Your Chance to Blow this Opportunity Comes Once in a Lifetime

Because it is awesome and win.

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(Ladies and gentleman, the entertainment the bird is capable of creating. Or causing. Or something.)

Original Fiction

• Fourth Moon
  • A pack of outcasts finds their makeshift home under attack, and must decide between escaping with their lives or helping defend the land that's rejected them.
• Finding Fireflies
  • Two teens set out on a road trip to see how much of what they know online is reality and how much is merely imagination.
• Destruction of Property
  • Sick of the brainwashing he sees the system committing, a high school student commits a school shooting to get the country's attention.
• Free Wifi and a Ford Focus
  • In a not-so-distant era where the economy has all but collapsed and internet access is cheaper than a good meal, a young woman journals her time living out of her car.

Fan-Fiction

• Burning Leaves
  • Naruto streetracing AU
• Lazy Misogynistic Crybabies and the Women Who Love Them
  • Temari and Shikamaru's first few months together
• Habits
  • (technically can be done where it is, but should be finished for real) TemaShika/ChouIno in the days after Asuma's death
• Sanin Monogatari
  • Orochimaru's POV - growing up in their shadows all the time, when really, they needed him to be strong at all
• TemaIno random hotness
  • Temari. Ino. A shower. Need I say more?
• The Forwardness of Haruhi Suzumiya
  • Someone needs to remedy how short the list of good Kyon/Haruhi fic is
• Avatar continuation
  • (not like fifty other people aren't doing it, but there needs to be one out there that's NOT Zutara...)

RPG

• ShinoHina/Team 8 world (not my turn, so currently not my fault)
• Toph's "No Flakes Allowed"
• Lyra's "Bounty Hunting" and "Don't Take My Son"
• Rya's registration profile
• Ruleset for Avatar: Holocaust
• Lyra's tournament match (not my turn, so currently not my fault)

The official "Has Ly kept up on her writing?" counter

• Last Week: (Was thrown out because Kiwi was still here and I wrote about 15 pages of HTML)
• This Week:
  • Main Project: 0000/2050
  • Side Project: 0830/2000

To whom it may concern,

From 2 on Thursday until 7 on Sunday, I will be in NYC.

The main purpose of my visit is to see Kiwi, but I'm open to suggestions for other activities as well.

So here's my baby. Who's a little stoned from post-op meds in that pic, but is still darling.

We wound up naming her Sheva, because we couldn't choose between the other names.

We love her forever and ever.

This is my new baby. She's an 8 month old Elkhound/German Shepard mix. She's sweet and very happy about everything... she's basically got a lot of energy without being truly hyper. She's about 30lbs and fluffy, and comes up to my knee. She's very intelligent, likes to play but not too rough, and is kind of oblivious to what goes on around her.

She needs a name.

POLL TIME.

Poll #1423109
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

What am I naming my new baby?

OF AWESOME.

PLEASE SEE MY ICON.

THAT IS ALL.

AND LOOKED AT THIS WEEK'S SPOILER PICTURES.

JUST LIKE I KNEW I WOULD.

AND THE FANGIRLING COMMENCED.

AND WILL NOT STOP FOR WEEKS TO COME I SUSPECT.

OH GOD I'M HAPPY NOW.

Booorrreeeed. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Boredbored.

If anyone else on my f-list suffers from depression, you'll understand what I mean by I'm in that pit of boredom that only depression can cause.

If any of ya'll are bipolar, then you'll probably REALLY understand, because I'm that hyperactive sort of depressed where I can't sit still and yet I can't stand to do anything because nothing's interesting and I just don't care.

It's Father's Day, so everyone else is out with their dads, so I'm double screwed. Of course my roommates aren't, but none of them ever feel like socializing with me anyway, so I'm still bored.

Tried playing Halo, that only served to irritate me.

I think I'm gonna go work out or something... Yeah... probably... though even that sounds far from appealing, just because my good headphones broke so now only the chunky ones are alive...

Really, really weird dream last night. Involving my parents trying to get me to move to some little town they were going to, me going, this huuuge apartment I got (it was awesome... I had a maid and everything... but... I missed my friends and wanted to come back to live with everyone still D: ) ...the weirdest part was that mom and I were supposed to be driving over this huge mountain, but somehow that arrived at us... taking the steepest, craziest escalators I've ever seen up the damn mountain (on foot, of course).

Man, I can see sooo much symbolism in this mess...

Well, kind of.

This is for all you ladies (and the guys too I guess) who know there's chocolate chips in your cupboard, and when a chocolate craving hits, you just want to eat them.

But oh, your diet/figure/ass.

My solution? This eggless cookie dough recipie I found and modified - it's just enough to satisfy your craving, without breaking the bank or your waistline... plus, it's kind of healthy if you make it with wheat flour like I do, and it's quick enough that you'll actually do it instead of just eating the bag of chocochips.

*1/4 cup wheat flour
*1 1/4 tablespoons brown sugar
*1 1/4 tablespoons white sugar
*1 tablespoon light butter, softened (12 seconds in the microwave does it about right)
*1/8 teaspoon vanilla extract
*1 tablespoon water
*pinch of salt (just one shake will do it)
*1 to 1 1/2 tablespoons chocolate chips (mini needs less than regular to be about the same amount)

So, almost-melt the butter in a small bowl, then throw everything else but the chocochips in. Stir it all up till it's mixed well, then toss in the chocochips and stir it up again.

Toss it in the freezer for about 5 minutes, just to chill it a bit - walla!

On a related note: I've found that you can disguise the presence of wheat flour in almost anything sweet simply by doubling the amount of vanilla. Hence, if you use white flour in the above recipie, unless you really like vanilla flavor, go easy on it.

A post everyone should read, about how badly our culture needs to step up and say something more about rape.

It focuses on how men need to set a better example for other men, but I'll say that women need to set a better example too.

I'm sure most my f-list knows by now that I'm far from a "no sex before marriage" or an "only one partner in your life" believer... but the world needs to understand that no means no, and that being totally wasted also means no.

Also, the best description I've ever heard of what sex is supposed to be based around:

"It's not just that he doesn't push, it's active respect and a firm belief in the 'enthusiastic collaboration' standard of consent."

There's not much worth reporting, and I got few photos of my costume, and Kiwi's sadly didn't get done, and Temari didn't fit over my boobs anymore....

So yeah. Probably the best pic of me as Hinata, which links (kinda) to one of the photo albums from our group.

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This moment of rage brought to you by our internet being cut off earlier; fortunately it got cleared up or else my rage would be further.

(Don't ask. Especially don't ask Xan. I just needed to rage.)

I know, I'm just journal spamming this week, aren't I? Sorry guys.

Working on some lyrics... when I say they're rough, I mean it. This is something that came to me as random bits instead of a nice poem, which probably has more to do with all the caffeine in my system than anything else, so hopefully I'll be able to touch it up myself tomorrow.

The chorus feels pretty solid, but the rest... feels really random. I know I want at least part to be in Spanish, probably either the bridge or the crossovers between the verse and chorus, so not all of it has to be made super-pretty in English to begin with. I just really would love some help touching this up... (And Deb, I'm probably going to be throwing this to you to figure out what it'll actually sound like... I have an idea of what I want, but other than a light industrial beat and there needing to be a "blank radio dial" type moment, I have no real specifics... XD you'll get to have fun. I hope.)

( Event Horizon )

Whadda ya know?

Your result for Which fantasy writer are you?...

Philip Pullman (b.1946)

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...To this day, I still say my name is far, far, FAR more ironic than I ever meant it to be, considering I hadn't even read his stuff when I chose this name.

Dommy drew Ko!

But if you come home and your daughter's dead?

It's because she put a run in my fucking $80 dress. Y'know, the white one with the flowers and the black straps that I bought SPECIFICALLY because I knew Kiwi'd drop at the sight of it? That I've been wearing to work at random?

Mm-hmm. She decided that she was going to sink her claws into it - and me - while I was wearing it and put a run in it. Right at the top where it's well visible.

(No, not mad at you or anything, Sekai. Just warning you that your daughter gets to spend most of the remaining time till you get home in your room.)

So since I've gotten back from NC, I've done the dishes almost every day, and I'm pretty damn sure I'm the only one who's done them (except for maybe once from Sekai while she was still in town).

The trash has also not been taken out unless I either do it myself or specifically tell one of the boys to do it (except, again, once apparently), and it's had to be taken out every other day, minimum, and often even then a second trash can worth of stuff has already piled up on the counter (that's what happens when you effectively have six+ people living here... you get a LOT of trash.)

Last night before I went to bed, I left a not-entirely-polite but not-really-that-bitchy-either note over the sink that was basically "I'm going crazy from doing SO MUCH dishes, someone else please do it? Seriously, I'll pay you."

I didn't expect to wake up to find the dishes done - it was already 3 AM.

I also didn't expect to wake up to find my note gone and nowhere in sight.

...SERIOUSLY, WHY ARE MEN CONTAGIOUS TO DOING THE DISHES?!

(And if either one of them tries to pull the "but you make a lot of the dishes because you do all the cooking" bullshit? Then I ain't cooking anything for either of them ever again. Ugh.)