Christmas List 2017

Jul. 26th, 2017 10:14 am
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Recent piece I had to have. Who are these people who are my soulmates? If they are deceased, I hope they're comforted knowing someone will still proudly will display their pup.  

Our family doesn't really do birthdays or holidays, but we love Christmas so it's pretty over the top. Mom and Dad start shopping early so they recently requested our Christmas lists be submitted. I love that there are no grandkids from anyone so we never really have to "grow up" when it comes to the holiday at Mom and Dad's.

1. Pretty velvet pink kimono that is the soft color of the insides of seashells and will make me feel magic

2. I had this Schoolhouse Rock shirt, but it had an unfortunate accident. I loved it so much that I want it again.

3. A Life of Love: Barbara Cartland--Barbara Cartland is my new hero. Don't worry about Googling her if you don't know who she is because I plan on doing a blog post about her here.

4. What I Saw: Reports from Berlin 1920-1933

5. Encyclopedia of the Exquisite: An Anecdotal History of Elegant Delights

6. Keeping Up Appearances: The Full Bouquet--Who doesn't adore Hyacinth?

7. PBS shirt

8. 200 Goetze's Caramel Creams because I am going to laze in bed and eat handfuls and pretend I'm the richest in the land.

9. Keeping Up Appearances: Hyacinth Bucket's Book of Etiquette for the Socially Less Fortunate--Who doesn't adore Hyacinth?!

10. Finally, the drawing below by an 11 year old that I am crazy about is what I want the most. I'm not going to link the location because I don't want you jerks to buy it before I can so go away!!! Don't buy it, or I will loathe you all with the fire of a thousand suns. It will go perfectly with this piece I bought the other day. I plan on having a gallery wall with pet portraits.

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femslashex!

Jul. 24th, 2017 09:33 am
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So I know some of you guessed this already, but for those who haven't seen the community announcement yet and are interested in this sort of thing: I'm very excited to be joining the [community profile] femslashex mod team this year! This is one of my all time favourite exchanges from back when it was femslash-year-number, and I'm really happy to be helping to keep it ticking over going forward.

I have also strained my wrist and am lumbering about in a giant wrist brace, and forgetting and typing/lifting/living life with both hands periodically and then swearing a lot. So between modding, writing, and that I probably won't be around much for a little bit. But I am reading! I can scroll a reading page one handed at least!

I survived....barely

Jul. 23rd, 2017 10:47 pm
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I survived a work marathon. Ten days of frenzy grant writing. I'm exhausted and not quite sure If the project has any chance. I spend several nights awake. I work during my winter break. I'm very demoralised. I finished last Friday. I honestly fear for my mental health, I'm on edge.

Yesterday, I visited mum and dad. It was nice, my dad is adorable and sweet in the most dysfunctional way ever. I love him. Mum is mum, I love her, but it needs a little more effort from my part.

Today we travel back to Talca, with my MIL. 3 hours of dull conversation inside the car. Gosh, the woman is boring!
I fake being asleep like for 2 hours to avoid talking to her. I discovered something funny while faking to be asleep: hubby gets bored with her too. He will never confess it, but I know my man, and I observe their interaction while he thought I was sleeping.

Here are some jewels of my MIL fascinating conversation:

1. It's raining...(Well, duh, there is water falling from the sky)
2. There is fog....(I haven't realised e wwere surrounded by a dense fog)
3. Winter will last until September 21st. ... (Erm....erm...well, doesn't we live in the south hemisphere?)

Honestly, what I'm supposed to answer to such idiotic conversation?:

Yes, it's raining.
Wow, there is fog.
Winter is here.

I have no patience with idiocy.
I don't need an intellectual conversation but please do try not to talk such inane things.
I guess I'll stay late at my office this week to avoid her.

Just one last whine: Is there a way to call MIL in the English language that doesn't involve the word mother?

She hates me. I dislike her. She is not my mother by any means. I'm not her daughter. She avoids greeting me if there is no one to witness her rudeness.

Spanish is a much better language. "Suegra" is not a sweet word. Suegra is an ugly word, with no music on it. No pretence of anything, it doesn't suggest any bond apart from being the mother of your husband.
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Title: Heights and Fire
Author: [info]iulia_linnea
Pairing; Characters: Severus/Hermione; Eileen Prince, others
Rating: PG
Warning (highlight to view): For none.
Word Count: 6227
Summary: For great good reason, Hermione is afraid of heights and fire . . . and she notices things.
Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is based on characters and situations created by J. K. Rowling and owned by J. K. Rowling and various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made from (and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended by) the posting of this fan work.
Author's Note: Written for the 2017 run of the [info]sshg_promptfest. Thank you, [info]arynwy and Shog, for beta'ing. Archived, as is all my fan work, at the Archive of Our Own.

Heights and Fire )

Poem of the week

Jul. 20th, 2017 08:09 am
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 Sometimes a poem is just so bad that it is absolutely wonderful.

This is other half's favourite McGonagall poem :o)



The Funeral of the German Emperor

YE sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.
Who oft great armies to battle hath led;
He was a man beloved by his subjects all,
Because he never tried them to enthral.

The people of Germany have cause now to mourn,
The loss of their hero, who to them will ne’er return;
But his soul I hope to Heaven has fled away,
To the realms of endless bliss for ever and aye.

He was much respected throughout Europe by the high and the low,
And all over Germany people’s hearts are full of woe;
For in the battlefield he was a hero bold,
Nevertheless, a lover of peace, to his credit be it told.

’Twas in the year of 1888, and on March the 16th day,
That the peaceful William’s remains were conveyed away
To the royal mausoleum of Charlottenburg, their last resting-place,
The God-fearing man that never did his country disgrace.

The funeral service was conducted in the cathedral by the court chaplain, Dr. Kogel,
Which touched the hearts of his hearers, as from his lips it fell,
And in conclusion he recited the Lord’s Prayer
In the presence of kings, princes, dukes, and counts assembled there.

And at the end of the service the infantry outside fired volley after volley,
While the people inside the cathedral felt melancholy,
As the sound of the musketry smote upon the ear,
In honour of the illustrous William. whom they loved most dear.

Then there was a solemn pause as the kings and princes took their places,
Whilst the hot tears are trickling down their faces,
And the mourners from shedding tears couldn’t refrain;
And in respect of the good man, above the gateway glared a bituminous flame.

Then the coffin was placed on the funeral car,
By the kings and princes that came from afar;
And the Crown Prince William heads the procession alone,
While behind him are the four heirs-apparent to the throne.

Then followed the three Kings of Saxony, and the King of the Belgians also,
Together with the Prince of Wales, with their hearts full of woe,
Besides the Prince of Naples and Prince Rudolph of Austria were there,
Also the Czarevitch, and other princes in their order I do declare.

And as the procession passes the palace the blinds are drawn completely,
And every house is half hidden with the sable drapery;
And along the line of march expansive arches were erected,
While the spectators standing by seemed very dejected.

And through the Central Avenue, to make the decorations complete,
There were pedestals erected, rising fourteen to fifteen feet,
And at the foot and top of each pedestal were hung decorations of green bay,
Also beautiful wreaths and evergreen festoons all in grand array.

And there were torches fastened on pieces of wood stuck in the ground;
And as the people gazed on the weird-like scene, their silence was profound;
And the shopkeepers closed their shops, and hotel-keepers closed in the doorways,
And with torchlight and gaslight, Berlin for once was all ablaze.

The authorities of Berlin in honour of the Emperor considered it no sin,
To decorate with crape the beautiful city of Berlin;
Therefore Berlin I declare was a city of crape,
Because few buildings crape decoration did escape.

First in the procession was the Emperor’s bodyguard,
And his great love for them nothing could it retard;
Then followed a squadron of the hussars with their band,
Playing “Jesus, Thou my Comfort,” most solemn and grand.

And to see the procession passing the sightseers tried their best,
Especially when the cavalry hove in sight, riding four abreast;
Men and officers with their swords drawn, a magnificent sight to see
In the dim sun’s rays, their burnished swords glinting dimly.

Then followed the footguards with slow and solemn tread,
Playing the “Dead March in Saul,” most appropriate for the dead;
And behind them followed the artillery, with four guns abreast,
Also the ministers and court officials dressed in their best.

The whole distance to the grave was covered over with laurel and bay,
So that the body should be borne along smoothly all the way;
And the thousands of banners in the procession were beautiful to view,
Because they were composed of cream-coloured silk and light blue.

There were thousands of thousands of men and women gathered there,
And standing ankle deep in snow, and seemingly didn’t care
So as they got a glimpse of the funeral car,
Especially the poor souls that came from afar.

And when the funeral car appeared there was a general hush,
And the spectators in their anxiety to see began to crush;
And when they saw the funeral car by the Emperor’s charger led,
Every hat and cap was lifted reverently from off each head.

And as the procession moved on to the royal mausoleum,
The spectators remained bareheaded and seemingly quite dumb;
And as the coffin was borne into its last resting-place,
Sorrow seemed depicted in each one’s face.

And after the burial service the mourners took a last farewell
Of the noble-hearted William they loved so well;
Then rich and poor dispersed quietly that were assembled there,
While two batteries of field-guns fired a salute which did rend the air
In honour of the immortal hero they loved so dear,
The founder of the Fatherland Germany, that he did revere.












NPT Fic: If It Don't Fit

Jul. 15th, 2017 07:10 pm
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Not Prime Time authors have been revealed!

If It Don't Fit (1843 words) by shopfront
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kes/Seven of Nine
Characters: The Doctor (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: First Dates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Kes returns to Voyager, Episode: 5x22 Someone To Watch Over Me
Summary: Kes overrules the Doctor's cumbersome dating advice, and Seven finds that dinner and dancing can be quite enjoyable after all with a few minor alterations.

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Jul. 15th, 2017 11:46 am
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