Right,
so it's an end of the year around again. I am thinking - or at least trying to think it an ordinary day, what with the sun rising and setting just like any other day, but it' s a mite bit hard - c'mon, year 2013? It happens only once every hundred years - and I mean the last two cyphers: 0013, 0113, 1213 and so on. Excuse the numbers, they are random, so there is no panic needed just why did I chose'em.
I should have been doing an inventory just what went right and wrong in this year, and if I did do my last year's resolutions and make a new ones. On the subject of resolutions - some I did manage to do, most of 'em didn't - but I did learn some good things through the year. So, to summarize 'em here:
1) Technology Can Be Evil - Proved by malfunctioning laptop, babylon toolbars, SweetIM and Wake-up clocks. Former three, I could deal with. Last one, is a necessary evil I learned to abhor, use and watch out for.
2) Heatwave Means Waterworks On The Field. Not literary, but driving at least 21 gallons of water to the field, returning back to the stream, filling the 'barrow again and repeat the process numerous times, does. I've never hated the beanstalks as much as I did right then. Well, except when I had to lug stakes for'em down on the field, but that's another story.
3)The Importance of Being Earnest - no, that didn't sound right. Correct one, The Importance of Weeding In Time. Weed 'em out right. Weed 'em out often. And weed'em out again. If you think you weed'em out once and you are done with it, you are sorely mistaken, boyo. Back to the green hell - ahem, weeding patch.
4) Heave Ho! You don't need the discus to play an Olympian - a thick slabs of firewood needed to be chucked off the cart are just as good. However, there are two tips. Wear working gloves, and Watch Where You Aim!
5) OO-Rah! Tilling the roof can be faster if you have more hands at... well, hand, but there still can be bottlenecks if you are too fast with getting the tiles up. And really, next time, do please wear a helmet. Even if you are lucky enough not to be hit with... well, anything. Safety first.
6) Even An Ignorant Person Can Find An Edible Mushroom. Without stopping on it first. Although, that could also be filed under a Beginner's Luck... or Advanced's Bribe. Still don't know which one it was, but personally I think it was the latter.
7) Playing A Mole Is Just As Well - When there is something to be dug in, dug out or just plainly needed to be digged through, you are the the unfortunate on-duty person that is saddled with doing it, no matter the availability of other persons present.
8) Duplicate, Triplicate And Pray. When writing thesis, you better do your work once and multiply it as if it's of a life or death importance - which it is, because if an important document you just finished doing kicks the bucket, you can just about die because of exhaustion, apoplexy or mortification because you didn't save a copy.
9) It's Elementary, Watson. Meaning, Logistics, Gravitation and Topography can literally do a difference between setting a ladder this or that way - and saving you a sprained back or arm. Sadly, it won't save you from apples falling on your skull, no matter how you wish they could. (Ouch!) So.... Next time, helmet up!
10) Google Plays Devil's Advocate. Seriously. There were the days, when I acutely and intimately got to know just what Too Much Info meant.
11) Your Room Is Not A Sauna - Really. Even if you can miraculously lift the temperature up to 86 Fahrenheit without having to lit the fire or... anything, really, don't. Just, don't. And do remember to air it sometime, some cold won't kill you.
12) Who Needs Plaza If You Have A Roof? It's tilted, it's warm it's near and the only thing you have to do is to take care you don't fall off of it when you snooze on it. Yes, I have kitten tendencies. /Shameless admittance/
13) Microwave Is A Tough Business. Also managed to learn how the darned thing works. Just, for all that's holy, never put the cosmetic wax it. The results, while pretty from artistic view, are a murder to clean. And also, somehow managed to destroy the wax, while I was at it. Whoops? Well, I never claimed to be good at practical aspect of Chemistry, if it didn't involve cooking, anyway....
So, thirteen golden nuggets of conventional wisdom, unearthed from my memories.
As for next year, I hope it will be full of humor, health, and success, be that on personal or public side. And also, more plotdragons being finished and updated!
Happy (soon to be) New Year 2013 to y'all,
Eirenei
Monday, December 31, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Post Christmas daze and a new crossover
As you see, we survived the Apocalypse.
Moreover, I survied the Christmas - even if we had a lot of work to do, while the two berks holed themselves to their respective places. At the rate they are going, I am seriously thinking demerits of marriage, because both of them were jack shit useful with preparations, be that with baking sweets, decorating the fir tree or tidying up the home.
We didn't go to the midnight mass, as mum got the crams in her back, so I was doomed to go to the first morning mass. I could've strangled her, becasue I've told her not to bend down and do unnecessary things - that meant sorting the glasses - but did she listen to me? Nooo, she knows better.
Bitchin'.
Gotta get my wake up hour on earlier time, because if i continue my little trend I will be bitched at more than i already am. Seriously, wake up once at 9 AM, and you are ribbed for it. No fair.
On the bright side, finished with my beta's challenge about making HP/Firefly crossover - had been a bitch to write, took one and half a day, but it's done. Meanwhile I almost lost the contents of the story, thanks to the sudden laptop blackout, lost some of the story because Auto-save didn't manage to save everything and Mal was just a particularly hard bastard to write, because they we don't have aired episodes of Firefly. Shitty luck on my side, but I did it and now my beta has to chow across some of the examples of Advanced Math from my college. So ha, revenge is sweet!
Also Fire And Ice had been updated yesterday - I was lucky that MHB managed to get it done, considering she had trouble with routers.
Tomorrow, continuing with Anatomy. Ain't I lucky? /sarcastic/
Eirenei
Moreover, I survied the Christmas - even if we had a lot of work to do, while the two berks holed themselves to their respective places. At the rate they are going, I am seriously thinking demerits of marriage, because both of them were jack shit useful with preparations, be that with baking sweets, decorating the fir tree or tidying up the home.
We didn't go to the midnight mass, as mum got the crams in her back, so I was doomed to go to the first morning mass. I could've strangled her, becasue I've told her not to bend down and do unnecessary things - that meant sorting the glasses - but did she listen to me? Nooo, she knows better.
Bitchin'.
Gotta get my wake up hour on earlier time, because if i continue my little trend I will be bitched at more than i already am. Seriously, wake up once at 9 AM, and you are ribbed for it. No fair.
On the bright side, finished with my beta's challenge about making HP/Firefly crossover - had been a bitch to write, took one and half a day, but it's done. Meanwhile I almost lost the contents of the story, thanks to the sudden laptop blackout, lost some of the story because Auto-save didn't manage to save everything and Mal was just a particularly hard bastard to write, because they we don't have aired episodes of Firefly. Shitty luck on my side, but I did it and now my beta has to chow across some of the examples of Advanced Math from my college. So ha, revenge is sweet!
Also Fire And Ice had been updated yesterday - I was lucky that MHB managed to get it done, considering she had trouble with routers.
Tomorrow, continuing with Anatomy. Ain't I lucky? /sarcastic/
Eirenei
*Derp Derp* Sessions And End Of The World
As you probably already know, I am taking classes on classical massage. We take turns - one of the pair is a 'victim' and another is the lucky chap that gets to *derp derp* all over the partner's body. Yes, it sounds salacious, however the work can be exhausting, and if you have two left hands, it's even worse. Thankfully, I have a guinea pig at home - a very willing at that, when the backaches don't get in the way of massage - it's fucking hard to massage someone who yelps at the slightest touch of the back, or who can't stay still for any length of time because of the dancing legs syndrome.
So the massages here are heaven in comparison with primadonna I have at home. We already learned smoothing, some particular ways on how to massage the back, the front and the legs and arms - just hope I will have it in memory and hands well enough to pass the final exam.
Also, this week we had two exams, one day after another, First Aid, and then Massage - I was a little worried on the subject of those two exams, because First Aid was icky enough subject, what with the live photos, and Massage I didn't look up much, because of Anatomy, and my other projects... which reminds me, I still got to write out MHB's little request /grimaces/. I am beginning to hate Firefly with a passion.
Signing off,
Eirenei
So the massages here are heaven in comparison with primadonna I have at home. We already learned smoothing, some particular ways on how to massage the back, the front and the legs and arms - just hope I will have it in memory and hands well enough to pass the final exam.
Also, this week we had two exams, one day after another, First Aid, and then Massage - I was a little worried on the subject of those two exams, because First Aid was icky enough subject, what with the live photos, and Massage I didn't look up much, because of Anatomy, and my other projects... which reminds me, I still got to write out MHB's little request /grimaces/. I am beginning to hate Firefly with a passion.
Signing off,
Eirenei
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Deadpool Gangnam Style
Normally I am the one who goofs off if I am in the mood for it, but this one took the cake.
Almost all of the folks who are on Youtube or listen to international music know about PSY ands his hit single, Gangnam style. Well, ately there happened to sprout up random parodies, from Nay, to NASA to any other kinds of parodies out here.
if I thought than NASA style parody was good, then the Deadpool Gangnam style almost threw me out of the chair, I was laughing so much! in these times when people are tense with anticipation of Apocalypse and whatnot - it isn't nice they are prediciting it just before Christmas, but oh well, Deadpool and his antics are a welcome relief with how much he made me laugh.
Deadpool - or whoever danced as him, thank you, we owe you lots of laughs and grins :D
Eirenei
Almost all of the folks who are on Youtube or listen to international music know about PSY ands his hit single, Gangnam style. Well, ately there happened to sprout up random parodies, from Nay, to NASA to any other kinds of parodies out here.
if I thought than NASA style parody was good, then the Deadpool Gangnam style almost threw me out of the chair, I was laughing so much! in these times when people are tense with anticipation of Apocalypse and whatnot - it isn't nice they are prediciting it just before Christmas, but oh well, Deadpool and his antics are a welcome relief with how much he made me laugh.
Deadpool - or whoever danced as him, thank you, we owe you lots of laughs and grins :D
Eirenei
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Hello, First Aid..... Ick
Normally I don't consider myself as a squeamish person, but today took the cake.
As you know, I am taking lessons in Massage course - learning a classical massage is one of my latest hare-brained ideas in the last time - okay, it should have been in effect in the summer, but because there was too few of the signed up members, it was delayed to autumn - ahem, winter time.
Massage course right now consists from Communication At Work ( we did it that already), Sports Medicine (did that too, by the way, it was under the deceiving name of Procedures At Workplace or something, so it frazzled my nerves on the test, but it went surprisingly well... but that's a story for another time), and Anatomy (waiting for the exam the next week), and First Aid, just finished today, and waiting for the exam somewhere in January.
I found out that we had it easy when we got the First Aid as the preparation course for the drivers. At least there it was marginally less work - you learned the situations, how to immobilise, how to wrap the bandages correctly, how to give rescue breathing if necessary. Although one of the question on the paper exam was sick in my opinion - how to deal with the person who had just hanged themselves. Sick in a sense if your schoolmate does a suicide that way, and you had learned about it when coming from evening karate classes is just not fair.
But today, we skipped all the wrappy crap and got straight to the bleedy broked, burned, amputated and overall icky stuff. No, I am not living in a war zone. However, seeing how fragile can be human body, how easily can be harmed and on in how many ways....it made me honestly sick and hot under the collar, and not in the pleasant sense. Yes, we got the theory under our belts, do this such and such, and that so-and-so, and if you got that right and all, you may be a lucky hero someday for someone - just pray you won't need those particular skills for anything harder than shallow burns and occasional cut because your knife slipped. However, today we saw people, burned, a man who was mauled by bear, amputated legs and arms, some entirely, some partly, open breaks of arms and legs, electric burns.... i am just thankful there wasn't anything with being strangled shown, because then I would have really lost it. As it was, I had hightailed it out like a lightning , and I cowered on the toiled for some time to get my body and myself under control. It is so very easy to hurt a human body I began to wonder just how the heck we managed to get out as the top predators. on the Earth. We are woefully under prepared if you threw us somewhere naked and without anything to defend ourselves with. Our skin is soft - nothing like leathery toughness of alligator skin. We can't conceal ourselves like chameleons. We don't have fangs like lions or tigers, and instead of four feet, we have two - most of us can't outrun a dog, let alone cheetah. We don't have claws to defend ourselves, and our teeth are herbivores' teeth. We wouldn't have lasted long in long, cold winters without anything to cover us. We don't have hooves or paws - we only have feet that are not exactly devised for hanging from the trees. We don't have poison. Our eyesight, if compared with eagles and cats, is nothing to write home about.
Shortly speaking, if compared with our ancestors, we are wimps of the highest order. Yes, we tamed electricity to our needs, we drive ourselves under the seas, on the roads or in the air faster than any cheetah could run, and we invented the weapons that could kill millions and cripple billions. Our history is long, bloody and treacherous - it's spoken less of noble deeds than dastardly ones - human race is competitive, greedy, selfish and treacherous, oftentimes a cancer to itself for whatever reason it exists at the time. There was peace, and there was war. ironically, wars were the times that elevated our technologies to new heights, all in an attempt how to kill more, faster and more precise. Second World War was a lesson unto itself - and until the survivors exists, there will be a peace. But what then? Even if we have history, the next generation is not guaranteed to adhere it's lessons. We had First World War, and after it had ended in all of it's bitter, horrific glory, people thought there won't be any similar wars in the future. They were right.
The Second World War was worse. And when the Second World War had finished, the world was trembling in the anticipation of the Cold War erupting into a hot one - both USA and USSR certainly amassed more ammunition that they needed to send the world to atomic hell twice over.
Yet, the wars still continued. Vietnam War is pride and shame, Kosovo was almost shattered with he unrests and even now, Israel and Palestina are squabbling over who got rights to the place where had Solomon's temple supposedly been built. Europa is in unrest because of the monetary crisis pertaining Greece and people are in low spirits, while the European Council still deliberates on how to get the dead goose to lay golden eggs. Euro as a valute of European countries is a good idea, but when an European country suffers for having it, a man couldn't help but wonder if staying for the sake of staying is still the best solution available. It's like having a leg in a bear trap for a jig dance - helluva painful and ultimately bad for the fool's health.
Will we learn? Will we rise? Or will we fail the test?
Right, went off the course here. Just... ick. Got me some ten minutes to get my nerves back and then calmly watching the horror procession until the end. Well, at least I will be marginally better prepared if I ever see anything like that, although I pray I won't have to. Urgh. /resists urge to barf/
Eirenei
PS. on the more interesting side, Dad got a new phone. Still grumbles about how easier was his former in comparison with the new one. Well, pal, a spot of advice for your troubles here:
Deal with it.
PPS: I still played the instructor on how to navigate the menus and whatnot. /Sweatdrops/
PPPS: Deliriously happy we finished First Aid. Yay. (No more ickies!)
PPPPS: And Ick, Ick, Ick to infinity and plus. Being hero is a tough job if you have to deal with that crap in real life, and my respect for medics and paramedics just shot up to high heavens. Thank you, guys and gals. You deserve to be praised and worshipped for your work. Seriously. Thank you.
Oh, and another song here: Europa by Globus. I feel it depicts the state of out times quite accurately. Have a nice time listening to it.
.
As you know, I am taking lessons in Massage course - learning a classical massage is one of my latest hare-brained ideas in the last time - okay, it should have been in effect in the summer, but because there was too few of the signed up members, it was delayed to autumn - ahem, winter time.
Massage course right now consists from Communication At Work ( we did it that already), Sports Medicine (did that too, by the way, it was under the deceiving name of Procedures At Workplace or something, so it frazzled my nerves on the test, but it went surprisingly well... but that's a story for another time), and Anatomy (waiting for the exam the next week), and First Aid, just finished today, and waiting for the exam somewhere in January.
I found out that we had it easy when we got the First Aid as the preparation course for the drivers. At least there it was marginally less work - you learned the situations, how to immobilise, how to wrap the bandages correctly, how to give rescue breathing if necessary. Although one of the question on the paper exam was sick in my opinion - how to deal with the person who had just hanged themselves. Sick in a sense if your schoolmate does a suicide that way, and you had learned about it when coming from evening karate classes is just not fair.
But today, we skipped all the wrappy crap and got straight to the bleedy broked, burned, amputated and overall icky stuff. No, I am not living in a war zone. However, seeing how fragile can be human body, how easily can be harmed and on in how many ways....it made me honestly sick and hot under the collar, and not in the pleasant sense. Yes, we got the theory under our belts, do this such and such, and that so-and-so, and if you got that right and all, you may be a lucky hero someday for someone - just pray you won't need those particular skills for anything harder than shallow burns and occasional cut because your knife slipped. However, today we saw people, burned, a man who was mauled by bear, amputated legs and arms, some entirely, some partly, open breaks of arms and legs, electric burns.... i am just thankful there wasn't anything with being strangled shown, because then I would have really lost it. As it was, I had hightailed it out like a lightning , and I cowered on the toiled for some time to get my body and myself under control. It is so very easy to hurt a human body I began to wonder just how the heck we managed to get out as the top predators. on the Earth. We are woefully under prepared if you threw us somewhere naked and without anything to defend ourselves with. Our skin is soft - nothing like leathery toughness of alligator skin. We can't conceal ourselves like chameleons. We don't have fangs like lions or tigers, and instead of four feet, we have two - most of us can't outrun a dog, let alone cheetah. We don't have claws to defend ourselves, and our teeth are herbivores' teeth. We wouldn't have lasted long in long, cold winters without anything to cover us. We don't have hooves or paws - we only have feet that are not exactly devised for hanging from the trees. We don't have poison. Our eyesight, if compared with eagles and cats, is nothing to write home about.
Shortly speaking, if compared with our ancestors, we are wimps of the highest order. Yes, we tamed electricity to our needs, we drive ourselves under the seas, on the roads or in the air faster than any cheetah could run, and we invented the weapons that could kill millions and cripple billions. Our history is long, bloody and treacherous - it's spoken less of noble deeds than dastardly ones - human race is competitive, greedy, selfish and treacherous, oftentimes a cancer to itself for whatever reason it exists at the time. There was peace, and there was war. ironically, wars were the times that elevated our technologies to new heights, all in an attempt how to kill more, faster and more precise. Second World War was a lesson unto itself - and until the survivors exists, there will be a peace. But what then? Even if we have history, the next generation is not guaranteed to adhere it's lessons. We had First World War, and after it had ended in all of it's bitter, horrific glory, people thought there won't be any similar wars in the future. They were right.
The Second World War was worse. And when the Second World War had finished, the world was trembling in the anticipation of the Cold War erupting into a hot one - both USA and USSR certainly amassed more ammunition that they needed to send the world to atomic hell twice over.
Yet, the wars still continued. Vietnam War is pride and shame, Kosovo was almost shattered with he unrests and even now, Israel and Palestina are squabbling over who got rights to the place where had Solomon's temple supposedly been built. Europa is in unrest because of the monetary crisis pertaining Greece and people are in low spirits, while the European Council still deliberates on how to get the dead goose to lay golden eggs. Euro as a valute of European countries is a good idea, but when an European country suffers for having it, a man couldn't help but wonder if staying for the sake of staying is still the best solution available. It's like having a leg in a bear trap for a jig dance - helluva painful and ultimately bad for the fool's health.
Will we learn? Will we rise? Or will we fail the test?
Right, went off the course here. Just... ick. Got me some ten minutes to get my nerves back and then calmly watching the horror procession until the end. Well, at least I will be marginally better prepared if I ever see anything like that, although I pray I won't have to. Urgh. /resists urge to barf/
Eirenei
PS. on the more interesting side, Dad got a new phone. Still grumbles about how easier was his former in comparison with the new one. Well, pal, a spot of advice for your troubles here:
Deal with it.
PPS: I still played the instructor on how to navigate the menus and whatnot. /Sweatdrops/
PPPS: Deliriously happy we finished First Aid. Yay. (No more ickies!)
PPPPS: And Ick, Ick, Ick to infinity and plus. Being hero is a tough job if you have to deal with that crap in real life, and my respect for medics and paramedics just shot up to high heavens. Thank you, guys and gals. You deserve to be praised and worshipped for your work. Seriously. Thank you.
Oh, and another song here: Europa by Globus. I feel it depicts the state of out times quite accurately. Have a nice time listening to it.
.
Friday, December 14, 2012
*Derp Derp* Sessions And A Kerfuffle
Hello, Zombie Ultra-Snail News now forecasting - ahem, broadcasting the latest news from the world of the Apocalypse. *clatter in the background indicating some canals being switched to normal frequency*
/Ahem/. Sorry you had to bear this, my brain was in a derp mode. What is a derp mode, you ask? Simlply the mode your brain is working when you are sleeping the sweetest and then some bastards just have to switch the torture contraption, called light on, thus making your life miserable as you are still derping some sweet dreams.
As for me, I admit I was prety much in *derp* mode - dark, fuzzy and warm, whem I was woken up rudely via the described procedure by my dear mum. Not so dear in the morning, apparently, but because I got my insomnia, and penchant for playing with stories until the wee morning lights - meaning until three at morning and then attempting to fuction as bright-eyed, bushy-tailed somebody who loves mornings and is hyped up on caffeine. Just shame I don't drink coffee, but maybe it's better for the world's existence I don't. I am crazy enough as it is, and adding in coffee addiction wouldn't be a brightest idea, because either I would have been crabby as hell or high as a kite, and both of the states are.... unadvisable. /cringes/. Just don't ask, okay?
Okay, So I got to trudge through the city, still pretty zombified from my insomnia marathon, which, by the way, my dear parents have no clue about - do you know whow tempting is, when mum or dad groan about not sleeping all night and then having to get up at unholy hours at morning, to happily chime in and announce you have the same problem? However, self-preservation insticts are still very much alive (tribute to Cruxshadows' Coming Home here,) so I am keeping quiet on that issue. What they don't know won't make them pissed off, and I will have my peace.
As for my zombified state? Why, Anatomy, of coruse. And the dreaded date is coming near, so I am stuffin' my brains with bones, muscles and whatnot to survive the onslaught of questions. Sadly, last time I did it barely, courtesy of my hobbies, and now I am attempting to be good - which is an oxymoron in it's own weird sense, but let's leave that for now. Long story short, my Sunday was chewing on the Anatomy, and having my own brand of fun till wee hours, and then, hello, zombie state. At least *derp* moments were sweet, which is a plus, although it's remarkably weird when I get back online, so to say. Love the *derp* state, hate to leave it, much to annoyance of my near and dear, but they still haven't learned I don't compute by their expectations, even though I am attempting (not very hard, but every bit of try counts, right?)
So. I got into library, got my haul and get the Anatomy Atlas - oh, joy - and then got to my usual shenanigans while waiting for bus. Still have no clue about what to buy my family for Christmas - was pissed becasue both brother and father were iffy on the gifts, and really contemplating to get some coal for both of them to share.
My brains got into some semblance of normalcy, and I began to winder about the books. Lately I am reding mostly historical romances and fanfiction along Anatomy, and I noticed that I am beginning to get unsatisfied with the romance novels. It's somewhat shame shit, different book, most noticeably when I read the same author's works, although I wonder if I am not guilty of the same sin, too. My latest works chewed through were the trilogy written by Kresley Cole about brothers McCormick and their feisty women, which is very similar to the stories from Stephanie Laurens about her Cynster dynasty - Linda Howard with her stories about Mackenzies' is good author, and Sandra Brown is exceptional because she can write about the people in different environments, but all that regency romances are making me sick, becasue if you read all of them long enough, they became, for the lack of better word, dull. It' s like eating a rich cakes of different flavors - sooner or later you will stop eating'em because all of them have the same overly sweet taste, no matter the ingredients. Yes, I know, there are different kinds cakes, but I used only sweet cakes as a comparison. I thought about writing something along those lines - the latest craze is E.L James' book named Fifty Shades Of Grey, and because I am curious kitten, I took upon myself to poke around the book of simiar genre from Sylvia Day and her trilogy Crossfire. It was only the first part of it, Bared to You, but... Uhm. Have we read about that author before? I dimly remebered her writing style, as I've read something of hers before - and bingo, it was Snaring The Huntress.
Snaring The Huntress was interesting read, becasue it had an interesting premise and aliens and of course, hot sex scenes, but otherwise...well, okay, it was good, but Bared To You was a step down in my opinion. The story has it's moments - both of the heroes are human, but the environment and it's description lack. Maybe I am just spoiled, becasue most of my years, I've read the books from Victoria Holt and Heinz G. Konsalik, along with Marija Jurić-Zagorka, and if I wanted something more adventurous, I went to Karl May and Alistair MacLean among the other authors. The mentioned authors ensnared me with their writing styles - they portrayed not only their heroes, but also the environment in which the said heroes interacted. Bared To You has only minimal descriptions of where the hero or heroine are, making it seem like badly-scripted play without appropriate background scenes to support the story. I know, it's hard to write in first person, because then all around you, where you are, is taken for granted, but it can also give the reader better picture of the place can make him more immersed in the story.
And frankly, I was surprised Bared To You was even published in such a... bare context. Minimalism is good, but I couldn't get into the story much - my passing impression at the end of the book was. "Oh, so they had some troubles. They fucked like rabbits. Let's see if I have any new emails. " Writing can be a tedious process, I know that, because I am writing some seven years now - mostly fanfiction, although I also tried (and failed) in some original genres in my earlier attempts. Maybe I am just a desensitized berk, as reading Marquis De Sade's works can have that kind of effect on you - he is raw, vulgar and immoral to the extreme, so next to him, all the erotic books I've read until now seem paltry in comparison. Except from the erotic autobiographies, but these are whole another story.
So why the hell is so hard to write good original erotic story? There are so many cliche pitfalls it seems more as a ravine sown with bear snares than a field of exotic flowers. if you don't make one mistake, then you do another. You are to vanilla. You apparently traumatized some innocent reader with the brutality of your descriptions. You know jack shit about BDSM scene. Did you even experience anal to wax poetic about it? Gah. /cringes/. At this rate it's easier to write a book on computer programming than smut novel!
Yes, I am whining. Since I discovered the fiction, I read the good, the bad and the horrifically ugly in that genre, and really, some fanfiction authors can overtake the original fiction authors by the miles. Case in point: The Red Dragons Order. The author's crossovers with Harry Potter made me interested in writing that kind of stories and the one which firmy hooked me on the dark side of the writing crossovers was indubitably Over The Hills And Far Away. Another prolific author that had influence on my writings was Pain au Chocolat, making me practically fall in love with Yours, In Murder, and let's not forget Rorschach's Blot and amazing story named Make A Wish. As for racy stories, there are many, but right now I can't be arsed to list them down, as I would have to hunt'em all over the net, and I am just cranky enough not to do that.
As for my writing? I am firmly on homoerotic side - tried hetero, was boring and switched over. Not that I won't write any hetero stories, in the future, but apparently right now, my plotdragons are interested in same-sex lovin'. Which is hilarious as when I first came in contact with homoerotic literature, I blushed like a ripe cherry and I firmly denied that such an heinous kind of writing could even exist. Just shows how far I've gotten, eh? /naughty smirk/
Oh, and another thing. Had a kerfuffle with the depillating wax. Apparently I got it into the microwave oven and then got the temparature or time wrong - the result was melted pot and sticky interior of microwave. Just hoping my brother won't kill me for desecrating his beloved instrument of fast food prepatation with the wax. At least I can guarantee there won't be any bacterias or anything after stripping the wax off. Gotta see the plus side, huh?
On that note, if you really have to heat the wax for depillation, get it into a pot that doesn't melt. And heat it for some thirty seconds max. .../Sweatdrops/ Lesson learned.
Off to derping my brain again,
Eirenei
/Ahem/. Sorry you had to bear this, my brain was in a derp mode. What is a derp mode, you ask? Simlply the mode your brain is working when you are sleeping the sweetest and then some bastards just have to switch the torture contraption, called light on, thus making your life miserable as you are still derping some sweet dreams.
As for me, I admit I was prety much in *derp* mode - dark, fuzzy and warm, whem I was woken up rudely via the described procedure by my dear mum. Not so dear in the morning, apparently, but because I got my insomnia, and penchant for playing with stories until the wee morning lights - meaning until three at morning and then attempting to fuction as bright-eyed, bushy-tailed somebody who loves mornings and is hyped up on caffeine. Just shame I don't drink coffee, but maybe it's better for the world's existence I don't. I am crazy enough as it is, and adding in coffee addiction wouldn't be a brightest idea, because either I would have been crabby as hell or high as a kite, and both of the states are.... unadvisable. /cringes/. Just don't ask, okay?
Okay, So I got to trudge through the city, still pretty zombified from my insomnia marathon, which, by the way, my dear parents have no clue about - do you know whow tempting is, when mum or dad groan about not sleeping all night and then having to get up at unholy hours at morning, to happily chime in and announce you have the same problem? However, self-preservation insticts are still very much alive (tribute to Cruxshadows' Coming Home here,) so I am keeping quiet on that issue. What they don't know won't make them pissed off, and I will have my peace.
As for my zombified state? Why, Anatomy, of coruse. And the dreaded date is coming near, so I am stuffin' my brains with bones, muscles and whatnot to survive the onslaught of questions. Sadly, last time I did it barely, courtesy of my hobbies, and now I am attempting to be good - which is an oxymoron in it's own weird sense, but let's leave that for now. Long story short, my Sunday was chewing on the Anatomy, and having my own brand of fun till wee hours, and then, hello, zombie state. At least *derp* moments were sweet, which is a plus, although it's remarkably weird when I get back online, so to say. Love the *derp* state, hate to leave it, much to annoyance of my near and dear, but they still haven't learned I don't compute by their expectations, even though I am attempting (not very hard, but every bit of try counts, right?)
So. I got into library, got my haul and get the Anatomy Atlas - oh, joy - and then got to my usual shenanigans while waiting for bus. Still have no clue about what to buy my family for Christmas - was pissed becasue both brother and father were iffy on the gifts, and really contemplating to get some coal for both of them to share.
My brains got into some semblance of normalcy, and I began to winder about the books. Lately I am reding mostly historical romances and fanfiction along Anatomy, and I noticed that I am beginning to get unsatisfied with the romance novels. It's somewhat shame shit, different book, most noticeably when I read the same author's works, although I wonder if I am not guilty of the same sin, too. My latest works chewed through were the trilogy written by Kresley Cole about brothers McCormick and their feisty women, which is very similar to the stories from Stephanie Laurens about her Cynster dynasty - Linda Howard with her stories about Mackenzies' is good author, and Sandra Brown is exceptional because she can write about the people in different environments, but all that regency romances are making me sick, becasue if you read all of them long enough, they became, for the lack of better word, dull. It' s like eating a rich cakes of different flavors - sooner or later you will stop eating'em because all of them have the same overly sweet taste, no matter the ingredients. Yes, I know, there are different kinds cakes, but I used only sweet cakes as a comparison. I thought about writing something along those lines - the latest craze is E.L James' book named Fifty Shades Of Grey, and because I am curious kitten, I took upon myself to poke around the book of simiar genre from Sylvia Day and her trilogy Crossfire. It was only the first part of it, Bared to You, but... Uhm. Have we read about that author before? I dimly remebered her writing style, as I've read something of hers before - and bingo, it was Snaring The Huntress.
Snaring The Huntress was interesting read, becasue it had an interesting premise and aliens and of course, hot sex scenes, but otherwise...well, okay, it was good, but Bared To You was a step down in my opinion. The story has it's moments - both of the heroes are human, but the environment and it's description lack. Maybe I am just spoiled, becasue most of my years, I've read the books from Victoria Holt and Heinz G. Konsalik, along with Marija Jurić-Zagorka, and if I wanted something more adventurous, I went to Karl May and Alistair MacLean among the other authors. The mentioned authors ensnared me with their writing styles - they portrayed not only their heroes, but also the environment in which the said heroes interacted. Bared To You has only minimal descriptions of where the hero or heroine are, making it seem like badly-scripted play without appropriate background scenes to support the story. I know, it's hard to write in first person, because then all around you, where you are, is taken for granted, but it can also give the reader better picture of the place can make him more immersed in the story.
And frankly, I was surprised Bared To You was even published in such a... bare context. Minimalism is good, but I couldn't get into the story much - my passing impression at the end of the book was. "Oh, so they had some troubles. They fucked like rabbits. Let's see if I have any new emails. " Writing can be a tedious process, I know that, because I am writing some seven years now - mostly fanfiction, although I also tried (and failed) in some original genres in my earlier attempts. Maybe I am just a desensitized berk, as reading Marquis De Sade's works can have that kind of effect on you - he is raw, vulgar and immoral to the extreme, so next to him, all the erotic books I've read until now seem paltry in comparison. Except from the erotic autobiographies, but these are whole another story.
So why the hell is so hard to write good original erotic story? There are so many cliche pitfalls it seems more as a ravine sown with bear snares than a field of exotic flowers. if you don't make one mistake, then you do another. You are to vanilla. You apparently traumatized some innocent reader with the brutality of your descriptions. You know jack shit about BDSM scene. Did you even experience anal to wax poetic about it? Gah. /cringes/. At this rate it's easier to write a book on computer programming than smut novel!
Yes, I am whining. Since I discovered the fiction, I read the good, the bad and the horrifically ugly in that genre, and really, some fanfiction authors can overtake the original fiction authors by the miles. Case in point: The Red Dragons Order. The author's crossovers with Harry Potter made me interested in writing that kind of stories and the one which firmy hooked me on the dark side of the writing crossovers was indubitably Over The Hills And Far Away. Another prolific author that had influence on my writings was Pain au Chocolat, making me practically fall in love with Yours, In Murder, and let's not forget Rorschach's Blot and amazing story named Make A Wish. As for racy stories, there are many, but right now I can't be arsed to list them down, as I would have to hunt'em all over the net, and I am just cranky enough not to do that.
As for my writing? I am firmly on homoerotic side - tried hetero, was boring and switched over. Not that I won't write any hetero stories, in the future, but apparently right now, my plotdragons are interested in same-sex lovin'. Which is hilarious as when I first came in contact with homoerotic literature, I blushed like a ripe cherry and I firmly denied that such an heinous kind of writing could even exist. Just shows how far I've gotten, eh? /naughty smirk/
Oh, and another thing. Had a kerfuffle with the depillating wax. Apparently I got it into the microwave oven and then got the temparature or time wrong - the result was melted pot and sticky interior of microwave. Just hoping my brother won't kill me for desecrating his beloved instrument of fast food prepatation with the wax. At least I can guarantee there won't be any bacterias or anything after stripping the wax off. Gotta see the plus side, huh?
On that note, if you really have to heat the wax for depillation, get it into a pot that doesn't melt. And heat it for some thirty seconds max. .../Sweatdrops/ Lesson learned.
Off to derping my brain again,
Eirenei
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12-12-2012.... Whoops?
Some say that this kind of dates are special - y' know, 11.11. 2011, 6.6.2006 and so on, but right now, I am finding out it's a some kind of a mathematical hype.
I know that the next such occasion should have been in 88 years - hopefully I will be alive then, as they somewhat whine about next Armaggedon at....21.12.2012, and ain't that my luck, it is just after my supposed Anatomy exam. /groans/. If it is, then I would appreciate my apocalypse to go just... a... bit... quieter. Someone said that the world doesn't end with a bang, but a whimper, and I am right now deliberating whether the bang would be better in terms of being unconscious at the impact, or should we wait out out natural ends whimpering like small puppies.
Still didn't find my map with receipts and some important letter - it's funny and pathetic at the same time - I can remember so many obsure facts, but when it comes to one measly little blue map, I Don't Have A Fucking Clue. It has been driving me bonkers for a time - hopefully tomorrow I will find the damned annoyance.
Yesterday I had a close meeting with very annoying program that I wanted to strangle the shit outta it's producers for leaving the damned menace running around the web.
Long story short - went on the 'net to grab some programs for mum, and while I was downloading 'em, I somehow managed to agree for the SweetIm being installed.
Worst fucking decision...since babylon toolbar. And while I managed to correct babylon in some three days and with actual work of four hours, SweetIM managed to torture me for a day and a whoopin' five hours. Meaning, I was gnawing at the program and how to uninstall all those damned things since nine o'clock at night and I managed to finish at almost three in the morning. So... make that almost six hours. Damned thing is very stubborn to remove, bot for all the miserable souls out there who don't want to buy any special programs and are willing to chew themselves through the proverbial guts of their computer programs, here's the link:
How To Remove SweetIM The Hard-Ass Way
I could actually snog the guy who wrote the thing out. Or at least make a shrine and worship him for his fabulous deeds... so thank you, Stelian Pilici, wherever and however you are. You saved one very frustrated geek from the nightmare of epic proportions.... seriously. And this lowly geek is humbled by your awesome knowledge and fool-proof way how to gut the SweetIM bastard.... properly. If you think I sound bloodthirsty, go see the comments of some other miserable users of that annoying program on the web. At the point of three-oh at morning yesterday, I had all the rights to be more than a little homicidal. I still have, but that's not the point. Although I am homicidal about that map... ahem /clears throat/
And as a PS: Tried Microsoft Word 2013 Preview version. The guys and gals who did the work had gone seriously retro (or off their deep ends?) in the times of Star Trek with it's theme, but the sharp lines just hurt my eyes. of course, there are some pretty good backgrounds for Power Point presentations, the same is with Word, and there are some new programs added in the package, but seriously, I can't stand white and sharp lines and the chosen font of the letters was just fucking awful. I dread Windows 8 if it's the same as the Microsoft Word 2013.... oh, wait, it is.
So sorry, but Win 8 is a no go for me. Maybe I could learn to tolerate it on some touch-screen phone, but on my laptop screen, I want to see my pretty little backgrounds, thank you very much! Since my brother had introduced me to Windows 7, I became enamored with the program - all witty and pretty and gay, that it was, and I am still fascinated enough to have it on my laptop while looking weirdly at the colleagues who do have the next version popped on their hard drives. Although, on the subject of Microsoft Office... it loads slo-o-o-ow. Why, I don't know, but at the rate it had been going, I almost thought to ditch the thought of the Miccy's and load on Open Office - which is almost the same, only it's a freeware version without Miccy's logos and pretties and whatnot.
On the writing front, I am dithering a little - holy shit it's that time already! - however, Anatomy will steal excruciatingly big piece of my time until I do away with the exam, although I do have some ideas for the stories.
See ya next time (hopefully,)
Eirenei
I know that the next such occasion should have been in 88 years - hopefully I will be alive then, as they somewhat whine about next Armaggedon at....21.12.2012, and ain't that my luck, it is just after my supposed Anatomy exam. /groans/. If it is, then I would appreciate my apocalypse to go just... a... bit... quieter. Someone said that the world doesn't end with a bang, but a whimper, and I am right now deliberating whether the bang would be better in terms of being unconscious at the impact, or should we wait out out natural ends whimpering like small puppies.
Still didn't find my map with receipts and some important letter - it's funny and pathetic at the same time - I can remember so many obsure facts, but when it comes to one measly little blue map, I Don't Have A Fucking Clue. It has been driving me bonkers for a time - hopefully tomorrow I will find the damned annoyance.
Yesterday I had a close meeting with very annoying program that I wanted to strangle the shit outta it's producers for leaving the damned menace running around the web.
Long story short - went on the 'net to grab some programs for mum, and while I was downloading 'em, I somehow managed to agree for the SweetIm being installed.
Worst fucking decision...since babylon toolbar. And while I managed to correct babylon in some three days and with actual work of four hours, SweetIM managed to torture me for a day and a whoopin' five hours. Meaning, I was gnawing at the program and how to uninstall all those damned things since nine o'clock at night and I managed to finish at almost three in the morning. So... make that almost six hours. Damned thing is very stubborn to remove, bot for all the miserable souls out there who don't want to buy any special programs and are willing to chew themselves through the proverbial guts of their computer programs, here's the link:
How To Remove SweetIM The Hard-Ass Way
I could actually snog the guy who wrote the thing out. Or at least make a shrine and worship him for his fabulous deeds... so thank you, Stelian Pilici, wherever and however you are. You saved one very frustrated geek from the nightmare of epic proportions.... seriously. And this lowly geek is humbled by your awesome knowledge and fool-proof way how to gut the SweetIM bastard.... properly. If you think I sound bloodthirsty, go see the comments of some other miserable users of that annoying program on the web. At the point of three-oh at morning yesterday, I had all the rights to be more than a little homicidal. I still have, but that's not the point. Although I am homicidal about that map... ahem /clears throat/
And as a PS: Tried Microsoft Word 2013 Preview version. The guys and gals who did the work had gone seriously retro (or off their deep ends?) in the times of Star Trek with it's theme, but the sharp lines just hurt my eyes. of course, there are some pretty good backgrounds for Power Point presentations, the same is with Word, and there are some new programs added in the package, but seriously, I can't stand white and sharp lines and the chosen font of the letters was just fucking awful. I dread Windows 8 if it's the same as the Microsoft Word 2013.... oh, wait, it is.
So sorry, but Win 8 is a no go for me. Maybe I could learn to tolerate it on some touch-screen phone, but on my laptop screen, I want to see my pretty little backgrounds, thank you very much! Since my brother had introduced me to Windows 7, I became enamored with the program - all witty and pretty and gay, that it was, and I am still fascinated enough to have it on my laptop while looking weirdly at the colleagues who do have the next version popped on their hard drives. Although, on the subject of Microsoft Office... it loads slo-o-o-ow. Why, I don't know, but at the rate it had been going, I almost thought to ditch the thought of the Miccy's and load on Open Office - which is almost the same, only it's a freeware version without Miccy's logos and pretties and whatnot.
On the writing front, I am dithering a little - holy shit it's that time already! - however, Anatomy will steal excruciatingly big piece of my time until I do away with the exam, although I do have some ideas for the stories.
See ya next time (hopefully,)
Eirenei
Saturday, December 8, 2012
The Abundancy of The Common Sense.... Or Lack Thereof
Snow. Hurrah. Not.
Especially not when you got dragged out by yer good ole Mum to get that last late salad heads to safety. Ri-ight. Meaning, I got invited to the cold party with carrying and dragging around a whole lot of a salad heads, cutely (not!) packaged into flower pots, and having to keep in mind my balance. Especially because snow is apparently treacherous thing - you think the patch is safe, and then hello, sky. Or snowflakes, at any rate. And hello fucked-up wrist. Yeah, I am bitter. The winter time for all of it's prettiness, and happiness and dare I say - gayness - does nothing for me with it's cold, ice and absurd work in the garden. Apparently Mum's promise in autumn that this was last thing we had done in the garden went away with the snow - but can't complain too much as she apparently got back pains, so I and her were two miserable asses lugging the damned vegetables around.
Personally, the kids got it right.
Vegetables are evil.
I also swept the snow from out balconies - and for those blessedly innocent of this work, I wish for you to never find out just how annoying could it be, not to mention dangerous. I wonder just how those guys that work on building the skyscrapers do it when they are walking on those almost rail thin support beams many meters above ground with only a safety line as their lifeline in case they fall into depths below.
Ick. I just got nauseous with my imagination.
Above it all, my darling elder brother innocently mentioned that he intends to off internet line at the end of the year becasue he is concerned for the father's purse.
Che. Just who is he kidding again? I am paying for my schooling from my pockets, and he dares to whine that the entire sum of the internet+phone+television is too high for my father's bank account, while he doesn't pay even a cent for anything - not for electricity, nor for food nothing - although he did mention something about paying the surplus payment for the internet that should have held until the end of this year but I am mainly pissed off becasue he is alluding that father has money troubles and badgering me to pay it, when I clearly told him that I have to look about my own expenses first. I am pissed that he dares to act concerned, when while it gets to the helping around the house, the ones who work around are mainly our parents and me. And I am pissed that I can't get him to see that, just because he is getting doctor's degree.
This is one of my main motivators to continue the schoolings to get a magister's degree myself, and if all goes well, pursue doctor's one too. Even if I don't know just how the fuck will I do that.
I am just wondering - is he making a fool out of me or am I being a fool because of my aspirations that could be totally wrong on the long run?
Bright point of the day - posted the next chapter of Fire And Ice, so I am free to much about through the next batch of chapters. of course, that is when I get through Anatomy first .../groans/.
And the song theme for today: Best of You, by Foo Fighters. Seriously guys, I love the band's music.
Especially not when you got dragged out by yer good ole Mum to get that last late salad heads to safety. Ri-ight. Meaning, I got invited to the cold party with carrying and dragging around a whole lot of a salad heads, cutely (not!) packaged into flower pots, and having to keep in mind my balance. Especially because snow is apparently treacherous thing - you think the patch is safe, and then hello, sky. Or snowflakes, at any rate. And hello fucked-up wrist. Yeah, I am bitter. The winter time for all of it's prettiness, and happiness and dare I say - gayness - does nothing for me with it's cold, ice and absurd work in the garden. Apparently Mum's promise in autumn that this was last thing we had done in the garden went away with the snow - but can't complain too much as she apparently got back pains, so I and her were two miserable asses lugging the damned vegetables around.
Personally, the kids got it right.
Vegetables are evil.
I also swept the snow from out balconies - and for those blessedly innocent of this work, I wish for you to never find out just how annoying could it be, not to mention dangerous. I wonder just how those guys that work on building the skyscrapers do it when they are walking on those almost rail thin support beams many meters above ground with only a safety line as their lifeline in case they fall into depths below.
Ick. I just got nauseous with my imagination.
Above it all, my darling elder brother innocently mentioned that he intends to off internet line at the end of the year becasue he is concerned for the father's purse.
Che. Just who is he kidding again? I am paying for my schooling from my pockets, and he dares to whine that the entire sum of the internet+phone+television is too high for my father's bank account, while he doesn't pay even a cent for anything - not for electricity, nor for food nothing - although he did mention something about paying the surplus payment for the internet that should have held until the end of this year but I am mainly pissed off becasue he is alluding that father has money troubles and badgering me to pay it, when I clearly told him that I have to look about my own expenses first. I am pissed that he dares to act concerned, when while it gets to the helping around the house, the ones who work around are mainly our parents and me. And I am pissed that I can't get him to see that, just because he is getting doctor's degree.
This is one of my main motivators to continue the schoolings to get a magister's degree myself, and if all goes well, pursue doctor's one too. Even if I don't know just how the fuck will I do that.
I am just wondering - is he making a fool out of me or am I being a fool because of my aspirations that could be totally wrong on the long run?
Bright point of the day - posted the next chapter of Fire And Ice, so I am free to much about through the next batch of chapters. of course, that is when I get through Anatomy first .../groans/.
And the song theme for today: Best of You, by Foo Fighters. Seriously guys, I love the band's music.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Compute? I Think Not!
Ye gads, if I had know what my darling elder brother had gotten me into with me agreeing to teach my father about computers and internet, I would have skedaddled far, far and very far away. Or at least found a way for the berk to teach father himself.
Although they say I am very tech savvy - which is an oxymoron if I ever heard one, if I think about me and numbers, today my patience was truly stretched to the limit.
Didn't help I had to teach on an prehistoric laptop with a Windows XP on - don't get me wrong, I have nothing against XP series - in fact, when I first begun to work on one, it was a speedy move from 'good' '98 to 'great' XP, as it was simply better - if not in programs, then in uploading and resolution. Through the years I survived many uploads and downloads of the Windows programs, be it to upgrade something, twice or thrice it was because of the system crashdown and sometimes, it was just a maintenance and because we switched the hard drives - the old with newer ones. And sometimes was just becasue my dear older sibling was being a bitch and punted me off to learn how to do the geeky things. Not up to his knowledge, but some basics and tricks, that he had to literally bash into my poor head. When I was truly interested in something, we advanced from:" /heavy sigh.../ Look, I will explain it to you once more..." to opened door, messy hair through it and "Ask Uncle Google." and then closed and locked door and me standing in the front of the self same door, staring disbelievingly at the door's wood.
Apparently he deemed me knowledgeable enough to teach my dad - ahem, he was just a lazy bastard - and while I was already teaching mom, it was a short leap to rope me into father's tech education as well.
I was greatly enjoying my stint on my laptop with Windows 7, when father barges in and announces he wants to be taught how to operate the computer.
And I, gentle soul like I am, agreed.
And it come to four hours of massacring technical jargon and trying to get his whiny ass used to the new Firefox browser - he constantly grumbles that the old one was better - bitch, I had to get used to working with many other browsers and I didn't whine half as much as he did, because sometimes you gotta do with what you have, if you don't have what you need. Although my college had state of the art classrooms, we still had Windows XP, even when Windows 7 was happily purring away his little programs on my laptop. Back to my father. He whined about this and that and really, I began to wonder if it ever was a good idea to teach him how to man the computer. Not that he can't, but he is really stubborn on some instances. And it doesn't help the Godzilla he has in use is really prehistoric laptop that is slo-o-o-w. I had done some of my work on it when my laptop was away for the repairs, and it wasn't nearly as slow as it's now, so I wonder if my brother didn't dismantle some of my tweaks. Ah, well, will care some other time about that.
My beta is somewhat hibernating away. Or something in that effect, and I just gotta get to learn Anatomy.
On the brighter side, I did both of the exams with high scores, and I am righteously smug about it.
Mwahaha.
Signing off,
Eirenei
PS: Brother so owes me a good smoothie for my troubles now.../grumbles/
Although they say I am very tech savvy - which is an oxymoron if I ever heard one, if I think about me and numbers, today my patience was truly stretched to the limit.
Didn't help I had to teach on an prehistoric laptop with a Windows XP on - don't get me wrong, I have nothing against XP series - in fact, when I first begun to work on one, it was a speedy move from 'good' '98 to 'great' XP, as it was simply better - if not in programs, then in uploading and resolution. Through the years I survived many uploads and downloads of the Windows programs, be it to upgrade something, twice or thrice it was because of the system crashdown and sometimes, it was just a maintenance and because we switched the hard drives - the old with newer ones. And sometimes was just becasue my dear older sibling was being a bitch and punted me off to learn how to do the geeky things. Not up to his knowledge, but some basics and tricks, that he had to literally bash into my poor head. When I was truly interested in something, we advanced from:" /heavy sigh.../ Look, I will explain it to you once more..." to opened door, messy hair through it and "Ask Uncle Google." and then closed and locked door and me standing in the front of the self same door, staring disbelievingly at the door's wood.
Apparently he deemed me knowledgeable enough to teach my dad - ahem, he was just a lazy bastard - and while I was already teaching mom, it was a short leap to rope me into father's tech education as well.
I was greatly enjoying my stint on my laptop with Windows 7, when father barges in and announces he wants to be taught how to operate the computer.
And I, gentle soul like I am, agreed.
And it come to four hours of massacring technical jargon and trying to get his whiny ass used to the new Firefox browser - he constantly grumbles that the old one was better - bitch, I had to get used to working with many other browsers and I didn't whine half as much as he did, because sometimes you gotta do with what you have, if you don't have what you need. Although my college had state of the art classrooms, we still had Windows XP, even when Windows 7 was happily purring away his little programs on my laptop. Back to my father. He whined about this and that and really, I began to wonder if it ever was a good idea to teach him how to man the computer. Not that he can't, but he is really stubborn on some instances. And it doesn't help the Godzilla he has in use is really prehistoric laptop that is slo-o-o-w. I had done some of my work on it when my laptop was away for the repairs, and it wasn't nearly as slow as it's now, so I wonder if my brother didn't dismantle some of my tweaks. Ah, well, will care some other time about that.
My beta is somewhat hibernating away. Or something in that effect, and I just gotta get to learn Anatomy.
On the brighter side, I did both of the exams with high scores, and I am righteously smug about it.
Mwahaha.
Signing off,
Eirenei
PS: Brother so owes me a good smoothie for my troubles now.../grumbles/
Monday, December 3, 2012
Heretical - I mean heroical massacre of fruits
Ugh. What a day. A day after the elections - I can't say I was completely satisfied with the outcome, but we'll see what the new president will do in the next four years - make or break our lil' country. There were some outcries in the town, but luckily, after the two in the afternoon, it was calm again. Really, gotta love out folks.
However the warning still stands.
President -
Panem et Circenses.(Latin for) Bread and games.
We are fed up with games.
We want bread.
The masses in my country are getting restless with the politics, and this particular election was an upset if there ever was one. First round of elections, we had thought we would have gotten a new president in one wave, but apparently there was too few people that actually decided to go out and put their voices for the good cause. Which is ironic, as most of the people go to church every Sunday almost religiously, but when it comes to the future of our country, they ignore it as if that wasn't their problem to begin with - and then, when the president is elected, the self same people moan, groan and complain about the person elected. Sad, but true. Well, the second round finally garnered enough of electors to get the president approved and although I am a little unhappy the opposition had won, I still have tentative hopes that the new president will smoothed out the social and monetary problems enough to get our country and people out of the crunch that had been caused by the financial crisis in America. As I am not a devout follower of politics, don't ask me which one or what had happened. If you are interested, look it up for yourself.
Ahem. /Clears throat/. Today was a mini-madness for me in the shape of scouring the shops for the gifts for my little family - I once again found out that I know the habits and likes of my brother and father woefully bad, so I had to improvise. The cause, you ask? Why, St. Nicolaus! In Europa, it's a pseudo - holiday for Christians, but even if you are not a Christian, it's a good chance to celebrate it. Just hope there won't be any devils along this time /mumbles/. I vividly remember that one evening when mum said that there were devils, and I in all of my innocent (ha!) glory, looked through the window, and promptly shrieked with fear at the sight of two red eyes. Lately, I found out hat it was my cousin with some of other boys, but the damage had been done . I was deathly afraid and swore to be good ever since. And of course, get some holy water to protect the house. The next year, I did use the holy water, and to my surprise, it worked...well, in a way, as that year the guys didn't rattle around our house with their chains. (The bastards.) Anyway, got the gifts, just have to wrap them up.
And then, off to the classes. Or better to two exams and classes afterwards. As I maybe told you already, I was panicking about the self same exams, as I had insufficient notes for one of them, but it turned out that this particular exam was... Whaaa?
But really. When I got the question I thought I was maybe in other universe. Surely they were joking? I had listened to the lecture on safety and so on with barely half an ear, and there you go, some dratted questions I never, ever heard the answers for. Right. Time to improvise. I just count my lucky stars that I love to read, otherwise i would have been goner on that front. And you know what is the most pathetic thing out of this? I had prepared for this exam, but everything I've learned.... I Did Not Use.
Fuck it. Education is batshit insane thing like this anyway.
Second exam was Communications and let's hold the fingers crossed I did well on this one too.
As for classes, we finished the Anatomy - yay - and now I have to learn all the material. Drat it. I just can't win here.
At home I was pleasantly - or maybe not - surprised by my dearest brother in the shape of one of his smoothies. And this time, I am undecided on whether it was good enough or bad enough to merit the repetition. Well, the recipe still found it's way on here.
HERETIC - yes, this is the name of this smoothie. Deal with it. Or rather, do it and then tell me what your taste buds say.
Ingredients :
2 bananas
1 middle-sized pineapple
milk
plain yogurt
Preparation:
Peel the bananas and cut them in the pieces. Peel the pineapple and also cut it in the pieces about the size of bananas' ones. Throw it into the blender, add milk - one latte cup and plain yogurt - also one latte cup and mix it. When it's smooth, it's done, so you just pour it in the latte cups and go torment - ahem, spoil yout taste buts with it.
We - my brother and me - used the ingredients from the fridge, so the drink was pleasantly cool. In my opinion, it's more suitable for hot summer days, when you really want something to quench the heat but not so sweet it would make your sugar blow sky high. The taste is.... well, heretic. However, the taste can be better if you use really ripe pineapple, and maybe add a little bit less of yogurt. If you really want something sweet, you can add honey or fructose, but that can quickly make the drink a tasteless mush - well, at least for my tastes, it would. As for yours, experiment and report.
Bon Appetit.
As for my writings... uh - what writings? Lately, I was preocupied with exams, so I have an excuse this time. Also, MHB will lag behind because of the school, so new chapters would be updated after 13-th.
However the warning still stands.
President -
Panem et Circenses.(Latin for) Bread and games.
We are fed up with games.
We want bread.
The masses in my country are getting restless with the politics, and this particular election was an upset if there ever was one. First round of elections, we had thought we would have gotten a new president in one wave, but apparently there was too few people that actually decided to go out and put their voices for the good cause. Which is ironic, as most of the people go to church every Sunday almost religiously, but when it comes to the future of our country, they ignore it as if that wasn't their problem to begin with - and then, when the president is elected, the self same people moan, groan and complain about the person elected. Sad, but true. Well, the second round finally garnered enough of electors to get the president approved and although I am a little unhappy the opposition had won, I still have tentative hopes that the new president will smoothed out the social and monetary problems enough to get our country and people out of the crunch that had been caused by the financial crisis in America. As I am not a devout follower of politics, don't ask me which one or what had happened. If you are interested, look it up for yourself.
Ahem. /Clears throat/. Today was a mini-madness for me in the shape of scouring the shops for the gifts for my little family - I once again found out that I know the habits and likes of my brother and father woefully bad, so I had to improvise. The cause, you ask? Why, St. Nicolaus! In Europa, it's a pseudo - holiday for Christians, but even if you are not a Christian, it's a good chance to celebrate it. Just hope there won't be any devils along this time /mumbles/. I vividly remember that one evening when mum said that there were devils, and I in all of my innocent (ha!) glory, looked through the window, and promptly shrieked with fear at the sight of two red eyes. Lately, I found out hat it was my cousin with some of other boys, but the damage had been done . I was deathly afraid and swore to be good ever since. And of course, get some holy water to protect the house. The next year, I did use the holy water, and to my surprise, it worked...well, in a way, as that year the guys didn't rattle around our house with their chains. (The bastards.) Anyway, got the gifts, just have to wrap them up.
And then, off to the classes. Or better to two exams and classes afterwards. As I maybe told you already, I was panicking about the self same exams, as I had insufficient notes for one of them, but it turned out that this particular exam was... Whaaa?
But really. When I got the question I thought I was maybe in other universe. Surely they were joking? I had listened to the lecture on safety and so on with barely half an ear, and there you go, some dratted questions I never, ever heard the answers for. Right. Time to improvise. I just count my lucky stars that I love to read, otherwise i would have been goner on that front. And you know what is the most pathetic thing out of this? I had prepared for this exam, but everything I've learned.... I Did Not Use.
Fuck it. Education is batshit insane thing like this anyway.
Second exam was Communications and let's hold the fingers crossed I did well on this one too.
As for classes, we finished the Anatomy - yay - and now I have to learn all the material. Drat it. I just can't win here.
At home I was pleasantly - or maybe not - surprised by my dearest brother in the shape of one of his smoothies. And this time, I am undecided on whether it was good enough or bad enough to merit the repetition. Well, the recipe still found it's way on here.
HERETIC - yes, this is the name of this smoothie. Deal with it. Or rather, do it and then tell me what your taste buds say.
Ingredients :
2 bananas
1 middle-sized pineapple
milk
plain yogurt
Preparation:
Peel the bananas and cut them in the pieces. Peel the pineapple and also cut it in the pieces about the size of bananas' ones. Throw it into the blender, add milk - one latte cup and plain yogurt - also one latte cup and mix it. When it's smooth, it's done, so you just pour it in the latte cups and go torment - ahem, spoil yout taste buts with it.
We - my brother and me - used the ingredients from the fridge, so the drink was pleasantly cool. In my opinion, it's more suitable for hot summer days, when you really want something to quench the heat but not so sweet it would make your sugar blow sky high. The taste is.... well, heretic. However, the taste can be better if you use really ripe pineapple, and maybe add a little bit less of yogurt. If you really want something sweet, you can add honey or fructose, but that can quickly make the drink a tasteless mush - well, at least for my tastes, it would. As for yours, experiment and report.
Bon Appetit.
As for my writings... uh - what writings? Lately, I was preocupied with exams, so I have an excuse this time. Also, MHB will lag behind because of the school, so new chapters would be updated after 13-th.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Day D... Dreadful
Today, we had a masseuse course classes, this time it was Protection At Work.
I almost wished we had an Anatomy instead, because the guy who was teaching didn't get the things done as he should have. First, if we have Protection at Work, or better Workplace, then he darn should have been speaking about that, but instead, we got a glorified version of sports Medicine two hours total, and most of us were baffled about his babblings. I can say for me I am relatively well educated - somewhat of a jack of all trades, but this class took the cake. It didn't help that I am deaf, and the guy was yammering as if he had a mileage to do with his tongue - he was apparently impatient to get out of the classroom - we did get some examples of how to test the reflexes, some do's and don't's but when I asked about situations when it's absolutely not advisable to massage the patient, then he began to blather something I am still unsure about, but was not important, as he didn't talk about my question in a clear and concise way. And really, this guy is a doctor with some... what 40 years of practice under his belt? I asked him if a patient with arthritis or osteoporosis or muscle atrophy was a bad candidate for a massage, but instead of that I got a detailed explanation of what were those things and some additional holier-than-thou yammering that made me inwardly twitch at the absurdity. And to the top of it all, the guy ended the class half an hours before it should have been ended - well, that was the only blessing in the entire farce of a class we had today.
Really... I am wondering just how would we get through the test on Monday....depressingly enough, I am not confident we would make it in one go. Thankfully, I had invested in two books about massage and I would have to see if I can mysteriously procure some scripts to get the holes done and over with.
And maybe .... kindly... suggest to our coordinator to get the damn man to write some script for the poor us who take this class and save the next generations the waste of time that is called Protection at Workplace class.
/Shakes head/ For crying out loud, the man isn't even a masseuse. What the actual fuck was he doing lecturing to the future masseuses about the subject he doesn't know shit about? Sports Medicine is whole lot of a different bricks than Protection At Workplace and even a third-grader would have conducted the class better. To the top of it all, he didn't even have lists with main points, Power Point presentation.... he just blathered on.
Bright points of the day - Got a good dinner in the shape of French salad, toast and banana smoothie. I swear, my big bro missed his true calling. Instead of being an electric engineer, he should have become a chef. /mournful shake of head/. Pity. But hell, yeah got a good recipe outta this for the smoothie, so the day is not lost :D
BANANA SMOOTHIE VUCKO STYLE
Ingredients:
2 bananas
2 kiwis
2 apples
1 plain yogurt
Whipped cream - for whipping (If you are lazy or don't have time, the canned one is also good enough)
Milk
The amount of ingredients used is enough for two persons... well, at least for us two was enough.
Preparation:
Peel the bananas and cut them in the pieces, do the same for the kiwis and apples - with apples, you also remove apple seeds before you cut them in smaller pieces. Get the cut fruit into the food processor and add yogurt. Add as much milk as you want - we used for one cappucino cup of milk - or at least I think so. If you want to have a thicker mixture, then you add less milk, and if you want more liquid one, then you add more milk. It's all about your preference. You can also switch milk with yogurt if you don't have enough milk, and if you are fond of milk, you can let out the yogurt. if you are lactose intolerant, you can left out the dairy products and add plain water. You just have to add more fruit then to achieve the thicker mixture if you are fond of it.
Blend it together and meanwhile whip the cream. When the smoothie is finished, pour it in the cocktail glasses or cappuccino cups if you don't have cocktail glasses, decorate with the whipped cream... and enjoy!
For those who really can't go without the choco goodness, you can sprinkle on some grate chocolate, or, if you are really a health nut, then you can also go with powdered cinnamon. If you are a lover of spicy things - I know I am - you can add chili. however, last variant is a little questionable - I am a lover of spicy things, so my taste buds can be a little skewered.
The entire preparation lasts some 15 minutes, 10 if you already have prepared fruit and have a canned tin of whipped cream handy.
Bon Appetite!
I almost wished we had an Anatomy instead, because the guy who was teaching didn't get the things done as he should have. First, if we have Protection at Work, or better Workplace, then he darn should have been speaking about that, but instead, we got a glorified version of sports Medicine two hours total, and most of us were baffled about his babblings. I can say for me I am relatively well educated - somewhat of a jack of all trades, but this class took the cake. It didn't help that I am deaf, and the guy was yammering as if he had a mileage to do with his tongue - he was apparently impatient to get out of the classroom - we did get some examples of how to test the reflexes, some do's and don't's but when I asked about situations when it's absolutely not advisable to massage the patient, then he began to blather something I am still unsure about, but was not important, as he didn't talk about my question in a clear and concise way. And really, this guy is a doctor with some... what 40 years of practice under his belt? I asked him if a patient with arthritis or osteoporosis or muscle atrophy was a bad candidate for a massage, but instead of that I got a detailed explanation of what were those things and some additional holier-than-thou yammering that made me inwardly twitch at the absurdity. And to the top of it all, the guy ended the class half an hours before it should have been ended - well, that was the only blessing in the entire farce of a class we had today.
Really... I am wondering just how would we get through the test on Monday....depressingly enough, I am not confident we would make it in one go. Thankfully, I had invested in two books about massage and I would have to see if I can mysteriously procure some scripts to get the holes done and over with.
And maybe .... kindly... suggest to our coordinator to get the damn man to write some script for the poor us who take this class and save the next generations the waste of time that is called Protection at Workplace class.
/Shakes head/ For crying out loud, the man isn't even a masseuse. What the actual fuck was he doing lecturing to the future masseuses about the subject he doesn't know shit about? Sports Medicine is whole lot of a different bricks than Protection At Workplace and even a third-grader would have conducted the class better. To the top of it all, he didn't even have lists with main points, Power Point presentation.... he just blathered on.
Bright points of the day - Got a good dinner in the shape of French salad, toast and banana smoothie. I swear, my big bro missed his true calling. Instead of being an electric engineer, he should have become a chef. /mournful shake of head/. Pity. But hell, yeah got a good recipe outta this for the smoothie, so the day is not lost :D
BANANA SMOOTHIE VUCKO STYLE
Ingredients:
2 bananas
2 kiwis
2 apples
1 plain yogurt
Whipped cream - for whipping (If you are lazy or don't have time, the canned one is also good enough)
Milk
The amount of ingredients used is enough for two persons... well, at least for us two was enough.
Preparation:
Peel the bananas and cut them in the pieces, do the same for the kiwis and apples - with apples, you also remove apple seeds before you cut them in smaller pieces. Get the cut fruit into the food processor and add yogurt. Add as much milk as you want - we used for one cappucino cup of milk - or at least I think so. If you want to have a thicker mixture, then you add less milk, and if you want more liquid one, then you add more milk. It's all about your preference. You can also switch milk with yogurt if you don't have enough milk, and if you are fond of milk, you can let out the yogurt. if you are lactose intolerant, you can left out the dairy products and add plain water. You just have to add more fruit then to achieve the thicker mixture if you are fond of it.
Blend it together and meanwhile whip the cream. When the smoothie is finished, pour it in the cocktail glasses or cappuccino cups if you don't have cocktail glasses, decorate with the whipped cream... and enjoy!
For those who really can't go without the choco goodness, you can sprinkle on some grate chocolate, or, if you are really a health nut, then you can also go with powdered cinnamon. If you are a lover of spicy things - I know I am - you can add chili. however, last variant is a little questionable - I am a lover of spicy things, so my taste buds can be a little skewered.
The entire preparation lasts some 15 minutes, 10 if you already have prepared fruit and have a canned tin of whipped cream handy.
Bon Appetite!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Bitchitude Day, My Way
If there was ever a day, made soley for bitching and pimp slaps, it would be right this day. sadly, as far as I know, no Bitchitude Day was officially announced as a national holiday, so poor little ole me would have to be satisfied with this blog as to mark the momentous happenings that is called Bitch day, Bitchin' day or, my recent reluctantly favorite, Bitchitude day.
Bitchitude. In urban dictionary it's defined as a bitchy attitude. Meaning, smart-ass personality, general grumpiness with a side dish of sarcasm and general bitterness about the world.
Well, then, my bitchitude day officially begun last night, when some snoopy parent entered my sanctuary called a room to happily announce high score in solitary and in process interrupt my Internet schmoozin'. meaning, I was on Internet, happily reading, and lo and behold, dear parent comes, against my express permission, to announce the silliness... and promptly forbids me from Internet. Bitchin'. And yes, for your information, that was sarcasm.
Fuck no.
Didn't help I began the masseuse course and having four hours of almost uninterrupted lessons of Anatomy, which is, right along the Math and Algebra the bitchiest course ever in the history of the courses. And believe me, I had my fair share of them. And to top off this sour cherry, one of the prerequisites for actually entering the course was.... whaddya know, Anatomy again! or before, but let's leave the semantics for now. I was almost half brain-dead by the end of it, then waiting on the said parent to get off of the meeting, and my bladder was not very happy with me, and I was even less happy with the parent..../Narrowed eyes/. Just peachy.
The next day - today, they delivered the repaired washing machine, which, my other parent in all of their glorious wisdom, ordered to be delivered at the unholy hour of 7 AM. So I was thrown out of my so very comfy and warm bed at 6 AM with the orders to get going if I want to wash... and lo and behold, the delivery guy comes exactly at 6.30 AM. Just bitchin'. Luckily I didn't need to primp myself much, but really, would kill the delivery guy to be on time when he is ordered to? If it were me, I would have told him to get going and come back at decent hour - decent, for me, means some 10 in the morning when there's a weekend, and really, this just kicked my Sunday morning into proverbial nuts. Listening to the parent yammering about achy back, and other standard bits - meaning I didn't listen too well, as I was on my was for the new bout of torture session known as an Anatomy.
Caught the bus home, and later in the day, bitched at brother because he apparently needed me to get the French salad done. Seriously? if he doesn't like the lunch, he is able to get his food done - bloody medium or rare, I don't need to be involved in every little bit of it every time he concocts the French salad.
Then, he bitched about my other parent and silliness of having two cars - I admit, I agree with him, but on the other side, the parent also is right, but to see the two to acknowledge the opposite viewpoint is an exercise in futility, and I must be insane to still attempt to make them to see it. /Weary sigh + rolling eyes heavenward./ Jeee-zus. How the world even exists with the two of them alive, kicking and bitching, and in close quarters too, I will never know. I just wonder if they would have survived on the lone island and cuffed together.
Dumb asses, the two of them.
On the brighter side, I have an idea for the ATHD, however it would involve the fair amount of work to be presentable. And of course.... I gotta learn all the bones, muscles and what not.
Oh, Bitch.
With that said, I am giving the the King of Bitchitude.... Genesis Rhapsodos!
Genesis in all his glory... now the even the photo editor is mocking me.... Just bitchin'..
Will add the actual photo when the blog photo editor will quit his rebellious stage.... honestly, hormones. Didn't know the technology had them. Well, whaddya know, you learn something new every day.
Bitchitude. In urban dictionary it's defined as a bitchy attitude. Meaning, smart-ass personality, general grumpiness with a side dish of sarcasm and general bitterness about the world.
Well, then, my bitchitude day officially begun last night, when some snoopy parent entered my sanctuary called a room to happily announce high score in solitary and in process interrupt my Internet schmoozin'. meaning, I was on Internet, happily reading, and lo and behold, dear parent comes, against my express permission, to announce the silliness... and promptly forbids me from Internet. Bitchin'. And yes, for your information, that was sarcasm.
| What the fuck does the person have to do to get some uninterrupted net time without happy announcement of 'I Did It-!" from the parents? Gee, at this rate, when I get a boyfriend there is almost 95-percent chance I would be interrupted mid-coitus because of one of the parent's 'I Did It!' moments, or even worse "Oops, I Think I Messed Up The Laptop - Help, Pretty Pwease?' Not helping that I did my research last night, and officially getting through the day with only two hours of solid sleep at night, and still having to listen that the dear parent in question didn't sleep ALL night and would you please be more gentle, polite, etc. |
Fuck no.
Didn't help I began the masseuse course and having four hours of almost uninterrupted lessons of Anatomy, which is, right along the Math and Algebra the bitchiest course ever in the history of the courses. And believe me, I had my fair share of them. And to top off this sour cherry, one of the prerequisites for actually entering the course was.... whaddya know, Anatomy again! or before, but let's leave the semantics for now. I was almost half brain-dead by the end of it, then waiting on the said parent to get off of the meeting, and my bladder was not very happy with me, and I was even less happy with the parent..../Narrowed eyes/. Just peachy.
The next day - today, they delivered the repaired washing machine, which, my other parent in all of their glorious wisdom, ordered to be delivered at the unholy hour of 7 AM. So I was thrown out of my so very comfy and warm bed at 6 AM with the orders to get going if I want to wash... and lo and behold, the delivery guy comes exactly at 6.30 AM. Just bitchin'. Luckily I didn't need to primp myself much, but really, would kill the delivery guy to be on time when he is ordered to? If it were me, I would have told him to get going and come back at decent hour - decent, for me, means some 10 in the morning when there's a weekend, and really, this just kicked my Sunday morning into proverbial nuts. Listening to the parent yammering about achy back, and other standard bits - meaning I didn't listen too well, as I was on my was for the new bout of torture session known as an Anatomy.
Caught the bus home, and later in the day, bitched at brother because he apparently needed me to get the French salad done. Seriously? if he doesn't like the lunch, he is able to get his food done - bloody medium or rare, I don't need to be involved in every little bit of it every time he concocts the French salad.
Then, he bitched about my other parent and silliness of having two cars - I admit, I agree with him, but on the other side, the parent also is right, but to see the two to acknowledge the opposite viewpoint is an exercise in futility, and I must be insane to still attempt to make them to see it. /Weary sigh + rolling eyes heavenward./ Jeee-zus. How the world even exists with the two of them alive, kicking and bitching, and in close quarters too, I will never know. I just wonder if they would have survived on the lone island and cuffed together.
Dumb asses, the two of them.
On the brighter side, I have an idea for the ATHD, however it would involve the fair amount of work to be presentable. And of course.... I gotta learn all the bones, muscles and what not.
Oh, Bitch.
With that said, I am giving the the King of Bitchitude.... Genesis Rhapsodos!
Genesis in all his glory... now the even the photo editor is mocking me.... Just bitchin'..
Will add the actual photo when the blog photo editor will quit his rebellious stage.... honestly, hormones. Didn't know the technology had them. Well, whaddya know, you learn something new every day.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Work In Progress
Aw, hell. /Glares at the half-finished chapters/.
Right now on Among The Hawks And Doves - lucky chapter seven. Half-written already, but seems I will have to add some things to round it up.
One of the readers pissed me off with remark my other work, Crimson Sagittarius will be next updated in year 2013. Just for that, I am tempted to delay the actual launch of the chapter, just to show the berk up. Begun the chapter, but ATHD has priority for now.
Fire and Ice has the next chapter sent to the unmercy of my beta, the awesome MHB. Seriously lucked out with her - thank God for her, otherwise my works would still be spastic little shits, riddled with grammatic errors. Now pondering just how the hell can I write her HP/Firefly crossover she is so persistently hounding me over for. And yeah, she wants smut. Sometimes I think the 'net is other name for Perverts Anonymous, but in the name of procreation of human race and quality fanficition, I am willing to overlook that fact. /Fake long-suffering sigh./ Yeah, love smut. Shame it can be a bitch and a half to write without sounding too pornographic...
Off for now,
Eirenei
Aw, hell. /Glares at the half-finished chapters/.
Right now on Among The Hawks And Doves - lucky chapter seven. Half-written already, but seems I will have to add some things to round it up.
One of the readers pissed me off with remark my other work, Crimson Sagittarius will be next updated in year 2013. Just for that, I am tempted to delay the actual launch of the chapter, just to show the berk up. Begun the chapter, but ATHD has priority for now.
Fire and Ice has the next chapter sent to the unmercy of my beta, the awesome MHB. Seriously lucked out with her - thank God for her, otherwise my works would still be spastic little shits, riddled with grammatic errors. Now pondering just how the hell can I write her HP/Firefly crossover she is so persistently hounding me over for. And yeah, she wants smut. Sometimes I think the 'net is other name for Perverts Anonymous, but in the name of procreation of human race and quality fanficition, I am willing to overlook that fact. /Fake long-suffering sigh./ Yeah, love smut. Shame it can be a bitch and a half to write without sounding too pornographic...
Off for now,
Eirenei
Reluctant RevUp
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
('Basket Case', by Green Day)
Well, hell.
This is some kind of a project for me to record my ups and downs, highs and lows and be generally a loveable basket case I am in my real life. Because every once in a while I am tired of being a nice person, but since bitching is largerly frowned upon in our society, I am undermining the rules by the means of creating this particular blog.
What will I write about here? Mainly my writing projects, everyday occurences, problems, the days when it's all goes smoothly and some days when everything goes to the deep end in a hurry.
Who am I? I am tempted to write that I am just a kid, but that would be outright lie, so... alright, I am half grown-up kid. I don't think being between twenties and thirties could count as a grown up years and besides, the people still see me like some eighteen year old brat..../sweatdrop/ I am not helping my image, am I?
Likes? Reading manga, listening to the music, watching the stars, snoozing in my favorite sunspot, sometimes talking with people. Also, my pet cat Riki and to a lesser extent, our German Shepherd, Sani. Also... writing.
Dislikes? Being woken up, cold places, cold in general, with exception of cold drinks and ice cream, time of an internet curfew or when internet is gutted, the notion I gotta be grown up all the time and not understanding what people are talking to me about. I am deaf, so this is really a problem for me. Oh, and Math with creepy crawlies. Yuck.
Hobbies? Um... Er.... do any of the past ones count? Well, currently it's writing fanfiction, I also had a short binge on painting and drawing, and I still have to finish the tapestry or whatmacallit is the thing with needles and threads... hopefully I will finish it soon, but I am not exactly counting on it. And reading. You can almost always find me either with computer or in a library trying to scavenge the newest books for reading and getting more ideas for my own writings.
Nicknames? Hm... Depends on who calls me. Sometimes is just 'You!', but that is when my elder brother calls on me for something. In the beginning of my penpal career I chose alias of Rain. Still holds. My penpal graciously gifted me the name of 'Rena, while my beta, when she wants rile me up, calls me a bitch. Charming, no? But otherwise? Dogsbody, Shika, Shikamaru..... but usually, I am being found on 'net under the name of Eirenei.
Fanfiction? Hm... Hell, yeah. Present and reading since .... let's see, that was still the era of Windows '98.... 'scuse me, I am not very good with years. Hm.... Some eleven years and counting. I stumbled upon it by chance, as I was wildly curious of the pairing of Vegeta and Bulma from DragonBall Z, which later evolved into being wildly curious about Vegeta and Goku from the self same anime. And from then on, as they say, it was history. I swear, my first intentions were pure - like not driven-yet snow - just improving my English, because I was a horrible pants with it, on the point of being threatened to be actually thrown out of the school if I don't improve it. Hated the idea of learning all the verbs and times and whatever else English language consisted of. I could read just fine, but learning grammar was torture. Still, did it and now it's my guilty pleasure to drive my mom bonkers with it - she is expert in German, while me and my brother have dominion over English. Mwahaha. /Ahem/. Still, I wonder what would my old English teachers say, what with me abusing their well-meaning teachings to write smut - and not only that, but a smut of homosexual variant....? /Ponders/. Well, Mum did threaten me to get one of them to translate one of my projects when she was pissed off /sheepish/, but let's not even get there, yeah? Now, I am proud owner of some 58 works and counting with a plethora of plotdragons to boot. I intend to write original works too, but for now... I am almost swamped with the little critters I have to groom, feed and write out to readers' satisfaction. And this blog will document the process.
Brave enough to accompany me on my crazy journeys? Then, dear reader, do go on.
Signing off,
Eirenei
My works on FF_net
My works on AO3
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
('Basket Case', by Green Day)
Well, hell.
This is some kind of a project for me to record my ups and downs, highs and lows and be generally a loveable basket case I am in my real life. Because every once in a while I am tired of being a nice person, but since bitching is largerly frowned upon in our society, I am undermining the rules by the means of creating this particular blog.
What will I write about here? Mainly my writing projects, everyday occurences, problems, the days when it's all goes smoothly and some days when everything goes to the deep end in a hurry.
Who am I? I am tempted to write that I am just a kid, but that would be outright lie, so... alright, I am half grown-up kid. I don't think being between twenties and thirties could count as a grown up years and besides, the people still see me like some eighteen year old brat..../sweatdrop/ I am not helping my image, am I?
Likes? Reading manga, listening to the music, watching the stars, snoozing in my favorite sunspot, sometimes talking with people. Also, my pet cat Riki and to a lesser extent, our German Shepherd, Sani. Also... writing.
Dislikes? Being woken up, cold places, cold in general, with exception of cold drinks and ice cream, time of an internet curfew or when internet is gutted, the notion I gotta be grown up all the time and not understanding what people are talking to me about. I am deaf, so this is really a problem for me. Oh, and Math with creepy crawlies. Yuck.
Hobbies? Um... Er.... do any of the past ones count? Well, currently it's writing fanfiction, I also had a short binge on painting and drawing, and I still have to finish the tapestry or whatmacallit is the thing with needles and threads... hopefully I will finish it soon, but I am not exactly counting on it. And reading. You can almost always find me either with computer or in a library trying to scavenge the newest books for reading and getting more ideas for my own writings.
Nicknames? Hm... Depends on who calls me. Sometimes is just 'You!', but that is when my elder brother calls on me for something. In the beginning of my penpal career I chose alias of Rain. Still holds. My penpal graciously gifted me the name of 'Rena, while my beta, when she wants rile me up, calls me a bitch. Charming, no? But otherwise? Dogsbody, Shika, Shikamaru..... but usually, I am being found on 'net under the name of Eirenei.
Fanfiction? Hm... Hell, yeah. Present and reading since .... let's see, that was still the era of Windows '98.... 'scuse me, I am not very good with years. Hm.... Some eleven years and counting. I stumbled upon it by chance, as I was wildly curious of the pairing of Vegeta and Bulma from DragonBall Z, which later evolved into being wildly curious about Vegeta and Goku from the self same anime. And from then on, as they say, it was history. I swear, my first intentions were pure - like not driven-yet snow - just improving my English, because I was a horrible pants with it, on the point of being threatened to be actually thrown out of the school if I don't improve it. Hated the idea of learning all the verbs and times and whatever else English language consisted of. I could read just fine, but learning grammar was torture. Still, did it and now it's my guilty pleasure to drive my mom bonkers with it - she is expert in German, while me and my brother have dominion over English. Mwahaha. /Ahem/. Still, I wonder what would my old English teachers say, what with me abusing their well-meaning teachings to write smut - and not only that, but a smut of homosexual variant....? /Ponders/. Well, Mum did threaten me to get one of them to translate one of my projects when she was pissed off /sheepish/, but let's not even get there, yeah? Now, I am proud owner of some 58 works and counting with a plethora of plotdragons to boot. I intend to write original works too, but for now... I am almost swamped with the little critters I have to groom, feed and write out to readers' satisfaction. And this blog will document the process.
Brave enough to accompany me on my crazy journeys? Then, dear reader, do go on.
Signing off,
Eirenei
My works on FF_net
My works on AO3
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