August 24th, 2011
February 16th, 2009
This is my new favoritest icon. I shall use it all the damn time. But not as my default icon because it does not match my header. I need some OCD meds like now.
Random musical comment - Red has a cover of Duran Duran's "Ordinary World" on their new album. It's awesomesauce ♥
I was tagged by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
itsstillmelori
a) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog
b) Tag eight people. Don't tag who tagged you:
ficliously , ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
kilynn16 , seventhpage , yesterday4 , luv4elvis (haha, tagged twice, now you gotta do it!), kimilj , mls25 , dark_eros
make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up:
Writing-notes notebook, remote, can of Diet Coke, nail clippers, pen
how do you style your hair?
About ten sprays of Biolage thermal setting spray on wet hair, blow dry, flat iron the ends and my bangs, spray spray spray. Five, ten minutes tops.
what are you wearing now?
Grey sweat pants and a t-shirt (awwww same as Lo!)
who was the last person you said 'I Love You' to?
my momma
coffee or tea?
coffee!
who was the last person you hugged?
my momma
what's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Um. there's lots but let's go with Sammy and Bela. Cuz it's truuuuuuuuuuuuuue :D
what would you most love to be doing right now?
Eating every single one of the cookies I just baked. But that would be wrong... :|
what was the last text message you received?
From my friend Clayton, a 2 am note telling me that I'm one of his best friends and he misses me. Aww, that's sweet, I should really respond to that. Or take it for what it is - a drunk!friend dial. Not a true drunk dial because he has a fiance he refuses to leave for me. Did I just type that? ....
what websites do you always visit when you go online?
LJ, HellaGood, JustJared, MSN.com, check the email, IMDb, Express.com to buy stuffs
what was the last thing you bought?
Little diamond necklace from Sundance catalog. I flove.
what would you like to be listening to right now?
Well, I *am* listening to "Locksmith" by The Gorgeous Colours and I'm quite enjoying it. Ellie Goulding is next.
what's the last song that got stuck in your head?
That goddamn "bang bang choo choo train" jingle from the Hillshire Farms commercial. GRRRR!
if you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Time Travel. Is that a superpower? Eh, is if I say it is.
what is your favorite weather, and why?
Those three perfect days in fall when the leaves smell lovely and it's 60 degrees so all you need is a sweater and the sun is shining. Reminds me of going to Door County on vacation with my family as a kid during the apple picking season.
If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
I play the piano, but I guess it would be nice to have the guts to play in front of other human beings.
how are you?
I'm fairly crappy, but hanging in there :)
your dream career?
Screenwriter. All the way.
Random musical comment - Red has a cover of Duran Duran's "Ordinary World" on their new album. It's awesomesauce ♥
I was tagged by
itsstillmelori a) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog
b) Tag eight people. Don't tag who tagged you:
ficliously , kilynn16 , seventhpage , yesterday4 , luv4elvis (haha, tagged twice, now you gotta do it!), kimilj , mls25 , dark_eros make a list of 5 things you can see without getting up:
Writing-notes notebook, remote, can of Diet Coke, nail clippers, pen
how do you style your hair?
About ten sprays of Biolage thermal setting spray on wet hair, blow dry, flat iron the ends and my bangs, spray spray spray. Five, ten minutes tops.
what are you wearing now?
Grey sweat pants and a t-shirt (awwww same as Lo!)
who was the last person you said 'I Love You' to?
my momma
coffee or tea?
coffee!
who was the last person you hugged?
my momma
what's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Um. there's lots but let's go with Sammy and Bela. Cuz it's truuuuuuuuuuuuuue :D
what would you most love to be doing right now?
Eating every single one of the cookies I just baked. But that would be wrong... :|
what was the last text message you received?
From my friend Clayton, a 2 am note telling me that I'm one of his best friends and he misses me. Aww, that's sweet, I should really respond to that. Or take it for what it is - a drunk!friend dial. Not a true drunk dial because he has a fiance he refuses to leave for me. Did I just type that? ....
what websites do you always visit when you go online?
LJ, HellaGood, JustJared, MSN.com, check the email, IMDb, Express.com to buy stuffs
what was the last thing you bought?
Little diamond necklace from Sundance catalog. I flove.
what would you like to be listening to right now?
Well, I *am* listening to "Locksmith" by The Gorgeous Colours and I'm quite enjoying it. Ellie Goulding is next.
what's the last song that got stuck in your head?
That goddamn "bang bang choo choo train" jingle from the Hillshire Farms commercial. GRRRR!
if you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Time Travel. Is that a superpower? Eh, is if I say it is.
what is your favorite weather, and why?
Those three perfect days in fall when the leaves smell lovely and it's 60 degrees so all you need is a sweater and the sun is shining. Reminds me of going to Door County on vacation with my family as a kid during the apple picking season.
If you could play any musical instrument, which one would you play?
I play the piano, but I guess it would be nice to have the guts to play in front of other human beings.
how are you?
I'm fairly crappy, but hanging in there :)
your dream career?
Screenwriter. All the way.
drainedDecember 24th, 2008
In 1897, Dr. Philip O'Hanlon, a coroner's assistant in Manhattan, faced a problem every parent one day must face. His daughter was beginning to doubt the existence of Santa Claus, and her friends were telling her he was fictional. O'Hanlon told 8-year-old Virginia to write the New York Sun. The newspaper, he said, would never lie about such a weighty topic.
Virginia's letter landed on the desk of Francis Church, a former Civil War correspondent and son of a Baptist minister who had been scarred by the brutality and suffering of the war and years of postwar hopelessness in American society. Church's response, which ran as an unsigned editorial, since has become history's most reprinted editorial. It has appeared partially or in its entirety and in dozens of languages in books, movies, other editorials, and on posters and stamps. The Sun reprinted it annually until the newspaper folded in 1949.
The letter and editorial are reprinted here.
Dear Editor:
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
--Virginia O'Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Virginia's letter landed on the desk of Francis Church, a former Civil War correspondent and son of a Baptist minister who had been scarred by the brutality and suffering of the war and years of postwar hopelessness in American society. Church's response, which ran as an unsigned editorial, since has become history's most reprinted editorial. It has appeared partially or in its entirety and in dozens of languages in books, movies, other editorials, and on posters and stamps. The Sun reprinted it annually until the newspaper folded in 1949.
The letter and editorial are reprinted here.
Dear Editor:
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun it's so." Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
--Virginia O'Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
September 29th, 2008
hopefulSeptember 15th, 2008
Title: Road to Nowhere
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Bela, Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~5,600
Summary: Dean begrudgingly enlists Bela's help on a case with rather personal implications.
Notes: Written for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
spn_summerlove and meant to fit into canon between 3.06 and 3.07. Thanks to my beta luv4elvis and my very own mapquest nymeggi .
( The mountains flattened out into yellow green fields, rolling in gentle waves away from the road towards the horizon. Dean drove with his window down, and the smell of tilled earth and the slight scent of fertilizer wafted in on the damp breeze. They hit a patch of construction late in the day passing through Ohio, Dean was following the orange-marked detour along rural streets when the skies opened and delivered on their promise of rain. )
Pairing/Characters: Dean/Bela, Sam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~5,600
Summary: Dean begrudgingly enlists Bela's help on a case with rather personal implications.
Notes: Written for
spn_summerlove and meant to fit into canon between 3.06 and 3.07. Thanks to my beta luv4elvis and my very own mapquest nymeggi . ( The mountains flattened out into yellow green fields, rolling in gentle waves away from the road towards the horizon. Dean drove with his window down, and the smell of tilled earth and the slight scent of fertilizer wafted in on the damp breeze. They hit a patch of construction late in the day passing through Ohio, Dean was following the orange-marked detour along rural streets when the skies opened and delivered on their promise of rain. )
September 1st, 2008
There's nothing like a great week of tennis to get over a lousy bunch of news. This weekend especially had some amazing matches, including two fantastic Ashe showstoppers from my boy Roddick. Now if they would just stop showing that bored whore in the stands...
Prison Break starts tonight! OMG you guys. I am just... I am just. That's all I got. I've been soaking up Wentworth Miller/Sarah Wayne Callies interviews and tons of (albiet mostly terrible) fanvids on the Tube in antsy preparation. Could not be more excited for the premiere of a show I literally thought I'd never feel anything for again. Good show, show!
OTH starts as well, I've managed to stay fairly spoiler free, unlike last year - the spoiler orgy. All I hope is that Lucas called Peyton and then everything else will play out however it will play out. Seriously, they'll have a lot of crap to work out, but really, let's not pretend Leyton isn't endgame. Or at least not in my presence :D
On a politcal note, I've ranted plenty about my thoughts on McCain's choice of VP elsewhere. Let's just say I have nothing good to say and leave it at that in favor of something positive.
There haven't been a lot of times I've been proud to be an American as of late. Our government has put us in the shit hole in foreign relations, not to mention the dissention on home soil. Watching Barack Obama's acceptance speech, I felt hope for this country for the first time in eight years. He not only speaks of change, but holds the conviction and drive to actually implement it. To put aside partisan politics and work for the country as a whole, not just for one party. On that night, what he said was true - we are all patriots, and will continue to be, with a leader who believes in this country enough to fight for it.
Prison Break starts tonight! OMG you guys. I am just... I am just. That's all I got. I've been soaking up Wentworth Miller/Sarah Wayne Callies interviews and tons of (albiet mostly terrible) fanvids on the Tube in antsy preparation. Could not be more excited for the premiere of a show I literally thought I'd never feel anything for again. Good show, show!
OTH starts as well, I've managed to stay fairly spoiler free, unlike last year - the spoiler orgy. All I hope is that Lucas called Peyton and then everything else will play out however it will play out. Seriously, they'll have a lot of crap to work out, but really, let's not pretend Leyton isn't endgame. Or at least not in my presence :D
On a politcal note, I've ranted plenty about my thoughts on McCain's choice of VP elsewhere. Let's just say I have nothing good to say and leave it at that in favor of something positive.
There haven't been a lot of times I've been proud to be an American as of late. Our government has put us in the shit hole in foreign relations, not to mention the dissention on home soil. Watching Barack Obama's acceptance speech, I felt hope for this country for the first time in eight years. He not only speaks of change, but holds the conviction and drive to actually implement it. To put aside partisan politics and work for the country as a whole, not just for one party. On that night, what he said was true - we are all patriots, and will continue to be, with a leader who believes in this country enough to fight for it.
excited
impressedAugust 1st, 2008
Just got back from the REO Speedwagon concert, and it totally rocked my socks. They played at our county fair, and the outdoor amphitheater holds about ten thousand in "standing room only" capacity, and I'd say it was just about there. Just a sea of people, packed in everywhere, and REO totally delivered, played all their great tunes and some new ones that actually sounded pretty good. For as long as they've been playing (longer than I've been alive, lordy), Kevin Cronin and crew can still rock. Wee fact? Kevin's brother Sean Cronin used to be our local weather man. Small world, isn't it?
Oh, and yeah, I may never hear again. Rock shows be LOUD, yo. Now I'm gonna go pass out, my head is KILLING me (wonder why?)
PS - After their encore, Kevin Cronin said his second good-night to the crowd with "Thank you, we are the Jonas Brothers! Nice to be seeing you all!" I laughed my ass off.
Oh, and yeah, I may never hear again. Rock shows be LOUD, yo. Now I'm gonna go pass out, my head is KILLING me (wonder why?)
PS - After their encore, Kevin Cronin said his second good-night to the crowd with "Thank you, we are the Jonas Brothers! Nice to be seeing you all!" I laughed my ass off.
satisfiedJuly 20th, 2008
Dude, on the ESPYs tonight, Justin Timberlake took a moment out of his opening monologue to go over and give Aaron Rodgers (new QB for the Packers) a big hug and told him to hang in there. It was awesomesauce. The best part? The shot of Favre sitting there looking like the shamed arse he's being. Priceless. Thanks JT!
pleasedJuly 1st, 2008
Good LORD it's hot. It's not supposed to still be 80 degrees at 9:30. At least not around these parts. I live 'up north' for a reason, dammit. I have yoga tomorrow and I really don't wanna be all sweaty and gross while trying to be graceful and at peace. May I just say, I'm the worst meditator ever. I'm supposed to be finding my center and I'm singing Amy Winehouse in my head.
blahJune 5th, 2008
So I signed up for the SPN Summer Het Exchange over at spn_summerlove Quite excited about it, but this waiting for prompts thing is killing me! I have all these ideas, you see, and I won't know if any of these ideas will be of any use until I get my prompts. And then what if my IDEAS are completely useless!? Then I've spent all this thinky time for naught. Sigh.
spn_summerlove Quite excited about it, but this waiting for prompts thing is killing me! I have all these ideas, you see, and I won't know if any of these ideas will be of any use until I get my prompts. And then what if my IDEAS are completely useless!? Then I've spent all this thinky time for naught. Sigh. 
dorkyMay 5th, 2008
Title: Out of the Blue, Into the Black
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Bela, mentions of Dean, Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,704
Spoilers: Set sometime after 3.12 Jus in Bello
Pairing/Characters: Sam/Bela, mentions of Dean, Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,704
Spoilers: Set sometime after 3.12 Jus in Bello
March 4th, 2008
Brett Favre has retired. Today is a sad day :(
sadFebruary 11th, 2008
February 5th, 2008
You are darkness and moonlight and a sky full of stars. You're nocturnal, but not in a lonely way. You are the moment when an unbelievably good rock show goes into its third encore. Just when everyone starts to wonder if it's finally over, the band runs back on stage and starts another song. You are the time of night when everybody knows it's getting late, but nobody wants to go home. You are the smoke machines, still going strong, and the stage lights that make that smoke glow blue and red. You are the warm mass of people singing along in unison, the sweaty rockers, the guitar solo, and that split second when you could swear the lead singer looked in your direction.
***If this had said anything BUT sometime in the middle of the night, I would have been surprised. As it is, this is very accurate. Thanks to
missmovies for the meme-linkage :)
tiredJanuary 30th, 2008
Totally blew off work today. It's frakkin COLD out there, yo. They kept schools closed from yesterday, and after my way disturbing hour and forty-five minute drive home from hell, I figure that damn job owes me one. So I got up at my normal time, showered, made some coffee, called my boss like I had actually you know, tried the drive, turned on Little Miss Sunshine and then proceeded to fall back asleep for half the morning. Now I'm halfway through my pot of coffee and totally wired. What a great day.
( time for a meme )
lazyJanuary 28th, 2008
amusedJanuary 27th, 2008
Let's get this out of the way - WOOOOOOT Djokovic won the Australian Open! If my Andy had to go out, there is no other player I'd rather have win. PLUS, he beat stupid Fedass on his way. Warms my wee heart.
Work? Sucks. I got a raise this week, but somehow it just did not balance out all the shittiness that was my week. I hate insurance companies and all my customers who don't know anything about their own insurance. Sorry if that includes you. Only not really.
Writing. Oy. I'm writing a fic that may just be the first of its kind. I know this because I keep searching for something like it around the internets and I can't find anything like it. This worries me, and I'll tell you why. Either this means I'm *highly* revolutionary in my chosen fic field (SPN) and my fic will be greeted with fanfare and canons; or it's never been done before because no one gives a rat's ass about my subject matter and no one will ever read it ever ever. I'm of course hoping for the former, but sorta kinda betting on the latter. Or there's the third option that consists of me just being a crazy person with weird thoughts who people will just raise their eyebrows at and walk away. And that's fine too.
Personal ramblings behind the cut...
Work? Sucks. I got a raise this week, but somehow it just did not balance out all the shittiness that was my week. I hate insurance companies and all my customers who don't know anything about their own insurance. Sorry if that includes you. Only not really.
Writing. Oy. I'm writing a fic that may just be the first of its kind. I know this because I keep searching for something like it around the internets and I can't find anything like it. This worries me, and I'll tell you why. Either this means I'm *highly* revolutionary in my chosen fic field (SPN) and my fic will be greeted with fanfare and canons; or it's never been done before because no one gives a rat's ass about my subject matter and no one will ever read it ever ever. I'm of course hoping for the former, but sorta kinda betting on the latter. Or there's the third option that consists of me just being a crazy person with weird thoughts who people will just raise their eyebrows at and walk away. And that's fine too.
Personal ramblings behind the cut...
weirdJanuary 11th, 2008
Dude! Australian Open starts on Monday! How frakkin excited am I?! Very, can't you tell? Let's hope Fedass sprains something over the weekend. Just a couple hours ago, Roddick beat Baghdatis to win his third Kooyong Classic title in a row - go Andy! Hope he takes that momentum with him to the Open. Looking forward to a full two weeks of getting up pre-dawn to watch a little kick arse tennis :D No, I cannot wait for the taped delay matches, don't be silly now.
Bought THREE new books today, I'm going to make myself have time to read them, too. What does it say about me that two of the three are about serial killers? Huh. Already started the first one, sitting here hunched over my computer desk. It's no wonder I have back problems.
I've been writing... a LOT lately. More than I have in a long while, which would be a good thing, if I saw an end in sight for anything I'm working on. It would probably help if I concentrated on just one thing, instead of like, five at once. I think I may need small doses of Ritalin to keep me focused. Mostly writing fan fic, but not really anything in the traditional sense of the word. I can't seem to do anything normal, apparently.
FYI: January 31st is TOO LONG to wait for a new SPN. End of April? WAY TOO LONG to wait for new Bones! This writers strike is just a shit deal all around. It needs to be settled like, six weeks ago.
Now for a meme! Oh yay, we love meme's! Supposedly, if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life. Well, SHIT, I already knew THAT!
Bought THREE new books today, I'm going to make myself have time to read them, too. What does it say about me that two of the three are about serial killers? Huh. Already started the first one, sitting here hunched over my computer desk. It's no wonder I have back problems.
I've been writing... a LOT lately. More than I have in a long while, which would be a good thing, if I saw an end in sight for anything I'm working on. It would probably help if I concentrated on just one thing, instead of like, five at once. I think I may need small doses of Ritalin to keep me focused. Mostly writing fan fic, but not really anything in the traditional sense of the word. I can't seem to do anything normal, apparently.
FYI: January 31st is TOO LONG to wait for a new SPN. End of April? WAY TOO LONG to wait for new Bones! This writers strike is just a shit deal all around. It needs to be settled like, six weeks ago.
Now for a meme! Oh yay, we love meme's! Supposedly, if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life. Well, SHIT, I already knew THAT!
( Movie Meme )
indescribable
sleepy