Halloween is still no special celebration-day here in Germany ( despite all the efforts of marketing agencies and trading companies ). The only thing slightly similar to it would be St.Martins-singing on the eleventh of November. And you better believe it: with some of the kids I'll undoubtly find on my door-step squealing and screeching at the top of their lungs I would certainly prefer to scare them to death and back instead of listening in silent horror and hand out candy. I'm asking myself: what for? For the unforeseen coincidence that I actually survive their singing?

... to everyone I owe a big fat Thank You' for the lovely feedback for my HXFQF-story. I can't tell you at the moment how nice it was ( and how it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside ).

But RL has its claws in my ( literally ) and I'm right now on the verge of going down in a great big boom.

This place is closed for a week because the ( long-awaited ) vacation is finally here - and I'm already hating every minute of it.

If I survive the following week, I should be back back Sunday ( from the plannings of my family about hiking, sightseeing and whatever I'm not too sure I'm gonna be alive enough at that time though ).

Aaaaaarrrggghhhhhh!!!!!


Thanks - I had to get that out of the system. Preferably before I spontaneously implode.

Just in case you really didn't see this coming: RL has done its very and most bitchiest best to make my life miserable for the last few days/weeks. And while getting through the day is simply a matter of who has more stamina ( the problems or I ), getting on-line is a thing that still refuses to go as planned.

I really really would appreciate it, if my family, my bosses, my car and my co-workers would all go on an extended vacation together. My house would be a whole lot cleaner, with lesser laundry and far less noise; my nerves wouldn't be stretched taunt in an attempt to keep myself from yelling my head off; my money would stay where it is supposed to stay ( in my pocket ); and I wouldn't face any possible convictions of man-slaughter ( if I can convice the judges that it was really only in self-defense that I hacked them all to pieces ).

Yeah - it's a nice dream. Unlikely to happen but nonetheless nice. I consoled myself with a trial-version gif-maker because that way I don't have to think or translate. :: points to icon ::

But I'm still trying (= operative word here ) to finally hop over to HXFQF and start participating again. And while I'm at it I could also visit herc_xena100; or get my ass in gear and give something akin to feedback for a very nice and entertaining story I have on my harddrive for roughly an eternity ( or so it seems ); reading my friendslist also sounds very nice and tempting; or finally getting around to make the last corrections for ITE ( yes - it's still in the making ); or ....

The list keeps growing and growing.:: SIGH ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: groggy

Just in case you didn't knew it already:

• Photoshop is a tool of evil


• marycrawford insisted on posting the most delicious screencaps on her page Vices


• Corel Painter's designed to make your life miserable a helluva lot more complicated


• dgcandace offered very helpful links and advices about resolutions and such
  
• yours truly doesn't have one single bit of resistance in her when it comes to procratinate


• JT is much too sexy to get away unmanipulated

ETA: I re-sized the pic a bit ( a 960x1200-resolution tends to burst your screen ). Thanks go to dgcandace for shooing me in the right direction to avoid mad scrolling.

I've Got Feelings, Too: artistic

The newest adventures in Photoshop© for your 'pleasure' and for me to soothe my nerves.





:: hurries back to HXFQF ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: going into feedback-overdrive

It's 23.55 around here and I just submitted my story for the HXFQF.

:: BLINK ::

I actually made it before the dead-line. Go :: YAWN ::me!

I've Got Feelings, Too: mostly tired

Inspired by the vast department of "When will I ever learn" I'll bring you the

Facts of Life Fandom

1. Strife is not the posterboy for an abusive relationship -- fact is he would most likely kill anybody in new and inventive ways should said anybody rub him the wrong way. *** 2. Joxer is neither the new Sigmund Freud, nor will he save the entire Greek Pantheon all by himself. He's a lovable dork and he likes women -- Deal. With. It. *** 3. The God Of Medicine is called Ascelepius -- not Ace or anything sounding like a poker player from the Wild West. A-s-c-e-l-e-p-i-u-s Got that? *** 4. Ares is the God of War.... War!... Like in bloodshed, battle and mayhem. He is not the God Of Teary-eyed Commitment, Endearment and Snuggling. *** Cupid is the epitome of hunkness and male virility - he's most likely as monogamous as Casanova and beds everything with a pulse. *** All mentioned characters may fuck each other senseless and entertain yours truly greatly by doing so - but none of them is going to have any babies. -- N.E.V.E.R.! ***

Could somebody please slap me the next time I foolishly decide that the perfect way to distract myself from the hand-wringing job of writing my HXFQF-story, would be a visit to the AJCS mailing list.

Preferably before I start to read the last stories.

Thanks in advance.

I've Got Feelings, Too: baffled

... and if it isn't a divine power then it's at least the German tv-station K1.

After re-running every serie under the sun from 'Dallas' to 'McGyver' they start with another serie's re-run at September, 4th.

Guess what?

HERCULES / SEASON 1 / EPISODE 1

I think I'm in heaven.

:: faints from the sheer unexpectedness of it ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: high

I just typed the words 'THE END' under my story and send the damned thing to dgcandace ( why should I be the only one to suffer from it ).

Since that was my first ever finished story ( the second part of ITE is still sitting here and waits to be corrected) I expected to feel jubilant or at least content. But I'm not. I'm cranky.

That darn thing took me forever to write and somebody should have warned me that stories in general come with a title and finding a fitting title is a Herculean Labor. No - actually I think Hercules got the better deal with his labors.

But I'm also feeling proud - not only because I finished it, but also for showing self-control. Wednesday I bought myself a belated and very tempting birthday gift and I haven't even installed it. YET.

It's a graphic pen and tableau for my computer called 'Volito' and it came with Corel Painter Classic™.

I'm off to test it now. And hope it helps against the cranky mood.

I've Got Feelings, Too: cranky

I started my HXFQF with a list of possible actions ( 139 easy to follow steps from 'Once upon a time' to 'The End' ). I fleshed out the first 21 of them which somehow took 5 pages or 2110 words. Which leaves 118 list-items still to be written out properly with the needed explanation and description.

We have the 22nd of August which leaves 9 days for me to write it and my beta-reader to correct the most glaring errors and me to make the suggested corrections and send the damned thing.

I think the deadline-panic is setting in.

:: going back to furious typing ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: panicking

Throughout the world November seems to be quite a boring month which leaves people everywhere with the burning need to procreate.

Today is ndancer's birthday and I managed to find yet another Iphicles-pic ( although my reserves are starting to get low ). This answers the question what men in general did when faced with the age-old competition about their attributes - without the help of a Ferrari Testarossa or a 3.75 Magnum.
( Read more... )

I've Got Feelings, Too: congratulatory

And it's yet another birthday today. Although roo2 may not have the best of times at the moment, I want to wish her 'Happy Birthday' and thank her for the wonderful snarky version of Iphicles in 'They Walk'.




The screencap for the pic can be found either at dgcandace's site Fugue or at marycrawford's site Vices. I honestly can't remember where I found it - and both of them have great screencaps from 'Surprise'.

I've Got Feelings, Too: congratulatory

What have I been doing ( part two )?

Apparently not very much. Unless you count making icons ( :: points to new bright and shiny icon :: ) and getting lost in layout-hell.

I think I need another computer without internet access to get anything done.

But it's not entirely my fault. Really. I was determined to do something with my story, but then all the people on my friendslist insisted on posting new screencaps, new tutorials how to make nice icons ( btw the pic for my new icon comes from marycrawford's site and I think I found it in the bloopers section - it's a tad bit hard to find among the nekkid pics *_____> ) and new drabbles in abundance.

And when I finally had the time to hop over to herc_xena100 livejournal decides to be a pain in the ass and makes posting some kind of lottery. And a very slow kind of lottery I hasten to add.

Procrastination is a waste of time! :: SIGH :: Yeah, tell me about it.

Oh - and for those of you with a pathological curiosity, here are some things you better don't do:
If you're carrying a heavy cooking pot - don't try to hurry.

If you have to hurry because you're already late - don't slip.

If you have to slip because the floor's really messy - let go of the damned pot.

If you're clever enough to let go of the cooking pot, be also clever enough to roll on your side - don't try to land flat on your back with your head impacting at full speed on the floor.

If you land on your back and your head hits the floor really hard - go to the bathroom at once ( it will help with all the puking, trust me ).

If your nose starts running a short time after your impact - go to the hospital at once ( you may have a thing for your trusted doctor at home, but leaking cerebral fluid hasn't been handled in his training ).

Sometimes I hate my live - and I have the very bad feeling that it's mutual.

:: SIGH ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: guilty and sick

Well - instead of working on my HXFQF-story, that is.

Nothing less but an overhaul of my website.

No - make that major overhaul.

Make that something like kicking out the idiot-proof page builder Geocities offers and starting from scratch. Granted the scratch was snatched from Open Source Web Design, but who cares.

Make that finally coming up with something akin to a link-page ( where the damned things are actually working ).

Make that typing in "<br>" for approximately 756 times to get something similar to a formatting.



I feel sufficiently geeky and would like to invite everybody to come in and have a look.

And now I have to work on my story. Intensely I might add.

I've Got Feelings, Too: accomplished

It totally slipped my mind, but a good year ago I left lurkdom behind and jumped into the comforting warm waters of fandom. Apparently I'm still swimming ( and enjoying it ), but the last year has brought some very unexpected outcomes. When I made the first post to a mailing list I didn't expect that it would lead straight to finding new friends, spending more time on-line than I ever did before and taking my own take at writing.

A year ago I spent hours searching for the right words to phrase my enthusiasm about certain stories, fumbled with posts to get the right balance between "squee!" and "that's my favorite line", harrassed authors about sequels ( I'm still doing it but I try to be subtle! ) and worked on my appearance as an easily cheered reader.

Today I've spent my on-line time taking personality tests by the dozen to get in the right mind-frame for the HXFQF story I foolishly claimed.

If somebody had predicted that for my future a year ago, I would have been warned ( and most probably would still have made the jump ).

But honestly: I'm a cook. There's nothing wrong with it, but what on earth do I have to do with psychological inter-actions between three gods? I must be nuts ( or better to say I'm going nuts ) trying to achieve something that hasn't been in my life for all of my life.

And all of it because I have this weird big dream of writing a story that won't make it to temple_o_badfic.

:: looks puzzled ::

On the other hand I've always been what you might call 'determined' and I usually don't back down. So I'm trying to come up with some psychological profile for each of my characters and sent my draft-list again ( it's a funny way to start a story, but for me it's working great: I only list the different actions ( accompanied by some supporting thoughts and colors about moods and motivations ) and sent it to my beta-reader )

Oh - and yes: I've found another victim beta-reader. Those of you firm in faith and believe might want to include dgcandace in your prayers.

And of course I started with yet another head-dive into the depths of fannish misconceptions ( I really wonder if all the fanfiction I've read over the years has somehow infested my brain ). At that time the list came in handy, because re-writes are sooooo much easier. In the next version I rendered Psyche a Love-Goddess, and yes, NOW I know she's the Goddess Of The Mind. What do you think I spent my time with psychological chitter-chatter for?

All in all the last year was astonishing - and I really hope it stays that way.

:: goes back to her profiles ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: cheerful

... but it happened nonetheless:marycrawford has made a ton of screencaps from the Hind-trilogy. This translates with pages and pages and pages full of droolworthy hunks und hunters, with the occasional supersexy god strewn in.

Need more to be convinced it will be worth a visit?

How about this?



And there are many more of this caliber. So - go, have a look and a really good time.

:: goes back to drooling ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: definitely interested

THANK GOODNESS!!

One part of me is dead ( my brain ) and I'm feeling like the rest of me will follow soon. But we ( hubbie and I ) actually made it.

***330 customers served Saturday evening at six different feasts*** ( without cloning ourselves )

And all of them are satisfied with our little catering service.

:: drops dead ::

:: gets up again ::

I think I deserve a bit of 'me'-time.

:: checks inbox ::

On the other hand I think I'll answer a few comments and emails before dropping dead again.

I've Got Feelings, Too: brain-dead

the mailing list StrifeLust has a new moderator. Even better we have now two moderators for the price of one. So - our congratulations go to mythdefied and we hope she'll leave her mark on the list and lays down the law if necessary.

Congratulations, Erin - Listmom in training

E.t.a. that the list also has a new owner who hppens to be the same Erin mentioned above.

And since mythdefied talked about not getting that fact until the second moderator caliadragon pointed it out: I didn't get it either. So again:


Congratulations, Erin - OWNER of the StrifeLust mailing list

I've Got Feelings, Too: impressed

Happy Birthday,marycrawford

I've Got Feelings, Too: congratulatory

if procrastination is even an art. Time for a quiz found on str1fe's journal

I've Got Feelings, Too: satisfied

I don't know where it went but I was'nt there. That's for sure. Although I got rid of my peniccillin bombs and the infection, I still felt like death warmed over.

It's so unfair. I have nearly a week off - and I couldn't get anything done because I went cross-eyed the moment I changed from horizontal to vertical. At least I got my braincells occupied ( two of them were off visiting neighbors, three couldn't be bothered, but the last 7 were with me ) and I think I'm somewhat nearer to solving my dilemma with the supposed hot and sweaty sex.

Iolaus was the main problem ( and drowning him in a barrel of wine simply won't do ), but I think I can convince him now ( with the help of some sturdy ropes ) to stay in the place. Of course he was all drama-queen about it, vowing to never ever have sex again in his live, but that's just the frustration talking ( or the rest of the wine ).

Strife wasn't much better in the beginning, but he finally seems willing to play along ( after threatening to dunk him assfirst in another barrel with olive oil ). And I took some of the more brutal actions out of the scene. Not that he's suddenly a dedicated follower of tender loving care, but it wouldn't do at all to have him nearly paralyzed on Iphicles' lap, too tense and anxious to enjoy it one bit.

Iphicles is still kind of an ass - but I think it fits him perfectly. And he's getting frustrated with all the prospects of sex in front of him - and not getting any. :: smirk:: Poor king.

******************************************************************************

Of course the moment I went back on-line I decided to change my layout, make it more colorful, new pictures, new borders - and a colored scroll-bar. Took me a few days to make it happen, but with the combined help of two communities, the support team and my provider's technical support I now have a matching scrollbar.

******************************************************************************

Finally it seems that a lot of the victims people who foolishly signed up for the HXFQF, are waking up and realising that there was a deadline mentioned. Thanks for the wake-up-call. Now I'm getting really paranoid, because I want 'ITE' finished first. I can hardly write one story at one time, so two at the same time is simply out of question. I think I better get started. Making decisions at least.

Tomorrow.

Maybe.

::head explodes::

I've Got Feelings, Too: procrastinating as usual

askance and luthien spread the news. Feel free to blame them.

20 Questions to a Better Personality


You are an SRDL--Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a mob boss. You are the ultimate alpha person and even your friends give you your space. You can't stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. You don't make many jokes, but when you do, others laugh out loud. They must.

People often turn to you for advice, and wisely. You are calm in a crisis, cautious in a tempest, and attuned to even the finest details. Yours is the profile of a smart head for business and a dangerous enemy.

You have a natural knack for fashion and occupy a suit like a matinee idol. Your charisma is striking and without artifice. You are generous, thoughtful, and appreciate life's finer things.

Please don't kick my ass.

I can assure all of you that I've never worn a suit in my life and my fashion sense isn't that outrageous.

But I like the part about whiners and weaklings. ;)

I've Got Feelings, Too: hungry

My Best Friend is mythdefied

Our 10 common interests are: cats, cleopatra2525, creegan, cupid, deimos, fanfiction, hercules, joel tobeck, slash, strife

Who is your best friend? Username:

Created by macoto

henningz

I am a member of 1 clique of size 8

cookatwork, mythdefied, roo2, ndancer, millefiori, askance, luthien, damerel

I've Got Feelings, Too: still morose

I just had the most sucktastic days EVER. Somehow the holes of the back teeth in my jaw got infected and I ended up with heaps of pain, a really swollen cheek, pain, a taste in my mouth I don't want to describe further, pain, too much spit to master, and did I mention pain?

Right now I'm on a strict diet of liquids of all sorts and penicillin pills the size of an average grenade. And.I.Hate.Them.

My dentist is confident that we will solve this ~little~ problem. Preferably before he'll vanish for a six-week-vacation with his family.

Feeling definitely queasy. Not even hot and sweaty m/m sex seems to make my day. At least not when I'm supposed to write that shit. Iolaus is doing his very best to spoil the mood, Strife isn't even sure he likes it and Iphicles is a real bastard.

I'm trying to stay in touch with my friendslist. Apologises to all who get away uncommented, but maybe it's for the best of things, since I'm still trying to re-locate my perky cheerful center.

I've Got Feelings, Too: morose

And because of that - it's quiz-time:

First - my kink ( given the amount of quizzes attesting me to be an oppressing asshole a responsible reasonable leader-like character (:: SNERK ::) it's not really a surprise ). Found on str1fe's journal.

Take the quiz: "What Is Your Kink?"

Domination
You are most comfortable when in control. Having someone at your beck and call makes you hot. You can be very demanding, and expect perfection! In the bedroom, you take charge. Your motto is It's My way or the highway!

And of course I couldn't let the Slander Meme go by without trying. Found on luthien's journal and I'm ashamed about your behavior. Really. *___*

Slander! roo2 has had implants. Y'know. *Those* Implants. henningz has an invisible friend. They're dating. luthien, darkamber, ningengirai, carolinecrane... Everyone knows what you got upto that day. thamiris and marycrawford do things behind luthien's back that are illegal in most of the world. mythdefied has no TV licence! kriscat collects other people's underwear - and has some from toliver and dgcandace! Enter your username to dish the dirt on your friends!

I've Got Feelings, Too: exanimate

GOOD is when I get two days off in a row.

BAD is it when I get these two days because of an appointment with my dentist.

WORSE is when my dentist uses the appointment to pull twelve of my teeth out.


Right now I'm feeling like roadkill warmed over, but give me two days and I'm feeling really old.

I've Got Feelings, Too: sore

found on roo2's journal. I never knew that there was so much nekkidness in Buffy. :: looks puzzled ::

Your Buffy Threesome (With Pictures) by srb4887
Screen name:
Birthday
Threesome with
and
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

I've Got Feelings, Too: thankful

HAH!

Nothing can stop me now.

* I created my very own S2-Style (layerID : 1788725 )
* I got rid of the dotted line.
* I re-arranged my side-bar.
* I figured out how to change the color-settings.
* I added an additional box to it ( with picture ).

"I'm the new lj-designer ... you may bow now."

BWUAUAUAAAHAHAHAHAH!

I've Got Feelings, Too: not to be taken seriously

It's because JT hardly ever makes it to the end of the film. He's either dead or in prison or in really bad shape. In other words I saw 'Topless Women Talk About Their Lives" - and guess who dies at the end of the film?

I give you a hint: JT's character's called Neil.

So - who dies at the end?

Correct! :: grumble ::

But to make up for that loss ( and to test this dvd-player that came with the new computer ), I'll give you 'The Bad Hair Day'.

And I even hide them behind a cut to protect the innocent and the faint of heart.

( Bad Hair Day )

ETA : I tried the German dubbing and was horrified by Neil's voice: Honestly he sounds like a fifteen year old with severe pronunciation issues. :: ACK! ::

I've Got Feelings, Too: high

It was Friday and herc_xena100 posted yet another word for the week. This time it was selfish/selfless and I actually found two gods willing to play along.

( selfish/selfless ( Thanatos/Deimos, gen, PG13, 103 words ) )

I've Got Feelings, Too: cynical

I finally got rid of the braille-code on top of my journal. Took me 10 days and two communities to fix it, but now my journal's very colorful, crispy, sharp and dotless.

I had to create my very own s2-style with added theme layer for it. And I'm definitely feeling geeky now. Perhaps it's for the best of things that livejournal.com is currently upgrading some codes which leads to some users ( like me for example ) having big problems to access Memories from communities and other friends.

I don't think s2howto is the place where I should hang around with this feeling of unrequited geekiness.

I've Got Feelings, Too: geeky

I registered an account at photobucket.com ( because HP no longer hosts pics for free ) - and now I want to know if its working.



YEEEEEESSS!!!

Thanks a lot, dgcandace

I've Got Feelings, Too: excited

♥ * ♥ * ♥ Ebay ♥ * ♥ * ♥


Wait for the next installment of 'Mindless cooks talk about their obsession'. And maybe the visual proof for the ugliest bath-shorts in the history of mankind.

I've Got Feelings, Too: tigger-bouncy

I really and honestly don't know how it happened, but I finished the second part for 'Inside The Egg'.

:: looks totally surprised ::

I was procrastinating as usual when suddenly I found myself in front of the computer typing like mad. And it went like shit through a goose, I can tell you. Now I'm waitng for my beta-reader to recover enough from an mind-altering experience and then I'll see if it was actually worth it. I have the sneaking suspicion that it went far too smooth to actually be in canon.

But right now I'm wrestling with the third part - and with unruly ... totally defiant and gnarky characters. Sheez, it's not that I didn't expect them to do any different, but Iolaus is a pain in the ass. And Strife isn't much better. In fact he's ten times worse. The only one who's co-operating ( with exceptions ) is Iphicles. He knows perfectly well that Strife doesn't want him anywhere near his sheets - but the pouty king likes nothing better than to leer at Strife every given moment. It's driving me crazy.

So - anybody up for a good sound spanking of the king of Corinth?

Help to slap some sense ( or at least patience ) into Iolaus?

And while we're at it: I need somebody to make Strife keep still long enough.

Sex Scenes. Gotta love them. NOT

I've Got Feelings, Too: listless

I'm beginning to like Fridays. That's the day the new word of the week is announced over at herc_xena100. This week we got a whole phrase for tweaking and fiddling. It's **A Mother's Arms** and I'm well aware that that phrase is referring to the safety and caring of a mother. But 'Arms' has another meaning - and who am I to ignore that?

Sheeesh! A mother's arms are invincible. I mean what's a morning star against a withering glare, what a sword in the guts against a mother being silent for too long. But nothing defeats us quicker than our need for her love and attention.

( A Mother's Arms (Ares/Strife, gen, PG, 100 words ) )

*****

Two days ago a new set of furry babies arrived. If you like very small cute furry things, they may find your approval.

Yes, they're supposed to look like that

And they desperately want to become guinea pigs once when they're grown up. :: snerk ::

*****


Last but not least my very own little homepage is glowing. No, really. It does. It might have something to do with the last layout-overhaul. I can't help it but JT looks even better in gold.

ETA: I wondered for quite some time now, why the pics on my journal keep vanishing. Today I found the reason: HP no longer hosts pics for free.

THANKS FOR GIVEN ME A WARNING, FUCKERS!!

I've Got Feelings, Too: creative

Today my mother got an invitation card from her nephew = my cousin. He's going to marry his boyfriend on the 7th of August.

How cool is that?

Actually it was about time. They've been together for ... er ... nearly a decade now ( I'm not too sure about the precise time ), but they're finally tying the knot. The funny thing is: I don't get along with my cousin very well. I can't explain it, but I'm nearly convinced it has more to do with the issues my hubbie and I have with his father ( my $&&%§/&% uncle ) than with R. himself. His boyfriend on the other hand is a man you can steal horses with ( German proverb ).

And now he's becoming a part of the family.

I just hope he continues his quest to mellow out my cousin a bit more and make him bearable.

My mother is in a snitch as what to get them. Not because they're both men, but because they've been together so long. They have a complete household and my mom doesn't want to hand over a bunch of Euros.

And I'm totally curious what they wear on their wedding day. Yeah, I know. I'm strange - but happy.

I've Got Feelings, Too: and bouncing off the walls

Crossposted to herc_xena100

( Grain Of Salt ( Apollo, G, gen, 101 words ) )

I've Got Feelings, Too: moody

Today was the first quiet day in over a week. And guess what: all I did with my precious computer-time was fumbling with a new layout. It's - hold on to your seats - red and yellow. That's a surprise, I know, but I like it. And I made the big and scaring jump from S1 to S2 ( style-layouts ). The only slightly un-matching thing on the whole page was my default icon 'Mischief - just the way I like him'. I still like it, but the pic looks absolutely horrid in gold or orange, and it was even more illegible than usual.

"What now", spoke Zeus, "the heavens are divided ... "

So I spent another big chunk of my time searching for the right pic. It's funny but I have tons of Strife pics on my hard-drive. Or better to say JT-pics. And I always said I don't have an OTP. I take everything as long as Strife is in it. But the new collaborative work between dgcandace and millefiori The Heart Of Dionysus' reminded me of my first crush in the H!tlj: Ares and Strife.

They're so good together. And they're soooooo gonna doing it when nobody's looking.

I was more than glad that I'm apparently not the only one thinking so, because there is a picture on my hard-drive where Ares is nibbling on Strife's lips. And I'm supposed to ignore it because of what? Because it's a piece of original fan-art and it's a big no-no to just take it and make people think you'd done it yourself.

Am I a mean and uncaring thief? A selfish ass? One who most probably eats little babies for breakfast and pushes old ladies from the chamber-pot?

NO!

And so I asked dgcandace if she would mind being confronted with one of her own pics every time I seemed fit to clutter her f'list make a post.

Was she okay with it?

SEE ICON!

Thanks a whole lot, Candace.

I've Got Feelings, Too: happy

And yet another drabble for this week's words ( crossposted to herc_xena100 )

( Ice and Sea ( Xena and Joxer, G, Gen, 99 words ) )

And now - to something completely different. I'm feeling quizzical today and since I don't have to rely on my name anymore to get disastrous amusing results, I'll give you the birth-month quizz with added confirmation/declination. Found on darkamber's journal.
( August )

Sure, fits me totally.

Bwuaahahahahahah!

Truth be told there are a few traits I can recognize within myself, but the gist of it is just too good farfetched to be true.

I've Got Feelings, Too: indifferent

found on ningengirai's journal

I've Got Feelings, Too: sleepy

Apparently the world as we know it has come to an end, because it's not even a week later, and I'm posting again.

I spent the last days trying to catch up on everything new, including some communities I'd nearly forgotten. :: hangs head in shame :: But I wormed my way through it all. And now it's time to hit the lists.

But before I'm off, here's another drabble I wrote ( crossposted to herc_xena100 ).

( Brainstorm ( Hercules/Iolaus, gen, pg, 105 words of madness ) )

I've Got Feelings, Too: accomplished

Musings about Christian rituals ( and why the heck do I have to suffer from them? )

Now will you look at that: 4 weeks without a single 'meep' from yours truly. I know perfectly well that you all can live without it, but I was a tad bit shocked that it is that long ago. And I would be very happy if I could use another excusion this time than "I had to work."

At least now I have the proof that the universe hates me. Immensely I would like to add.

The last four sundays were filled to the brim with a certain Christian ritual. I'm not exactly sure if the term 'confirmation' means the same in English-speaking countries, but in Germany ( or better in the evangelic-lutheran church ) it's the reception of adolescents into the local parish. The teenagers are introduced to the parish, lectured, blessed and celebrated.

While the curch desperately tries to maintain the serious, spirited meaning of this day, the actual main players are only in it for the money. Because traditionally you have to invite every living ( or nearly living ) family member to the celebration. Yes, even that uncle you never get along with and the cousin from your great-aunt's side you only recently discovered. They all have to be invited. And fed.

It may come a s a surprise to you , but Germany's currently in a regression and apparently nobody has enough money to invite all those greedy slobs relatives to the nearest restaurant. We'ver delivered our meals to gym halls, pony barns, garden cottages, boats and wherenot. Heck - if it's got a roof, we corral the family under it and call it a feast.

But I'm proud to announce that we didin't get one single bad critique for our service.

That were the sundays - what about the rest of the days?

I'm no longer depending on myself or my kids being sick to call in sick for work. Now I can't work because one or two of my hubbie's coworkers are sick. No - honestly. When my hubbie phoned me and told me that he has to work overtime because N. was sick and E. just made the second place against a elelctric meat cleaver ( Ouwie! Major Ouwie! ), I had to call at my work and told them that I couldn't work because I had a meal to deliver. And yes - my boss was abolutely thrilled. How nice of you to ask. Seriously it took three quarters of an hour to stop my ears from ringing after the phonecall. But my boss wasn't the only one pissed off by it.

In sickness and in health - and why do my parents-in-law always have to pick the sick part?

My father-in-law has to get checked medically every fortnight because he's diabetic, has had four major strokes, irregular heartbeat-rate and a few other things. Funny enough he feels great most of the time. My mother in law hates doctors with a passion and can only be persuaded to see one, if she's absolutely unable to move her fingers/ arms/ the whole side of the body because of rheumatic fever.
Three weeks ago I noticed that my father in law was limping. Well - inquriy minds wants to know what it is and I'm told he has something we call a chicken's eye or a corpse' thorn between his toes [ I think it's called 'corn' in English. ]. They combined forces ( because neither of them is flexible enough to reach the own feet ) and removed the annoying spot with the help of some acid-bandaid. Now the small wounds seems to be a bit infected because there's a telltale white spot in it.

me: "Daaaaad! Let me have a look at it. At once!"

FIL: "It's really just a small spot. It's gone in no time."

Mil: "Yes. It comes unnoticed, it goes unnoticed."

me: "AT ONCE!"

FIL: ::lots of huffing and puffing to get the sock off:: "Children these days." ::grumble::

MIL: "I put some onion-juice on it. That's good against pus."

me: ::inspecting the spot very carefully:: "Eeeeer - that's no pus, Mom. That's the bone."

Aaaaargh! Sometimes my parents in law drive me nuts. So I had to drive my FIL to the doctor every second day to get a new shot and bandage. Of course that's the best time for my MIL to discover that she really ... honestly ... without the shadow of a doubt can't move her left arm without whimpering. And my MIL isn't the type tp whimper. So I drove her to another doctor every second day.

And it took me nearly a week to co-ordinate the visits, so that I only had to drove both of them to different doctors on one day. And not one to the nice doctor in Heidmühle on Monday,Wednesday and Friday; and the second one to the nice doctor in Wilhelmshaven on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

May-poles and why they have to be guarded

There's a strange tradition with may-poles in our region. They are erected on April, the 30th. Little children dance around it, the local marching band does its best to deafen any possible listener and a good time is held by all. Then - when it's getting dark the may-pole has to be watched because it could be stolen. Well - our maypoles are generally over 7 meters long and weigh roughly a few hundred pounds so the fear of stealing one should be minimal at best. But tradition demands that the young boys and men of a village ( nowadays the girls are included ) march to the next village in the death of the night and somehow steal this ass-long may-pole. They have to bring it to their own village as a spoil of war and erect it there. At the end of the month May the young men of the poor, depraved , may-pole-less village have to ransom it out. With a whole lot of beverage.

And people think Germans are cold and logical. Where do they get that from?

There's nothinh like being a parent - to drive you absolutely nuts or ecstatic

• My eldest dyed her naturally blond hair.
  
  PITCHBLACK!
  
  'SHRIIIIIEEEEK!!!'
  
  And she hates it.
  
  'Bwuuuuaaahahahahah!' Serves her right!

• My youngest plays the flute in the before mentionened marching band. She's a member of said band since December last year and this year's may-pole was her first public audition.
  
  Insert proud-mommy drooling and cooing here: ____

I've Got Feelings, Too: cranky

No way in Tartarus am I able to figure out, at what time I should put this up - so that it appears at midnight in Wisconsin, USA. I'm dumb and sorry.

Happy Birthday, dgcandace

To honor your b-day I made a survey among all your characters. Looks like they haven't heard about your stories - but the comments they made, are all the more revealing. Have fun.

( I HAD SEX WITH WHOM ??? )

I've Got Feelings, Too: jubilant

Honestly - I didn't expect this to happen, but after only five months of polishing I'm ready to post the first part of 'Inside The Egg' again.

Anybody remembering the strange little draft I put up in my journal last November? Well - I hope the work I put into it, shows a little bit. And like I said I want to be content with the outcome. O.K. I'm feeling more like ridiculous proud at the moment, but that's not the main point.

The main point is that this story is supposed to be a Thank-You story for dgcandace for the lovely tape she made for me. I know other people are a lot faster, and tend to give whole stories, but I really tried my best.
Thank you very much.

Also special thanks go to roo2 for putting up with the beta-reading, for making the right suggestions and tons of corrections.
Thank you very much.

And to darkamber, who brought enlightment into the reigning comma chaos.
Thank you very much.

( Inside The Egg ( part 1/4 ) )

I've Got Feelings, Too: artistic and ridiculously proud

the mannerly extortions, languid praise, all that devotion long since bought and sold

the Laurel Axe

I've Got Feelings, Too: artistic

209

That number seals my fate. It means handwringing efforts; brainwrecking chores; throwing tantrums while my computer laughs himself silly; sleepless nights and the discovery, that I'm most probably not fit for the fanfiction-business. It also means Psyche worries that Cupid works too much and she wants to distract him with an romantic candle light dinner. It means that - although I'm a slasher - I managed to grab a seemingly het plot at the HXFQF.

:: Looks puzzled ::

And I still have to finish my first little excursion into slash-land.

:: glares at pouty king and skinny god ::


61

That number is the reason for me being tired and braindead at this very moment. It's the sole reason why I don't have a life worth mentioning, and why I choose the name I bear here at lj. It's the underlaying meaning of the old proverb saying "You're ruining your whole day with work." It's the number of working hours the last weekend ( from Friday evening to Monday noon ). Yeah - I love my job. I just don't like it in such an amount.


0

That's what a medical device would show as the current brain activity when attached to my head.

I've Got Feelings, Too: confused

Found on kriscat's, darkamber's and maggiez' journal


Let's see what's coming out of it.

And - just BTW - I made a successful bidding at ebay and I'm now the owner of an obscure little video. From New Zealand. Made in 1986. Which only remarkably feature is that it has JT in it. Aged 16.

I just hope the seller is quick.

I want that tape. NOW.

I've Got Feelings, Too: curious

Let's check if Oslo is in the same time zone

Happy Birthday, darkamber

I've Got Feelings, Too: cheerful