Title: Fateful Night
Author: alisanne
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Written for snupin100's challenge: #171 Kisses
Characters: Remus/Severus
Beta: sevfan
Authors Notes: Timing is everything.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

( Fateful Night )

Okay, so remember that spastic thing my laptop was doing last winter? Where it would spontaneously encrypt whatever document I had been working on, replacing about half the characters with undecypherable glyphs, and scrambling the rest by paragraph sections?

That thing the whole format C and reinstall the lot was meant to cure?

Yeah.

So apparently, it's still doing that. Only since the lobotomy, it's just hiding the fact from me. That's why it siezed up twice this morning, it seems, and once a lovely sysadmin clued me into finding the hidden files, I discovered the temp files in an unreadable condition. Well... nearly unreadable. Turns out, with a lot of patience, and a beer or two, I've been able to mostly reassemble a page or so of the material I'd lost I'm carrying on with it, mostly out of sheer, bloody minded perversity at this point, not because I think the text was really worth all that effort. I just don't want to have to rewrite the beginning of the whole stinking book!

Lazy of me, I know. And I'll most likely wind up scrapping it at some point or other anyway, but for now, by god, I have battled it back from the grip of entropy, and I'm bloody well gonna USE it!

Even if it did make me miss my much-needed chiropractor's appointment this afternoon.
Damn it.

So what are we having for dinner? Aside from more beer, that is?

Today was the last day of a quasi-archaeological exhibition in the University Library on the early settlements on the right bank of Wisła. Being me I failed to see it earlier. I also failed to check the summer opening hours. Till 16:00 on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Guh! But I was on errand from my work today and I decided to do a little detour. I asked the guards where the exhibit is and the guy said they closed it today at 10:00 He was very amused and said that there were several groups in here today to see it. I'm going to complain *snerk*

So how about a little concert in the evening integrated with lecture about baroque music? There was a lecture all right, but no music because the sonnets were meant to be played with an accompaniment and guy's basso continuo didn't make it. pffft

So how about a nice chit-chat?

"Doctors are in fact charlatans. This is the only profession that takes money for something they don't know and can't do. It's a corporation, a clan blah-blah-blah"

"What are you on about?"

"Let's take Alzheimer or any other genetic disease. They will tell you that it's genetic, oh yes. But which gene is actually responsible, that they cannot tell. And forget about curing it. They will treat the symptoms." *accusing stab of his finger*

"From what I know the cause of Alzheimer isn't known, so how can you cure it?"

"Exactly!"

"Exactly what?"

"They claim they can cure people and in fact they are cheats!"

"Who claims that they can cure Alzheimer?"

"Not Alzheimer, and not many other diseases. But they are specialists in medicine and who should know that things if not them?"

"Nobody knows it. How can they practise something that isn't known to any human being?"

"That's not the point. They don't know it. Imagine going to the engineer and telling him that you want to have a bridge built. He takes full responsibility if the bridge collapses. And doctors? You might die and nothing happens to them."

"Bridges and people aren't the same."

"They are. On a quantum level."

"Do you go to a doctor on a quantum level?"

"That's not the point. Aristotle said-"

I don't know what was the point. The discussion changed the course and it ended with him learning that there is a way of being granted medical services from your insurance even if in your local clinic they say that they don't have free places this year. You simply call the insurance and they give you addresses. He seemed satisfied and didn't discuss Aristotle and bridges any more.

I rarely had the sense of unreality this strong. At first I was suspecting that he's joking, that this is some kind of Monty Python sketch, but it wasn't, he was serious. What I wrote doesn't render his speech in its full glory.

Do I even want to go to work tomorrow?

... got everything in the house I needed to get done done, am just about finished packing and am waiting on the man to run me to the hotel. Dragon Con starts for me in T minus 45 minutes and counting.

have a great weekend, a fabulous holiday and remember, no blowing up shit without me!

I'm following John Hodgman on Twitter, and he's currently tweeting (haha, I am thoroughly amused by that verb) about Hodg*Con 08 ... a convention consisting solely of himself. Very amusing.

I ♥ Hodgface.

So I went to take a short nap last night at 8 o'clock before I tackled some things on my to-do list like send out p_p invites, answer some comments/email and do some RPing. Um. I woke up from said short nap at 7:30 this morning. I've been...a little tired lately. Sadly I could still take a nap right now.

I currently have no furniture in my apartment (unless you count an air mattress furniture, which I don't.) Two-pronged moving is a pain in the butt seriously. (Six days left! Six! \0/)

You know you've officially become a Massachusetts resident when you're rewatching Men In Black for the thousandth time as ze_dragon and I were recently and when they zoom in on Truro, MA on a satellite map you suddenly turn to one another at the same time and say, dude, that's so very much the wrong end of the Cape, duh.

Anyway, to sum up, life lately = pretty much working and moving accompanied by a lot of Old 97's interspersed with some Van Morrison to help with the staying sane part.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about the Old 97s the past few days because when I say I've been listening a lot I mean probably 20 hours a day worth of listening. (That's really not all that much of an overexaggeration, sadly. *g*)

( In which Femme goes off on a somewhat emo tangent about the Old 97's )

Anyone want to beta a Bellatrix-centric genfic of ~1,100 words, which is my femgenficathon submission? It has some disturbing imagery combining small children and death (...what? This is my second Bella genfic with such a warning, you say? You sense a theme? No, no. How can you. There is none, I tell you. *g*), that's pretty much about it. Oh, and also, canon character death.

I'd be happy to return the favour, since I love beta work and am very nit-picky about it.

( RL - work and the cousin )

See you on the other side of these three days of hell!

LPGA to require English for intl players. I read this article a few days and thought it was a stupid ruling. The MLB or NBA doesn't force their international players to speak English or else suspend them. Yes, those players learn English because they want to communicate to their teammates and because they're playing in another country, but they're not forced to learn. They have their translators or in the case of Melky on the Yankees, Robbie or Bobby is right there with him to help translate. It doesn't stop the sponsor money from coming in. Heck, it brings more coverage from those players' countries. Look at Yao Ming of the Rockets and how big of a star he is in China. Or Ichiro of the Mariners and Hideki of the Yankees for their country of Japan. Huge. I'm not the only one thinking it's a dumb rule either.

On a happier note, Supernatural season 3 DVD comes out next week. Giggity. So excited. The only series I have on DVD is Sex and the City and I bought the complete pack. The fiance buys the House DVDs and we still haven't bought the latest one just yet. Someday I'll actually buy the Charmed series.

I think I've finished my Kill Bill vid. \o/ It's simplistic because it was my first with moving footage instead of just photos, but it works for me.

Windows ate all my work of today.

(Wait for it...)

Twice.

And in such close succession that, upon my recovering all but a few paragraphs of the work in the first reboot, that recovered document was expunged in the second siezure. Of that recovered document, there is now no trace. I am... well, how to put this decently... I'm not at the screaming and throwing things stage, but it is only through an effort of will on my part, and because I already have a headache brewing, and don't want to turn it into a migraine by way of elevated blood pressure.

Thing is, the work I lost, I wasn't all that attached to. It was good, but it wasn't stellar. I'd have been far more upset to learn that I'd lost the stuff I wrote yesterday, or the day before, but what I was working on today was the actual BEGINNING, see? The hook, and the reel-in. The setup, the sketching in of the relevant details the reader needs to be going on with... and it was going okay. No, you don't understand, it was going OKAY! I didn't hate it! Do you know how huge that is for me?

Only now it's gone, as had I never done any of it. So I've got to go back and either rebuild it, or figure out something else to get the ball rolling with.
And what's more, it also means I can't trust Grainne anymore now, than I could do before I gave her the format C lobotomy. I can't afford to take the laptop out to the porch (as I'm doing today,) or to a coffeehouse, (as I did yesterday,) for fear that it'll sieze again, and rob me of more work. What the hell good is the thing if I can't even trust its backup software to function properly?

Comfort me please, oh flist great and puissant. Sure, if you think you can guide me through the windows labyrinth to the missing files, a clue would be great, but really what I'd like to have right now are a few headpats and some consolation over sucktasticness. Or maybe some good news from YOUR days.

What's going right in your lives then?
Share the non-suck?

Stashed a snupin100 drabble here: The Beginning of an Endless Consumption, PG

Don't know why. Stuff just comes out of me like that sometimes, usually when I least need it.

To-do shortlist, quill edition:
Tbranch ficlet
Snapelike Minerva
Bring Back The Porn stubbornness
Trading Places Kel Eyeroll
Outline SS: Yes, Rosy, Outline

*****
So I didn't comment much on the Olympics like I thought I would. I even made a new Olympic icon and never used it (looky now! *points up or over*).

The blessing and the curse turned out to be the TiVo and my curiosity about everything. Most of you probably didn't know this, but from about 2 am - 1 pm every day, the USA network covered various sports. MSNBC also showed various sports from 5 am - 2 pm. NBC would have 3-4 hours of coverage in the day in addition to the 4 - 5 hours at night, plus the two hours of late-night. Oxygen had a 2-hour broadcast with equestrian/synchronized swimming/gymnastics every weekday. Thank goodness I'm not interested in boxing, or I'd have thrown in CNBC as well.

All-told there was well over 24 hours of Olympic programming per day, and I was getting most of it on the Tivo. The first week, I watched the NBC night-time broadcast in real time for the excitement of "live" TV, and then I'd spend the next two hours going through what we'd recorded since I last went to bed. Oh yeah, there was a lot of fast-forwarding and skipping around. Sometimes, I'd have to record 7 hours of basketball/soccer/badminton/whatever to get at a half-hour of fencing or archery. From what I can tell, I still missed entire sports, even though I know they had to have been shown sometime in the week. But it only took not deleting immediately for one day to fill the TiVo, so at some points we had to get tough and dest stuff.

OK, so I got a little focused. *cheesy grin* You have to understand that I didn't get to see any Olympics until I was about 26, largely due to the fact that my mother and father, who controlled our two TVs growing up, weren't interested in them.

I became a little less focused in the second week because of several factors:
1. Bob Costas rubbed off on the (questionable) Jim Lampley: "Great Britain have won 40% of their medals in cycling. If only there was snooker, darts and a dog show."
2. I find the track athletes less compelling than the swimmers.
3. The overall US vs. China tone. Seriously, other countries were at the Olympics, right?

Still, if you missed Rhythmic gymnastics, you missed a thing of beauty, and you missed some serious crack watching the Synchronized swimmers with their plastered-on smiles. You missed the sheer masculinity of Canoe and the cheetah cries of wired fencers.

There are pictures of sailing events, but why bother showing them when not one of them made the 24-7 broadcasts? *scowl*

For some reason, I saw a lot of marathon and marathon-like events, including both pentathlons, both new swimming marathons, the cycling road races, both regular marathons and even the damn walking marathons. Now what was the universe trying to tell me....

Anyway, I don't recommend trying to see all of the Olympics, but I do recommend a TiVo if you want to see some of it. Oh, and other countries, to boot. See you in Vancouver!

*****
snapelyholidays sign-ups end tomorrow (Friday). Don't overload yourself, but if you want to get in on the ground floor of a new fest, and you of course love Snape!, then think about it....For about 5 more minutes before getting your sign-up done. Prompting is "light", which means you don't have to come up with a lot of ideas to join, but it would help if you are a tiny, tiny bit Snape-flexible. (See? My Snape bends right over - for men!) ~_^

love, lore

Title: Five of the Clock
Author: t_usual_suspect
Rating: Uhm. R
Fandom: Bandom--empires
Characters/pairings: Ryan/Sean/Tom, in various combinations, and empires gsf
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is just for fun. Suing me for money is about as productive an exercise as squeezing blood from a stone. I do not condone any illegal activities that may be written about in my fiction, nor do I partake in any of these activities personally. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, for the love of my sanity, hit the back button or DON'T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.
Summary: Max is getting really fucking irritated with his band. How hard is it to show up on time, damn it?
Warning: ridiculousness? threesomes? does that need a warning with the pairings...
Author's note: for e5chat fic exchange, for Participant Four. I'm sorry. I punked out. I hereby promise that porn will be forthcoming, as well as the first prompt on your list. But this is what came out this time. I hope you like it, at least. ~Hides~
Word count: 2,127

( Five of the Clock )

Letzthin bei Digg entdeckt: Winged Cats ;-)



Na ja, in dem Mythologien weltweit wimmelt es ja nur so von irgendwelchen Geflügelten Wesen... und damit sind beileibe nicht nur sowas wie Engel gemeint.
Es gibt sogar Schlangen, die fliegen oder zumindest Flügel haben.
Oder natürlich auch Drachen in verschiedenen Formen...

Title: Sacrifices
Author:aviss
Characters: Jim Gordon, Batman, Barbara Gordon
Rating: PG
Summary: They all made sacrifices for the city and Gordon's was the smallest one
Word Count: 752
Notes: I can't believe TDK has eaten my brain so, but it has. Probably the first on a Bruce/Gordon series, but right now a gen stand alone fic.

( They all made sacrifices for the city and Gordon's was the smallest one )

I don't know if anyone tried to read The Seriously Secret Diary of Theodore Remus Lupin after I linked to it yesterday, but something happened to my file and there was a big chunk missing out of the middle--not so good for continuity, yanno? So, now, it's fixed. :)

I don't think I've actually written 25 individual fics, so I will just list lines until I run out!
( ten, ten first lines, ah ah ah )

Can anyone tell me how to edit tags on IJ? I tried the 'edit tags' button, the 'edit entry' button but none of them worked. Am I missing something? the last drawing I posted on IJ is listed under a wrong tag and as it's a community tag, I need to change it as soon as possible...

Title: Doing His Duty
Author: alisanne
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco is a dutiful son.
Word Count: 100
Warnings: AU
A/N: Written for draco100's challenge #3: Duty
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

( Doing His Duty )

Please go and read this.

It won't spin you up, or make you angry -- as it's so easy for things to do in this politically charged time. No, it will ask you to think in the best of ways. It will ask you to really think about what you WANT your community to be -- what you WANT to see when you look around your home, your office, your street, your neighborhood, your town, state, nation, and world. Who do you want to be your heroes, and how many more heroes are standing right in sight while the nasty, smelly apes clog up the news with their hooting and poo-throwing.

It's about heroes. You should go and read it.

And listen to a couple of Ceili's Muse songs whilst you're doing so, if you'd like.
Heroes

Mothers, Daughters, Wives.

(As usual, these are on my utility site, so if you're downloading them, please right-click and save, so my bandwidth doesn't go all splodey. They'll be up for a week or so.)

And in the meantime, go read it!