made it to ozma914 's house safely:D

Actually out loud and all.

If you're a Buffy/Twilight fan that can take a joke (at Twilight's expense)

A shirt from J!nx

bought a brand new copy of Pride

So I tried to respond to all the comments and whatnot, but my internet connection just fucking sucks and won't even let me do that. FORTY kbps - that's kilobytes, not megabytes... it's like, you know, a dead turtle that's also upside down.

Anyway.

I did take the time to let some things load (nice-quality picture takes only a few minutes, comment box submitting never loads? i do not understand).

So that being said:

Jamie, your new hair is FANTASTIC! And I really dig the coat, too. ^^

On an unrelated note, I keep having disturbing dreams about being pregnant or having children (this very well could be because every time I get the slightest bit nauseous or don't eat or emo, someone asks if I'm pregnant). In the last one, I was showing my new baby off to.. Giles, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The dream deteriorated into nonsense after that, but it was still weird.

I was in a car accident today. I'm not hurt, but I was on the way to college and missed my first class. I can't find the syllabus the instructor gave us to find his attendance policy or office hours, so I emailed him about why I missed class. I'll be mad if I get 'attendance points' deducted for missing class because someone wrecked into me.

I watched Repo today.

I cried.

It was good, but there was definitely room for improvement. I thought some of the acting wasn't really to par - I mean, you've got Tony freakin' Head in there! And even some of his scenes were shot so that he looked a little odd. The storyline was great. I didn't like the ending. I really liked the actress who played his daughter (her facial structure reminds me of Davey Havok) and the actor who played the grave robber. Overall it was good, I just could have done with someone better at acting/hotter than Paris Hilton (meaning anyone ever, or perhaps even say Eddie Izzard in drag.. Jeffrey Star would have been perfect), and a little less of an abrupt info-dump OMG NO! ending. And I really think Alan Rickman would have made the perfect evil villian instead of whoever the old guy was that played the head of GeneCo. But I got to see Tony Head weilding weapons, so I really can't complain!

My first creative writing class is tonight - I hope it doesn't suck.

I'll tell you the context first. If you play WoW skip the stuff in italics. Also, you may want to skip to the bold part if you don't want a small plot spoil.

My main character in World of Warcraft is a rogue. Rogues can go into 'stealth' mode, and while in that nearly-invisible state they have special moves. One of those moves is "pickpocket"... which picks the pocket of the targeted hostile human/humanoid. WoW has 'dungeons', which are areas that are harder than the regular areas and have to done in groups in order to survive. Each dungeon has a number of 'bosses' that are particularly hard but drop good items, or complete a quest when killed. Various characters in the game will give players 'quests' to finish for gear, gold, and experience points.

So we're at the end of Zul'Drak (I think, I always get those few w/ similar titles mixed up), and have completed the quest line that brings the big troll-guy into his undeadness (Because rotting flesh is so much more awesome than watching in ghost-form as people bring 'mojo' to you, right?).

So he's just done his "haha I tricked ya, plz 2 come be mah minons?" speech with the odd dialect, and the Lich King has appeared, all superior and taunting because we inadvertently helped him, standing there with his little skull beside his nameplate and looking generally foreboding. So of course we start talking shit, as people who run things at 2 am are wont to do. It's perfectly normal to talk to NPCs who can't and won't talk back. Even funnier if they say things that somehow relate to what you said. We can't attack him, so somewhere during his speech/lore dump someone ends up saying "pickpocket him!!!".

So I go all incognito, shimmy up to him, and try to pick his pockets.

"Invalid target" flashes across the screen in red letters. Usually, when you try to pickpocket something that can't be done (say, a BEAR), you get a message saying "target has no pockets to be picked". Of course I have a witty comeback for my fail.

"The Lich King's pockets can't be picked. He must have pocket protectors!!!"

Totally ruined his "I am Lich King hear me roar" speech.

A/N- rough draft, meds started kicking in 3/4 of the way down and it went a lil wonky, will adjust/fix later just wanted to get it out while the idea was fresh!!!


Albus Dumbledore was the best Headmaster that the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ever had.

He was also the most peculiar.

All of his staff (and some of the more adventurous students) knew that he always used Muggle sweets or snacks as the password to his office. And they'd all been practically force-fed some form of Muggle candy (usually lemon drops) at least once.

But this.. this was too much.

This stretched the term 'Muggle Studies' far too thin. Not everything in Muggle society needed to be studied; there were far too many things that those of the Wizarding world were unfamliar with, yes, but priority should be given to things that were very important in understanding Muggle culture and behavior. Like computers, and stamps, and treadmills.

Dumbledore had created a 'panel' (Hogwarts staff and Order members were "encouraged" to participate) to help him in his quest for knowledge. He'd also enlisted the help of the castle's Room of Requirement along with a few house elves. The Room provided a separate cubicle complete with chair, desk, and dicto-quill and parchment for each panel member. Sound could come into each cubicle so that they may hear instructions, but no sound could come out. Dumbledore wanted honest opinions and reactions, not a bunch of lemmings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please, I will give you your instructions. This should be a relatively quick and painless process, and for those of you about to enter the job world 'member of Dumbledore's Muggle Studies Panel' will look very good on your credentials list. In a moment, a common Muggle object will appear on the small table before you. Your only job is to react to that object, honestly and wholly. A dicto-quill will take down your comments." He snapped his fingers, and a Sneak-o-Scope materialized on each desk. "This should prevent any lying or tomfoolery. Do not worry about what it said in particular; your personal comments will only be revealed to me. I will generalise the information if it is to be made public. You may now begin."

Dicto-quills scratched silently over parchment as the panelists saw their mystery object. Dumbledore peaked in on several of them, touching the side of his modified sheild-spell with his want to see and hear their reactiions in real time.

Harry Potter was laughing - a real laugh, laughing so hard he was nearly crying. He took his glasses off and wiped his face, chuckling to himself.

Nearly Headless Nick stared down his nose at the object. "I believe I have seen one of these before. I saw some a less cultured guest bring some to a recent Deathday party I attended."

Ron Weasley's object was gone. He licked his lips. "Do you have any more?"

"I can't believe you brought this into the castle, Albus!" Professor McGonagall screeched, "Of all the nerve! I certainly hope I'm the only one who got one of these - there are children here, Albus! What if it had gone to the wrong cubicle? Can you imagine some young mind like Hermione Granger's being scarred by this.. this.. phallic, this obscene... "

"Oh I love these. I used to sneak them past Mum and Dad a lot, even though I knew they'd never approve," Hermione Granger admitted.

Severus Snape glared. He'd already gotten some odd sort of orange residue on his usually pristine robes from handling the object. He was done. Finished. "I cannot believe that you are wasting my valuable time with this, Albus. It would be better spent watching Longbottom melt another one of my cauldrons."

"I's never seen one of these afore, but I's sure it's not right," Winky the house elf said in a worried (but slightly slurred) tone.

Dumbledore appreciated the variety of interactions, and deemed his project a success. Molly Weasely was appalled. Fred and George wanted to start production right away. Tonks liked the color, and Remus thought it could perhaps be used to improve the Wolfsbane potion. Alastor would only stare at his, swearing on all the things he held dear that it had moved and that he once thought it would attack him; he eventuallly blasted it.

Dumbledore held out the remainder of the bag of Cheetos to one of the house elves. "Do you think it's possible to serve these in the Great Hall? The look on Minerva's face..."

I'm very overwhelmed.

A/N: Yeah I know the timeline's weird. Just pretend!

Lucius Malfoy tapped his fingers impatiently on the table as he waited for his food to appear.

Money was becoming a problem for him.

He funded Voldemort. He paid Draco's school dues. He paid the Board of Governors so he had an influence in the school - as ordered by Voldemort, to throw wrenches in Dumbledore's plans as much as possible. He paid the Ministry to keep himself out of jail. And with the US economy going to hell, he spent more money funding those Death Eater ventures and some of his under-the-table financial dealings.

Oh, you wouldn't know, just looking at him. He carefully managed his finances so that he was still able to look rich, no matter what he had to cut corners on behind doors. His eveningwear and robes were the best money could buy - his pajamas were cotton; he always had a fully catered and waitered meal for the Dark Revels that were held at his manor - because he'd sold all but one of his house elves off; he constantly sent Draco lavish gifts to school, and bought envy-envoking jewelry and dresses for Narcissa - due to 'inheritng' certain items of value through raids and attacks.

Finally, a small steaming bowl appeared. He sneered at it.

"ELF!"

The last of his house-elf staff - a small, timid looking thing, looked up at him with fearful eyes.

"What is this drivvel?" He scooped some of the food up with his spoon and let it plop back into the bowl, eyeing it with disgust all the while.

"Ramen, sir," the elf said meekly.

"Ramen?" Lucius looked puzzled. "What in the bloody hell is that?"

"It is a noodle soup, sir. A less extravahgantt foodstuff that is acshully quite common with the University shtudents."

Lucius glared at the small creature.

"M-Most of the food budget was used for the Old Ogden's for your meeting with the Dark Lord, sir," the elf stammered.

Lucius nodded and dismissed the elf. He took a wary spoonful of the Ramen, but spat it out almost immediately.

Lucius plopped his head onto the table with an undignified thud. Perhaps he could get a steed and begin foxhunting for 'sport', like they did in the olden days..

Spike and Dru from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They're all cute and cuddly, sacrifice for each other, and will EAT YOU.!

Mom had some steak in the freezer that was a weird cut, and I like cooking/eating new things, so I looked around for a recipe to use it up.

Here's the recipe:

Ingredients:

• 2 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 onion, thinly sliced
• 2 pounds top sirloin steak, sliced
• 2 cups chunky pasta sauce
• 2 cloves garlic, minced
• 1/2 cup red wine
  

Directions:

1. Heat the oil in a 10 inch skillet over medium high heat. Add the onions and saute until tender, about 5 minutes. Add the steak strips, turning so that all sides get browned, about 10 minutes.
2. Add the tomato sauce, garlic and red wine. Reduce heat to low and simmer for 10 to 15 minutes, or until the steak is cooked through.

( From: All Recipes, just copied for your leisure). Says to serve over garlic mashed potatoes.

I didn't have fresh garlic cloves (sad face), so I substituted garlic powder. I sprinkled it on during the entire cooking process instead of just when it said to add the cloves, so it was nicely flavored all the way through.

It was gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.

The hardest thing about the whole process was getting the damn cork out of the wine bottle! The wine is what made it taste like a unique dish, instead of just spagetti with steak. And you would think that the tomato + potato combo would be weird, but it's good.

I would imagine you could add peppers/spices during the saute stage for a spicier, more Mexican-style dish.. I'll have to try that in the future.

The Doctor stroked his chin absently, brows furrowed, lips pursed. He
occasionally mumbled things under his breath, only to scoff at himself a
few seconds later.

After a time, he made a disgruntled noise and collapsed backward onto the metal
grating of the TARDIS.

( Written in notepad, so it's formatted weird and took up too much space! )

mountaindew.com is offering free loot. tshirts and gaming gear sweepstakes.

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So I've been waiting for the World of Warcraft Mountain Dew to come out...

and apparently the ONE day this entire like .. past 6 months... I haven't been to a store for some random errand..

Yeah it's already out.

Hope Mark wasn't planning on sleeping when he got home from work because, you know.. new Mountain Dew flavors..

I only hope they don't suck like the last few times MD has put out new flavors. Those last 3 that had the big voting thing.. all pretty much just tasted like they dumped assorted fruit flavors and colors in them. Made me think maybe someone spilled candy in the factory and some guy went "OMGZ YUM!"  I also thought the grape halloween flavor they put out one year was terrible. But I imagine these 2 new ones will be at least decent, because they know by attaching WoW onto it they better not screw it up... or, you know, they'll have lots of angry people with swords on their asses.

yeah i'm rambling it's 5:30 in the morning, and now I want Mountain Dew and poppy seed muffins (because of jamie's post about his big poppies!)

the relay for life thing went pretty well. should have posted about it earlier, but after walking for like 4 hours every inch of my body said "GO TO BED FOR TWO DAYS".

there were a lot of little bratty kids there that i wanted to kick/trip/strangle, though.

mark should be posting a picspam soon, i know he's doing stuff for the paper on it so .. whenever he gets time it'll be around.

Got my non-personalized list of reasons for why I may have been rejected for writing at Suite101.. sigh.

I didn't think I'd get accepted, but it's still a kick to the ego. These days you have to be published to get published, and has to be in the same field and meet 50 other criteria. Bleck.

So .. I'm going to be a judge in the big county festival parade thing that happens every summer here. o_0 Judging horses.

A part of me is going.. yay! I'm judging the horses! I'm doing something important and relevant! win!

Another part of me is going.. how in the hell did I manage to get volunteered for this? (*cough*MARK*cough*). At least people will have the advantage that, since I don't know anyone, I'll be an impartial and hopefully fair judge.

On the other hand, I don't know who has done this before me. I would like to think I was picked because I know a lot about horses, etc... but in all reality it was more like "we need people to judge, Mark will your girlfriend get on stage?" "Emily likes/knows horses" "Ok she'll judge that".

So I'm half "WIN!" half "meh."

I'm doing the Relay for Life in a few weeks, and wanted to post a link to my donation page in case anyone is interested. Also, since I made the "custom url for donation" after I sent out the email en masse, I hope I didn't just screw the whole thing up :/

Anywho RFL is .. well, a relay... put on by the American Cancer Society to raise funds for those in the battle with cancer, remember those who have died, and celebrate those who have beaten it. All in all, a pretty awesome thing for anyone who's been affected by this disease.

Don't feel obligated or guilted into donating if you don't have the funds or simply don't want to. I'm posting this not to spam or solicit, but just to get the word out because most people don't donate simply because no one asked them to. Well, here's your chance. :) Tax deductible and all. And some employers will even match your donation, if you ask.

Even if it's just $1, that's $1 more toward a cure or someone's stack of hospital bills.