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Have fun with that...

so I was bored...

Being in a rather silly mood, I thought I'd classify each of the Farscape characters by their alignment and class.

...so. That happened.


Crichton - Chaotic Good Bard
Crichton breathes chaos - so the alignment was pretty obvious. As for the character class: he's very into persuasion, negotiation, and trickery. He'll fight if he has to, but he'd rather look for a clever way around a problem.

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quietly fangirling

I am rather besotted by Elementary at the moment.

It's a crime show, which I like. It's also almost the first iteration of Sherlock Holmes I've seen where he isn't an arsehole.

My knowledge of the books is very limited. Most of what I know about the character is from Sherlock Holmes (RDJ), Sherlock, House, and Elementary. I have differing levels of affection for all the aforementioned - but Elementary is the first I've seen where Holmes's rudeness is purely from pragmatism, rather than because he actually gets a kick out of offending people.

(Also, it's really fun.)

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Last night, after half an hour of trying to get a shrieking child to sleep, I grabbed his soft toy lion, and informed the kidlet that Lion needed to go to sleep.

Lion then snuggled down on the kidlet's chest, made a few snuffly noises, and then started snoring. I pointed out that Lion snored just like Daddy, but in lionese ("RAA-pheeeeew... RAA-pheeeeew..."), and asked the kidlet to stay very quiet, so we didn't wake him up again.

A few minutes later, Lion wanted to lie down in bed, but was a bit worried about lying there alone, so the kidlet was very friendly and lay down with him so that he wouldn't feel lonely...

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there should be a term for it

Is there a word for being flagrantly anti-adoption?

I'm used to reading Agatha Christie and thinking "my WORD, Christie, you're so RACIST". Right now, it's a whole lot of stories making me think "my WORD, Christie, you're so [insert word for thinking that adoption doesn't really count in making you family]", which admittedly makes a change, but...

Values dissonance up the wazoo, that's all I'm saying.

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thoughts on the remix

For this year's remix, I got aadler. Which makes my job easier - lots of good fic to choose from - but also harder - because it's so well written that I don't really like to change anything.

As it was, I've remixed for aadler before, three years ago, so I limited myself to his more recent fic.

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One To Go (the Junior Watcher remix) - fic

Title: One To Go (the Junior Watcher remix)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3490

Original Story: Into The Abyss, by aadler

Summary: There are victims, and then there are victims. They aren't all the same kind.

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getting bigger

The kidlet has just outgrown his size 0s and moved into his far-too-large size 1s.

Being the 90s teen that I am, I looked at him wearing his oversized baggy tshirt with fake wearing-long-sleeve-shirt-under-this sleeves and thought "Damn! My kid is cool!" Then he coughed and grabbed my nose and I remembered that it's no longer the 90s, and he's probably not that cool - but, my word, he's CUTE.

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This is my disappointed face.

Seriously, Sarah Connor Chronicles fandom? No Jessie/Riley fic? None?

What kind of cruel fic-forsaken world are we living in?

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opening credits I like

So, I was thinking about opening credits that I like...

Kinda just what it says on the tin, really...

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Notice any similarities?

All of them are about 50 seconds long, and show a great deal of the theme of the show, without showing anything at all of the show itself. With funky music of the appropriate style.

And aren't they cool?


Honourable mention must go to The American President (a movie, so disqualified, but the credits make me feel proud to be an American and I'm not one), Battlestar Galactica (for the initial theme-part combined with the spectacularly fast race through the upcoming episode), and Farscape (for being the coolest set of credits that don't fit my description of credits-I-like above).

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oh dear

Part of my necklace fell off today, and is missing. Now I get to spend the evening paranoid that the baby has swallowed it. Fun fun fun.

*frets*

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change of tags...

Amy Lilyanne Rose, born yesterday, and so teeny that the kidlet suddenly looks huge.

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update

My old computer having finally died, I've bought a new one. Behold, my ability to type a paragraph in less than half an hour!


The kidlet is doing well, and is semi-mobile. He's not crawling yet, but is moving enough to grab random objects before I've realised that he's now two metres away from where I left him.


I've decided that Elementary is the best show of all the shows - at least this week. Miles better than most Sherlock Holmes incarnations, at least, due to his wonderful ability to not be a total arse to everyone he encounters.


We're about to start a weekly, parent-friendly roleplaying group at our house. Haven't done this in nearly a decade, and now I suddenly have to create a session-long Firefly campaign out of thin air! Help!


I've ditched book 5 of my Latin course, and have raced back to book 1 to revise. Am now no longer feeling like a dunce, but instead marvelling at my ability to speak extremely basic Latin with such finesse.


...I totally have time to sign up for this year's Remix, right? Right?

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"Nephew, the Kidlet needs some quiet so he can eat. Can you please find something to play with that isn't noisy?"
"Sure!" Runs to toy box, pulls out first toy. "Is this noisy?"
"No, that's fine."
"How about this one?" Rattles toy, loudly. "Is this noisy?"
"Yes, that is. Please play with something else."
"How about this?" Proceeds to pull every single toy out of the box, one by one, asking (loudly) for my opinion on whether it's noisy or not, experimenting (loudly) to check how much noise they can make, and placing all the noisy ones (loudly) in a pile so he'll know not to use them.

*sighs*

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HIMYM

The dvd-makers, in their infinite wisdom, have given me the option of watching the final episode with the "alternate ending", thereby ensuring that I will not hate them for the rest of eternity. In my reality, Ted and the mother lived happily ever after, and that whole Ted/Robin endgame thing was just a horrible dream.

On the other hand, even though I heard about the broadcast ending, and even though I'm still annoyed by Barney and Robin splitting up, it was never really going to ruin the show for me, because it wasn't at all why I was watching. Emotional arcs weren't the point; the point was the most spectacular use of unreliable narrator I've ever seen.

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report from the front

Elf is sick of being overlooked in favour of the baby. He just meowed me indignantly to the couch, where he proceeded to grab my hand with both paws and smugly purr all over me. Every time I try to move, this whole cycle starts all over again.


In other news, I'm enjoying a fun activity I call "parenting through peer pressure". It involves the kidlet sitting in his highchair with his plastic cutlery (no solids yet) while we eat dinner, and using his gumbrush while I use my toothbrush. The idea is that he thinks this is just What We Do, so that I can avoid having to introduce him to Scary New Things and instead just slide him effortlessly into our everyday lives. (Those of you who are parents, this is where you get to laugh hysterically at me using "effortlessly" in a sentence about parenting.)

So far, it's working well.

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Progress report

Please note my icon. RIP, Pterry. You will forever be remembered as "that guy with all the footnotes" and "wasn't there one chap who wrote fantasy, only funny?"


In other news:
- We have successfully changed continents, and are now happily ensconced in our messy Melburnian home. Visitors welcome.

- The kidlet is four months old, and growing like a weed. He can roll over, fiddle with things, play the piano, and throw almost all of Daddy's food onto the floor.

- I am back in the land of physios, and my back is thrilled. Hurrah for people who can stop me being in pain!

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Grrrr...

Dear Sir,

Thank you for your application for more bikkies. We are unable to oblige you at this time.

You will notice that your roaming space has been reduced from the whole living area to the close confinement of the laundry. This is due to a noise complaint filed by your nearest neighbour ("The Baby"). Please note that excessive noise during the nighttime hours is NOT acceptable, and will affect the sleep of The Baby. Your meowing, while cute, falls under this noise ordinance.

We hope you understand our actions at this time. The members of the Home Owners Association (HOA) would like to emphasise that, while we love your cute and fluffy self, we must consider the welfare of ALL tenants, and any further noise complaints by The Baby will likely lead to your permanent nighttime laundry confinement.

Sincerely,
The HOA

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final verdict

If I take a yellow crayon, draw a circle, surround it with lines, and put a smiley face on the circle, you'll probably recognise it as the sun.

Even though the sun looks nothing like that.

Supposing, though, that you see these smiley-face-on-a-circle suns in books for years, and then one day you travel to the country of Storybookia, and you suddenly look up in the sky and realise that the reason the sun is always drawn that way in picture books is because, in Storybookia, the sun really looks like that.

...That's kind of what it's like going from Australia to Europe.



In my head, there's "what things look like", and "what things look like in picture books". These two things are rarely the same.

In Europe? Ducks look like picture book ducks, with the green heads and the neck stripe. Forests look like picture book forests. Houses have chimneys. Grass is green. Flowers grow out of the ground like it's nothing special. Squirrels exist! So do flamingos! Churches have church bells that actually ring on the hour. Birds say tweet (except for cuckoos, which really do say cuckoo). Christmas has snow and twinkly lights.

And no - the sun is not a big yellow smiley face. But it wouldn't have surprised me.

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Nooooo!!!!!

I mostly don't have a problem with Australia's customs regulations. Annoying, yes, but they've managed to keep the country rabies-free, for one thing, so... *shrugs*

So I put up with not being able to buy ornamental daggers (weapons), fun puzzles (wood), or medieval drinking horns (animal products), with a minimum of complaining.

But...

I've just finished my supply of black tea. And we're only here for two more weeks. So I can't really finish another box of tea leaves before we go home... And I can't take them home with me... So I really shouldn't buy more tea... And...

WAAA!!! I WANT MY TEA!!!


How on earth am I supposed to be utterly tealess for a whole fortnight???

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