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Wondering where my tags are?

Along with my icons and my memories, they have gone MIA, and LiveJournal has not been any help in retrieving them.


Thankfully, my old posts are backed up at [personal profile] deird_lj, and the tags there are still intact. (No joy on the memories or icons.)

All new entries are at [personal profile] deird1.

Have fun with that...

(yes, I'm still alive)

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Took a week of sleep to recover from England - but the trip was definitely worth it!


On an entirely unrelated subject...
- At the end of season 2, Joyce finds out that Buffy is the Slayer.
- At the end of season 2, the American people find out about the President's MS.
- At the end of season 2, Lois finds out that Clark is Superman.
- At the end of the second movie, Mary-Jane finds out that Peter is Spiderman.

Coincidence? Or is it simply that two seasons is as long as a "main character has a secret" plot can run before it has to change?

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In the last few days, we have:
- gone to St Paul's Cathedral
- gone to The Globe
- seen a performance of The Mousetrap, world's longest running play
- seen the Changing Of The Guard
- walked around Hyde Park
- used the loos at Harrods
- gone to the British Museum

...I am rather Londoned out, and lying on a couch.

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bonus points if you get the reference

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Today I fulfilled one of my lifelong ambitions, by standing outside Downing Street and eating half a Yorkie Bar. (The husband ate the other half.) We then walked to St James' Park, and looked at the ducks.


(We also went on the London Eye, had communion at Westminster Abbey, and went to Madame Tussauds. All very fun.)

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you should start a petition, or something

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Seriously, Northern Hemispherites, you guys are missing out on all the good fast food. And the sad thing is, you don't even realise it.

KFC, for example. Their chips here are the same as the Maccas chips - ie, thin and kinda dry. Real KFC chips should be fat, moist, and yummily salty. They're awesome.

And Subway! How is it that none of the European Subways have grated carrot? Or chicken fillet? Or sweet chilli sauce?


You people are DEPRIVED.

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from the British front:

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1) Stonehenge really exists, and is not an elaborate hoax. (Or else a really well-constructed one.)

2) Winchester Cathedral does indeed have a jigsaw puzzle window. One day I will solve it...

3) Walked on top of Jane Austen's grave without realising. Hope she'll forgive me.

4) The white cliffs of Dover are, in fact, white and cliff-like.

5) Stayed in the most adorable attic room known to man. Want to take it back to Australia with me.

6) Ramsgate does exist, but is slightly more modern than Georgiana Darcy would have found it.

7) London traffic is rather horrendous, as expected.

8) Also - have reached London! So far, have only seen our hostel. (And traffic.)

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a few fun things

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English towns have delightful names. Yesterday we drove past a sign pointing right to Wigglesworth, and left to Giggleswick.

They also have ridiculously useful postcodes. British people, do you have any idea of how awesome your postcodes are? I can type a postcode into the GPS, and it'll direct us to within a few houses of our destination. Try that in Australia, and you'd have to spend a week tracking down the right house once you arrived...

And the sheep! They have tails! Real tails! This is seriously strange for me; Aussie lambs are de-tailed while still young, so all the grown sheep I've seen have been tailless. These sheep are new and funky.

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confession

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When the Spice Girls first started, my only connections to the word "ginger" were
1) the spice
2) the expression "full of ginger"

So I concluded that Ginger Spice was "full of ginger", and that they'd also gone with a subtle pun because she's a "spice" girl.


It was only last night that my brain finally went "Oh... She's a redhead..."

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on holiday

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Edinburgh!

My sister has been known to grumble about the weird British taps, and now I know why: it seems impossible to select both the water temperature and the water volume, simultaneously. You pick your favourite, and try to endure the other one.

We went to Edinburgh Castle yesterday, which was very cool. It's the first time I've seen a castle that has always (pre-museum) been a fully functioning thing, as opposed to being semi-ornamental, and it shows. Rather fascinating. It also afforded me the chance to drink my very first British cup of tea, which was as yummy as I was hoping.

The streets up to the castle could not be more clearly tourist-centric if they tried. If we wanted, we could have bought tartan (kilts, hats, bags, wellies, towels...) at twenty different shops. I was tempted, but refrained. The other standard souvenirs seem to be shortbread and whiskey. I even saw whiskey flavoured tea... which strikes me as slightly gross.

Today, we're going to Hopetoun House, where we will wander the grounds and have a traditional afternoon tea (scones and all), and then to Hadrian's Wall.

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SO VERY EXCITED

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Another 12 hours, and I will be in my favourite country in the world.

It has been my favourite country ever since I first learned how to read, and I've never ever been there, and this evening I will be!

(The UK being the country in question.)


We're starting in Edinburgh, then driving down past the Lakes, right down to the south coast, and thence to London. After which we'll go to WriterconUK, and hang out with many LJers.

YAY!!! *waves pompoms*

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new goodies

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This baby will soon have more luggage to take back to Australia than I do.

His nappies just arrived. They're wooly and colourful and SO TINY! I spent at least half an hour squeeing over the teeny cuteness before I could bear to put them down.

*happy*

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SQUIRREL

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Just had a red squirrel run past my window, examine the porch, realise I was there, freeze, and run off again.

I SAW A SQUIRREL. FROM LIKE A METRE AWAY.

*dances*

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playing chasey

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Went to the doctor this morning, and had a twenty-minute session of trying to monitor the kidlet's heartbeat. In theory, fairly simple: the nurse found his heartbeat, and all I had to do was lie there and hold the monitor in place while the machine took readings.

In practice, the kidlet was not happy about being squashed by this thing pressing into my stomach, and kept wriggling around trying to avoid it. So I spent quite a while chasing heartbeats round my stomach, settling into place, then feeling a massive KICK and we were off again...



(Pregnancy appears to be going well. My body doesn't like it, but I appear to be ultra-good at the gestating thing.)

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split personality

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Not quite sure how it happened, but four completely different organisations seem to have decided that I subscribe to them and want to be sent regular emails about their activities.

They are:
- Get Up! (left-wing independent organisation)
- Labor Party (left-wing(ish) political party)
- Liberal Party (right-wing political party)
- Australian Christian Lobby (right-wing independent organisation)

All of them send me email updates, urging me, as "one of our supporters" to volunteer for the cause - usually a cause directly opposed by at least two of the other groups.

...and I only actually subscribed to one of them.

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These are not the dumbest things I've ever done, but they're certainly the ones that stick the most in my memory:

1) typo-ing my resume
2) setting a cake on fire
3) forgetting to wear a shirt
4) slicing a light in half
5) accidentally insulting my whole prac group

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proud of self

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I just:

1) made a phonecall to someone I don't know
2) remembered to make the phonecall while they were still open
3) arranged an appointment
4) did the whole thing in German

I will now have chocolate as a reward for doing four very awesome things.

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weird

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Try this on for size.

- I used to have bad acne.
- Because of this, I went on the pill.
- The pill works (contraception-wise) by tricking your body into thinking it's pregnant, hence not releasing ova.
- The pill took away my acne issues.

And yet...

- I am now actually pregnant.
- I now have lots of bad acne.


How can fake-pregnancy decrease acne, while actual-pregnancy increases it? Has logic decided not to exist, or something?

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brief update

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Things in my life right now:

- I have started eating porridge for breakfast*. It is YUMMY.

- We went to a different church this week, which was awesome. Our regular church is quiet, solemn, and rather lifeless - as well as being quite challenging to meet people. This church is friendly, enthusiastic, and SINGS WITH GUSTO, which we've missed a great deal. (Not a comment on worship style, precisely. But when your church service feels more like a funeral, it becomes rather wearying.)

- The internet went down yesterday, taking away half my possible activities. *pines* Thankfully, it has now returned.

- Brought a huge amount of wool to Germany with me, with the intention of making a huge blanket that would
a) keep me warm
b) occupy my crocheting time for several months, in case I couldn't find more wool here.
I am now utterly sick of my half-finished blanket, and am plotting trips to wool shops to buy supplies for making baby things. It would be rather ludicrous to teach myself to crochet and not make my baby crocheted things, after all.

- Have finished Veronica Mars (except the movie). It's rather fun.

- Am getting kicked awake at 3am every morning, and thus missing out on a proper night's sleep. Can't wait until this kid is born, so that it can actually be put down away from my internal organs once in a while.



* My appetite being somewhat increased by pregnancy, it's actually my third breakfast of the day, following yoghurt and cereal.

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*feels smug*

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Today I'm getting to witness Germans at their most wimpy.

It is, you see, a terribly hot day, and they're all worried about surviving the awful heat.

...of 30 degrees. *faints dramatically at such dreadfully warm weather*

(Americans: this is 86 Fahrenheit)


I'm just going to sit here in my non-air-conditioned house, happily lettting the wonderfully cool breeze waft fresh summer air through every room. Later, I might go for a walk.

(Note my lack of blocking up every door and window, blasting air-conditioned coolness into every corner, stocking up on icecubes, realising some rooms are a lost cause and blocking them off so the air-con can cope with a smaller space, wishing I could remove several layers of skin, sleeping naked on the floor of the living room, and cowering from the horrible skin-searing sun. Because this is not Australia.)


Remember the knife scene from Crocodile Dundee? Right now, I feel kinda like that. "You call that summer? THIS is summer."

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