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

yes damnit, i said massage! much more fun than a message. how's this, on your shoulders, right there.. a bit higher? okay... there. better? good.
i am in norway 'til tuesday night. thought it'd give me more time for flist and posting, but was gravely mistaken. having great fun, but energy is sucked away with baby and friends and trips and astonishing heeeeeeat. need ice bath. gah.
am watching star trek every night before i sleep on my laptop (watching on my laptop, not sleeping on my laptop, that'd be uncomfortable), and will have plenty to say about it when i get back. stay well all you folklets, and will do my best to catch up on all your antics when i get back to home and normality (ha!).
over and out.

Tags: norway
belong: sotra, norway
feeling: exhausted

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.

Well, here is pheral, three days of driving trips and five smokes of some bad stuff, some puking, and lots of sleeping later - pheeling phine and ready to update the clambering hordes on adventurous things. While the landscape here is stunning in a way that makes my heart ache, it can never be done justice by a camera's view, so i have only a few photos to show you, to journalise some of the things i've seen. Recently i've climbed a few small mountains, taken a two days trip into the mountains proper to stay overnight in a grass-roofed cabin, and a short excursion on the way back through Fjords to visit and stand on Folgefonna glacier nearby. It was stunning. The temperate ranged from 10 degrees down to minus 4 depending on where we were (and on the glacier we all suffered numb painful hands it was so incredibly cold with windchill off the charts).
Three days ago a seperate journal started at 6am and as it grew light we drove past what they call 'dancing elves' here, mist lying low over the water. On that trip we were driving to my mates dads business meeting so nearly all photographs had to be taken through the car window, and god knows i missed some simply stunning photos. The clouds sunk low at one area of mountains we drove through, and the trees looked almost fossilised with ice, the background a blank slate of cloud and the ground crisp white, water frozen thick.

Here are a few photographs from what i've seen. One of the photos is included simply because of the stairs that lead to nowhere. Have a look, i want to climb them, see where they take me. In another photo, the big block of white stuff above the blue half-frozen pond is actually snow. I have no idea it came in that shape. That was up in the highest mountains, near the glacier. We drank mountain water in the heights, dipped our faces in it, ate icycles. And dammnit if car journeys aren't the darndest way of realised you pee far too much. Grrr...

( What my lens has seen... )

And finally, sorry for all the posts i am missing, i hate being unable to keep up. I'm returning home November 2nd. Definitely got some more exciting places and things to see before then... including the mammoth pile of heavenly Wolverine comics that my mates partner owns. Pile meaning ALL, organised in numerical order. I routinely read them, lick them, roll in them, snog them...

Be good peg-people. Well... You know. Don't really. >:P

Tags: norway
feeling: calm
hearing: Norwegians talking in the background

Here i be, in Norway. Arrived yesterday at about 3 to two friends holding a huge banner, screaming, and generally making complete fools of themselves all for me. It was luverly... There were lots of seemingly friendly Norwegians at the airport, who then succeeded in not being at all helpful EVER. I asked one of them "where do i go now?" and he replied "good question" and then just looked at me til i wandered away. Hmm.

Blissful sleep was preceeded by my first ever episode of Magnum PI (instantly in love. That man can wear jeans dammnit) - the boxed set of which i bought in a pre-travelling-terror whim.

The landscape here is absolutely stunning, i am addicted already and i have heardly been here two days. All the houses are wooden, wooden floors, excellent heating (yes that`s damn important to a feline), there are no beaches as such just sculpted grey looming rocks that dip straight into the sea. Heather coats everything and reminds me of home and the Mourn Mountains in Ireland, and yesterday when i arrived the sky was blue and the weather warm. Overcast now, but beautiful all the same, and me and R just had joy feeding bottles into a bottle recycling bank. When you put them in too fast it beeps and reads in Norwegian "too fast! take out!" So we shoved them in as fast as possible and laughed when it choked up. Hah. Easily pleased.

I'm at her parents house right now, on their broadband. Not something i am going to be able to use alot, i can tell. So don't count on replies. I am missing my S&H community like crazy. Missing all my FL as much.

Tonight we're going to a friends house to play RolePlay and i have to think of a character before we go, so going to go bend my mind to that, and also find a number for Vodafone so that this clever Pheral can get some credit on her phone what just ran out. Duh.

Oh, and laptop runs like a dream, bar PowerDVD which won't transfer, and the installed dvd player can't capture images from the dvd, so i cant make icons. Waaaaaahhhh!! If anyone knows a program i can install that plays and/or captures images from dvds then gimme a shout. Desperate.

Grrr...

Tags: norway
feeling: ooohthisiswierd...
hearing: nuttin...