I'm sorry, Maine. :(

53% should not be enough to overturn legislation. It just shouldn't. Even the student union at university requires two-thirds majority and they're not issuing civil rights.

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.

http://www.comicmix.com/news/2009/07/25/exclusive-torchwood-picked-up-for-another-season-by-bbc/

What it says on the tin.

1) All Torchwood fans making vids right now? PLEASE STOP USING THE SPEECH FROM THE DEAD LINE IN YOUR AUDIO TRACK. MY GOD. IT'S GETTING REALLY OLD.

2) All Torchwood fans posting fic right now? If your summary is "what happened after CoE" or "My denial fic about CoE" or you don't even have a summary, I'm not reading it. I'm scrolling past just like I'm scrolling past the other seventeen fic with equally little information as to what they're about.


My bunny is SO SWEET though. And I was cleaning his cage this morning and he kept trying to "help", which was not particularly helpful at all.

That happened.



I hurt. I feel utterly broken into pieces. Don't know what I'm doing now. It was hard enough to write yesterday and it should have been better today but it's like... I don't know. I said I didn't want my tv to apologise for how the world was, but. That wasn't even my show.

Ugh so I caved and got a twitter which I think is mostly going to be the random shit I feel like saying when I'm supposed to be writing fic. Which I normally end up IMing to whoever's online (sorry lol).


eta:
also, I think my rabbit is LERNINATING. I was sitting on the ground having cuddles with him for about 40 minutes, 45 minutes, and then as soon as my oldest sister knocked on the door and said "dinner" he sprinted off and hid. I had to lure him out with parsley and towel-wrap him to get him in his cage.

Last night I was holding Holly in my lap and his breathing was so snuffly and laboured and I thought, okay, tomorrow I think I'll make the call. But today... at least I can't hear him breathing, and his pellet bowl was almost empty for once even though he's ignored the carrot tops that have been there for a day and a half (he is eating spinach, though) and I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I will take him in on Friday for his shot and say I'd like to give him a week or two. If he gets even worse during that time, or if there's still no improvement after, then I will have to let him go while he's at least still able to move around on his own.

He should at least live to be five months old, if nothing else.


edit: His breathing has been a little better for most of today, but I've been trying to get him to eat something other than hay and a few pellets without much success. He went for the spinach and nibbled on the banana but he hasn't touched the apple or carrot. Then when I turned the vacuum cleaner on he freaked out in a way he never has before - he used to be fine with the vacuum, curious if anything - so I had to switch it off in a hurry and go to get him out of his cage to hold him and calm him down. He was turning rapidly in circles digging in under the hay and toppled over a couple of times. He's also trembling, which isn't a temperature issue.

On the upside... his cage is a little cleaner and my room is a lot cleaner? I ended up using a brush and shovel to clean my room.

Have returned from the vet.

Holly's headtilt is not improving. Despite the antibiotics, antiparasitics and steroids his eye's started weeping due to the difficulty in closing it, and he's started snuffling because the weeping is trickling over his nose and making it harder to breathe. He's still active and eating, but he's getting underweight and beginning to turn in circles more.

Dr Heather is recommending he be put to sleep and sent me home to think about it over the next couple of days. I don't know what to do. I haven't stopped crying for the last hour. I just want to give him a cuddle and make it all better and I can't even though I've done everything right, above and beyond the necessary. RIght now I'm just watching him grooming and wishing I could get inside his head and know how he feels. I don't know if he's happy or not. He chases me round and cuddles me but is it really enough to keep him alive? I don't want to let go, but if he's suffering I can't put my own selfishness ahead of his wellbeing.

I almost wish he would die quietly in his sleep so I don't have to decide but he isn't unwell enough for that. I have to make the choice for him and I don't know how.

Image:

Ianto, down on one knee, with a machine gun braced on his shoulder, in shirt-sleeves, open neck, blood down the front, wailing on a bunch of water hags.

WANT.

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've found the line of how much lorazepam my doctor will prescribe me in a quarter, which is 15 1mg tablets. Which means no more than one a week.

ALSO THE DOCTOR WEIGHED ME AND I PUT ON WEIGHT. :D


On a different note the fuckheads who lit fires I hope your houses burned down which they probably did because two towns have been obliterated. If you want to kill a shitton of people do it the old-fashioned way with a gun in a crowded mall, except don't coz it's shitty, but omgggggg. The environmental damage makes me cry. D: People with cars couldn't even get out in time, let alone wild animals, and plants can't move at all. DISAPPROVAL MONKEY DISAPPROVES.

Apparently fish is going to be harder to get - they're changing the laws for big fishing ships. I can't remember which is which but for trawling and setting nets they have to be either 2 or 4km away from shore, which is quite a long way.

In dairy price news, last week Tip Top 2Litre ice cream was $4.99. Now it's $5.99. FFS dairy industry!

I'm starting to get over the sick, sort of. I can walk around and swallow solid food. Which means... there's a fucking huge pile of dishes waiting for me to clean because my dad doesn't clean. At all. No laundry, no dishes, nothing. My brother and mother are both sick as well though my brother not quite so bad, he's been suffering through it and doing all his usual stuff anyway though he had an exam yesterday that apparently didn't go very well coz he didn't even get it finished. Sadface.

BL - I get this feeling like there's some basic fact or concept about life that Pepper just isn't quite in line with. He's also been a little disturbing the last couple of days, what with the kidnapping and assaulting and then today sketching a serial killer profile for Severus off a crime he committed while trying to convince him it was a DE. But I like that he's human at the same time as being outrageously creepy.

I also like the Sev is frantically worried about Astra and Astra is totally falling for him. Oh, the future dramas, they will be strong.


ETA:
I have figured it out. It's a parental/authority figure, he grew up completely without one. That's even why he imprinted so strongly on Mill and why he always goes for strong women (Jo, Meaghan, obvs Mill, etc). And yes, that does make Pepper/Millicent (Pepnold? lol) even more twisted. Fantastic. I love it when it's twisted.

( Which means an eighth paragraph in his general personality section: )


Incidentally the bit that got me really trying to figure out what it was that was missing was the privated part in this post. I love everything I've written in the last, say, three days. Fucking ace. Sometime when I have all this sorted in my head I'll probably do the whole character essay for him, just so it's straight out on paper and not a mess.

Don't use open fires, they say. Use less power, they say. We don't have a gas heater, we don't have a heat pump.

Last year(?) there was a power cut and in rural Canterbury it lasted about two entire weeks. People died from the cold, IIRC. And this, I can't even say it's a cold winter because it's not winter yet. It's the middle of autumn. We had snow. When I got up this morning it was one degree celsius. I'm barely ever taking off my fingerless gloves. And I've already got pretty bad chilblains on my toes that have been driving me crazy all night.

Something has to give. Food prices are soaring, and power is expensive, and people cannot afford the basic necessities of life. It's completely outrageous, shameful. Honestly I do notice it more because we used to be upper middle class, and then dad got laid off, and now winter's coming.

I want to make a decision to say, fuck this, and start using my heater, trying to actually make my room a livable temperature. But I just know that I'll feel guilty about it, and stop.

I'm going to be complaining about the cold until October, probably. Time to get used to it.

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.

What the fucking fucker fuck? It is May 3, very firmly still the middle of AUTUMN. And it SNOWED.

I didn't get into this in OTC because while drama is amusing, I only wanted little wee tiny drama that's easy to get over rather than raving bitch fights and post deletion and banning.

I don't hold the opinion that you should only have sex with someone who'll make a good spouse and parent - not when we have seven million different kinds of birth control and yes, they can fail, but then you also have the morning after pill and, if the worst comes to the worst, abortions. That is an outdated view. Sex is fun. If it wasn't fun then yeah, sure, just for procreation, but it is. Well, to most people, I don't much enjoy it myself, but the popular view, etc.

However. I don't think single teenage mothers, or single mothers in general, are necessarily brave. Yeah, sure, they didn't choose to have an abortion, but sometimes an abortion is actually not the easiest route. Depending on your family, background, social pressures, beliefs, having the baby may well be the course of least resistence. A woman wants an abortion like a fox in a trap wants to chew its leg off, people. Abortions are not fun.

In fact, I will go so far as to say that in a lot of cases having a baby is selfish. Yes, I said it. Babies are not always precious little miracles that the world is blessed to have. Everyone is free to make their own choices of course, but my choice, in my situation is to never reproduce, because I would risk passing on a fuck of a lot of bad genes. I would be even firmer on this if I had a debilitating genetic disease.

It is not brave to have a baby. It is a fact of nature. You get pregnant and if you do nothing, it will result in a baby. (Unless it results in complications that kill the fetus and/or you.) Sometimes having and keeping the baby is a hard choice that you will face negative consequences for, yes, while at other times it's the simple path, the one that's easiest to deal with because having an abortion or putting a child into the fucked up, useless mess that is the adoption system in many countries are difficult moral choices that some people can't deal with for whatever reason.


Okay, flame away. :D

I have a job interview in, like, thirteen hours. I have to have a shower, because if I have one in the morning my hair will probably still be damp when I get there, and I very clearly remember that lady in charge of the IN2WRK course last year saying never turn up to an interview with wet hair. I'm trying to remember what else she said.

I want to work. If I do not work, I will go crazy. I will sit in the corner of my room gibbering madly and rewatching all my dvds over and over until I can recite every single one of them word for word.

On the other hand, I'm slightly terrified of actually being given any kind of responsibility that I'm actually getting paid for after all this time.

By the way, I'm fairly certain that Oscar Wilde was completely mad for young, extremely attractive, faintly feminine, pouty, petulant, egocentric, spoiled, fanciful prettyboys. I can say this because there is one in everything he ever wrote and they are always the object of much passion from an older male character. I got the idea that Zacharias would like Oscar Wilde's work on a whim, but I'm really starting to see merit in it, considering that he is a young, extremely attractive, faintly feminine, pouty, petulant, egocentric, spoiled, fanciful prettyboy.

I should take my medicine before I forget. Somebody please kill me. I am going to shower now.