument and voice has its own particular color/pattern, but taken as whole songs, these sound like sunlight.  There are more songs that sound like sunlight too, but these were the ones on the list.

Why Walk When You Can Fly, Mary Chapin Carpenter
I'll Tag Along, Gordon Lightfoot
Sweet Carolina Rain, Kane
Om, The Moody Blues
I'm Gonna Be, The Proclaimers
Ride Forever, Paul Gross
100 Years, Five for Fighting
Fields of Gold, Sting
Shambala, Three Dog Night
Watershed, Indigo Girls
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Two things to address this post.  Both are slightly silly, and they are tangentially related.

One, I watched Hot Fuzz last night with a bunch of my dormies, and dear god how did I go so long without seeing that movie?  Apparently my friends who'd already seen it derived as much amusement from my reactions to it as from the movie itself.  I had seven guests, most of them piled somehow onto my bed, and we watched it with so much glee.  Afterwards we watched All Fired Up (a few people left), and let me tell you, it was a joy to see just how much sheer glee people got out of that movie.  I'd only seen part of it.  I think that my 21-year old male friend with WFR training got the most out of it, however, judging by how much he was cackling.  And to round out the evening, we watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, which only one of my guests had never seen.  The rest of us, naturally, sang along.  And although four of the original people had left, we gained three more random passersby.  And then I kicked everyone out so I could shower and sleep because by that time it was 0100.

Ah, college.  Such a sinful and depraved place, dont'cha know.  What with all the rampant movie-watching and tea-drinking that goes on in my circle of friends.  And, okay, okay, I admit it-I handed out Kit Kats.  My perversity knows no bounds.  Truly.

(but seriously, Hot Fuzz.  OH MY GOD.  I might watch it again tonight.  And I am buying it as soon as I have the opportunity.)

Tangentially related to last night's events of sin and perversity, Nick's peace lily made me really, really miss having a dorm plant.  My maidenhair fern died over break (poor baby, it was never the same after the heat wave, and the freeze this winter did it in -sigh-) and the African violet I had last year just wasn't happy here.  So I currently have no plant.

I want a plant damn it.  They are soothing!  They clean the air!  I talk to them!  All I have right now is a dried rose I got at the dance recital and it's very pretty but that's not a plant, that's decoration.  I'm a bio major, people!  I NEED PLANTS!

So, I've been researching plants all morning and I think today I will walk up the main boulevard where there are stores and find myself a new plant.  Perhaps a peace lily even, though that's a little large for the space I have.

My mom is kind of 'meh' on houseplants, but I love them.  Which is slightly odd, because I'm 'meh' on gardening.

Anyway, here's hoping I get a good plant soon.  And that this one lives.  -crosses fingers-

ETA: I bought a peace lily! :D
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Firstly: I'm totally caught up on Doctor Who.  This is weeeeird, that's never happened before!  O.o  Also, in this entry I make a pun for which I quite possibly should be killed.

Cut for enormous Doctor Who and Torchwood spoilers (all of them) )

Cut for enormous Doctor Who and Torchwood spoilers (all of them) )

Cut for enormous Doctor Who and Torchwood spoilers (all of them) )

tl;dr: Farewell, Russell T. Davies (you fucker), and The End of Time didn't traumatize me nearly as much as Children of Earth.  I'm okay with it.

EDIT: I have no idea what's up with my cut tags.  Sorry.

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