For I am out tonight

Writer's Block: Ten for the Tenth

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 20:14:44 GMT

Some people spend their whole lives preparing the answer to this question: What albums are on your personal all-time Top 10 list?

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I was just thinking about which is my favourite Alice Cooper album on my walk home, which is convenient, as they would definitely rank up in the top ten. However it's so hard to choose a top ten, as I always hate leaving artists out.

In no particular order!

1. Killer by Alice Cooper
2. Sell Out by The Who
3. III by Led Zeppelin
4. Creature by Moist
5. Jefferson Airplane Takes Off by Jefferson Airplane
6. Yourself Or Someone Like You by Matchbox Twenty
7. Meddle by Pink Floyd
8. Feedback by Rush
9. Queen (I) by Queen
10. High 'N' Dry by Def Leppard (after being reminded by Ria that I missed a number 10 XD )

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 22:28:03 GMT

If anyone has seen the user pages, you may know what I'm talking about.

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Wed, 24 Sep 2008 02:27:51 GMT

Title On Through the Night
Bandom Alice Cooper
Pairing Michael Bruce/Dennis Dunaway - I'm so boring, aren't I? XD
Rating R
Word Count 2716
Disclaimer The only real elements of this story are the members of Alice Cooper, as in the original band. Alice Cooper, Michael Bruce, Glen Buxton, Dennis Dunaway and Neal Smith - all very much real people - but the story is just that, a story, fictional, not real.

This is a continuation of the Writer's Block I did up Friday night, technically early Saturday morning. I think it's mostly cleaned up, at least as far as editing goes - my mind is never all that clean after all.

Six men kneeled on the deck, heads bowed down except for one. He looked straight forward at the four men who were judging their fate, seemingly impassive despite the fright they put on the other five. The sixth man was neither impassive nor frightened; instead he observed, expression cool.

"They were the only survivors."

"Merchants. They didn't stand a chance."

"It was either sink or float, and these six floated."

"They will have wished that they sunk with their friends after they find out what we have in store for them."

An intent blue eye raked over the six merchants, all roughed up by the sea air, salt water, and by their steel. Where a second eye should have been, a glittering silver eye patch was positioned, clashing with the gold and brown headscarf that held back bedraggled black hair. "A fair trade off, considering their stores have been lifted by us; a tidy sum that will fit our purses quite nicely.”

"You will be hanged for this!" One of the merchants snapped, thrusting his chin up as he glared at the four oppressors.

"Been there, done that, and I'm still here." A smirk curled up underneath the blue eye. "I'm not shaking in fear, which can't be said for you."

The merchant opened his mouth to speak again, affording a breath before a hand smacked him in his face. It wasn't the smack that afforded his flinch of pain, but the brass knuckles that the hand wore. "Keep your mouth shut before we gag you. We'd rather not, we like our cannonballs where they are," the tall blond warned.

The head ducked down with dark expression, but the one head remained upright. The other blond glared at him, taking a step forward. "Stop staring before I'm forced to cut your eyes out. You have no right to look at Captain Cooper!"

The merchant lowered his eyes briefly before they returned to the blond, slowly easing from him to the dark-haired man and back. "I'm sorry, but I have always been of the belief that is better to look a man in the face, than to have my aims set on his back."

The other blond turn to the merchant, glaring down at him. "Are you threatening the Captain?"

"Exactly the opposite." He slowly and carefully shook his head, keeping his gaze on the four men. "I'm assuring him I won't."

For several minutes the only sound on the Sick Things came from the waves hitting the bow, the small crew uncertainly looking at one another while the officers watched their captain as he stroked his chin. Finally the shorter blond spoke. "So do we get to kill them or not?"

"Not directly." The captain bit back a chuckle as shudders and groans sounded before him. "Strip them down and throw them into the remains of their rowboat. The seas will kill them long before they reach shore, or they'll wind up killing one another." The blonds grinned widely, one reaching for the two daggers he carried while the other reached for his sword. "Just save the one for me. I want to know what precisely his... 'aims' are. Mike, take him to your quarters, and don't let him out of your sight."

Nodding almost imperceptibly the shortest of the pirates grabbed the merchant by the back of his neck, long hair and all, hauling him to his feet and dragging him away from the raucous of the deck. The crew was cheering and whistling as articles of clothing were ripped to pieces. The sound didn't diminish until they reached the smaller of two cabins, the door opening and slamming roughly.

Behind closed doors Mike licked his lips, sizing him down and up, concluding his own observations with a leer.

"Let's see what it takes to get a reaction out of you."

He stood stock still, not even his gaze moving as Mike stepped right before him, their faces only inches apart. If his sudden proximity was an issue he didn't show it, face calm, studying him like he studied him. The corner of his mouth curling up slightly, Mike dragged his hand from his neck forward, a gesture of intimacy made by crude by rough hands. His fingers detected no increase of heart-rate, no change in breathing or tension, all of which he noted and stored away for future use. "What is your name?"

"Dennis." He could feel his vocal chords working under his thumb, rising and falling. "How long will it be until the Captain visits?"

Mike cocked his head, listening to the jeering voices outside. "It will be a while; it sounds like everyone is having a great time, or at least most of them. I would imagine your friends feel differently."

With a shift of his shoulder Dennis shook his head. "I told them not to travel the direction we were taking."

"You don't look like a man of the sea," Mike remarked, giving him another once-over, which turned into a twice, then a thrice-over.

"My business lends to a lot of travelling."

Several ideas and innuendos sprung to mind. "And what kind of business do you do Dennis?”

The implication was not lost on him. The first sign of non-calm crossed Dennis' face, a faint smirk. "Nothing that concerns you, and nothing that you can afford."

"Ohhh, but you're forgetting one thing." Chuckling lowly, Mike withdrew his hand, wagging his finger at his face. "I'm a pirate. I don't do prices. I take whatever I want, whenever I want, for no price."

"That's quite the business," Dennis commented, amusement underlying his indifferent words.

"But someone has to do it. If we don't, there would be no use for commerce. Too much supply, no need for demand. No pirates, no need for the men in red and blue. In other words, no need for you," Mike pointed out, sounding more like a professor than a pirate, even though both were worldly in their own rights.

"If you insist." The soft spoken agreement paired back to the cool expression of earlier. "Although I wouldn't precisely call myself a merchant."

"I'll call you one." Shrugging he gave Dennis a knowing look. "You know how to sell yourself to safety."

A light scoff escaped Dennis' lips. "I'm safe in your hands? I find that hard to believe."

"You're not being stripped down and thrown overboard," Mike pointed out. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing to him. Grinning widely he continued. "Of course, there could be a change in plans after your date with Cooper. At that point you may very well be in the sea."

"Do you really want to call me a seaman? You looked far too curious trying to figure out who I am," Dennis mentioned.

"Who you are is our prisoner," Mike corrected. Still grinning he grabbed Dennis' elbow, wheeling him into the room, positioning himself between the man and the door.

Despite the sudden jerk Dennis didn't stumble, smoothly keeping up with Mike. However his momentum kept him moving even as Mike stopped, his arm sliding free of his grip. Dennis noticed the change in distance and took several steps back in. "But you're the only one in the room, so at the moment I am only your prisoner."

"I'm not going to deny that," Mike agreed. His smile had faltered when Dennis approached him again, but it stayed on his face; he crossed his arms, levelling his gaze on the other man. "Although, I don’t quite understand why you need to remind me."

"Well-" Hesitating for a second, pressing his lips into a thin line, Dennis narrowed his eyes. "Wouldn't you know why the Captain wants to keep me?"

"He must be as curious about you as I am," Mike replied easily, without consideration. "We don't get blessed with civil conversation with moral society all that often. In fact, this would be the first."

"I hate to point it out to you, but your expectations on the rest of society are wrong. Morals are subjective, and open to debate," Dennis pointed out.

Mike rolled his eyes, releasing his arms. "Tell that to them."

Dennis smiled apologetically. "I would, but they won't believe me."

"Why are you being civil with me, with us?" There was command to his question, despite his conversational tone.

"Everyone deserves to be treated civilly, pirate or not." His expression was neutral but Dennis spoke with an air of honesty, one that wasn't put on for the occasion or his audience. "Besides, piracy comes in many forms. I would know; I've seen it with my own eyes."

"You are a most curious individual. For every answer you give me, I find myself with more questions," Mike commented, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You aren't all that simple yourself either,” Dennis mentioned.

Mike arched an eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I find you...” Dennis’ tongue darted out quickly, wetting his lip as he tried to grasp the word that was eluding him. “Intriguing.”

Laughing mockingly, Mike made his way to one of the dressers. “And what, Captain Cooper is elegant, while Neal and Glen are debonair?”

“I’m sure they all have their charms, but I haven’t been engaged in witty conversation with them.” His mouth curving up a fraction, he looked from the corner of his eye to Mike. “I’ve been too fascinated by our conversation.”

With a scoff, Mike rolled his eyes. “You will say anything to save yourself from bathing in salt water.”

Shaking his head in negation Dennis spared the sigh he was about to breathe out, stifling it instead. “I’ve already been in there once, another bath won’t kill me. I’m no cat.”

“How am I to know what you’re hiding underneath your clothes?” Opening one of the drawers, Mike pulled out a bottle, well used judging by the almost depleted contents. Uncorking it he took a swig; he would have taken another swallow but Dennis’ upturned mouth curling into a smirk made him pause. “What now?”

“You and your questions,” Dennis remarked, chuckling as he shook his head again. “Why do you keep asking when you could just go ahead and find out for yourself? You’ve certainly insinuated enough already, unless you’re incapable of following your own impulses.”

“I am more than capable of-”A sudden uproar from outside distracted Mike. Glancing backwards, despite knowing he couldn’t see through the walls, he didn’t see Dennis advance on him. He only knew Dennis was upon him by the time he felt lips press against the corner of his mouth, pressing more firmly as Mike turned his head forward, warm lips flush against his. “Uh uh uh,” Mike scolded lightly, smirking into the touch even as he took a step back. “You are being too presumptive for your own good.”

The space between them was diminished as Dennis took another step forward. “What’s stopping you from putting me back in my place?”

“Is that a challenge?” Mike breathed his question out just like he let his rum-soaked breath plume onto Dennis’ face.

Dennis raised his chin, using his few inches height advantage to look down on Mike. “Yes it is. Now are you going to keep talking, or are you going to do something about it?”

Mike shoved forward with a snarl, dropping the re-corked bottle to his bed while driving Dennis back first to the nearest wall. A crack sounded as his head struck the wood, but that daze was insignificant by the time he felt teeth sink into his neck, sharp enough to hurt, not hard enough to damage, but sending him cross-eyed with need all the same. He hung on tight to Mike, but another bite into his neck, biting up tendon as Mike shifted his hands to pin his arms to the wall, and Dennis could only groan in approval in the back of his throat.

“Is that what you wanted?” Mike growled, expression and voice amused but also accented with lust of his own.

Dennis didn’t bother to answer with any words. Instead he pulled Mike in closer, hooking his leg behind Mike’s knee while crushing their mouths together. The slow tease of banter had wasted enough time, and by now they spared no seconds, pushing clothes off and aside, grinding against one another as they grabbed one another, marking with teeth, jagged nails and mouths. They didn’t even try for the bed, necessity winning over luxury.

Breath fluttering in his chest Dennis tried to control himself, but the only attempt at grounding he was successful at was his hips bearing against Mike’s, the agile fingers that had stretched him now replaced by his shaft. Mike’s mouth burned into his shoulder, a vicious smile of all teeth that bit down as he thrusted, their thrusts in sync with one another. The nails he dug into Dennis’ hips were unnecessary but he left one hand in place, circling the other around to wrap around Dennis’ erection. He wished he could have seen his face, what he looked like as he struggled to keep quiet, groans and whines and cut-off words and his name spilling free from his lips, just like he was going to spill. Then again, he would just have a better look later that night.

It was that very scene, the Captain barely rapping on the door before entering, that he stumbled upon. Peeling back his eye patch he gaped, eyes wide and fixed upon the sweating men across the room from him. “I’ll... be... right back,” he muttered, even though he knew they never heard or saw him, even as he hastily closed the door shut.

Alice snapped away from the door, ear burning and refusing to ignore the sounds from within. He stared at the door, incapable of answering the simple question Neal was asking.

“Is Dennis in there or not?”

Making like a mime Alice did every hand gesture known to man soundlessly, expression stuck on one of sheer incredulousness. At last he jabbed his thumb at the door, which Neal successfully translated as he should take a listen.

Pressing his own ear to the door, Neal’s confusion lasted only for a few seconds, quickly turning to disbelief, only to turn into amusement.

“Where has that thief gone off to? Where is my rum?” Glen stormed down the hotel hallway, accusations flying.

Neal sputtered in reply, leaving Alice to shake off his shock in order to answer. “Who are you looking for?”

“Mike!” Twisting his lips in frustration and smacking Neal on the arm, Glen continued to fume. “He took off with my celebratory bottle of rum!” Neal’s sputtering dissolved into laughter, and even Alice had to grin. Clearly not finding the situation funny Glen glared at his friends. “So where is he?”

“Indulging in two kinds of booty!” Neal squeezed out, before laughing even harder.

Glen made a good impression of a sulking schoolboy, stomping a foot and pouting. “But why is the rum gone?”

“Because it’s a pirate’s life?” Alice offered, biting back his smile for several seconds.

Scowling even deeper, Glen stalked away. “You two are no help!”

Alice shrugged off Glen’s words, deciding to turn to Neal instead. “Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum? Alice asked.

Having composed himself Neal took a deep breath, nodding at Alice. “That’s quite the... loot Mike hauled in tonight.”

Alice smirked. “Tomorrow’s going to be fun.”

Stretched out on his bed, Mike pulled the bottle away from his mouth, offering it to the naked man lying alongside him, debauched and proud of it. Outside the crew still laughed, no doubt enjoying the show Neal and Glen were performing on the other five merchants. Dennis lifted a hand for the bottle, but the hand attached to the arm wrapped around his waist curled over his hand, their fingers interlocking. He parted his lips, accepting the rum poured into his mouth. The sweetened liquid trickled down his dry throat, satisfying his thirst, but it was the mouth that pressed to his that satisfied him even better.

“So what kind of business do you do Dennis?”

“Well, I can teach you a few things I learned during my travels to India.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

And within the hotel room, the pillaging continued on through the night.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 19:08:15 GMT

Sneaking on yet again, with a question that is relevant to something I am writing, just not at this time. Still have a few other priorities before I get to writing. But still, I ask now.

I was just looking up on Google travelling distances and times between Los Angeles, and a couple of places in Arizona. It says it takes 7h12m to travel to Tucson, and 5h31m to travel to Phoenix. However, what I want to know is how much that time might differ if those distances were travelled back in 1969/1970. I'm thinking lower speed limits on the roads, and cars certainly not going as fast as they do now, would add some extra time. Who would think tacking on an extra hour or two would be more realistic?

Please and thank you in advance. ^_^

Voice Post

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:58:41 GMT

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:05:27 GMT

Title: Drinkers Don't Need Names
Fandom: The Who with a mystery guest
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: While loosely based around actual events of 1966, this is not real. The people are real, but I seriously doubt this ever happened. And thank you very much to luisadeza for her assistance.

With the polished brass and chestnut tables and a spicy scent reaching into the furthest of the dimly lit booths, the place didn’t look like a pub, let alone the type of pub the three mod-styled men should be seen in. Deep into their fourth round, the bartender making sure to keep a close eye on the three of them, lest they caused any trouble, they all wore expressions of amusement, two listening keenly to the shortest lad as he monopolised the conversation, gesticulating with his whole arms to emphasise his point. The bartender cringed as his hand swung backwards into one of the glasses, but the fair-haired one caught it with a deft hand.

“As grand as your story is Keith, you didn’t need to assault my drink,” he replied after taking a sip from his beer.

“It wasn’t listening to me.” Keith quickly cast an admonishing glare to the sweaty glass before returning to his smile. “As I was saying, the song is going to be a hit, no matter which album it winds up on. How can it not be when we recorded it – you, Jeff, Jimmy, Me--”

Setting his glass down, he raised his eyebrows in speculation. “And if I wasn’t there?”

“It would tank.” His smile stretching wider Keith gulped down his beer, leaving only tiny clouds of foam in the bottom of his glass.

“I don’t really like what you’re suggesting there,” the other dark-haired youth commented, casting a sideways glance to Keith wiping his mouth dry with his hand.

Keith’s eyes took on a wicked gleam, hovering over his fingers. “I know your style; it wouldn’t have had the rhythm that the song required.”

A beat and the two other men locked eyes, uncertain but not offended. If anything they were waiting, anticipating another punch-line. Taking his time to take a sip of his own drink he glanced back to his friend. “Why would that be?”

“Because you are too boring,” Keith declared loudly, thumping his hand down to the table, making the glasses rattle. “All bassists are boring, with their four strings and thumbs, they don’t compare to the arsenal I pack.”

“You are talking rubbish, once again.” The fair one shook his head, turning back towards the other man. “Is he like this all the time?”

“Always, if not worse.” He kept his eyes forward, expression focused in its determination to not smirk or look at all towards Keith.

Keith’s mouth fell open, trying for indignant while not laughing. “John!”

“What?” the two replied at the same time.

Making a face of annoyance Keith pointed his finger, waving it between the two. “This is not working. Choruses are for songs, not for chatter. We need a solution to this... craziness.”

“And here I thought you revelled in craziness,” the fair one remarked.

“He does, as long as he’s supplying the crazy,” the other one corrected.

“Hush now boys.” Wagging his finger in lecture mode Keith lifted his chin appraisingly. His finger wandered to the side, pointing to the dark haired man. “Since I’ve known you the longest, you can remain John. Seniority is important after all.” His finger swung back to the other side, the fairer man waiting expectantly. “And you shall be... Jonesy.”

“Well Jonesy, seeing as we’re too boring for Keith here, should we be on our way?” John asked.

Jonesy considered the question, his glass still poised upon his lips; within a few seconds the rest of his beer was gone. “I thought we were too crazy for him.”

“Crazy and boring, such a bad combination,” John said. Putting his own glass on the table beside Jonesy’s he stood up. “Hope to see you soon Keith, when I’m exciting enough for you.”

“I’d say the same thing, but I’m afraid I’ll always be too boring,” Jonesy lamented.

Keith stared at their backs as they departed from the booth, hands lifted to wave at the still staring bartender. “The sods,” he grumbled under his breath before hollering across the near empty pub. “Bring me another!”

Mash Game: Predict Your Future at eSPIN-the-Bottle

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 21:27:49 GMT



		I will marry John E.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Britain in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 7 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Red Cadillac.
		I will spend my days as a Singer, and live happily ever after.

Feeling thirsty?

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 04:19:44 GMT

This is a bit of a random question but I'm hoping someone about on my list might be able to help.

I have never had gin straight-up before, and so I'm not familiar with what its flavour would be like. How would one describe it? If the specifics matter at all, it would be without ice, the cap missing to said gin having been missing for roughly twenty-four hours.

Please and thanks!

Thu, 01 May 2008 00:27:24 GMT

Found this in my email:

Hippiefest Tickets
Line up (subject to change without notice): headliner: Eric Burdon and the Animals. Support: Jack Bruce (of Cream), The Turtles feat. Flo & Eddie, Badfinger feat. Joey Molland, Terry Sylvester of the Hollies. For more information visit Live Nation.

Some of the tickets are very affordable, so I can't help but be a little curious.

I have no idea why I'm feeling so exhausted. Ever since five o'clock I've wanted to crawl into bed. Of course, that wasn't doable; I came downstairs of my own doing to feed the pets, only to be told that I was making dinner as well. A little put out I nevertheless do as told. By six o'clock, dinner about ten minutes from being ready, my dad strolls into the kitchen, approaches the oven to stir the pot, seconds after he saw me stir the pot. He then announces dinner is ready. I was ready to throw the soup at him. I'm blaming it on the exhaustion and pms.

Meme courtesy of zeppelinakias...

Have you ever just sat and stared at the clock when you know you should be doing something more productive?:
More than I'd like to admit.

Have you ever given someone/something a needle?:
For medicinal/narcotic reasons, definitely no. I'm pretty sure I've handed my mom a sewing needle once or twice though.

Did you know that cats can actually get diabetes?:
I didn't know it, but it makes sense thinking of it now.

Wouldn't it be cool if the sky was purple?:
It does turn a purplish hue at sunset, and it looks very pretty.

Whats the first thing that comes to your mind when I say:
Phonebook?:
Seriously outdated.

Apple?:
Ipod. XD

Cheese?:
For the most part, "ugh." Amazing how fast my tastes change...

Dead grass?:
Marijauna. XD

Audrey Hepburn?:
Breakfast At Tiffany's, and sadly I thought of the song first, then the movie.

Big brother?:
That goddamn annoying show on television of the same name. XD

The Sims?:
The computer game, that I sometimes wish I had.

Greasy hair?:
My hair after work. That and 'Greasy Heart', as in the song by Jefferson Airplane.

Water bottle?:
My drink choice as of late at work.

Has one of your pets ever ran away?:
One of my pets, no. However my family was dog-sitting my uncle's dog when it ran away.

Did you ever find it?:
Thank goodness, yes!

Would you ever consider getting a pet rabbit?:
No, I never saw the appeal.

Do you think you are disrespectful?:
At times, and I never mean to do so, but sometimes I just don't think.

Ever been on InsaneJournal?:
No.

Ever done shots of tequila?
Sadly, no.

Are you planning on dying your hair anytime soon?:
Funny you should ask, but yes. I just don't want to do get it done at the hairdresser's as I don't have a whole lot of money. The only problem is that I haven't personally dyed my hair in a long time.

What color?:
Since I'm doing it myself, some shade of red. I kind of want to try blonde, but seeing as that would be a big change for myself, that would be something I'd leave in the hands of a professional. XD

If you had to use red or purple ink which one would you choose?:
Give me the purple!

Would you rather wear neon pink or neon green?:
Neon green, because a) nine times out of ten I can't stand pink, and b) green looks good on me. ^_^

Ever been to the dollar store and bought glow sticks for no reason?:
Can't say I have.

Or were you going to a rave?:
Nope, not that either.

Have you ever finished a DVD series in a week?:
I'm not sure if it was a week, but it was close to it. Hmm, maybe eight days a week? XD

Do you think that's pretty sad?:
Laughably sad. XD

And you obviously don't have a life if you've accomplished that?:
Oh, I do have a life, it's just not an exciting one. XD

Have you had less than two drinks containing alcohol and puked?:
If I had, my ancestors would be heart-broken. Irish + Scots = hearty drinkers

Have you ever taken certain medication that specifically says not to drink alcohol with it but drank anyway?:
I don't believe so.

Have you ever drank blended up grass?:
HUH? (Answer: no).

Don't you just hate it when you can't get a hold of someone?:
Yes I do.

And you just keep calling but they are never there?:
I phone them twice, leave a message, and don't call any more, but I will remained annoyed.

And then you start feeling like a stalker?:
Oh, I think I said this part already. But no.

Because the same person keeps answering the phone telling you they aren't there?:
... why yes, I did say this already!

What are you going to do now?
Find my uploads! I might write a bit of fic, but most likely I'll go to sleep.

I'm a member of a couple of music downloading communities, and have uploaded albums and songs that were requested at both places. The uploads are still active, and so I'm sharing the links for anyone who might be interested. Just comment with what you're taking, I'm curious like that. ^_^

Buffalo Springfield
ST - album
Buffalo Springfield Again - album
Last Time Around - album

Heart
Rock & Roll, live cover of Led Zeppelin - mp3
Stairway to Heaven, live cover of Led Zeppelin - mp3
Dreamboat Annie - album

Jefferson Airplane
Jefferson Airplane Takes Off - album
Surrealistic Pillow - album
After Bathing At Baxter's - album
Crown of Creation - album
Volunteers - album

The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Axis - Bold As Love - album

John Paul Jones. Yes, I kid you not!
Zooma - album
The Thunderthief - album

Rush
2112 - album
Moving Pictures - album
Signals - album
Snakes & Arrows - album

Supertramp
Crime of the Century - album
Even In the Quietest of Moments - album

Thin Lizzy
Fighting - album
Jailbreak - album
Johnny the Fox - album
Bad Reputation - album

Oh, and adorable moment of the day: almost ready to leave the house for work, I realise I hadn't put my duvet pillow on my bed. I'm about to pick it up when I realised Tika was sleeping soundly on it. ♥

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 20:32:57 GMT

Happy St Paddy's Day! I don't know what my plans are for tonight, so it may involve Chocolate Mint Baileys or Guinness. Maybe both, who knows... I'm not wearing anything green, but in my defence, I am wearing my usual Celtic jewellery, and Celtic legend does play a role in Irish legend.

And, in honour of St Paddy's Day...

What Your Shamrock Says About You

You are good at making decisions and getting things done. You don't procrastinate.

At times, people are put off by your ambition. You don't really take a lot of time to relax.

You don't really consider yourself a lucky person. In your view, people create their own luck.

You are creative, innovative, and complicated. You definitely have a unique spin on the world.

The Shamrock Personality Test

Except I do relax, and procrastinate A LOT!

Oh, and before I forget again, I really must share the most ridiculous - but also hilarious - short conversation with my dad.

After attempting to put together a cheap bookcase together on my onesie, and breaking it... Yeah, I'm stupid, what of it?

Dad: What is the bookcase for?
Me: *Silently goggling* It's for myself, I'll be using it in my room.
Dad: What will you be using it for?
Me: *Goggling to the point that my eyes should fall out* Books.

What the HELL do you use a bookcase for? A turtle? My cats wanted to go into the hurdle events at the summer cat olympics, I'm using the bookcase for them to practice hurdling over. I'M USING A BOOKCASE FOR BOOKS, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?

Oh, and I'm proud to announce that my cat Tika engages in most music dvd watching with me. Queen, Led Zeppelin - I think she also watched INXS with me, I'm not positive. However, Reggie the dog does Pink Floyd. Pink Floyd live at Pompeii. By some act of luck he was actually outside for Mademoiselle Nobs. XD

Writer's Block: The Things We Carry

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:58:42 GMT

Also known as delaying the creative proces

Considering I don't so much carry a purse with me but a bag - the term may be hobo's bag, I'm not certain - I can carry many things with me. I always have my wallet, keys and cell phone on me, along with several tubes of lip smackers. I also have pressed powder and a nail file. What can I say? I don't claim to be a girly girl but I do have a few necessities.

I have a small pill container, with tylenol and aleve in it. I think it might also include a tylenol cold and sinus pill in it.

I also have a few little extra toys in my bag. A Book of Squees (I don't expect anyone to know what that is, aside from the person who made it for me), a pencil, a rubber cup protector rather than a paper cup protector for when I want to get a tea from anywhere, kleenex, alcohol handwipes, a brush and hand cream.

And that's just the basics.

When I'm off to work I have a change of shirt in my purse, along with my notebook for writing and ipod.

Often when I'm out doing errands, if I buy something small, I won't bother getting a bag. I'll put it straight in my bag.

Oh, and I have a pin for the special olympics on the side.

I basically carry my life with me.

(FIC) Whose Gift Is This?

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 19:59:25 GMT

Editted because I meant to post this at Q/. ^^;;

Throws tinsel in the air

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 22:06:46 GMT

As the chances of me being on tomorrow are slim to none, I would like to make this early announcement:

Merry Christmas!!

May you have a wonderful day spent with the ones you love.

*Big hugs around*

Led Zeppelin/Christmas mashups on youtube

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:24:10 GMT

Occasionally I can find the most brilliant things from the two Zeppelin forums I lurk at.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjOPVKcueQo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjOPVKcueQo

A medical question / scenario.

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 21:23:34 GMT

I'm trying to work out a scenario in my head for a story that I intend to write. When I get around to writing it I don't know but knowing how the mood can strike at odd moments I'd like to have this information ready, just in case.

A twenty-somethin' year old man falls down a flight of stairs. Actually, he's thrown down the stairs during a fight. I haven't a set idea what the stairs look like but I know they're not straight, they kind of curve around. Oh, and they're stairs from inside a house.

In any event, he aquires a few injuries before falling down the stairs. That's not so much the issue but what kind of injuries would he have gotten during the fall? He does try to stop himself, so he has an injured wrist or hand, broken or twisted - I don't know.

My thoughts so far:
Broken/sprained ankle
Concussion
Bruised/fractured ribs
Sore neck and back
Additional facial injuries/cuts

Does that sound about right?

Slightly perturbed with livejournal...

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 21:02:35 GMT

Kate, how did you get your livejournal email notifications working again? I don't seem to be getting my usual notifications for people who comment to my posts and/or comments. And I've got it checked properly in my personal options, so I should be getting email notifications.

Hmph, I hate it when it looks like I'm being rude to people who have posted messages to me, only to not reply. To anyone who is waiting for any word from me I sincerely apologise.

If I'm not obsessing over the '70s, then I'm obsessing on the '60s.

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 18:41:58 GMT

Wading through puddles of leaves, browns and yellows splashing against their legs, they enjoyed the last minutes of daylight. Already the sun was sinking, its hours to come out and play diminishing as the cold drew nearer. Even they drew nearer together, three of them not dressed warmly enough for the evening.

“Come on Jonesy, help your friends out and share,” Bonzo encouraged, reaching out for the older man.

Jonesy danced away again, smiling smugly. “Now why should I do that?”

“Because we’re freezing!” Robert exclaimed. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself, an act of self-preservation, but eyed Jonesy’s thick coat.

“That isn’t my fault.”

“We’re going to be sick for the show, and your charity could have prevented it,” Jimmy argued calmly.

Giving them one last pointed but comical look Jonesy shook his head before hurrying ahead. “I am not giving anyone the clothes off my back.”

From behind him Jimmy and Bonzo glanced at one another, smirks stretching at their lips as the seconds drew out. They let Jonesy take several more strides, quiet but for the crunch of leaves underfoot. A ten metres distance later they darted after him, grabbing him roughly.

“Hey, let go!”

“Stop wiggling!”

“Almost-”

“No!”

“-Got it!”

Laughing as much as they were struggling Jimmy and Bonzo emerged victorious. Jimmy had managed to liberate Jonesy’s coat while Bonzo had gone for the scarf. The tugs on the garments combined with attempts at resistance had thrown Jonesy off-balance; just as the scarf yanked free of his neck Jonesy tripped, leaves cushioning his landing as he fell backwards. As bewildered as he looked his expression was serene as he watched Jimmy and Bonzo run away, pulling on the pilfered clothing. His view was obstructed as Robert stepped before him. “Now you know what it feels like to be freezing,” Robert gloated from above.

“I asked the three of you where your coats were before we left,” Jonesy pointed out. He pulled on his legs, folding them up so he sat cross-legged. “But you said you didn’t need them.”

Robert threw his head back, dying rays of gold turning his hair a shade of red and brightening his smirk. “We fixed that.”

Jonesy smiled back at that. “Bonzo and Jimmy did.”

A light wind picked up around them, heavy enough to stir the leaves and bringing gooseflesh to Robert’s arms. He shivered quickly, rubbing his hands over his arms, before stretching one down to Jonesy. “I’ve had enough of the cold, let’s go.”

With tilted head Jonesy eyed the offered hand. He lifted his hands from his knees slowly, reaching for Robert’s hands but instead of pulling himself up he yanked hard, pulling Robert to the ground.

Robert’s eyes flickered in surprise. Not braced at all he stumbled, landing on his knees besides Jonesy. The force of his fall tossed leaves into the air, which caught in the wind. A torn up scrap of red landed on his shoulder but most of them landed on Jonesy, including a small green leaf that was on Jonesy’s head. Jonesy snapped his hand away, shock taking the triumph from his face. “You weren’t lying, your hands are cold.”

Jonesy’s blessedly hot hand returned to his, cupping one side as Jonesy’s other hand joined, rubbing feeling and heat into his skin. Robert relaxed under the touch, eyes hooding as he watched deft fingers work and wondered just how warm the rest of Jonesy was.

Will be posted at Z/ later.

Befuddled again. Help please?

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 22:53:22 GMT

Hmm, maybe I should ask both questions here.

I have looked over the options on my Ipod and in Itunes and have not found anything to help me with the play count. The nano I have right now is my second ipod I've bought from Apple. The weird thing with the nano is that it won't count anything that I've listened to on it and add it to the play count in Itunes. My first Ipod added the play counts together (Ipod play counts and Itunes play counts). Does anyone know how I can fix this, or is this unfixable?

Secondly, I'm considering joining a Heroes rpg on livejournal. ^_^; The character I wanted to apply for is taken and so I'm considering creating an original character. I've got everything sorted out but I need an avatar for him. The thing is I'm stumped. Sooo, does anyone know any youngish, or youngish looking (early twenties) male celebrities (actors or singers) who have reddish hair? My preference would be reddish-blond but auburn works just as good.

Please and thank you!

Drabbles!

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 21:31:26 GMT

MEME:
The first fifteen people to comment on this post get to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal. Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for.

Fandoms: Queen, Led Zeppelin, CSI, CSI Miami, Heroes, Canadian Idol. Will do unlisted fandoms, but just to be on the safe side please choose a back up. I may not be completely confident. ^_^;

And just because I feel like being demanding, please specify pairing (or none) and a prompt.

Mindless Led Zeppelin fun.

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 03:22:23 GMT

For lack of any posting to my journal today here's a little video. If anyone has seen it before, my bad!

Now off to watch SNL. Bon Jovi and Foo Fighters. Here's to hoping it's good!

It's oh so quiet.

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 20:04:57 GMT

My Ipod and Itunes are driving me crazy. First my Ipod is either dying, or the battery is dying. I can recharge it just fine on my computer but the dial itself on my Ipod is hardly working. It doesn't recognise me turning the volume up or down. Sometimes when I click play on an artist the highlighted artist will flash and do nothing else.

Plus I did something stupid with my music last night which has now erased everything from Itunes. I accidentally removed a bunch of my songs from my music folder. I didn't do it intentionally but I must have left my mouse too long over the my music folder, for it was activated. Then when I moved the mouse I must have left it too long over my received files folder. Next thing I know my songs are transferring to received files. I cancelled the process but now my whole Itunes listing is deleted. And I can't figure out if I can - or can't - transfer the songs on my ipod back to itunes. Actually, it looks like I can't. And I can't remember just which songs are all on my Ipod. Everytime I try to look my ipod freezes up!

Music question

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:00:27 GMT

I'm usually incapable of recognising a good song as nothing more than a good song but a couple of weeks ago I think I made a discovery, the key words being 'I think.' So if anyone can confirm and/or deny my speculation would be appreciated.

I had my mp3 player set on shuffle and from the opening five seconds of a song I thought I was listening to Led Zeppelin's 'You Shook Me.' When the lyrics came in I realised I was wrong, I was listening to Jimi Hendrix's 'Red House.' And that made me wonder...

I know Led Zeppelin 'borrowed' from other artists as far as writing songs for their first two albums, and I believe 'You Shook Me' was one of the songs that had it's roots in another song. On the other hand I don't know Jimi Hendrix's experience with writing his songs and if he borrowed or not.

In either event I do find that the two songs sound very alike, at least as far as the guitar is played.

Am I going crazy or does anyone else hear it?

A simple request from my friends.

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 01:37:13 GMT

I am slowly but surely making up a list of movies I have never seen but want to see. And I was hoping that, if you are so inclined, could each of you share your two favourite movies? Chances are I haven't seen one of them - or both - and I would like to expand my horizons past my small dvd collection. ^_^

Thank you!

I am home!

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:20:19 GMT

I am home!

I am unpacked - with a good deal of laundry to do tomorrow!

I wrote postcoards!

But right now I'm off to bed. I don't know how well I will sleep considering I did do some napping in the van but it's worth an effort.

*Sighs* My own bed!

Clears her throat Mi Mi Mi Miiiii!

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:39:38 GMT

My bags are packed I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door. Already I'm so lonesome I could die.

'Cuz I'm leeaaavin' on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to goooo...

Can you see I'm in a nut mood right now? ^_^

Well, sometime in the next hour I'll be leaving for my friend's house. She'll pick me up on her way there after dropping some important things with her dad. Get something for dinner - my mom gave me money for something nice to eat, although that could be for once I get to Nova Scotia.

Oh yes, for those of you who don't know where I'm going, I'm Nova Scotia bound. Driving through Quebec and New Brunswick to Halifax, Nova Scotia. It may take us between seventeen and twenty hours. Same route home. And we'll be taking a day trip (daaaaaaytripper!) to Prince Edward Island.

Anyways, that's where I'll be for the next couple of weeks. I know I won't be on livejournal for that time. I doubt I'll get to my email but if you get an email from me you'll know that I did. And I've leaving an email for Kerri in a matter of seconds.

Love you everyone! Have fun without me. ^__^