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Starwind Rohana's LiveJournal:
| Thursday, May 8th, 2008 | |
| 8:49 pm | Decidedly silly story of the plural of platypus. For some reason this snippet came into my head. (Okay, okay, it was Two in the Bush, all right?) The idea of wartime leaders demanding Australian wildlife kind of lodged and turned into...this. Warning: May contain silliness. ( Ordering a platypus. ) |
| Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 | |
| 3:00 pm | Festivities. Does anyone know of an English custom which apparently involves walking around the streets with your face painted green, dressed in strips of fabric (also green), carrying long sticks (which are clacked together at intervals) and accompanied by a person dressed as a ten-foot tree with a crown of flowers, while accompanied by an accordian and a drum? If it helps, the accordian was playing a rather medieval-sounding tune, and the tree had strips of fabric attached. Um...just such a procession walked through the streets from Redland Park about five minutes ago. They took exactly the same route I remember seeing them take two or three years ago. The music was nice, but it was all a bit bewildering. |
| Friday, May 2nd, 2008 | |
| 6:04 pm | On writing. Spent sixty-nine minutes today drilling the keyboard, an activity otherwise known as 'writing'. I refer to it as 'drilling the keyboard' because for a large period of it I was typing frantically in an effort to see where the story was going, and the noise made it sound like I was braking the keys with a hammer. Why was I so eager to find out where the story was going? I had three girls, one of them blind, stuck in the hold of an aeroplane (destination unknown) full of enemies, trying to work out why one end of the hold was equipped with cages, and also trying to find a way off because if they were aboard when the plane landed they were, quite literally, dead. Eventually they jumped out in mid-air while being shot at and turned into birds on the way down, subsequently discovering that the country they were flying over was Africa. Next time I can access the document, I intend to make them have a dangerous run-in with hippopotomuses. Hippopotomi. Whatever. |
| Saturday, April 19th, 2008 | |
| 9:17 pm | This is...kind of strange. Witness me attempting to be deep. It's a dialogue from a Yeerk talking about love and hosts and how the two can mix together until they become addictive. The host is asking the questions. Has a sad ending. ( I think it's worth it, just for this. ) |
| Sunday, April 13th, 2008 | |
| 5:49 pm | Buzzards. Saw three buzzards out yesterday. It was a glorious day -very sunny, warm, bit of a breeze -and the buzzards around the riding stables sometimes come out on the thermals. The first one was in the air -as soon as I saw it I knew it wasn't a crow, because it was twice as big as they were. At one point it got close enough for me to see the stripy pattern underneath the wings, but by then we'd started trotting and, as I was in the front, I couldn't keep bird-spotting. The second one was in a tree next to a field just outside the stables, and the third -and nearest -was sitting on a telephone pole halfway back to town. I love birds of prey. |
| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008 | |
| 7:09 am | Canon. ...so, the realisation occurs that while I am always pairing Tom up with people, I don't much seem to mind who. In Birds of Prey, it's Collette; in Escape 'verse, it's Melissa. Heck, in Miracle it was Inest. The only thing I seem to require is that the person he's paired with is morph-capable, is a decent person, and has gone through/goes through at least one hair-raising dangerous experience with him. Compare this to Jake or Rachel, who I always pair with Cassie and Tobias respectively. Or Jordan, who, when she is romantically involved, ends up with Marco. My brain is weird at times. (But then, you noticed that...right?) |
| Sunday, March 30th, 2008 | |
| 7:35 am | Solution. For anyone wanting to adjust the way things fit the screen in Vista: Right click. Hit 'Personalize'. Go into 'Display settings', and adjust the screen resolution until everything is the right size. |
| Thursday, March 27th, 2008 | |
| 6:17 pm | ARGH. You know what? Just once, JUST ONCE, I would like the computer layout to stay the way it is. I would like the boxes that go around the text to fill the screen, the way they are supposed to, and not, as in the case of this entry text box, be squished over to fill the left half of the window. I would like the text to be in proportion and of a reasonable size. I would like the columns that some LJs appear in to have a sensible width, not a prescribed one. Whatever has just been done to the computer has rendered these desires unfulfilled, or whatever you call it. Everything looks too small and is stupid. I. Hate. It. |
| Monday, March 24th, 2008 | |
| 9:09 pm | More Animorphs. I'm getting productive in this fandom, aren't I? Here's another shot of AU Animorph 'fic. (I so want to say Animorphic...) ( No father. ) ...wow. That was depressing. |
| 6:02 pm | An Epiphany (of sorts). I gave up chocolate for Lent. It was tough to do, but I managed it. Despite some very strong temptations, I held out until eight o'clock PM, the day before Easter Sunday. At which point I discovered that chocolate has somewhat lost its taste. Oh, I still like chocolate, of course. It's just that...well, now that I've lost my resistance, I notice the side effects far more. The way you feel kind of full, only hungry at the same time. The nausea that comes after eating half a bar of the stuff. My Easter eggs are going to last me a very long time, indeed... |
| Tuesday, March 11th, 2008 | |
| 6:15 pm | Sort-of Animorphs Fic. 'Sort of' as in it features a bunch of minor characters, only two of whom recieved the morphing power in Canon (Auxilary Animorphs yay!). But they are Canonical characters. And while this story is in fact set in a complete AU universe, I just had to write it. Short and sweet. |
| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | |
| 6:34 pm | Memory... Something entertaining happened in Biology today, and now I cannot for the life of me remember what it was. This is highly frustrating. It may or may not have concerned the consequences of over-watering desert-dwelling plants. |
| Friday, February 22nd, 2008 | |
| 6:08 pm | In Which Everything that could Possibly go Wrong Proceeds to do so. Firstly, I had an early lesson at Catseyes -that's a kind of pre-driving lesson thing, where you use an old runway to practice steering and so on. Lesson was scheduled for eleven. One and a half hour drive, decided to leave at nine-fifteen. Mother wanted direction, tried to print from Google Maps. This produced a printed map, not the directions. I had to copy/paste the directions into MS Word. Then mother proceeded to yell at me as she hadn't a clue what was going on and it took me several minutes to explain that printing the web page didn't work. We set off late. Then the printed directions sent us the wrong way. These incidents combined to make us half an hour late. After the lesson, it turned out the road home had far too much traffic on it. And then? I had instructions to do supper. These entailed pouring fluid into dish of rice, wrapping dish entirely in tin foil, and placing in oven. Guess what? When I tried to wrap the tin foil around, the fluid slopped everywhere. Then the foild rucked up when I tried to put it in the oven. I yelled at my sister to help. She wrapped the dish the wrong way, and while we were trying to put it in the oven, I had to drag Ruby away. Her back leg got caught and twisted between my feet, making me think I'd dislocated it. Have had a thoroughly bad day. |
| Friday, February 8th, 2008 | |
| 6:05 pm | *Deadpan.* Oh, yay, new stuff. New family computer. I should probably feel grateful, but don't. It arrived, oh, Wednesday? And my uncle's coming over to set it up today. So. Why do I have a bee in my bonnet about this? It takes time. Too much time. Setting it up, that is. I don't want Vista, I'm quite happy with the IE7 layout and functioning. I just generally like this computer, dangit. As a compromise, my parents have agreed to let me have this computer in my (overcrowded) room. On the upside, AU Animorphs fic is coming along quite well, even if I insist on writing chapters out of order and therefore have chapters seven, eight, ten, and thirteen to eighteen on the computer at school while chapter three has yet to be written. |
| Wednesday, January 16th, 2008 | |
| 6:53 pm | Bookses! I ordered six Animorphs books from Amazon on Monday -or possibly Friday. Three arrived today. There is nothing like the pleasure of seeing three new books waiting for you. |
| Monday, December 24th, 2007 | |
| 9:11 pm | Merry Christmas! May you all have a wonderful Christmas, with large trees and warm fires and tasty turkeys and sugary brandy butter and general happiness. *Makes note to light fire tomorrow.* *Wonders if she'll ever get around to writing that Tom/Collette story she was thinking of.* |
| Wednesday, December 19th, 2007 | |
| 7:23 am | Medical Treatments. Just recently found out that Rhanim's gone to Africa to get her ears pinned back. I can't think why; they've never seemed to stick out to me. In other news...five days to go and I still have: No presents for other people. No idea what I'd like to get myself. A 900-word essay to write for Biology... |
| Monday, December 3rd, 2007 | |
| 6:26 pm | On the Topic of Rocks. When I was younger, we would go every year to St Ives, which is a nice town on the coast of Cornwall. i'm sure it was interesting for many reasons, but the one that called to me was the beach. Or, more specifically, the rocks. There was a very large beach at St Ives, and at either end was a truly enormous outcropping of rocks. We're talking big. Rocks sticking up. Rocks piled on top of each other. Rocks the size of cars. Large slabs of stone that vanished into the sand. Most of it, a few hours after high tide, was slimy and decorated with seaweed. Best. Playground. Ever. We would go to St Ives, and I would spend up to seven hours a day climbing around on those rocks like a loon. I would pretend I was an explorer. Or a fugitive. Or some other person of an unspecified occupation. I scraped my knees, slapped seaweed on the cuts, climbed up steep slopes of slate with bare feet, splashed through rockpools, hunted out whitebait, and in general had a marvellous time. There was one sandy little place between three big rocks that I called 'my secret cove'. And there was another place, high up, with four rocks sticking up and a flat bit in the middle, that I think we called the King's Crown. And there was one place where the waves came up and you'd swear you saw them go through the rock. And the big rockpool, and the place where I once found an entire shoal of whitebait trapped, and we caught them and had them for supper. We don't go there any more, and I've lost my agility -there is nothing like rock climbing to give you balance. But it was fun while it lasted. |
| Friday, November 9th, 2007 | |
| 6:18 pm | Why I Read. There are various things to be said for reading a book, just as there are various things to be said for watching television. For me, however, the book has prevailed. Here's a few reason's why. Conveniance. I, as a book-lover, can carry half an hour of teenagers turning into animals to fight aliens around in my backpack. You cannot fit a television into a schoolbag. The television-watcher is therefore unable to snatch five minutes of entertainment in between classes -no problem if you like books. Silence. Strange as it sounds, you don't need to make a noise to read a book. TV makes noise. Moreover, if you are reading a book, you don't get sound interference (being unable to hear what a character is saying). Words. I like words. I like the way they fit together. I like the way you can shape them into elegant arguments. I like the way a particular word in a particular place will sharply bring into focus exactly what the author is saying about a scene or a person. I like the way sentances are structured. I enjoy seeing the words fit together. Odd as it may appear, though, I often don't exactly see the words. I see the meaning. This happens when you read a lot: Though some words stand out, mostly they just slot neatly into place to create a neatly ordered whole. Rereading. Sometimes I will read a particular phrase over and over, because I like it. Sometimes I will flip back in a book to see if I missed anything. Freedom. The book doesn't force the images down your throat. It gives you leeway to add nuances to expression and features and voices. It allows to to form an image around a few central features. Read a good book, and watch the dusty streets of the city rise up in your mind, hear the distant music, experience the thrilling flight of a bird... The book tells you what someone is thinking. It's there, on the page. You don't have to guess. You know. Overall, though, I just like reading because...I just like reading. And that's why I'm waiting impatiently for my Amazon delivery to arrive. |
| Saturday, October 20th, 2007 | |
| 5:12 pm | So, having been MIA for the last fortnight... I am in Rome. It is a place of very nice architecture and strangely amusing tour guides. Sorry for the uncommunicativeness. |