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

I just had a can of Dr Pepper in the shower (i finished skating and was in equal desperate need of a drink and a shower, so i had both together) and i was drinking it, and my brain was confused as shit, going oh good god no don't drink the shower water DON'T DRINK THE SHOWER WATER WTF ARE YOU DOING???!!

And hey, jump-transitions from forward to backward skating are deceptively easy! I almost shrugged through one today, and put so little effort into the jump that i basically turned on my toes, but twas still perfect. Jump-transition from backward to front skating is harderer thoughs, because i'm not so good at skating backwards and therefore every time i crouch to prepare to jump i screw up my direction and end up facing downwards (face = pavement).

Ye all must observe the general coolness of this website. Sure the dude running it thinks he's got muscles up the kyber, but he has, so i reckon he's allowed to think it. Plus he's very funny (why the hell did i write that in italics?), and he showcases some awesome tricks, and inspired me to get all limber and headstandy tonight (i headbutted my sofa accidentally), so yay him.

And boo for folks seeing Ep5 of Torchwood before i do. Because LOOK HERE, we here in the UK hardly ever get our own shows that are decent so for gods sake when we do get them please have the courtesy to let me see them fiiiiiiiirst! Poopy.

And most finally: woe for the magnificent Stanley Tucci, for he hath chosen a humdinger of a rip-off series to star in. Yes, it's 3Lbs, about a brain surgeon called House Hanson who has a dibilitating physical mental problem, an entourage of medical students and supporting staff like Wilson Seger, and an attitude problem attitude problem. This is even more blatant that Mutant X. Oh noes. :(

There is no graphic with this post. THERE IS NO GRAPHIC WITH THIS POST! Holy shat my computer just went crazy. I'll go now then... ("now then"? When the hell is that anyway, it's temporally impossible!)

Tags: life, skating, tricking
feeling: crazy
hearing: amusement parks on fire

Sorry folks, think it's best if i officially bow out of Lj until after my Psych exam (hi willowfae! i'm giving up, lol, i can't handle everything!). It's on Oct 9th, and i have about four months worth of revision to do in three weeks. Am coming apart at the seams.
I'll be back on after then, and if in the meantime you make any posts you don't want me to miss (fic, icons, happenings, anything you want me to comment on), please post a comment here with a link to it, and i can check them all out when i come back. I'm sure i'll pop into my Flist every now and then, but i'd not count on it, and i'm unlikely to comment.
Email me if you wanna/needta chat. :)

Tags: life, psychology degree
belong: work
feeling: stressed

this post is going to be nowhere near as dodgy as the title implies. disappointed? i am. so let's skip straight to the spider porn!

it was at the weekend, after me and my mate had come back from Bergen on the bus. it was a lovely night, and we'd had one of those incredibly giggly bus rides, the kind when you're making stupid sounds and poking each other and laughing like morons and suddenly you realise you've turned into the two kids at the front of the bus that you always hated because it was obvious they were having way more fun that you. it was great.
it was when we got to my mates front porch, wet from the rain, that we looked up and two medium size spidros. they were sitting on a web pretty close together, not moving much. we watched, because it's fairly unusual to see two anywhere near each other, and soon they started feeling each others legs (hey hey!). once they'd had a good feel, and we'd done lots of speculating about whether they were warming up for spider-sex, they suddenly clutched each other and squidged together! for a few seconds they stayed like that while (as we found out later from one of my mates wildlife books) the bloke spider passed things (presents, books, i don't know. possibly fertilised eggs, shaddup.) to the laydee spidro. then they parted, one of them heading off and the other tentatively trying to follow a few times in some kind of tragic soap-opera inspired moment. he gave up in the end though, and that was that. i say 'he', but it coulda been the laydee, it's not like one of them had a tiny beard or anything so it was hard to tell.

so, anyway, yay spider porn! (see R, i told them!)

on to the Trek. i've been steadily immersing myself over the last few weeks (and by 'steadily' of course i mean i downloaded every episode i can get my hands on, and at the moment am watching a half-broken 23% downloaded avi of A Private Little War because i simply can't wait to see the poison-whumpiness. i'm patient, me. :s).

one of the first eps i watched was Arena, and what, pray tell, is going on there?? in a way, with the hindsight of a load more episodes, i'm starting to love it. i mean, there aren't many series that would allow their hero such a flaw - with the whole bridge-crew wondering whether they're going to have to mutiny this war-driven captain who wants to exact revenge (policing, whatever you want to call it jim) on a race they know nothing about. it's pretty intense. i love that. a little heavy-handed maybe, and i've not watched it since so my irritation may have been tempered with time, but i'm no longer wanting to disregard the ep entirely. plus, he spends most of the ep fighting hand-to-hand with Hannibal in that costume he wore in the first ep of The A-Team (i swear, it's him! :P), and that whole part with the crew whump voyeurism is pretty darn awesome.
also, lol, i get Galaxy Quest now.
my love of trek has increased tenfold simply because of shatner's laugh (i've been watching the blooper reels). have you *heard* that man laugh?? he sounds like an ambulance siren. it's gorgeous. also, when he mouths 'i don't know what's going on!' into the camera, i nearly die of lust every time. i don't know why.

i am loving too, that raw, needy, delicate relationship that is spirk. oh they so adore each other. it's that side-glance, watching-and-waiting, making-hard-decisions kind of love. a love dominated by dependance, security and two personalities that conflict so beautifully that all they do is lean in opposite directions, but against each other, keeping each other from falling down. i saw it for real first in The Empath.


after jim is knocked out with the hypo, spock sits down beside him and looks down at his face, a lingering and thoughtful look. no doubt thinking about the huge responsiblities that rest on Jim's shoulders, the same responsiblities spock and mccoy have just taken from him (the spirkoy love! it's just as good. those three are just awesome together). the empath notices, and cocks her head in curiosity at what she feels. spock looks away, evidently embarassed by what she saw. she moves around and realisation dawns, and i swear she senses his love! she reaches out to comfort him. spirk love! spirk love! ::dances around monitor::
and need i congratulate the world for the whump in that ep? didn't think so. the way he was flopped helplessly on his tummy at one point just about did me in. The Trouble With Tribbles was fantastic, lol. jim's poor little disappointed face when he fnids out scotty wasn't defending him during the klingon fight. bless his heart. oh! and the whole last-orders conversation from the end of Tholian Web cracks me up every time! especially when at the end of the conversation when the camera roves away, a sneaky little happy smile creeps over jim's face. awww. ::flails::

so of course, the trek love brought on fic-searches at work. i think i'm developing a kirk/sarek kink. although, to be honest, i suspect it's because so many writers portray spock as an emotionally immature child-figure, and i don't like that. sarek at least gets to be intelligent and strong and comforting for kirk. there's a whole helluva load of slash out there for spirk, ain't there? don't you just love that their names combined the other way makes kock? mwaha (R, you can stop reading as soon as you get scared, mmkay? :P). the fic with the suspiciously shaped vibrating sander took the biscuit, especially when they started comparing tool festishes, lmao. oh, and speaking of vulcan porn, this fic has a fantastically interesting idea of vulcan genitalia. otherwise it's not a remarkable fic, there are some things i don't like about it, but i was just really intrigued by the physical ideas of the vulcan species sex. and having read a few k/s slash fics, this is hilarious. the laughter just kinda built up as i read, lmfao.

also, i got 93% for my latest Psych assignment. i fucking rule.

Tags: life, norway, st:tos
feeling: organisational
hearing: linkin park - faint

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

i nearly asploded the car! aaahahahahahaha! I am Pheral The Asploder! for it is written, "bring forth your cars of only 3 doors and rubbish engines, and the pheral shall asplode them!"

i was reversing into our gravel driveway (yes reversing iamamazingthankyouverymuch) which was difficult and took incredibly much a bit longer than my dad normally takes, because it's about two feet higher than the road and you have to get over that whump of gravel as you turn into the driveway. lots of clutch control. so one hour minute after starting the procedure i finally managed it, and put on the handbrake, and dad was like "what the hell is that??" pointing at the black smoke licking over the hood and curling round my side of the car, ahahahaha!
so it seems i took a little too long, and the clutch was whirring away and getting all asplodinated. but it was all good, and dad agreed i should be proud of doing exciting experimental things that he didn't even know the car would do. ::puffs up chest all proud like:: i can make our car smoke. aha.

also, we had a car come at us the other way in a thin country lane corner, going at a far too fast speed, and my dad yelled and jumped a foot in his seat!! ahaha! and that was pretty much my first emergency-break situation, and i didn't yell, i was cool as a cucumber, and then just laughed at dad as the car (bmw humph) reversed and got out of our way and we drove on. mwaha. i've never heard my dad yell in shock, or seen him jump. ahaha. >:P

i win at cars.

then my dad proved to be the best dad ever. because i've had a pretty rough time at work recently, being miserable and sleeping an awful lot at home and only just working out that that's my coping mechanism, and finally everything came to a peak last night in not-so-nice-style. But tonight my dad talked to me, and he was wunnerful, and i loves him. and i feel a bit better, and am now officially (and enthusiastically) nervously, looking for a new job. shhhh, don't tell my boss, he'll have a hernia. :P i want to get a job as Chief Car Asploder! 200k a year. yummm.

i can't have a post without an image!! ach... here:

i want to take mark mccormick's face and just smoosh it up against mine and make noises such as one would make at kittens. and then savage him.

Hardcastle&McCormick is delicious. not enough whumping, but hey, the world can't be purrfect. >:P

Tags: life
feeling: manic, crazy, mental, jippy, nervous, nauseated, wierd, panicky, happy, sad, chipper AAAAARGH
hearing: imogen heap - headlock

well, that was exciting! at 3.30am i woke up, not entirely sure why until an almightily bright flash hit my eyes. it was raining like buggery, the tree outside my window was going mental, and there was a blinding flash of sheet lightning every 6 or so seconds. i took some video, but in the end i only saw five forks of lightning and never caught any of them on video. they were gorgeous, though. it hail-stoned a bit, too, and i stayed up til 4.30am watching everything rage away. there must have been over 200 blasts of sheet-lightning. the sky was pitch-black when i was taking this video:



at about 4.30am it started getting light in the sky and the lightning and thunder eased, so i went back to bed. Apparantly that's when the fun started, as my mum tells me she got up at that point only to look ot the front window and see our street completely flooded with water! Our street is really prone to this, so we have a special concrete canal built out the back of our houses, to take flood waters. They hadn't been fast enough to open it up though, and the water filled our street to about half way up our driveways, before they got it diverted to the canal. I was asleep, but i know i heard the whooshing water, because i had a horrible nightmare about a tsunami looming over the street.

mum didn't wake me to see the flood because i'd had an awful headache all of sunday, which increased in agony every time i woke from a doze. it was pretty unbearably sore when i was up last night watching the storm too, but i was feeling better about it because at least i knew why i was having it, and that it would go away. and sure enough, i woke at 2.30pm this afternoon (didn't go to work, i know how these headaches go now and there's no point, i'd be useless) and it's all cleared up. pheral the storm warning. yeesh.

aaaaand good god i'd forgotten how strong the temptation to make icons is. everytime anyone mentions anything, i think "hey, i should make icons of that". so kindly be careful what you mention, because it could all go horribly wrong. I'm off to study more of my course's Language & Meaning chapter, despite the fact that on the last page i read they tried to introduce some math. pah. ::spits::

Tags: life
feeling: relieved
hearing: washing machine?