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Into the Tardis

Writer's Block: Doctor Who?

Posted on 2009.01.08 at 02:56
Where The Hell Am I?: Bean's House
Mood-o-tron Says:: contemplativecontemplative
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26-year-old actor Matt Smith was anointed as the eleventh Doctor Who this week. If you were in charge of casting, who would you cast as your ideal Doctor and why?
Patrick Stewart.

That would be frickin' AWESOME.

And the nerdiest thing the in the universe.   And I wouldn't care.  Because it would be AWESOME.



Posted on 2005.05.02 at 00:30
Mood-o-tron Says:: sillysilly
Mood Music:: Amorphis - Greed
Hitchiker's Guide was great! I love it. Brilliantly sarcastic in bits too.

In other news, I am apparently married to Dom Monaghan:

Your Husband Generator by Lady_Galadriel
Your Husband Is
You Metin a bridal shop
You Have3 children
You Liveafrica
Inan attic
You And Your Partner Are Best Known Foroften having affairs with other various celebrities
Quiz created with MemeGen!

And this guy too! Wow...two LOTR guys in at once. This is entertaining.

Your Husband Generator by Lady_Galadriel
Your Husband Is
You Metat a mates house
You Have6 children
You Livejapan
Ina large house
You And Your Partner Are Best Known Forthrowing away all your cash
Quiz created with MemeGen!

.....I think I like this the best though...

Your Husband Generator by Lady_Galadriel
Your Husband Is
You Metwhen you won a competition to meet a celebrity
You Have4 children
You Livecanada
Ina country house
You And Your Partner Are Best Known Foroften having affairs with other various celebrities
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Jebebus I'm bored...maybe I should try packing...


Boredom and stuff...and waiting to go home...

Posted on 2004.08.14 at 21:17
Mood-o-tron Says:: boredbored
Mood Music:: I Wish...
How to make a elvish_kitty

1 part intelligence

1 part courage

3 parts ego
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Top it off with a sprinkle of caring and enjoy!


Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Generate your Anime Style by Jena-su
Hair:In a style so odd, it defies all laws of physics.
Clothes:Little by way of actual clothes, but lots and LOTS of really cool accessories.
Powers:Dragon taming
Special Features:Elf ears
Sidekick:Small fluffy animal that talks...usually too much.
Attitude:Upbeat and cheerful.
Weapon:A gun of rediculous proportion
Quiz created with MemeGen!



Posted on 2004.08.11 at 15:59
I'm hungry.

And also extremely bored.

At lunch, Bean (my sis) and I took a break and went to a store in downtown Stinkerville (Hammyton) to acquire her a mesh shirt with a silver skull and cross bones on it. I find this shirt amusing, because it was the top half of a sheer outfit that included panties (black), even though she only bought the shirt. She was also seriously disturbed by some of the other stuff they had in there, ie: bottomless fishnets.

My sister needs to lighten up just a tad. Seems to think vinal (sp?) is disturbing.

Of course, the main item for sale in that store was - bet you didn't guess this - shoes.

Yup, lots and lots of lovely shoes. And the ones I was drooling over (knee high, stilettoes, lace up, vinal...make me want to say 'meow' and run around in black leather) were only $75. And they had thigh high ones too. >:)

Of course, they had all manner of normal shoes...although, come to think of it, they were almost all dress shoes of some sort, and most of them were platforms. But it was still a shoe store, pretty much, which I think was an attempt to keep from having liscences and shite of that nature...I dunno.

Now, I wouldn't want most of the stuff in there on my feet, but...ah...I just drool over knee high black lace up boots like that. It's a crying shame I don't have the money to buy them.

Damnit, I need a job. This is not news.

Ummm...I'm not leaving for N. Carolina until the 28th...hopefully I'll be able to make it to the Ren. festival. I've never been to one, and it looks like a lot of fun. I've been reading most of the later Heinlein books pretty steadily for the past little while...they have a combined effect of depressing me and making me smug with the knowledge that most of what Heinlein says about humanity is dead on. Even if I'd rather it wasn't. It's why I take Heinlein in doses...humanity depresses me.

Anyway, I'm still having a permanant blonde moment...forgetting details, cloud around the mind, that sort of thing...I'm thinking it's got something to do with hormones. Maybe it's the MBP's...or something. Or maybe I'm still sick. Mum wants me to get blood work done or something; I probably should. Because if I still have that bastard infection, I don't want it to be getting it any worse.

But I am looking forward to N. Carolina. I still dunno what part of it I'm going to, but I do know that the whole family on that side is renting a three story house with enough beds for everyone, and all the girl cousins (me, my two sisters and three more cousins) get the top floor to ourselves. It even has a tv, though I don't expect to be watching much of it. Except for the odd Star Trek epi, perhaps.

The only downside at the moment is that this house is a six hour drive from the ocean. Eeewy...I prefer camping a hundred feet from the ocean and having the waves put me to sleep, like we did in Cape Breton. It's very, very relaxing.

Right...I've got to sign off now...hopefully I'll be back in at the office doing diddly shite again tomorrow, or the day after. And I'll see when I can get back up to Shittysauga...depends on when my mum needs me next.

Tiddly boogles, yo...



Death to Data Entry!

Posted on 2004.07.09 at 20:03
Mood-o-tron Says:: crappycrappy
Mood Music:: I wish...
No more. Please, Jebebus, no more!

At work until everything is done today. Took me from 12 to now to do one thing on my list.

I want to kill something, or - perhaps - curl up in a corner and cry


I'm at skoo!

Posted on 2004.05.11 at 16:11
And so, I've got access while I'm here. My stupid puter STILL isn't fixed, and I feel like I'm living in a vortex because I can't get at my stories, and I don't have anyone's number...

...and if I do, it's been lost in the mess that is my room. Sorry...*sheepish grin*...my slobbish tendancies are ones I've been trying to get over and still haven't yet, despite all attempts.

Anyway, I got a weee bit o' money the other day, my last pay cheque from my mum's office, so I got a little bit of food, and some stuff to wrap up and send to my Aussie twin, and some Lilly of the Valley oil from that Body and Nature (or whatever) store in South Common. I don't know why I went in there...I just thought...meh, why not? So I went in, and the oil stuff was on sale...pure Lilly of the Valley oil...smells wonderful. The thingy said something about mental powers, the sheet up by the oils and stuff...I dunno. I just like it.

But yeah...the real fun came yesterday when I half woke up in the night absolutely CONVINCED that there was someone in the room with me, whispering something that I couldn't hear to me...andI was terrified. Not just the nervous I get when I get the feeling I'm being watched (unfortunately, more frequently than I'd like), but actual terror. I remember feeling the hairs all over my arms and leg and back stand straight on end...and trembling...I don't think I've ever been that scared before.

And, other than that, my dreams had something to do with these ancient coins and antique bottles at the bottom of the ocean, and diving for them, and there were all these dead bodies, but I collected the coins and then had two melted down to make a ring for me...and two more for someone else, though i don't know who. And the ring had a tiny, tiny sapphire in the top, and three blueish stones further along, where they'd be if they were below the level of my finger. And they were rectangular, whereas the sapphire was roundish, I think. Anyway, the coins were from 1036, and I remember saying, "they're old" or words to that affect in reluctance before the goldsmith dude stuffed them in his vat of boiling metal.

But yeah...and there was something about a white horse floundering in snow, and mum wouldn't let me go help because we had to keep the huge ass long train of gold carts (not carts with gold in, but little ornamental carts made out of gold and connected by a gold chain) going so we could win. Win what, I dont' know because I woke up just about then and found the kitty in my room when I'd made sure he handn't been there when I closed the door to go to bed.

So yeah...weird happenings.

In other news, I read the first book of the Dune series. Damn good. And, I've been working at Conference services these past few days, which means money (yay money!)...and Jon finally met my youngest brothers, and they like him. Not that it would matter if they didn't, but it's always good to know that your siblings don't despise your bf.

Right...I'm heading off home to the computerless hole that is my house (Kat's the only one with a puter now...) so...I'd call people if I had their numbers, but I can't find any of them because I'm inept when it comes to organization.

Toodles, yo


Yeah, I'm a Moron...

Posted on 2004.05.06 at 00:38
Mood-o-tron Says:: annoyedannoyed with myself
Mood Music:: Meeeeeeooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww
Don't EVER go through your files and delete things because you're fed up with Internet Optimizer and think that every file with a string of incomprehensible consonants is evil.

It's very, very bad.


So yeah...I won't be online for a...indetermined amount of time.

So you'll have to call me if you want to talk to me until I get my puter back.


With Walk-On-Water Action!!!

Posted on 2004.04.20 at 15:56
Mood-o-tron Says:: gigglygiggly
Mood Music:: Need music!!!

Hee hee hee hee hee hee


Can you tell I'm bored?

Posted on 2004.04.20 at 15:02
Mood-o-tron Says:: boredbored
Mood Music:: no music...am going insane
Even so...isn't this one of the most goddamn adorable things ever?

Which random kitten picture are you
You are:
This QuickKwiz by lebowski - Taken 6798 Times.


And the Moral of the story is...

Posted on 2004.04.20 at 13:44
Mood-o-tron Says:: cheerfulcheerful
Mood Music:: Wish I had some...

A man lost at sea was washed up upon an island. The island seems to be deserted and uninhabited until he finds a fountain mounted on a pedestal. This relic is very old, but the water is clear and the man thirsty. He bends to drink, but stops short when he sees the reflection of a beautiful woman in the still water. He looks up and she stands before him. She is tall and thin and frail looking, yet she radiates strength. She is dressed in a silver white gown and her silver gold hair hangs past her waist. Her age is undeterminable, but her eyes speak of ageless wisdom. Three birds attend her, fluttering about her shoulders, but never landing.

The strange and enchanting woman welcomes him, leads him to a cottage and tells him he is welcome to stay as long as he wishes. She leaves him at the cottage to consume the dinner that is awaiting him on the table. Being hungry, the man set himself to eat without questioning his hostess. The food is simple faire, but he notices there is no meat. Nonetheless, his needs are met, he is clothed and fed, although he never sees those who serve him.

The woman comes to visit him and after drinking too much of her wine, he pressured her to sleep with him. She refuses, but after drinking more of her wine, he persists and pesters her to sleep with him again. The woman's face "becomes like the dark moon" and she warned him that he must offer no offense to any person or animal on the island and that if he should use force on any creature there, dire consequences would follow.

The man wanders the island and meets many tame animals who appear to be much more intelligent than any other animals he had encountered before. He often sat and visited with them and although he could not speak to them, he did feel that they where his friends, recognised him and appreciated his visits. They seemed to talk amongst each other, but he could not understand them.

The next time the woman came to visit the man he was drunk again. She sat with him, but he was abusive and grabbed her and tried to force a kiss on her. Somehow she escaped his grasp and snapped his wrist.

"I see that you are out of your head with my wine" she said. "I will forgive your behavior this one time, but remember what I have said. Show only kindness to every thing living here."

The man roamed the island in a foul temper, nursing his broken wrist. He stormed and stomped and cursed his ill luck under his breath. He came upon a white rabbit that he often visited while wandering and the rabbit began to follow at his side. It's expression looked worried, but compassionate. The man did not want to be seen in such a mood and began to feel the rabbit was mocking him. In a fit of anger the man grabbed up the rabbit, snapped it's neck and threw it's body in the bush. But the rabbit changed into something else, something with gossamer wings and a long thin body and it flew away, crying as it went. The man did not notice this, for he had only just realized that his wrist was healed. He stomped off and began to walk back to the cottage, but a storm quickly blew up and he was buffeted by rain and winds. By the time he reached the cottage and collapsed into bed he was cut, scraped, cold and soaked to the bone.

When he awoke in the morning he was no longer in the cottage, but on the beach. The shining woman stood before him.

"You have killed one of my children" she told him. "I have warned you against this. Now I must send you away."

"But what if I refuse to go?" he asked.

"I am the Goddess Rhiannon, and this is my island. You stand on my land. You may not refuse."

With these words Rhiannon became as large as the moon and she picked the man up like a doll in her hands and she broke his legs, snapping the bones like twigs and she broke his arms, crushing the bones in her palms. She then pushed his mangled limbs into his torso and shaped him into a piece of driftwood and threw him into the sea, cursing him as the tide carried him away.

The man is found on the shore of his homeland and taken in and fed by his kind family. He has lived a hundred years now and he wishes to die, yet he shows no sign of nearing his death. His misshapen limbs are useless to him now and he cannot do more than feed himself and stagger a few steps. Even this causes him great pain. But every full moon he staggers and crawls out to the garden, where he looks at the moon's reflection in the well and he cries and cries, his tears making ripples in the still, clear waters of the well.


...be kind to animals and Rhiannon won't mangle your limbs and chuck you out to sea. >:)

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