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Jan. 20th, 2013

Work Musings

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May. 10th, 2012

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Post Moot fic, crossposted from the LT fic comm, for those who don't read it.

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Jan. 4th, 2012

Rambling, introspective post with no real point. But still! Look! A post!

It's the time of year when the word "resolutions" gets bandied around a lot, and I've subsequently been thinking a lot about what I'd like to do this year. I don't do resolutions, as a rule - doing so is, in my experience, a sure fire way to guarantee you won't do something - but there are a lot of things I'd like to do this year.

One of which is quit smoking.

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Mar. 23rd, 2011

Spring Parly 1111


Being on a list. It’s a surprising amount of fun!

Seraphims chat with Cul and Raven.

Jack the barman. Ravenfire has NEVER drank from a dirty puddle*, thank you!

Tanners letters. The first one brought tears to my eyes....poor Lars......but yay, Uncle Tanner!!!

Darinus’ letters. Damnit man we were angst free for a while! Inspired some great RP though, and more to come, as usual!

Discussions with Tapper. Still baffled as to whether one was a joke or a test....

Getting high healing sorted before I’d even started to make my interest known! I had a sh1t eating grin for a good half an hour after talking to Elrood about it.

All the Sorro stuff. Getting to use herblore for more than just “crud, I’ve run out of healing” is epic, and I’m looking forward to the mindhealing so much....

The delegates were, once again, fantastic. The muddy faced demon was terrifying....nothing should be that hard yet that polite, and the blade cleaning was a lovely touch. And the honest hobbit/halfling/kender was epic.

Telling Cub that Morbo was her mummy, and watching him run in confusion from her.

Talking to the sheriffs and confirming that something wasn’t specific to her, but everyone. Yes, I am being cryptic.

Noula/Knoller/Nala/howeverthesmegit’sspelled - fantastic concept, and RPing the melancholy was great fun.

Consangua, and her minions. Ravenfire is still having nightmares about the vision (ta Jess :p) and the internal comments were great. I’ve never felt the urge to rant at an ancestor so strongly before, bar Sengool.

Kalisto saying thank you for the cub Kalisto. So cute, and it made Raven feel like decision to name her such was justified.

Gorgeous food was gorgeous, and I was always stuffed after, bar the once where I only wasn’t ‘cause I couldn’t muster up the energy to get seconds.


A few of the monsters lacked lustre in their RP, and there were moments where it felt like they could have TPKed and didn’t, which much as I appreciate not dying, was a little unbelievable.

The cold. My new kit may be pretty and civilised, but it’s not as warm as furs....

No salt. I am a salt fiend, and may have to consider carrying a salt shaker IC.....

*A clean one, maybe......

Mar. 13th, 2011

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I've been trying to write an LJ post for a week, and failing, but at this stage I think I'd better. My net activity as of late has been mostly links and quotes, purely to avoid talking about Real Life.

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Mar. 1st, 2011

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It started small. A joking gift from bemused housemates, which of course had to be used.

A passing glance at a handbag, buying a bracelet for a euro, thinking of kit possibilities for the beads.

Then a hairband in H&M, clips in Pennys. Bored in work, a few searches and minimum bids on eBay and a week later there’s earrings, a week more, a rather dashing belt.

And suddenly it’s half eleven and there are five pieces of painstakingly rolled up black sculpy for an ear plug, and you realise the infections set in.

The Darkendales have got you.

Dec. 17th, 2010

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There is nothing cuter than a just awake Will, covered in Rhapsody*, sleepily saying "Om nom nom death...."

*Rhapsody is the gold velvet blanket we have, previously called (inventively) Goldy. Since it's come to live in the sitting room it's gotten a new name, due to someone saying "Agh! He's wearing Rhapsody! Who skinned him?!?"

Dec. 9th, 2010

You know you're an adult when....

You get really excited about testing a new program for work.

Your supervisor buys you tea and talks about Christmas plans with you - and it isn't awkward.

You have plans and ambitions that could actually happen.

You get to have cinnamon french toast (with vanilla sugar) and hot chocolate (with nutmeg) for dinner, and no one gives out.

Oct. 11th, 2010

It's been some time.

Hello, land of LJ. Too long I have neglected you, watching from the edges, and so I return to grace you with my presence.

Anyway. I was at home in Sligo today and yesterday, as it (like LJ) hadn't seen me for a while. Got the one o clock train down, arrived at four, and went for food with my parents, then on to the Gaiety cinema. They've started broadcasting opera live from the Metropolitan in New York, and it was the first night of Das Rhiengold, by Richard Wagner.

I'm not a huge fan of Wagner. The only way to describe his style of opera, in my mind, is heavy. No matter how uplifting or triumphant the scene, you can always picture the music for it being played at a funeral. But the set, on the other hand, was spellbinding. There's a fantastic description of it here. The armour worn by the cast, unfortunately, was unimpressive. The LARPer in was itching to show them better. And Wotan had emo hair, which gave him a Meatloaf lookalike appearance. Not very godlike at all.

After watching the opera, and illicitly drinking rose in the wine glasses my mother had specifically brought (a far cry from my naggin of vodka teenage cinema routine), I went to the pub with Todd and Donal, Sligo's answer to Bernard and Manny. Many beers were consumed, I gave relationship advice in a scathing tone to two young uns from Monaghan, then fell into a taxi and arrived home to discover Mum had made science bread, half of which I devoured.

This morning I was woken by Mum proffering fresh raspberries and promises of tea if I came upstairs. I lounged for a while, then helped the parentals pick apples and plums from the orchard (yes, they have an orchard. And rent the fields for grazing. My Dad likes to think he's a gentleman farmer, bless him). I took many pictures, prompting my Mother denouncing me as a tourist, then talking to the cows. And people wonder where I get it from.

Dinner started with thinly sliced steak on mini yorkshire puddings, with a smidgen of horseradish. Followed by seafood lasagna (scallops, prawns and cod in a fish stock based creamy dill sauce), home grown salad and garlic bread. For dessert, strawberry pavlova with the fluffiest, softest meringue that only my Mum can make.

Then to the train, and back in Capel street, with a cup of tea. The spoils of the weekend; a bag of lettuce, fresh mint and rosemary, a leg of lamb, a bushel* of cookers and red apples, a bowl of plums, a pavlova base and two loaves of my Mums brown bread.

All in all, a rather excellent weekend.

In other news:

I'm getting exceedingly keen for the Lions parliament. The bump phys rep is ready, my hunt is kinda written, and I have no idea what direction the plot is going to take.

Aoife has decided to do NaNoWriMo, and I'm joining here in the challenge. Rick is going to be cooking a lot more often during November.

And now I'm out of steam and it's twenty past one.....bed. In the morning there will be a Will.

*may be a slight exaggeration.

Sep. 14th, 2010


If you write smut about characters, and the character are beastkin.....does that make it furry erotica?

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