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(no subject) [Jul. 10th, 2012|04:24 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |amusedamused]

Woke up yesterday morning, The Boy next to me, asleep on his front. Suddenly, he starts reflexively kicking his feet up in the air and holding them there, bending at the knees. Then he starts whimpering in what sounds like fear or possibly pain. I think he might have a cramp or something so I gently shake him and ask if he's all right. Then, he starts holding his arms out, palms down, his whole body tensing up. At this stage, I'm getting worried because he looks like he's having some kind of bizarre convulsion. I shake him a little harder to wake him up and then he lifts his head, still half-asleep and shouts,


Why someone who's as scared of heights as he is should dream about skydiving is beyond me but there it is.
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I saw Prometheus. [Jun. 15th, 2012|08:02 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |chipperchipper]

So you want to be part a Weyland-Yutani scientific expedition? Well, as one of the largest, most successful corporations on the planet, Weland-Yutani can't hire just anyone. Only the brightest and the best can be picked for such important field assignments. Complete the following questionnaire to see if you have what it takes:

Cut for sarcasm and spoilers.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Feb. 25th, 2012|06:55 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |tiredtired]

According to Firefly, there's a special layer of hell reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theater. I would humbly like to suggest the following additions:

* People who come in to a restaurant for a full meal at ten p.m.
* People who complain that their cappuccino has too much foam.
* Adults who behave like bitchy tweens towards each-other.
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Fringe [Feb. 21st, 2012|06:17 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |enthralledenthralled]

I've been catching up on Fringe season 4. I wasn't that struck with this season initially, I found it all a bit meh. I wasn't connecting with the characters the way I used to, everyone seemed really miserable (think BSG season 3 vibe) and I just found myself not caring. The episodes after the mid-season break though? My reaction can be summed up as follows:

I'm veering wildly between squealing over the arc-plot and sobbing over the characters and all the feels they give me. Also, to the people whining that Peter doesn't get enough to do this season? SHUT UP, he is the lynch-pin of this season. Seriously, are we watching the same show? The whole season's been Peter-this, Peter-that, Peter Peter Peter Peter Peter.

One thing though. Needs moar Astrid. We can never have too much Astrid.
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(no subject) [Jan. 19th, 2012|02:18 am]
Little she-bear
[mood |hungryhungry]

The big news today is...

The Boy has cut his hair. The Boy HAS CUT HIS HAIR. It's like, short and shit. I don't know what to make of this. My boss came up to me when I came in and said, "Your boy looks beautiful! If I was a girl..." I don't know what to make of that either. I guess it looks nice but...god damn. The long hair is gone. I feel I should take a moment for the Lost Hair.

In fannish news (Star Wars and Star Craft to be precise)Collapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 14th, 2012|06:01 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |hungryhungry]

So for the last couple of weeks I've been over-worked and ill. The two may be related. I've been sniffling and coughing through work then crawling home and into bed. Or under duvet on sofa.

It's kinda bizarre, it's been ridiculously busy but now the January sales have wound down, it's so quiet. It's hellish when it's busy but at least the time passes quickly. I think time slowed to a glacial drip today.

I need to get back into internet land. I think this is the longest I've ever gone without being surgically attached to my laptop. It's...odd.
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(no subject) [Dec. 29th, 2011|12:16 am]
Little she-bear
[mood |draineddrained]

Since that meme informed me that I really need to start updating more, I guess I should update, huh?

So what's new with me? I've got a wee job at a restaurant to tide me over until something that actually applies my qualifications comes along. And I really do hope something comes along, my aching, 11 hours working feet are telling me I need a desk job.

Christmas was lovely. The Boy and I went to the parentals, my brother came up, 'twas nice. My haul was good; oodles of PS3 games from Martin, ridiculously cosy jammies and dressing gown from mum (which I am wearing now and never want to take off), Game of Thrones t-shirts and a copy of The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark (bit of a random choice from my Uncle but it did elicit a very loud and slightly teary "Awwwwwww!" from me, which was probably the desired result) and my brother gave me his old desktop. I've wanted a new desktop for ages now, and while his isn't bang up to date, it's still a million times better than the one I have. It'll run Star Craft II and that's all that really matters to me. He also bought me Skyrim for the PS3 but Martin got me that too. I think I'll trade it in for Space Marine.

Dammit, why do I have to work? I have games to play, don't they realise these things are important?

Speaking of "Dammit, why do I have to work?" I'm working on Hogmanay. Bumholes.

Edit: Oh yes. Christmas this year was a Dry one.
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End of year meme: Post the first line of the first post of each month [Dec. 17th, 2011|10:01 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |tiredtired]

Doing this meme made me realise that I have really sucked at updating lately. New Year resolution: Post to LJ more, even if it's random shit.

January: Happy New Year all!
February: I was going to post about drunken, happy funtimes that I had at a party on Saturday (I won't talk about the raging hangover on Sunday) but I'm not going to. Instead I'm going to rant.
March: My uncle's getting another dog, that didn't take long did it?
April: I has a lanyon in my abode as of tonight and it is wondermous.
May: My brother came up for weekend so I went back to the parentals to see him and there was much geeking out, over philosophy, religious history, Battlestar Galactica, Dr.Who and Game of Thrones.
June: I just got retweeted by Dara O'Briain. That's pretty much made my night.
August: Followers of Fred "God Hates Fags" Phelps are coming to Aberdeen to picket outside a local church that had the temerity to install a gay clergyman.
September: This has upset me quite a bit. I don't usually get that affected by stuff like this but I guess it reminds me of my family and the crap they went through because of this industry.
October: Nearly 37 hours 2692 zombie kills later I've finished Dead Island
November: I'm going to do my usual post-holiday routine of starting with a rant and promising happy updates later.
December: **Doing this meme made me realise that I have really sucked at updating lately.

*Spoilers for A Dance With Dragons. Highlight to read.
**Layers upon layers, we need to go deeper, the meme is collapsing, MEMECEPTION!
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(no subject) [Oct. 25th, 2011|01:45 am]
Little she-bear
[mood |busybusy]

Heading up North for a week, we're doing the rented caravan thing instead of the tent thing this time (I foresee rain and much freezing off of asses). We're planning on going to the Spey Bay whale and dolphin centre, do a bit of the Speyside Way, and go to the Baxter's centre. I'm not sure what I'm planning to do there but I'll probably just stand around and smell the jam being made and a whole lot of loafing about.

I might have wi-fi access when I'm there (depends how much it costs/if it costs extra), so I may be around.

Later peeps!
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Utterly random rant. [Oct. 16th, 2011|06:15 pm]
Little she-bear
[mood |irritatedPedantic]
[music |Candi Staton. DEAL WITH IT.]

I know I've ranted about Florence + The Machine before but this is really bugging me today for some reason so I really want to get this off my chest. Don't mind me.

Dodgy singing and the music press' ridiculous fawning aside, I just can't get past the lyric for "Rabbit Heart.:"

"This is a gift // It comes with a price."

No. NO. NO No, no, no, no. NO!

That line makes no sense, no sense whatsoever. No, it's not antithesis, it's not an oxymoron IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY GODDAMN SENSE ON ANY LEVEL. If something has a price, by definition, it cannot be a gift. End of. If something comes with a price then that automatically makes it a transaction, which must be bilateral at least, but gifts must be unilateral, free of obligation on the part of the receiver.

Ah, I hear you say but what about when you give someone a present but then you can take it back if the receiver behaves inappropriately, like taking back an engagement ring. NO. These are not gifts because they are given on condition of a contingent, future event happening, if said event (such as marriage) does not take place, the item can be taken back. It's not a gift.

No, don't try to tell me it's deep and symbolic, NO. It's a completely unintelligible sentence. "This gift has a price," is like saying, "This bachelor has been married for five years." Fucking analytic truths, how do they work?

And don't start with the King Midas references, that was a curse, not a gift.

God, it irritates me.
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