Title: Humpty Dumpty
Characters/Pairing: Barney/Robin
Rating: M just to be safe
Summary: Snippets of B/R
Word Count: 100 + 100 + 250
Title: Better
Characters/Pairing: Barney/Lily
Rating: PG
Summary: AU, Barney and Lily play laser tag.
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairing: Barney/Robin
Rating: M just to be safe
Summary: Snippets of B/R
Word Count: 100 + 100 + 250
Title: Better
Characters/Pairing: Barney/Lily
Rating: PG
Summary: AU, Barney and Lily play laser tag.
Word Count: 400
For a while I had it in my head that my 'count' of books was about 1950-something, but the other day I logged in and I saw 1918. I didn't give it much thought, but I did remember the '1918' number. I added six books tonight and on a hunch went over to "Your Books" and I'm still seeing 1918 as my grand total. Anyone else having problems like this?
And this was today in the Land of Dave...
- 10:25 It's a Festivus Miracle! Just found out the COBRA subsidy was extended and now my COBRA company owes me $$ for Dec. YAY! #
- 10:30 Just had my first fist bump with my boss. Not sure I am entirely cool with that. #
- 10:35 My request for,"Earl Grey. Hot." was met with no result. Had to make it myself. Isn't this the 21st century? #magicwallfail #
- 13:54 Took a half @ work to get things done & go to a long-overdue Dr. appt. Made progress; feelin' good-thought the appt was @ 2...it's @ 3. DOH! #
- 14:39 I was 1 hr early for the Dr appt, but they've seen me anyhow because they rock. I'll still be home early to help K do stuff b4 Xmas outing. #
- 15:42 Xander just discovered iTunes on his profile. He said, "I just clicked on it to see what all this nonsense was about." #
I read this book over and over, and I cannot remember the title, and my google-fu is failing. I seem to remember the title being something along the lines of "This is (name), She's (age)". I THINK that was the title, but I definitely remember the main character narrating that this is how her parents would introduce her, since she has no talents. Her older brother plays the piano, her older sister bowls, and is an actress, I think, and her little brother... counts a lot? And memorizes commercials? I think the main character is just starting high school when all of the sudden these psychic predictions start coming to her. I know that she gets involved in the drama club, and she makes a friend at school whose home life is all calm and organized and neat compared to hers. I remember her commenting on the fact that at home, even though they are dining among total clutter, her mom always insists on setting the table with a full service. Her dad is a scientist of some sort, and her mom is an author. She sets up a psychic service in her house, but gets busted by the cops almost immediately.
Ringing a bell with anyone?
ETA: Found-- "And This Is Laura" by Ellen Conford
Ringing a bell with anyone?
ETA: Found-- "And This Is Laura" by Ellen Conford
I can do this.
I've pencilled the thing for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
wolven's mom, and have confirmation that it is not only good, but ridiculously cute. It's a baking angel loosely based on her, with her helper cherubs, loosely based on Thomas Blackshear's baby-pixie figures. (Side note: I LOVE his angel. paintings. A lot.)
The Goetic I was working on is finished and will be scanned soon.
I have a couple things I need to go out to the garage and primer, and I'd like to repot the roses forwolven's stepmom today, because it's really pretty nice outside, while it's still sunny.
I've got a couple of jars, two of which are cleaned and drying, one still needs a good soaping.
I deleted the install for my language software, like an idiot, so I can copy the Swedish I disc for my mom, but I need to go find and ISO of the thing that runs it.
I found out via![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
nonfluffypagans that apparently there's a twat in England who has the sack to have named himself Arthur Pendragon. And this is why, if I've ever had any other Names for use in those kinds of things, they are between me and my nonphysical peanut gallery gods, and not taken from Cool Historical Folks. Because if I screw up like that (though I think Solstice did happen astronomically around when they showed up, the people who run the site of Stonehenge had a specific time for when gathering was allowed) I'll look like enough of an ass. I won't need to look like a pretentious ass as well. I went through the whole Goth Name thing in high school (some guy trying to convince me that his name was Malachai Childe or some similar bullshit) and it was silly even to high-school me.
Okay, NOW I'm just procrastinating.
I've pencilled the thing for
wolven's mom, and have confirmation that it is not only good, but ridiculously cute. It's a baking angel loosely based on her, with her helper cherubs, loosely based on Thomas Blackshear's baby-pixie figures. (Side note: I LOVE his angel. paintings. A lot.)The Goetic I was working on is finished and will be scanned soon.
I have a couple things I need to go out to the garage and primer, and I'd like to repot the roses for
wolven's stepmom today, because it's really pretty nice outside, while it's still sunny.I've got a couple of jars, two of which are cleaned and drying, one still needs a good soaping.
I deleted the install for my language software, like an idiot, so I can copy the Swedish I disc for my mom, but I need to go find and ISO of the thing that runs it.
I found out via
nonfluffypagans that apparently there's a twat in England who has the sack to have named himself Arthur Pendragon. And this is why, if I've ever had any other Names for use in those kinds of things, they are between me and my Okay, NOW I'm just procrastinating.
- Mood:busy
- Music:Sneaker Pimps-Lightning Fields/Muse-Assassin
We found a house we like but there is a crack in the foundation (where the carpet would be) from the front of the house to the back of the house. Yes you can fit a quarter in it. Yes, it is somewhat uneven. What I need I am told before I even think of buying this place is a structural engineer to asses the situation. So anyone know who to call and how much it cost? Any advice pertaining to foundation cracks would be greatly appreciated.
What is Minx up to Tweeps?
- 14:44 #thingsIwishI'dsaidtoMombutdidn't "Wow, not knowing anything at all about a topic doesn't stop you from having an opinion on it, does it?" #
- 16:45 #thingsIwishI'dsaidtoMombutdidn't "You have an amazing talent for blaming everyone else for the fact that you simply don't pay attention." #
- 18:46 #thingsIwishI'dsaidtoMombutdidn't "Yes, any woman over 100 pounds is fat and should cover every inch in public. Riiiiiiight." #
- 21:31 Too all who have laughed at or sympathized with my mom Tweets: thank you for letting me vent and for helping me keep my sense of humor. #
- 22:11 Glass of red wine. Watching the Muppet Show on Netflix. (Thank @sfeley for that). Decompressing from Momtime. #
Here's a present I made for my Mom for xmas! A little tea lady, she is about 4 inches tall and made out of shrinky dink plastic. I drew her on the computer, printed her out and baked her. Her joints are fastened with tiny brads shaped like hearts. She can kick her little legs and move her arms to pour tea!
And here are some BOWIE earrings I made for a friend of mine:
and the original illustration:
Man if I didn't have a day job I would make this shit all the tiiiiiimmmeeee.
And here are some BOWIE earrings I made for a friend of mine:
and the original illustration:
Man if I didn't have a day job I would make this shit all the tiiiiiimmmeeee.
This may be one of the most headshaking holiday articles I've read this year.
For those that don't want to read it, I'll summarize: the writer is attempting to find the one universal and thoughtful holiday gift that can be given to each and every person on the holiday gift list. So far, so...huh, but moving on. (I am assuming children's gifts are not involved.) After considering and discarding various possibilities (cookies - yes! cookies! who discards COOKIES???? Cookies are the entire point of the holiday season! :: eats cookie JUST TO MAKE THE POINT :: Also, perpetual calenders, umbrellas, memory sticks, plants, and, um, Sarah Palin's autobiography) the article settles upon this as the perfect universal holiday gift:
By all means, if your gift recipients love poetry, give poetry. Otherwise, stick with the cookies.
(You'll all excuse me while I go hunt down those cookies in the kitchen. They are being terribly, terribly loud, and that sort of cookie behavior deserves the appropriate response.)
(Edited to add link. ::headdesk:: I blame the cookies.)
For those that don't want to read it, I'll summarize: the writer is attempting to find the one universal and thoughtful holiday gift that can be given to each and every person on the holiday gift list. So far, so...huh, but moving on. (I am assuming children's gifts are not involved.) After considering and discarding various possibilities (cookies - yes! cookies! who discards COOKIES???? Cookies are the entire point of the holiday season! :: eats cookie JUST TO MAKE THE POINT :: Also, perpetual calenders, umbrellas, memory sticks, plants, and, um, Sarah Palin's autobiography) the article settles upon this as the perfect universal holiday gift:
This brings me, at last, to the perfect universal holiday gift: Good Poems, a collection curated by Garrison Keillor. It's unabashedly middlebrow in the best sense of the word. Keillor isn't for everyone, but these poems are[....]Even people who don't seek out poetry, or people with an overdeveloped poetic muscle who swear they only read late-period Ezra Pound, will find something in here to like. If, that is, they have a shred of humanity. And you should tell your ungrateful wretch of a best friend exactly that if she looks a little crestfallen when she unwraps it.Look, I realize that this is meant to be slightly tongue-in-cheek. And yes, like all poets I like to harbor under the happy delusion that everyone loves poetry and my poems in particular. But the truth is, some people just don't like poetry. (Worse, some people don't like my poems in particular.) Even more people do not like poetry assembled for their delight by Garrison Kellior. Were I to gift certain people [names carefully omitted, but you know who you are] with a book of poems for the holiday, regardless of what was in the book of poems, I would be greeted with at best a blank stare and a frantic attempt to express polite gratitude, or more probably, a request for the umbrella.
The book hits a crucial target—it's general, but feels personal. Each recipient will be under the impression you thought long and hard about how to warm his soul this cold winter, when, really, you're working with an industrial-grade furnace. (If you really want to go in for the kill, bookmark a couple of poems that seem particularly well-suited to your giftee's taste.)
By all means, if your gift recipients love poetry, give poetry. Otherwise, stick with the cookies.
(You'll all excuse me while I go hunt down those cookies in the kitchen. They are being terribly, terribly loud, and that sort of cookie behavior deserves the appropriate response.)
(Edited to add link. ::headdesk:: I blame the cookies.)
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Wow.
Source: www.joyofbaking.com
Chocolate Sugar Cookies are a sweet and buttery cut-out cookie with a mild chocolate flavor that are frosted with royal icing.
made chocolate sugar cookie dough and is pondering diameters of cut-outs for themed cookies... for a Coraline viewing. Probably a 20oz pilsner and a pen barrel.
Source: wikileaks.org
The following PDF appeared on the "full disclosure" mailinglist on Dec 20, 2009. It contains detail and a demostration of how to read out video and mission control data from US Predator drones, which are in operation around the world, especially in Afghanistan and Pakistan.
Hmm. If I'm reading page 3 right, the drone was launched from Fort Huachuca and was heading south over Coronado National Forest. Seems plausible, but I'm a raw amateur at this sort of thing.
Source: www.thecuttingedgeofchristmas.com
My favorite Christmas streaming audio station this year:
Due to the crazy way we made our travel arrangements, we have a rather long layover in Chicago on the 23rd. We get in about 1:30pm at the international terminal (figure 1:45 at the earliest by the time we clear customs), and our subsequent departure flight leaves at 8:30pm. I certainly hate cooling my heels in the airport, and given that our travel day starts at 6am our time, and will end at something like 1am central when we roll into Winfield (as we're flying into Tulsa), it'd be really, really awesome if we could hook up with some of our friends in the area during our layover, especially if it were someone who a) lives not terribly far from the airport, b) could pick us up, and c) is willing to let us catch a nap at their place (even if it's just on couches).
Whaddaya say?
Whaddaya say?
- Mood:sick, but getting better
- Music:P2 on the radio
#1. Two children, girl and boy, get sent to Ireland (I think) because their parents are going somewhere and the girl's horse vanishes. She goes on some crazy quest to find him, gypsies or something like that were involved. Pretty sure he's cream or Palamino.
#2. This one's even vaguer. The copy I read was soft cover, black with a blueish-grey horse and misty trees, I think it was a puffin book. It was about a ghost horse that did something, I think it hurt people but made friends with a young boy/girl? It is not Stanley's Ghost Horse (1999), I get the impression it was older and i think I first read it in '97 or '98, definetely no later than '99 and the book was taped up and battered when I got it. Horse's name was something weathery, Storm or Thunder maybe?
#2. This one's even vaguer. The copy I read was soft cover, black with a blueish-grey horse and misty trees, I think it was a puffin book. It was about a ghost horse that did something, I think it hurt people but made friends with a young boy/girl? It is not Stanley's Ghost Horse (1999), I get the impression it was older and i think I first read it in '97 or '98, definetely no later than '99 and the book was taped up and battered when I got it. Horse's name was something weathery, Storm or Thunder maybe?
These are all children's/YA.
1. I read this series in the mid-90s, but I think it was from the 80s or early 90s. There was a group of friends - Linda Jean, Krissy, Aimee and possibly another friend whose name I don’t remember. They were somewhere between 10 and 13 years old. Krissy had a sister named Kitty who was a child model or something, and she thought her parents preferred Kitty to her. I also think one of them had a male friend who couldn't read, but I may be mixing that up with another book.
2. There were three kids - Frog, Sarah, and some other kid - and the mystery took place in a cemetery, and I think they ended up sneaking into a mausoleum for some reason. The only thing I remember clearly is that it was Halloween, and the main character put on an apron and went as a chef, but he was made fun of because of his lame attempt at a costume.
3. This is another book I read in the early to mid-90s, but I think it was way older than that, maybe from the 60s or 70s. The main character’s name is Alice Martha (Turner, possibly?) and she hates it. She was named after her two maiden aunts, Alice and Martha, who call her by her full name. I think the book is about her spending the summer with someone and she meets a guy. At the end of the book he suggests she go by Ali.
4. Two girls, a popular girl and a not-so-popular girl, switch bodies somehow. The popular girl (while inhabiting the body of the not-so-popular girl) is appalled at having to eat cornflakes for breakfast because she thinks only poor people do that. There might have been some issues with a guy. I think the cover was pink, or at least partially pink.
Thank you in advance!
1. I read this series in the mid-90s, but I think it was from the 80s or early 90s. There was a group of friends - Linda Jean, Krissy, Aimee and possibly another friend whose name I don’t remember. They were somewhere between 10 and 13 years old. Krissy had a sister named Kitty who was a child model or something, and she thought her parents preferred Kitty to her. I also think one of them had a male friend who couldn't read, but I may be mixing that up with another book.
2. There were three kids - Frog, Sarah, and some other kid - and the mystery took place in a cemetery, and I think they ended up sneaking into a mausoleum for some reason. The only thing I remember clearly is that it was Halloween, and the main character put on an apron and went as a chef, but he was made fun of because of his lame attempt at a costume.
3. This is another book I read in the early to mid-90s, but I think it was way older than that, maybe from the 60s or 70s. The main character’s name is Alice Martha (Turner, possibly?) and she hates it. She was named after her two maiden aunts, Alice and Martha, who call her by her full name. I think the book is about her spending the summer with someone and she meets a guy. At the end of the book he suggests she go by Ali.
4. Two girls, a popular girl and a not-so-popular girl, switch bodies somehow. The popular girl (while inhabiting the body of the not-so-popular girl) is appalled at having to eat cornflakes for breakfast because she thinks only poor people do that. There might have been some issues with a guy. I think the cover was pink, or at least partially pink.
Thank you in advance!
- Music:Crosby, Stills & Nash - Dark Star | Powered by Last.fm
My second woman lover come years later, I just never has the guts to push it myself! I had a friend, divorced, about ten years older, who used to live in the neighborhood and whom I visited quite often. She also visited me, somehow usually when I was alone at home. Very feminine brunette, a bit plump, flashy, not fat, just little extra padding on hips and tights. I used to like her figure very much... After work I would end up at her place for a cup of coffee and chat. She would be tired from work, her feet swollen after a day on heels, she would take her shoes off and move her toes complaining about swollen feet and naturally I offered her a foot massage. I would take her heel and lay her foot onto my lap, lay my other hand along her sweaty foot and gently press and then start to massage her toes in nylons. Sometimes, sitting opposed to her, I'd have a glimpse of her panties inside the darkness under her skirt. My face would blush red, frightened not be seen peaking under her skirt. In time I realized I actually enjoy touching her sweaty feet in nylons, there's something sexual in that and somehow accepted the fact that she turns me on, something I would never dare confessing to her. There was no need to, as I was going to discover. At the meantime, those foot massages become almost a friendly ritual. And so, once... I was massaging her feet, she obviously enjoyed it, with her eyes closed, changing her position on the sofa from time to time. I was looking at her legs, feeling my nipples getting harder under my blouse, when she moved a little once again -- enough for me to notice the whiteness of her flesh above her black hold-ups and something that made me almost jump: she had no panties underneath her skirt! I had a clear glimpse of her lush pubic hair in the darkness. read the rest on my journal :) more at my lesbian dating blog
This was a book I once thought was called "Horse on the Hill," except I just bought a book with that title from an Amazon.com seller and it wasn't the same at all.
It can't have been newer than the early seventies, since I remember it in the grade school library. It was set in Scotland in the town of Nairn. The hero was a young boy trying to catch a wild horse, a black filly that lived on a hill, and eventually he also met a girl named Morag. I don't remember much else but I am looking for any fiction set in this region.
I remember the tone as being realistic and at times quite bleak, but compelling.
Thanks in advance.
It can't have been newer than the early seventies, since I remember it in the grade school library. It was set in Scotland in the town of Nairn. The hero was a young boy trying to catch a wild horse, a black filly that lived on a hill, and eventually he also met a girl named Morag. I don't remember much else but I am looking for any fiction set in this region.
I remember the tone as being realistic and at times quite bleak, but compelling.
Thanks in advance.
“To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.”
- Wendell Berry
from “To Know the Dark”, Farming: A Handbook
(Harcourt Brace, 1970)
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.”
- Wendell Berry
from “To Know the Dark”, Farming: A Handbook
(Harcourt Brace, 1970)
- Mood:quiet and turned inward
- Music:Android Lust-Stained
And this was today in the Land of Dave...
- 12:54 BLOGGED: On Turning 40... tinyurl.com/yelsx99 #
- 16:59 Wow. Just spent 3 hrs in team bitch session that concluded with the skip level mgr kicking the legs out from under my mgr. #MGTFAIL #