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Sunday, March 28th, 2010
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10:27 am - Bah.
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In an attempt not to have my journal flooded by one particular subject unless people want to see it, am adding filters.
Please comment if you wish to be added to
- Work - I work at a vets. I get some really funny stories. For common sense reasons, I can't put them out unlocked.
- Rega - a rather lost drow I play in CP. She is very scheme-y, although she tries not to be. Most scheming goes under a lock, because it can be hard to not to meta it for some.
- RP - the rest of my chars don't really have much private, but some do hold private information for other characters. What is not locke don others behalf is normally free access but filtered.
EDIT: Have added more filters that people may request to be added to. As a sidenote, asking does not always equal gaining...but probably will most of the time.
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| Sunday, June 28th, 2009
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9:35 pm - Gor.
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So, a couple of weeks ago while at Shadowrun, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pujaemuss mentioned he'd gone to a place giving away books for free, and had stumbled across - and taken, for shits and giggles, mostly - a handful of the Gor books.
I decided I'd take a few and give them a read through to see what all the fuss was about - for those that don't know, these things are infamous for their lack-of-anything-to-make-them-readable.
One of them is the book whose front cover is shown in the Wiki article linked above. I just want you to take a closer look for a second - pay particular attention to the man's facial expression.
Yes, there is a man who proudly has a woman.
And has no idea what the fuck to do with her.
So he knocked her unconscious, stripped most of her clothes off, and wondered around the forest with her, grinning like an idiot all the while.
But women are heavy, doncha know, so that grin becomes a grimace before long, and there you end up at the scene depicted there.
Another was Beasts of Gor. I don't know what to say to this cover illustration, becaus it almnost snarks itself. The woman in the background is only recognizable as a woman due to the prounounced curve of her hip. Her face is unrecognisable as human, with cheeks and a forehead so large that you can't actually see any signs of eyes - there are just dark hollows.
The man isn't exactly depicted well either - what I assume were extra shadows put on to make him look muscular and masculine have failed in their purpose, and instead just make him look wrinkly. He looks like my old maths teacher, a 50 year old red head with less than satisfactory personal hygiene, dressed in a fur nappy, and weilding an axe in a rather hopeless attempt to make this giant tiger fuck off.
He hasn't got much luck really.
I can't find an online depiction of the cover of the third book that I have, entitled 'Fighting Slave of Gor', but suffice it to say, the woman on the front is wearing madonna-esque cones on her breasts...but without any straps to hold them in place.
This, I believe, answers any questions as to whether the artist had ever actually had any contact with a real live woman, because the only way I can imagine these things staying on is if the female mammary glands are, in fact, at least semi-gaseous in state, moving to fill all available space and thus forming a vacuum, suctioning the cones to the organs in question.
Which still doesn't explain the lack of droop, but we'll leave some things to artistic license.
Now, those of you who know me will be asking why I'm still snarking something as transitory and irrelevant as the cover art. 'Emma,' you may be crying. 'Why haven't you gotten on to the actual content yet? Are you putting it off?'
Yes, I reply to you. Yes, I am putting it off.
Because these things aren't just bad. They're horrific.
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5:06 pm - Players!
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God, I love the cluelessness demon that occasionally strikes players.
Take yesterday for example - the game consisted of sneak into the enemy base using subterfuge, get the 3 keys off the 3 bandit leaders. Use them to unlock the store room, remove artefact, and get out.
They'd been told the reason they had so much information was that there was an informant on the inside, but they couldn't be told who - but they did have a question-and-answer key that would allow them to know who it was.
They'd also been told the three holders of the keys were the elven necromancer, the orc warrior, and the human might priest.
On the way into the base, the players actually have a conversation about how it was so strange that a might priest was associating with bandits. Then they walked into him. And darted him to death, after sleeping him, and doing panicky dances all over the path while chanting 'WTF do we DOOOO?????'
Then they, still in their panic, do their best to remove said dead priest from the corridor and stuff him into a supply closet. The call of 'if you cado it, you can do it' went out when these elves tried to lift a heavily armoured priest to hide him. I've never gotten to many OOC glares marred by laughter in my life.
Of course, they never even thought about checking if he was the informant. Neither did they remember to collect the key until they were OOC reminded of it during a battleboard.
They then slept the elven necromancer, which disturbed the rest of the bandits chilling out in the staff room, and persuaded them that the necromancer was gravely hurt because he'd lost control of his zombies. They then went to the orc warrior to 'warn him'.
They then, I'm told using some very, very dodgy moves with a staff, seduced the orc warrior. MEanwhile the bandits decided to also steal the key and get the gold out of the store room and run off with it, so they killed the remaining zombies, and then tried to finish off the necromancer, who then woke up and ran off to the orc warrior. The bandits then decided to cut their losses and make off with what they could. So they stole the coffee machine and scarpered.
The necromancer manages to interrupt the orc JUST as they've finally managed to pick pocket the key off him -Naraja on one side while Sula did her best to distract on the other side. This of course that the necromancer's warning cry of 'Intruders!' was met with a very self pleased response of 'Three on three action!' from the orc.
Players then scarper. Orc decides necromancer is in need of killing as he can't control his zombies and interrupted his 'special private time'. AND THEN decide maybe they'd best see what those elves were up to.
Meanwhile, the players make it to the store room, and after some determined rooting through stuff, find the artefact and scarper.
My god, but the genuine fear on their faces as they could hear these orcs coming up the path towards them was priceless.
Awesome game. And they are so in trouble with the temple of Might for offing one of their priests. :D:D:D
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| Thursday, June 25th, 2009
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6:25 pm - Day from hell.
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| Monday, June 22nd, 2009
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5:50 pm - Quick question.
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Am looking for ideas.
If you could go on holiday anywhere, where would it be? Don't bother thinking about cost, but it has to take place during the two middle weeks of Feburary next year, maximum length, 17 days.
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3:44 pm - There is a new key on my keyring.
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I believe magicaddict and I have taken another step along the road to officially being 'grown ups'.
We have a car.
A lil' Skod Fabia. It's so cute!
Of course, I am describing it as 'lil' and 'cute', but how far those adjectives are applicable may be open to interpretation - it's a 1.9.
Heheheheh.
We went for a drive and everything. No longer will we be shackeled to train time tables or walking! Hurrah!
I have vine leaves from home. Made dolmades. Forgot how much better they are when the leaf is actually fresh and you can taste it, rather than horrible stored in brnie versions you get in shops.
Made far too many for just me - may take some to SR tonight.
cooking dinner for tonight - enthusiasm has gone out of me now I'm no onger hungry. Oh well.
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| Monday, June 15th, 2009
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12:45 pm - Pissed off.
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Was going to rave about how great the event was.
Has come to light that the wolves burnt the Eilistraee shrine.
Not 'In character we burn it' and giving the damn thing to a ref.
Not even, while in character, they put it on the fire, which would still be piss annoying and not OK.
But they burnt it while they were timed out and waiting to go monstering.
Thoroughly, thoroughly pissed off at the lack of respect and basic common sense from that lot. There's one fucking faction I wouldn't tuoch with a barge pole.
EDIT: Turns out they didn't burn it, all rumour and hearsay. Better now. :)
current mood:  infuriated
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| Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
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11:32 pm - I hate sleeves.
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She says, now on attempt #4.
On attempt #1, I pinned the entire thing, before working out I had it on upside down. Undo.
Repin in attempt #2. Realise have pinned it to the lining when I should have pinned it to the actual sleeve.
Repin in attempt #3. Realise that while I now have it the right way up, and pinned to the correct bit, I have now pinned it inside out.
I think I finally have it right on #4.
I am going to bed, so if I don't, I don't care.
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4:37 pm - I am not so sure that was a good idea.
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I caved and bought tomato plants. Only two of them, mind.
You may ask where the idiocy in that lies.
The answer is that neither myself nor my other half like tomatoes, unless they come from a tin and are the sort you squiz around in a frying pan for a while to make either pasta or pizza sauce.
The first was one of those 'fresh product' thingys that Morrisons does - plants that actually have fruit on them already, making them more enticing - it looked so alone and crumpled and unloved on the discount shelf, I had to rescue it. It's a cherry tomato plant - I have even less use for cherry tomatoes than I do for normal ones.
Now it looks so alone in it's pot, I bought another tomato plant from the garden centre I walk past to get home.
I believe this may be a new level of insanity - I am anthropomorphising tomato plants. Go me.
No idea what sort of tomato plant this new one is until it actually starts producing fruit. I hoep they're reasonably big, so I can attempt turning them into sauce. I feel guilty throwing away the cherry sized ones every couple of days, for lack of anything else to do with them.
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| Monday, June 8th, 2009
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3:37 pm - I have leg of lamb in the oven.
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It has a marinade involving balsamic vinegar, rosemary, mint, garlic, salt, pepper, olive oil and a bay leaf.
It smells damn good.
I feel not so well, in other news. My stomach is playing up. I woke too late to ring in sick to work, and so staggered in, opened up, and asked my head nurse if I could go home when the other receptionist got there. Which was 15 mins later. Then I went home again. Then I slept solidly until about 1 - something I am not normally able to do - but still feel a little iffy. Hope I am well enough for SR tonight, I don't want to miss it 2 weeks on the trot.
Weekend was wonderful - seeing everyone was awesome, and had a great time. I won the individual rabbit at weapons practise, but got my thumb nail bent back in the process - I was fighting Toby, I think it was, and he managed to rap me on the knuckles with his polearm. I kept fighting, but thought 'my god, you know, my hnd hurts a lot'.
Then looked up to discover half of my nail was at 90 degrees to the rest of my finger. Pushed it back, but then did the sissy thing and went really dizzy. It's looking better than yesterday - it cycled through all different types of swelling and shades of black and grey. Now it's just a dark purple all around the rim, and provided I don't try to bear weight on it, it's fine. Yesterday, it was throbbing all up my arm, and I could barely use it. Texting, writing and cooking all became something of a challenge.
The race is on as to whether I'm going to get this dress finished in time. I also have a report to write, which may be done first, as I have other clothes, and typing doesn't involve using my thumb. Pinning stuff together, unfortunately, does.
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| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
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7:37 pm - I believe I may have found the love of my life.
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Foodwise, that is.
Chard has won me over. Like spinach, but bigger, better, more flavoursome, and look how pretty!
Seriously, I've made some creamed (steam plant, make roux, add wilted leaves, add steam water if you want it more liquid, little cheddar, dash of milk if you feel like it, ground nutmeg, tada!) and it's seriously yummy, and at 95p/lb, cheaper than supermarket spinach by a long shot.
And it's sold at the greengrocers around the corner from my work, locally grown, organic, for that price.
My heart. It is won.
My other-love-of-my-life is made of win at the moment too. A dozen red roses are sitting in a vase on my coffee table, courtesy of him. When he arrived home with them at the beginning of the week, I asked him what occasion they were for, racking my brains all the while, as I'm normally fairly good with dates and I couldn't remember anything note-worthy happening around this time of year.
"It's Monday." Was the response.
My heart. It is won by him also - well, possibly just had its love confirmed. He did a pretty good job of winning it the first time around.
More flowers are sitting in an old rum bottle on a shelf in my kitchen - I am disproportionately pleased with these flowers. I grew them myself. I'm sure I would be even more pleased with them if I knew what they are.
Oh well. They needed to come out to give the courgette plants more light.
There is some sort of aphid spreading around my garden. Most of my herbs are showing signs of it, and the courgettes are going a bit wonky due to it - my pepper plant struggles valiently on, but I fear it is a doomed cause.
In constrast, my broad bean plants are off and away and thriving. I wish I knew why they're doing so well compared to everything else, but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The dress is going surprisingly well - once you take a red pen to the instructions, cross out all the grammatical errors and ingnore their insistance that you must REINFORCE, EASESTITCH and STAYSTITCH everything in sight, it begins to make sense. I often wonder if they're in league with the thread companies, desperately crying that every seam must be triple sewed to make us buy more thread...but that would be me being veery silly, probably due to the heat.
The heat, I hate it. I much look forward to the end of the week, when we're due to get our clouds abck (temps of 26 in england in June is a bit silly), and even more for going visiting up in the frozen north, where hopefully, as well as visiting everyone and getting some weapon's practise in, I shall remove some of the freeze and take it south with me.
As it is, I am hot, but in a surprisingly good mood. Tonight, magicaddict and I are going to watch this which promises to be lol-tastic. We have yorkshire puddings. I have chard.
This makes me surprisingly content.
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| Monday, June 1st, 2009
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7:22 pm
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| Saturday, May 30th, 2009
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9:30 pm - Plaques
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Under the cut be pictures.
Some are a little faint. After spending years plugging away with the broad head of the iron, which gives a definite, but not a smooth line, I discovered an angle to hold it at which is far easier to actually get control with. Downside is that it's not so dark - I plan to go over the fainter stuff again tomorrow when I break the iron out again. It's too late now, and trying to draw when I'm this tired ends with nothing more than me stressing out and messing up.
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7:27 pm - Ow.
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Too much sun. Head hurts.
Upside: Thanks to xanthipe's aid, have got most of the deity plaques done. Still to do:
- Khoreg (need to know what sort of raven symbol)
- Sith (need to know what sort of snake symbol)
- Pakkit - need to know if I'm doing one at all, and if so, what sort of symbol.
- Eilistraee - optional extra just for me to RP with, that is being left until last in case I screw up one of the others and need to use the wood.
Pics will go up later. Some I like, some I am not so sure on. Pyrography is far harder in practise than in theory. Still, I'm sure we'll find some use for them.
Dress making has been sitting on the side and having baleful looks cast at it. I shall have another go tomorrow.
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| Wednesday, May 27th, 2009
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9:46 pm - Sewing.
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I have bought this pattern.
It arrived today.
It's hideously complicated. Given how simple the dress looks, it's ridiculous. I'm certain there must be a simpler way to make it.
But I also just dumped £50 on fabric, so I'll follow the instructions first time around.
Black/silver, in case you couldn't guess. Someone needs to have a chat with Rega about colour schemes :P
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| Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
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6:53 pm - Explain this to me.
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The second I have nothing to do, and am well rested, I'm bored. The second I have things to do, I'm snowed under and stressed. If I try to go to bed, I can't sleep.
The second I'm not well rested I'm falling asleep though.
Regardless of what I'm doing or where I am, I'm impatient.
If I'm eating, or just ate, I'm full to the point of being uncomfortable. If I'm not, then I'm starving. If I'm cooking, I'm clumsy, I'm accident prone, and thus I get even more stressed.
Everything and nothing bores and distracts me.
And worse, there's nothing I can do about it.
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| Sunday, May 24th, 2009
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6:27 pm - Hahah!
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Housework, I defeat you!
Except everytime I do a tidying sweep, it unearths more dirty dishes for me to wash up.
Damnit!
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3:27 pm
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My MSN is playing up - keeps making the 'you have a new email' beep for no apparent reason. I've now upgraded to the latest version, so hope that'll fix it, but you never know.
French market is small but good. I plan to go tomorrow and spend far too much money on edible items. Globe artichokes as large as a human head for one, and I couldn't wait to buy some of their rillete, so about 100g is currently chilling out in my fridge. They have cured meat sausages and cheese stalls, so the other half and I will be going for a wander. Charli may be joining us, but she needs to go in the morning if she goes, so it's looking like we'll be there from 10ish. Anybody else wants to tag along, let me know.
I want to write stuff IC for Rega, but am running out of topics. Am damned impatient for Leek, let me tell you. Poking the idea of using pyography to make the deity shrines. If Caz doesn't have her stylus, may buy my own, but need to do sums first.
Argh, need to go to Morrisons before it shuts, for Emma cannot live on baguette and rilette alone. Even if it is tasty.
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| Wednesday, May 13th, 2009
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11:17 pm - Star Trek
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Actually very, very good - exceptionally enjoyable. Even the other half, who once appeared on Mastermind with Star Trek as his specialist category (I'm not kidding here), thought it was decent.
I believe I may be obliged to join the leagions of folks fangirling over Spock mind. Damn, that man can kiss. OR at least, he makes it look goooooood. Who the hell would want Kirk if he's stood next to that? :D (Kidding, promise)
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| Sunday, May 10th, 2009
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8:56 pm - LARP meme.
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This is a social meme, designed to increase the awareness that, with regards to LARP, in character does not equal out of character. Particularly with romance.
Please note the following:
I am not my characters. This is role play.
If you have met me while IC at a LARP, you have not met me, but my characters. This is role play.
If my character has declared their love for your character, I have not declared my love for you. This is role play.
If my character has slept with your character, I have not, nor am I going to, sleep with you, nor do you get any say over who I do sleep with. This is role play.
If you develop feelings for the person you meet while at a LARP event, you have not developed feelings for me, for you have not met me, but rather, you have them for my character. This is not role play, but it is also not my problem.
I bear no responsibility for your feelings, in much the same way as you bear no responsibility for mine. If one of us develops feelings, it is their responsibility to remove themselves from the situation before it effects their OOC lives and emotions.
If you disregard any of the above, you have no entitlement to keep playing with me, and no recourse to complaint when I sever all possible IC ties, as is my right when you have demonstrated a lack of in character to out of character divide.
If you support this, repost, in an attempt to stop IC/OOC misunderstandings at LARP.
[Sidenote: I'm currently not having problems, but I want to stop all future ones. Because you nkow it'll happen someday.)
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