...because:

a: supernatural's last episode is this week SQUEE!
2: heroes last episodes is next week AAAIIE!
f: my heart is being eaten alive by my new fandom obsession.
98: i had to tell someone about how many layers of thermal underwear i was wearing in bed last night.

So, i am going to be posting this, checking back on a few pages of Flist to see how you all are, and answering old comments. Psych essay bedamned, tonight i... TAKE BACK THE INTERNET!! Rawr!

So, first things first, before my brain asplodes, i must tell you about the glorious love that is "Beauty & The Beast". Or as i know it, "Some Woman & OMG HIS SNOUT GSNARLG NNGSNRGF JFDSAUIH GAJ!"
The former may be catchier, but the latter is truest to my heart.

So yes, i have been spending the last month or so stuck to my television screen with drool, watching sweet heroic angstful Vincent battle the world above, prejudices against his look (what is going on there?? He's fucking gorgeous! The only thing he has to be worried about is being savaged by hoardes of fangirls on the streets of NY), and roars deliciously when he loses control. And inbetween i'm sure he sleeps sometimes, and washes (mmm), and probably eats but we've never seen him do it. Maybe the fangs make it messy. Anyway, for those that don't know this show it's an eighties modern reworking of the traditional fairy tale, played out in NY with Vincent as the Beast (Ron Perlman SQUEE!) living underneath the city in a secret network of tunnels where he is safe. Season one just got released on dvd, and i've just managed to order the rest of the seasons bootleg, so i don't have to wait for the officials to watch all the other eps. Whumping ahoy in season three, wheee!!

Iconnage:

Tags: batb, fandoms, icons
feeling: tired

There's one major problem with having all my friends online, and that is that when i get that raving new-show obsession, that bonkers-for-it running-up-the-walls who-needs-sleep obsession, i have no way to let it out. if i had someone to talk to verbally (other than myself) i think it wouldn't be so acute, but no, instead i have to walk around the house as if everything is normal and meantime my brain is going completlely utterly mad. Dean mad! Impala mad! Dean-driving-an-Impala MAD! MMAAAAADDDD! ::grips desk::
Every time that car engine gurgles i go into fits of ecstasy. knights_13 we are so overdosing on Supernatural whump when you come visit!

I love the psychologies and character focus they've got going in this show, how everything shifts and changes with the circumstances and how you can see exactly why each characters bad and good points have come about. I love Dean's weaknesses and his strengths, i love how his brother is good for him, i love his desperation for his family. And i love the fact that he is so fantastically shut-off and guarded, and you can see the tears fill his eyes but he so rarely lets them go further. Gah. HOLD. ME. BACK.


Feel free to take. i'll make more, hopefully better ones soon. I've not iconned for ages, i'm out of practise.
I'm up to ep204 and i'm charging my way onward. I have two hours 'til Simon Said is downloaded, and then i can watch the next three. I'm desperate to join in Flist discussions, so just hold your horses and i'll be caught up in days!
In case you've not checked it out yet, i've ventured far enough into Lj spn fandom to find the hiyacunien journal, which rocks.

And you know the only thing disappointing me about my Region1 Supernatural DVD's, with all their fantastic bloopery extras? They didn't put english subtitles on the eps. Waaaaah! :( Does anyone know if there are english subtitles on the Region2 set? If so, i might buy them too.

Last weekend i was away to Ireland for my nanna's 80th (hence my Flist absence, sorry 'bout that), and on the way from the airport i went into Belfast to visit the Asia Supermarket. It's a fantastic place, at the end of the Ormeau Road past a load of housing estates, and i got tons of Ma Hwa Sesame Cookies, some preserved Chan-Pee Seedless Plums and some Lemon Juice Ginger in gorgeous little individual parcels. Booked into a hotel for the weekend (best to stay away from the messed-up family i find) and my cousin came over on Saturday to watch LotR's with me and talk geek. She's fantastic my cousin, a jewel in the rough.

Oh, and i must show you all what i am wearing around my neck these days. Recently there was an abundance of crab washed up on Budleigh Salterton beach, so i grabbed a few big claws, sawed them off, bored holes and strung them on leather cord.



And to finish, a small yet worrying snippet of some of a conversation me and my coworkers had on friday:

me: "I have NO idea what this chart means."
p: "There's lots of red, it's bad. warning!"
me: "No that's top ten, that's good!"
p: [in american accent] "Warning!"
me: "This says 'nine', that's good."
p: "Nein?? It's speaking German?"
m: "Yeah, it's trying to get her to invade Poland."
me: "Pooland?"
m: "That sounds like some kind of very nasty website."
p: "Sounds like a very bad idea for a childrens play area."
me: "Go on Bobby, go and jump on the giant inflatible poo!"
m: "Lets go on the diarrhea run!"
p: "I want to ride on the floaters!"

Now, i go eat. Tomorrow evening, i go Kung Fu! Haaaaiiii! ::chop::

Tags: icons, life, supernatural

well, my initial plans for spending the day in bed went out the window... because i took a wonderful trip into town with my mum and ended up spending 70quid on clothes. whee! and my further plans for this evening went out the window too. and for equally lovely reasons...

i was sitting at my comp browsing through a million emails i am too tired to answer, when my mum knocked. she said she and my dad just saw something on the news about tonight being a meteor shower night. so ensued a happy panic, as we ran around grabbing extra layers and blankets. i threw on a fleece and coat, my norwegian socks and a hat, and stumbled (all the lights were off :P) outside. we all flopped down on our backs, dad tangled himself in a large brown rug for a few minutes before finally getting it thrown over us, and we lay together staring up at the star-filled sky. then we started giggling. so after about five minutes of pretty much constant giggling, we saw our first shooting star, and it was beautiful. we saw quite a few, lying there, and did lots of speculating on what we'd do if one headed straight for us (dad: "you two roll that way, i'll roll this way!" me: "i seriously doubt that would prevent our fiery fiery death. i'm planning on screaming." dad: "fair enough").
about forty minutes after we got out there, the noises started. we have a regular hedgehog visitor, so we pretty much knew it was him, but it didn't prevent me getting steadily more and more jittery as the crunching and skittering noises got louder, and eventually announcing "christ it's a fucking massive hedgehog and i'm getting up now" (which, if you haven't guessed by now, led to more giggling). so we switched positions (i sheltered behind my mums legs) for a bit, eventually dad went in to bed and left me and mum (back in our original side-by-side positions) watching stars and braving the massive hedgehog of doom. there was some incredibly cute hedgehog sneezes. after a while the noises got louder, and as we stayed very quiet we could hear it's pitter-patter get closer and closer as it worked its way round the pond. lifting my head a bit, i was able to watch as the gorgeous little thing came within a foot of my mums head. she turned to me and said "it's just a baby!" and it heard and scarpered.
after our fill of shooting stars, we went inside and used a torch to make some hot chocolate (we used the torch to see while making the hot chocolate, not to actually make it. heating milk with a torch would take a damn long time). we sat drinking it on the garden steps, and soon i heard shifting gravel. the hedgehog came up to our patio, hoovered its way along the bricks (seriously, there's so much inhaling going on with those animals, it's crazy) and came all the way up to our feet. we sat there still as statues, breathing cool night air as the hedgehog nosed along the step below our feet. it poked its nose up into the moonlight, and took a sniff. heading away from us calmly, it stepped on a leaf which crackled, scared the bejeezus out of itself and exited stage left in a complete panic. i love our hedgehog. :D

so. a day well spent, and a wonderful evening. we came in from the stars at about 1am, and it's now 5.44am, because sleep would be folly when st:tos icons could be made:

1. 2. 3. 4.

5. 6. 7. 8.

i'm still making icons on my large-res monitor, so i hope they're okay on a 1024x768. these are up for grabs, if anyone wants them. credit please, or i weel keel joo (or at least throw a leetle tantrum). :P

i'm off to watch the Professionals in bed. that's... i'm watching them... in my bed. not watching them in their beds. which, admittedly, would be much preferable. mmmm Professionals in bed...

Tags: icons, life, st:tos
feeling: content
hearing: jerry harrison - i cry for iran

...sugar free?? SUGAR FREE? I DON'T WANT YOUR STEEENKEEN' SUGAR FREE! why the fuck do you think i buy this stuff? yeesh.

anyway. this morning's post was a time of yayness! the postie leaves little gifts in our porch, and today he left me a Billy Joel album and st:tng s1, both of which i shall write about later. in the meantime, i'm so out of the loop with star trek, can anyone point me to some good Riker whumpfic? Or even some decent sources for fic where i might search, Google keeps bringing up my own website in answer to all my queries which, while flattering, is NOT HELPFUL.

my day was a strange one, finishing with me alone in an echoey office, listening to music on my pda while all my coworkers were at home watching the football. i'm hoping to get to try this karate club tomorrow, and none too soon, because i was feeling unreasonably powerful on my way home today. it's that itch i get, that builds until i feel like i could fight a ten tonne truck and win. i was walking home and feeling like my glare alone could crush a person, and every time my heel hit the pavement it reverberated up into my spine and i thought the ground might crack open beneath me from the sheer intensity.
that all is a sure damn sign i need to do some martial arts quick, so i can't wait. i shall have to try very hard not to go completely mental with them. mwah. >:P

and now, i bring you... wolverGUH ::keels over::

1. 2. 3. 4.

( more give me more RAWR! )

ahhhhh, now that felt good. i made these on a higher res than 1024x768, but i have all the bases so if anyone wants anything with smaller text or different text or no text or a penguin on or blah blah blah, just go ahead and ask. and if you use them then yay, and credit me credit me! ::pounces around the place making a prat of self::
not so keen on some of them, but it's been so long since i made icons that i'm just relatively pleased they didn't all turn out looking like some horrible mistake.

i'm now exhausted. so i'm gonna ignore everything tonight, finish listening to 52nd Street and singing (badly) at the top of my lungs along to it, and then get myself a pint of milk and some biscuits to eat while i watch star trek in bed. wheeeeezzzzzzzzz.... (that was me falling asleep mid-squee, not me having some kind of strange asthma attack)

Tags: icons, wolverine
belong: i don't KNOOOOW!
feeling: crazy
hearing: everything billy joel ever sang ever

yes, i am not quite proud to admit that i adore the film Waterworld. I accept that it's not really very good, but the pure fact that i dream, live, sleep and yearn for water means it's my heaven on film. Having gills, webbed feet, immersing himself under the ocean for hours at a time... the Mariner is exactly what i want to be. But with less facial hair. My only issues with the film are that he should have killed the women, not just cut their hair, and that he didn't get whumped nearly enough. Can we please have a new generation of baddies who can actually aim? Is that so much to ask?? Yeesh. Anyhoo, i digress. I made icons. Icons were made. Also watched was The Lost Boys, with all it's Kiefer goodness. wistful_fever you've seen this one right? The brothers are aaall over each other, yes? Yes.

Here thar be teasers, hahaar:

( 16 waterworld, 6 professionals, 10 lost boys )

I shall now continue working my way through this hefty pack of Haribo Starmix until i congeal into some huge wibbly gelatine mass and am unable to go to work tomorrow, on account of having turned into a Jelly Baby. Darn, i'll say, and i had really wanted to go to work too.

Tags: films, icons, the pros
feeling: soft & squishy?
hearing: tv downstairs

I'm always complaining about how little time i have, i thought, always having things i want to do but don't get a moment free to do them. It figures then, that i decided i'm gonna do another degree. Perfect sense. The kind of sense you get in asylums, when your mate thinks he's Abe Lincoln and they serve transquilisers with dessert.

I'm really quite excited about it though, i just signed on with the Open University to do a BSc Hons Psychology Degree. The Open University, for those Americans unaware, is an internet and post based university that runs courses specially suited for full-time workers or those unable to get to a college. I'll work about 16 hours a week at home, have occassional tutorials at a regional centre nearby, and get my degree over 6 years of study. I'm starting in October with DD100 - An Introduction to the Social Sciences: Understanding Social Change. I've overhauled my room, cleared my desk and bought a new pencil case, specially. That means i'm prepared. Doesn't it.  :P

When i was choosing what uni to go to, back in the day, i had a choice between Photography in Cornwall or Psychology at Queens in Belfast. A couple of things made me choose Photography, and now i'm really excited to have the chance to do Psychology too, even if i don't get to go to Queens to do it. Plus i can pay for each part of the degree as i do it, and not worry about incurring any more debts. So very excited! I've been reading books and folders that my mum has on Psychology left right and centre recently, so i'll be well versed by the time the course starts. I also have this odd, wonderful desire to not tell anyone. My parents know, and i'd love all you guys to know, but none of my extended family get to know, nor my colleagues. Somehow this is going to be very much mine, only shared with people i trust, i guess.

I also experimented with some Professional icons, after being inspired by one of kassidy62's posts, using some heavier borders that i quite like: (and there's one Renegade icon at the end)

1...    2...    3...    4...
5...    6...    7...        feel free to yoink.

Tonight mum put aromatherapy oil on my pulse-points and we went with dad to the sea at about 10pm to listen to the waves. Now, in absence of something else i was going to post but have mislaid, i shall drag my sorry self off to bed and dream about TMA's (Teacher Marked Assessments) and due dates and new pens and coloured weekly study-plans and all things exciting.....

Tags: icons, psychology degree, the pros
feeling: overexcited

Far too clean and respectable, i thought, not enough children running with tears in their eyes back to their mummys asking why the rocks were bleeding, i thought. Gotta bloody the place up a bit, i thought, so i went swimming on my last day in Norway, stepped on some insecure shingle and had my foot dropped down onto something unmistakably sharp. Perhaps glass, or an overambitious shell, but whatever it was it cut deep and nasty and neccessitated many following hours of hilarious shame as i was bodily carried back to the car by my friends parents. Now i'm back home out of sight of their sneaky eyes ("don't put any weight on that foot!" they'd collectively scream) i can gallop gleefully about the house on the toes of my left foot, as the damage was limited to the middle and heel. It's gaping and hurting rather, because i missed the window for stitches, but i'm galloping anyway because it's fun and it irritates my mum.
( see here for my amazingly fake blood & KITTENS! )

The week's holiday on that small island in Norway where i intend to live one day was, apart from that last minute puncture, a wonderful relaxing break with my friends. I have none here, so to talk to someone other than my parents (fantastic thought they be) for a bit was pure heaven. I am back and feeling so much more human for it.

I managed to do a whole helluva of a load of nothing while i was there, so i am posting the Miami Vice icons i have now, for those who wanted them to use them. Feel free to yoink any and all, just credit me in userinfo or i'll rip your arms off and use them as throwing sticks for my pet penguin.( tasty little eighties squares )

I just had a lovely driving lesson during which i didn't crash the car (reSULT!) and am about to wrap my foot in a plastic bag and have a shower (sounds like some kind of a ritual. maybe it'll catch on). Then i shall go to bed and snarl gleefully at the tv screen as Rick Hunter goes about being all Clint Eastwoody, shooting felons and rescueing damsels in distress with the odd tacky catchphrase while his partner DeeDee McCall wears spandex and is all female-empowered. Ahhh, the good old days.

Tags: hunter, icons, miami vice, norway, photography
feeling: relaxed, tired but happy
hearing: nada. must put some on.