So I'm poking around Teh NZ Intarwebs looking at rabbit hutches and prices trying to see if I can find really nice roomy outdoor accommodations that I can afford and there's this one site that is like a directory of website businesses. Apparently if you search for 'rabbit and/or hutches', you get an AWFUL LOT of, erm, "adult self-entertainment" results. Rabbit vibrators, obviously. Somehow I feel that this is not what I'm looking for.

I have a lot of thoughts about fandom as separate from mainstream society.

( This got long and rambling. )

If your characters had to teach a class at Hogwarts, which class would they choose?

Astra would pick Charms, or in BW-era the household magic course. Benjy, obviously, Arithmancy (or Healing, if in an era or fanon where that's an option). Pepper I think would take great delight in teaching History of Magic Reenacted by Dinosaurs. You know, for the boring bits.



AND I SHALL CALL IT.... THIS LAND!

Good lord that meta got out of hand. Thinking way too much when I should be working on my prompt for the 10th.

I love being a bitch to people on Yahoo Answers. It's their fault for asking stupid as fuck questions.

I have read two more Torchwood books and I like these ones that are set in mid season two because they actually have Ianto in them. I was expecting to like Trace Memory more than Pack Animals, but Pack Animals was so much fucking cooler. That shit was awesome. (Though Ianto's "I am bored, barefoot, eating pizza and having a James Bondathon" moments in TM were pretty neat. And him and Jack "having the place to themselves", but only as long as it didn't interrupt his James Bondathon. I'm imagining Jack doing distracting things to him while he watches Goldfinger, now...)


( and a fucking meme )

Today I
-put the washing out
-slept (with the aid of drugs, admittedly...)
-encouraged bunny to use his digging box by blatantly bribing him with carrot
-got the harness on bunny with a minimum of fuss
-rewarded this by taking bunny outside for the first time! he wasn't too sure about this but quickly realised that the entire ground was covered in things that were good to eat. Then he fell over. I think he was trying to binky.
-finished one of the three Pepper/Aloysius smutfics I was trying to write. One. *sigh*

Florence is maudlin coz it was her birthday and the world sucks. Dung's pretty Dung-ish. Astra's crying a lot because Marius has been missing for two and a half days and someone owled her his broken wand. Pepper hates everything and is pretending to be cheerful. Oh, RP, how can I ever quit you?

Okay, so now that I have over 80 icon sets and feel like a real icon maker, I have separated my CDJ from my icon journal.

So now:

keieeeye - real life, general
keisarmy - pbs, icons
pocketotter - cdj, fanfic

which... sounds a bit excessive but oh well. I will warn you that if you add pocketotter you um may get a spam of 45~ entries on your f-list. So you might want to read your f-list right up to date, then add it, then keep reading from after that.

Accordingly, the Marius/Astra wedding planning infos is now here.

Plans for tomorrow: tag the older half of my icon sets with the PB name, do up the fanfic mega index on ~pocketotter and/or decide if I'm going to use any other tags for subcategories of "fanfic". Upload a fuckload more icons that I found while fetching all the otters because there are a ton on my hard drive that are super and not on here. Think about writing something un-depressing for lifeanddeath because breaking the streak of new-ghost-pepper with aubrey's death isn't really a change in mood.

I... have not been keeping up with my wordcount. At present I'm at 21k and I suspect this is going to morph from a nano to... an ongoing project mishmashed of third person scenes and autobiographical ramblings that doesn't really have much of a point.

Considering I already have the death scene(s) up (which are a bit squicky btw), which I was going to stick near the end of the nano.

Sometimes posts explode unexpectedly. Other times you just know when you write something that it's going to end up huge. Like, when Pepper invites all the teenagers to ask questions about sex, and ends up with over 300 comments, not counting the original, already lengthy, conversation with Sirius on James' journal.

I re-added Aubrey to his friends list and set up a filter that's just Aubrey. This way Esh and I can do a casual PSL, because she was going crazy wanting to comment to that post but Esh + plot-based game = not really a good idea. Cue Aubrey asking about Pepper's sexlife and Pepper headdesking and the line, "For all I know "good" for you is ripping out your partners spine at the point of orgasm."

Also finished a second set of 7 Spells prompts which I'm quite frankly sort of amazed by even if I'm not entirely pleased with it because the commenting on that post was very distracting and went on all afternoon.

My fabric is on backorder and while I wait for it I'm starting one of my African women designs. They have no backstitch! It's all cross-stitch and half-stitch, which I am pleased by. It's not that I don't like backstitch, it's just a pain getting everything done and then realising you still have to do it - it's also a pain tucking the ends of the thread so they don't unstitch themselves, especially when you're starting a new one.

400 COMMENTS AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO CONTACT A MOD???

Do you know how time consuming it IS to freeze THAT MANY threads??? ARRRRGH. Now I'm going to see if I can find a way to make the link to contact the mods as FREAKING OBVIOUS AS POSSIBLE.

*bites things annoyedly*
*chews ardath gently*

ETA:
the_willow has a write up of it that one of my RP friends linked to when we were discussing it in chat - I'd come back fuming after freezing all the threads and we've been talking about it since. Unfortunately she seems to have banned the entirety of the a_p membership from commenting and deleted my comments when I used a different journal. This is the main comment I left:

(Not sure why I've been banned from commenting here, considering I've never met you before, but oh well.)

As the (interested in converting to Judaism) maintainer of asylum_promo, I just want to say that I'm very disappointed how things went down. That ad is actually one of the ones I recognise as part of the group that actually knows the rules and follows them, and has been posted many times in the past. The first couple of times I put comment tracking on so I'd know if there was wank. Since there was none, I didn't keep up with that.

The first I heard about this was one of my fellow mods coming online and alerting me. At that point there were 390 comments. Not a single person thought to contact the moderators or maintainer of a moderated asylum to deal with a problem with a post? I've just finished freezing every single thread on the post, since they've agreed to change their name and as far as I and my fellow mod are concerned that ought to be the end of it.

-keieeeye


Yes, I am still hung up on no one telling us.

Aubrey trots over as Jo leaves, grabbing Pepper by the arm as they head out to the foyer and he rolls his eyes tolerantly, passing over the fag.

"What's for dinner?" he asks, and takes a drag. "Can we get Indian? I'm dying for a curry."

"If you spill it I'm taking it off you." Really, Pepper suspects, that's probably not in line with Jo's instruction, but he's only had his place a few weeks and hell if he's going to let curry stains mess it up.

He thinks his partner might be psychic, because he hits him in exactly the same place Jo did. "If you starve me I won't have any energy left for sex."

"I'll take the risk. I can always trade you in for a cleaner model."

"Asshole."

"Un-housebroken mongrel puppy dog."

"It works better if it's short."

Pepper laughs, taking the cigarette back and sucking down the last of it before stubbing it out on the wall, grabbing some floo powder from the bowl and announcing his address. "Don't fall out the wrong grate."

*

I'm starting to feel a bit better. I rewatched Serenity today for like the twelfth time and just veged out, and my daddy bought me microwave popcorms yesterday so I popped some to eat while I was watching, and now I'm attempting to write and watching some random action movie with Sylvester Stallone in it. Also, Bones is starting a new season I think on Monday and the episodes I've caught of that show before were sort of amusing, so I think I should start watching it. This would make a total of two nights a week that have decent television on.

I'll probably be able to afford a new computer in a few weeks. ^_^

Earth Hour was tonight. We... did not participate. It was quite eerie looking out the window, though, and seeing utter blackness in large areas instead of the speckled lights on the hills and the squares from the closer neighbour's windows. I wanted to look at us on Google Earth, but it's not real time, so. :( Apparently the council offices turned off the lights. Mum wanted to know why the lights would be on at 8pm on a Saturday anyway. And the Lotto, which starts at 8pm, was talking about it, but I suspect they didn't want people to go "Oh, that!" and turn the tv off. Our Lotto broadcasts are fucking annoying, they don't just give you the numbers, they go on for about five minutes - in the old days that involved a lot more fluffing around and pointless crap, but they've added in bonus balls and Strike 4 and a roulette wheel and all sorts of crazy shit now.

Stuff is exploding on tv. :D

It's official. I'm desperately, hopelessly in love with Pepper and Aubrey, and I am not the only one.

The original post is here though there's follow up here in Pepper's journal and a bit of sulking in an (f-locked) post of Aubrey's. The absolute best bit of all, though, is this thread.

( To sum up: )

I have a fic to write at some point. Also the other half of a shortfic in which East visits his daddy's house for the first time after getting his piercings.

Good lord last night was.... yes, well. Basically there was a spazz attack between two mods and one of them deleted the game so we were all like "....let's make new communities, ok" so another mod did that and that's where we all are now, except then the first mod un-deleted the original game and WHAT THE HELL idk. Anyway, everyone's a bit on edge and trying to pick up the pieces and I am bleeding from the uterus.

In amusementish though, Dorian was pissed East didn't visit in the hospital wing so East made him a cake and the ensuing constantly-escalating stream of notes was making us giggle madly for quite some time. I'm pretty sure it'll continue when Esh comes on again today. I also found this website of useless and bizarre stuff I think mostly found via old newspapers etc.

I am out of conditioner and I want midori, but the place where I can buy midori is the opposite direction of the supermarket and too far away. Maybe I will see if there is any nice wine. I want wine and chocolate and fruity conditioner and I have to remember to keep an eye on the weather and bring the washing in if it starts raining or something.

- Michelle Trachtenburg is stalking me. (Unfortunately not in RL.)

- I have found my incest crack OTP. OT3, I should say.

- *flails* I apparently cannot watch The Frighteners because adult control settings have been enabled on my PS2 and I don't know the four digit code to override them. It's an M rating. I watch R18 movies on this thing all the time. WHAT THE FUCK. I'd be tempted to get out my actual DVD player and set it up to watch on there, but Early Edition's on in an hour anyway.

- I now have a playlist in my iTunes full of songs from Scrubs. Either general songs that have played during the show, songs from My Musical, or songs covered by The Blanks (Ted's band). It's glorious.

- Cast Again continues to make me lol madly.

Ex-sangs, I found it. :D This post makes me feel all sorts of things that I can't put into words. Playing Zacharias, and all the research I did, the length of time I spent putting myself into his shoes and thinking about his beliefs, are the main reason I'm now interested in Judaism.


( my favourite RP post, under the cut )

The Apocalypse is nigh. The weather fortends doom. DOOM. It is twenty degrees, and it is hailing.

Not unusual? It is twenty degrees CELSIUS, and it is hailing.

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