- A/N: I AM SOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!! I did not abandon my story. My brother had to put the computer in the pawn shop. We just got it back yesterday. I hope it wasn't forgotten. And I hope all of the readers will come back to finish this. Also, I added an extra chapter. So now it will go to 12 with a possible epilogue. Not sure yet. I will leave it up to all of you. Anyway, as i've said, I hope this wasn't forgotten. Here is chapter 4. enjoy.
- [Author's note:] I would say this is a song fic except I don't think it really is
- Summary: Misery loves company. Snow is beautiful and gentle, but frozen. Ash is what is left behind after being consumed by the flames of fear and hatred. What if the battle isn't over?
- Summary: Not sure if this won’t in the end stay a one shot. Revisited something that featured in my very first fan fic, Low Man’s Lyric. Dean is so broken down he is in the loony bin after a suicide attempt. If it does get continued, it will predictably end where it always ends. Right now, it’s just terribly depressing. And to think it was the pudding that made me think of it again….
- Summary: He’s been rolling around for a long time, is it time to stop rolling? (I know I suck at summaries, I'm still accepting ideas for a better one)
- -oh, yeah, and stuffs here are all made up. :P
i don't know the real things, so these are all made up by me. :D
all pure fictions. - Disclamer: lets just say i now hate the word "disclame" now ....
- Summry: what happen when you wake up one day married?
Reminder!: all chapters (but that proloug and/or first chapter) are F-lock
if you want to read plese live a comment saying so, and i'll add you. - Title: Where is my pants?
- Note: I had fun exploring Dean's and Jimmy's feelings for Castiel in this chapter (hence the title), I also amused myself immensely...which can be dangerous! XD and soon there's gonna be slash! *insert squeal* but not yet.......as It's fun.......making you guys........wait ^_~
- Summary: The demons put a curse on Castiel, and now he's gone missing?! Oh no! Where for art thou Cas-baby? (*ehem* excuse me, my love for Cas overwhelmed me for a second! XD) Without the angel's powers, Dean is stuck in the past? man is he screwed or what?! Also, everybody clap for our Guest Star; Jimmy! >.< Woohoo!
- preamble:Italic words,flashbacks.
- Summary: Gerard can't see color anymore. He's depressed so he shoots himself about a second before Frank comes through the door.
- Summary: It's perfect and it isn't.
- A/N: Umm. Umm. It's been a year. Or more. Or less. I'm not sure. But this is the update. Umm. Umm. I hope my readers will still read this despite it's lame content. Ohh it's so hard to write crack these days, I hope I won't disappoint you guys too much.
Which Alabamian malapropronunciation is funniest?
Poll #2225
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Poll #2225
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 12
Which Alabamian mispronunciation is funnier
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the "suit" of furniture (living room suits, starting at just 399.99... bedroom suits, starting at 499.99...)![]()
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12 (100.0%)
"repertory" (repertory theatre!)![]()
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0 (0.0%)
- oh, almost forgot, to avoid confusions, the words in BLUE is they're speaking in english.
- Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE
- Warnings: Slashy bent
Summary: Back but not really back. - Summery:"But, there's one more thing that needs to be done."
"What's that?" He whispered.
"You." - Summary: Some crazy idea put into fiction.
The original Star Wars trilogy has more parental issues than Tim Burton's Willy Wonka, the most recent (Jason Isaacs) film of Peter Pan, and the back catolog of Parenting magazine put together. ( Thoughts on evil or dead parents )
First lecture back, and it was about learning styles and Gardner's multiple intelligences. While I 100% support anyone working in education having to learn about this, I just wish we'd been given the schedule ahead of time. It would have saved me a few hours of stifling yawns.
When I say that multiple intelligences is one of my mother's hobby horses to the extent that when she was getting her MA in education when I was in middle school I already knew what they were, and that when we covered them in AP/IB Psychology in high school I learned nothing new about them at all despite them taking up a good third of a chapter in the college-level textbook, well.
I didn't take any notes last night. Instead I filled four pages in my composition book with drawings of a skeleton, my niece, a disembodied Vulcan ear, a burlesque science fiction outfit, a voluptuous woman in Victorian menswear, a dragonfly, two disembodied heads, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia with their arms linked, and Karl Urban in the pose of Da Vinci's circle musculature dude.
When I say that multiple intelligences is one of my mother's hobby horses to the extent that when she was getting her MA in education when I was in middle school I already knew what they were, and that when we covered them in AP/IB Psychology in high school I learned nothing new about them at all despite them taking up a good third of a chapter in the college-level textbook, well.
I didn't take any notes last night. Instead I filled four pages in my composition book with drawings of a skeleton, my niece, a disembodied Vulcan ear, a burlesque science fiction outfit, a voluptuous woman in Victorian menswear, a dragonfly, two disembodied heads, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia with their arms linked, and Karl Urban in the pose of Da Vinci's circle musculature dude.
Here's a quick one-person lunch that I made by combining a recipe for mini-quiche with a recipe for "spanako-quesadillas" (spanakopita-quesadilla mash-up: spanakopita is an incredibly delicious Greek spinach pie in layers upon layers of buttery pastry, and if you have not had it I pity you sincerely).
Sun-dried Tomato & Feta Quichesadilla
Sun-dried Tomato & Feta Quichesadilla
1 flour tortilla & olive oil for cooking
filling:
+ handful of fresh rucola or an equivalent amount of some other greens (ex. spinach; frozen is fine)
+ small handful of feta cubes
+ a couple of tablespoons of sun-dried tomatoes, smallish/diced
+ 1 egg
+/- a clove of garlic
seasoning:
+ salt & pepper to taste
+ a pinch of nutmeg
on the side:
a bit of fresh salad (ex. lettuce & tomato)
- Cook the greens. Heat a few teaspoons of oil on medium till hot, then drop in fresh garlic and fry. Add greens to the oil and cook at same temperature about 5 minutes, stirring carefully.
- Mix the filling. Scrape the contents of the skillet into a bowl. Add the egg and the handfuls of sundried tomato and feta; sprinkle with seasonings; mix. Remember that all of this has to fit inside 1 folded tortilla, so don't be too liberal.
- Cook. Wipe any bits of greens/garlic out of the skillet. Pour in a tablespoon of oil and drop in the tortilla. Leave it there 30 seconds or so, until it's warm, and then carefully spoon the filling into the center of one half of the tortilla. The egg will probably ooze out on the edges; just push it back with a spatula so that it sticks to the edge of the tortilla. Fold the empty half of the tortilla over and press it in place gently with the spatula. Cover the pan and let it cook for 3-5 minutes. Uncover and turn it over carefully. Cook an additional few minutes.
- Serve. This is oily and rich, so eat it with some fresh veggies or something else to cut the flavors. I garnished it with a diced tomato and a handful of chopped rucola.
The reason that I actually started rereading old Discworld books was because of Vetinari/Drumknott. As I mentioned before, I was converted to a Vetinari/Drumknott shipper at Yuletide this year despite not having thought about the pairing before, and was dismayed to find that the recipient of both (gen, UST, short) pieces,
kindkit, was also the only person writing it. She's also made a resource post-cum-manifesto for the pairing that referred to several passages particularly in the Social Improvement of Ankh-Morpork books, which inspired me to reread Going Postal, Making Money, and The Truth.
But as I mentioned a few days ago, after the epiphany begun in The Last Hero, which reached its tipping point in Unseen Academicals, those three re-reads appeared to me in an entirely different light! Suddenly it was "I see Ponder/Ridcully!" left and right. I still don't know exactly how I feel about this: I like the pairing, okay, and Iwant crave to read it (glurk), but I am (1.) opposed to them actually having sex, not so much because it would be gross (I don't mind old man pairings per se: old people can have sex, that's fine with me!) as because I can't really reconcile the thought of them as sexual beings with canon; and (2.) a little put off by the fact that Ridcully is basically 100% my grandfather, which is intermittently very unnerving.
After The Truth I turned my attention to books with high Ponder/Ridcully content and reread:
kindkit, was also the only person writing it. She's also made a resource post-cum-manifesto for the pairing that referred to several passages particularly in the Social Improvement of Ankh-Morpork books, which inspired me to reread Going Postal, Making Money, and The Truth. But as I mentioned a few days ago, after the epiphany begun in The Last Hero, which reached its tipping point in Unseen Academicals, those three re-reads appeared to me in an entirely different light! Suddenly it was "I see Ponder/Ridcully!" left and right. I still don't know exactly how I feel about this: I like the pairing, okay, and I
After The Truth I turned my attention to books with high Ponder/Ridcully content and reread:
- Soul Music. The book in which Hex is first introduced, and contains a sub-plot with the senior wizards getting addicted to Music with Rocks In and Ridcully and Ponder's attempts to investigate and deal with it. Cute, but the pairing would have to be at an infantile stage. They are more familiar later.
- Hogfather. The wizards investigate the random appearance of new occult personifications, starting with the Verruca Gnome, following the excess of belief provided by the Hogfather's temporary disappearance. Hex has grown fairly large and the wizard subplot is about half sock monsters and cheerfulness fairies and half computer jokes (Anthill inside!). Hex, of course, means Ponder.
( LET THE QUOTAGE BEGIN )
This weekend Brother Windows Metal1 loaned us his second car, and we used it to do things. Thursday we did the grocery shopping at one of those large suburban shopping centers, and bought things not carried at the corner store or the posh food boutique at our favorite department store (such as oregano in bulk, strawberry-lime cider, peach-mango black tea and salt & vinegar potato chips). Then Friday we drove to
anglepoiselamp's apartment in the suburbs (after getting lost for about 45 minutes) and installed Kubuntu Karmic Koala on her spare partition, because she has been having Problems of Death with Windows 7 on her brand new desktop. Then yesterday we got up early and took all our dead electronics accumulated in the last six years to the closest electronics recycling station. These included:
i: ~The Dead Electronics List~
After returning from this expedition - before breakfast - we collected all the old clothes around the house. This amounted to:
ii: ~The Unwearable Clothes List~
We drove across town searching in vain for a Goodwill drop box before it occurred to me to call
morningfine. She was our savior, and we went to scoop her up in the car, and she directed us to a parking lot near the hospital where we dumped all the old clothes before driving downtown to meet up with
satu who was briefly in town. Our adventures weren't over, however, because:
iii: ~The Parking Garage of Pure Evil~
We tried to park in the first non-empty parking garage we found downtown, and I forget what it's called - maybe City Center or something. The thing is, this parking garage is exposed to the open air, not underground, and the ramp leading to it is not roofed. This ramp was steep and covered in snow and ice and the first thing we saw was an electrician's van parked smack-dab at the top of it. When we turned up to the ramp to the upper level we found out why... we couldn't get up it. The car would chug up to the top, then right before the final hump that would lead to leveling out, the wheels would spin furiously.
Now, I grew up in Alabama, and I don't know much about driving on snow/ice except, basically:
So when the wheels spun furiously and then the car started creaking, and Wax said "Oh shit," and it actually started to slide backwards down the ramp, I shrieked, because, obviously, I thought we were probably going to die. When the car slid sideways while sliding backwards down the ramp and into the wall of the ramp (well, it would have if not for the several feet of snow drifts there providing a bumper), I sort of started rocking and whimpering. My hardy, Finnish companions were very annoyed and kept making comments like "You're not helping!" but I could not rid myself of my terror until they finally gave up on getting up the ramp (after 2 tries) and we left the garage without parking, and went to Anttila's garage, which is entirely inside a building.
And then we had fun with our friends, came home, and reorganized the living room. The De-Clutteringening had made space for an additional computer (Six, the WinBorg XP box) as well as 6 out of 7 shelves of paperback fiction from the bedroom bookcase in the living room bookcases, after extraneous items were moved into the built-in cabinets in the hall closet which were previously completely full of junk. Also, you can now see the bedroom wall! \o/
1. Brother Windows and Brother Linux both work in computers and are both geeks. They acquired their names back when Brother Linux was running Slackware and Brother Windows was still running XP, but Brother Windows has since converted his home system to Linux Mint (An Ubuntu Gnome-based distro) and has even surreptitiously installed Mint in VirtualBox on his work machine, running with his second monitor, and now uses it all day and the Windows machine not at all. He should probably, at this point, be renamed. I could call them Brother BB and Brother Triplets? Or perhaps I'll go with Brother Metal and Brother ThinkGeek (BrotherWindows Metal is also a geek, but his geekery is more to do with movies and pop culture. Threadless is the t-shirt store of his dreams, whereas Brother Linux ThinkGeek could happily move into the ThinkGeek store, I think, if he were willing to move places without his wife, whose ideal location is rainbow-colored and sparkly, like the interior of your friendly local Indian homegoods store). Brother Windows Metal, or
mece66, is a BNF in the black & death metal fandom on Twitter, so this is his defining feature. Brother Linux ThinkGeek is more about nature photography and/or esoteric gadgets.
i: ~The Dead Electronics List~
- Gleeb the green-tinted 13" monitor from the 1990s, still chugging along, but greenly and with smaller than 800x600 resolution
- Wax's last cathode-ray monitor,
1719", dead since 2005 - The giant television weighing more than I do which has been dead since 2005 when I dropped it on its face
We had to leave the broken LCD monitor in the basement because they charge you to take more than 3 monitors at a time- Four keyboards
- Two modems
- A toaster
- A microwave
- A bag containing three graphics cards, a sound card, three hard drives, a broken power source, and a number of other things
We meant to throw away another bag of cables, a broken clock, and a bag of dead electronics from
anglepoiselamp that we collected night before last, but forgot to bring them with us, so they reside now in the basement
After returning from this expedition - before breakfast - we collected all the old clothes around the house. This amounted to:
ii: ~The Unwearable Clothes List~
- Four Ikea-bag-sized paper bags occupying most of the wall of our bedroom, and
- Seven or eight plastic trash bags filling most of the floor of our basement storage room, containing
- Many clothes that have been too big for Wax since 2007, when she went on Effexor and went down from size 44? to size 38
- About four pairs of high school/college jeans of mine, ie tight high-waisted (ie above the hip-bone) bell bottoms, completely devoid of stretch, that are now too short and which I haven't fit into since I went off the evil anorexia-causing Prozac in 2003
- Enough fifteen-year-old clothes from when Wax was in high school, including oceans of hideous colored denim and striped chenille from the mid 90s, to fill 2 shelves in our closet before we cleaned it out 3 years ago
I didn't know that they took shoes as well, so our old shoes, dating back only to 2006 when we last threw away old shoes, are still filling a shelf in the hall closet: 3 pairs of dead sneakers, 2 pairs of hideous sandals, 1 pair purple satin formal sandals from the 90s, 1 pair hideous canvas and cork wedges
We drove across town searching in vain for a Goodwill drop box before it occurred to me to call
iii: ~The Parking Garage of Pure Evil~
We tried to park in the first non-empty parking garage we found downtown, and I forget what it's called - maybe City Center or something. The thing is, this parking garage is exposed to the open air, not underground, and the ramp leading to it is not roofed. This ramp was steep and covered in snow and ice and the first thing we saw was an electrician's van parked smack-dab at the top of it. When we turned up to the ramp to the upper level we found out why... we couldn't get up it. The car would chug up to the top, then right before the final hump that would lead to leveling out, the wheels would spin furiously.
Now, I grew up in Alabama, and I don't know much about driving on snow/ice except, basically:
- Don't do it because you will probably die (absorbed from Alabamian culture), and
- It is mysterious and a difficult and arcane art known to people from the rest of the country, although not so difficult that Alabamians aren't really stupid about it because the amount of snow we get there is not enough to actually impede driving (from my parents, who did not grow up in Alabama).
So when the wheels spun furiously and then the car started creaking, and Wax said "Oh shit," and it actually started to slide backwards down the ramp, I shrieked, because, obviously, I thought we were probably going to die. When the car slid sideways while sliding backwards down the ramp and into the wall of the ramp (well, it would have if not for the several feet of snow drifts there providing a bumper), I sort of started rocking and whimpering. My hardy, Finnish companions were very annoyed and kept making comments like "You're not helping!" but I could not rid myself of my terror until they finally gave up on getting up the ramp (after 2 tries) and we left the garage without parking, and went to Anttila's garage, which is entirely inside a building.
And then we had fun with our friends, came home, and reorganized the living room. The De-Clutteringening had made space for an additional computer (Six, the WinBorg XP box) as well as 6 out of 7 shelves of paperback fiction from the bedroom bookcase in the living room bookcases, after extraneous items were moved into the built-in cabinets in the hall closet which were previously completely full of junk. Also, you can now see the bedroom wall! \o/
1. Brother Windows and Brother Linux both work in computers and are both geeks. They acquired their names back when Brother Linux was running Slackware and Brother Windows was still running XP, but Brother Windows has since converted his home system to Linux Mint (An Ubuntu Gnome-based distro) and has even surreptitiously installed Mint in VirtualBox on his work machine, running with his second monitor, and now uses it all day and the Windows machine not at all. He should probably, at this point, be renamed. I could call them Brother BB and Brother Triplets? Or perhaps I'll go with Brother Metal and Brother ThinkGeek (Brother
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