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Honestly, the only thing we pass along the generations is mental illness. Why bother with trinkets or bibles when you can give the gift that keeps on giving?

We pass the crazy down the DNA. Everything else, you can damn well get yourself.

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27 July 2009 @ 09:55 pm

Writer's Block: Bite Me

From Dr. Polidori's Lord Ruthven to Stephenie Meyer's Edward Cullen, the annals of vampire lore are filled with attractive, charming bloodsuckers. Which one would you most want to be bitten by?

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I'm torn. Maybe Jasper Hale, but on condition that the twinkle thing goes. Because really, superhuman killing machine, now with added glitter? As much as I love the series, and Jasper (and more than anything I love that someone out there who deserves a freakin' parade has made an 'I am vampire, hear me twinkle' icon), whether it's an overabundance of sparkle or windchimes, it's just so mockworthy. Though it kinda amuses me, because imagine you're being attacked (not by one of the pretty, tame ones in the good, fun way, but the normal, evil, not so fun kind) and suddenly the sun comes out. Now you're being drained by a disco ball. Death by disco ball: not the coolest way to go.

On the other hand, there's this bandom mentality of making the MCR guys into vampires, and honestly, that's kinda awesome right there. If forced to choose, Jasper may die of dehydration.

Writer's Block: Childish Pleasures

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17 July 2009 @ 12:19 am

Name something you love but feel like you should have grown out of by now.

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Fanfiction. I love it. It's my guilty little badly kept secret. I love reading it, I love writing it, I love laughing hysterically at bad characterisation, and being all girly and idiotic at romantic bits. Not so keen on the high pitched glee sounds that ensue, but what can you do? I love the ways you can explore how other people saw a character, how something you didn't even notice in the original work can be made so emotive and meaningful, and how one single character can be shaped into so many others as well.

Also... kinda nice to be able to create or sink ships at random.

Writer's Block: Week in Review

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22 June 2009 @ 11:07 am

What's the best thing that happened to you this past week?

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I finally got to meet the newest addition to the family. She's gorgeous; deep blue eyes and a disposition that actually managed to make P clucky. No, really. P is generally kinda scared of babies, they cry and get whingy around her and she seems to think it means all babies HATE her. It's somewhat amusing, actually, to see her try and find reasons to not hold babies. So A grizzled a bit at first, because she was hungry and her mum was on the phone, but the second time P held her, she didn't want to give her back. Love at second sight lol.

Not as many pics as I'd normally take, but my in camera flash is evil and bright and I didn't want her eyes melting out of her head. Hopefully I'll be able to borrow a friends external flash next time so I can take the millions of photos wanted.

Writer's Block: Places to Lay Your Head

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02 June 2009 @ 07:14 am

How many different places (cities, houses, apartments, dorm rooms, etc.) have you lived in? Which is your favorite? And your least favorite?

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I've always lived in Brisbane, but I've paid rent at four places, and spent so much time babysitting at another that I practically lived there, too.

My favourite place was the last place we lived. It was a unit, fairly decent size, and it was beautiful. I had complaints about it, sure, because we couldn't ever really decorate how we wanted, and it was a drop in centre for P's family more often than not. But God I wish we were still there. It was only half an hour from the city, not an hour, and it was close enough that people would come visit us. It was close to different types of public transport, our neighbours were awesome, and on the days I missed having pets, I could go play with my neighbours dog, which was awesome.

There's a tie for least favourite. Here rates a mention, because it floods. There's rarely any quiet time because P's parents are upstairs stomping around all day, and they're always here visiting us. But then there's the Pine Rivers house. Basically, P got shitty one day and declared we were moving out (back in the days before I'd have told her to stop being so damn stupid). So we pack up all our stuff and move under her friend's house. Which turns into living in their spare room with almost all our stuff downstairs. The two people we lived with weren't exactly great for my stress levels; they feed our special treat expensive steak to their dogs. Their dogs used a toy from a dead friend as a chew toy because someone went into the room and left it open, and one had a nasty habit of breaking our stuff, which had already barely survived the flooding. He was going through his emo phase, and played one song, full blast, for weeks on end. In the end, it was so bad and expensive living there that P finally sucked it up and went and said sorry to her parents so we could move back into the Toombul unit.

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22 May 2009 @ 09:38 am

Writer's Block: Close Call

Accidents happen all the time, and often we walk away miraculously uninjured. What has been your closest call with avoiding serious harm in an accident?

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When I was ten, right before Christmas holidays started, my mother decided we'd been good and she didn't want to cook, so we were getting KFC for dinner. We were stopped at a red light, been stopped for at least a minute, when a drunk driver slammed into the car behind us so hard that even though he'd left enough space between us, that car slammed into us. Seriously, this guy was so drunk he hadn't noticed the four stopped cars or the big red glowy light. My head impacted the dashboard hard enough that I needed days off school to get over the headache. My 11 year old sister's head slammed into my mothers chair, the impact damaging both of their backs and necks and meaning that both are almost always in pain from it. The driver behind us was taken to hospital, though I know he survived because he got compensation. The drunk driver? Got taken to hospital in a neck brace, but he was so drunk he didn't get hurt. The drunk doesn't count, as if he'd been hurt, GOOD, but out of the four innocent people in the accident, I was the only one with only minor injury, and the only one in my family whose ability to work wasn't impacted.

Writer's Block: How Soon Is Now?

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03 April 2009 @ 12:04 pm

What scientific or medical breakthrough do you most want to happen in your lifetime?

Writer's Block: Divided Self

I want to see those big, cruel diseases, the ones that linger and drag cruelly on, to be conquered. I want Cancer's head on a rusty pike.

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19 March 2009 @ 10:06 am

Do you behave differently online than you do in real life?

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Yes, but then I act differently between blogs and forums, too. I have this and blogger. Here I'm far more open and honest. I'm life sucks, I'll sometimes actually admit it here. Only two rl friends even know this exists, and they already knew I was crazy, so I'm able to be more open about what's really happening in my life. My family read the blogger one, so it's edited massively. I lie, blatantly, on that blog to keep them happy. They don't want to know what's happening, if I'm so depressed I can't get out of bed. They want to see scrapbooking pages, paintings and photos, and be told life is beautiful. So for the most part I just do that, though it annoys me. On forums I say whatever I want.

In real life, like my blogger account, it's all about telling people what they want to hear, because nothing clears a room faster than honesty in my family.

Writer's Block: Passing Time

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16 March 2009 @ 10:38 am

When you're stuck in a boring class or meeting, what's your favorite way to keep yourself entertained (or at least from falling asleep)?

When I was at uni, my friend and I would design tshirts with slogans on them. Quotes from Darkwing Duck, the Goodies, anything we could think of. None ever got made, which is a damn shame, but they were awesome.

She also came up with the brilliant idea of covering her notebooks in colouring in book pages and bringing crayons, though the teacher wasn't as thrilled to see us both hunched over her book, colouring in a care bear.

In another class we gave presentations through toys; hers was through some Star Wars figurines, and mine was through a Gonzo plush toy. Because a ten minute rant on the bastardisation of Beowulf by the dominant religions goes so much better when it's coming from Gonzo. We actually really liked that class, though.

So far I've managed to dodge having meetings elsewhere, thank God.

Writer's Block: Know Thyself

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16 March 2009 @ 10:11 am

What habit of your own annoys other people? Have you ever tried to change it?

A few of my habits annoy people, actually.

For P, there's two (probably more, but whatever). There's the regular bouts of insomnia where I get paranoid about noises inside and so have to hang around in the bedroom after midnight, and so she either leaves the light on for me, or I write by torchlight until I pass out. There's also my annoying ability to get something stuck in my head and have to hear it to death to get it back out again. Think weeks of someone running around unconsciously humming a song they've already listened to, loudly, dozens of times. Yeah, I make her life hell some weeks lol.

I'm a bit scared of medicating myself for anything, let alone sleep. Tried antidepressants once, went bat shit psycho on them (no, really, scary psychotic, P had to restrain me at points). Tried another and they were less than great, too. I tend to have an opposite reaction to stuff, too. Strong painkillers, the ones that put normal people to sleep? Hype me up. Herbal sleeping pills hype me up, too. So I've tried to not drink anything too bad, and try and find ways to wear myself out before bed. As for the music one, I just try really hard to listen to the songs to death while she's not around.

For my Mum, there's my tapping out beats with my fingers, which is something my Dad always did. It's yet another unconscious gesture from me (oh, God, there's hundreds of the freakin' things), but I do try really hard to hold my hands together when I'm around her. Dad's mother, meanwhile, thinks it's great I take after Dad so much.

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13 March 2009 @ 11:44 am

Boots. I has em.

Hee! I have boots that at first reminded P of Sgt Pepper, and me of Firefly/Serenity, but now I give it thought, what they actually remind me of is The Black Parade.

I am in love with my boots. They're gorgeous. Divine. Prettiful and everything.

But, pout, I can't wear them to Ideas Fest. Because I would die trying to run around in them so much, so it's sneakers ahoy in place of beautiful, beautiful black boots.

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13 March 2009 @ 09:52 am

Ideas festival

So, Richard is the official photographer for the Ideas Festival, which means I get to tag along as much as I want and be his assistant.

And it has robowars, which is just awesome.

I'm really looking foward to it, looks like a lot of incredibly interesting activities and talks, and between the sharing of ideas and the ruining of robotic forms, I can't wait. Looking at the program, I can see me having moments of not wanting to leave, so much stuff I'd be happy to just sit and listen to.

Hee, festival 2 with me as assistant. This is so, so awesome.

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12 March 2009 @ 11:21 pm

Sigh.

Ok, so google has failed me (stupid google).

... You all maaaaay have noticed that I tend to get things in my head and then almost compulsively try and solve them (lyrics, anyone!??), and the latest has to do with my writing.

Because, dammit, I want the latin word for demon. And the translators have failed me. Epically. Cruelly. Maybe I've just found the ones created by drunkards, I don't know, all I know is that the three words for demon I've found: everto, eruo and adnihilo actually mean demolish. Helpful much, not. I just want to know how to say 'beautiful demon', that's all. I don't want anything rude, crass or R rated, just one freakin stupid phrase that needs to be evicted from my head asap.

It's driving me mad. I've narrowed down the list of ten possible 'beautiful' words, I just need demon.

Stupid dead languages making me sleep deprived.

... also, I'm well. Just tired and inspired and wishing my muse would work to the English language. Though I've worked more on the fangirl fic, finally, and chapter two is nearly done (god I take too long).

... oh, and I get to help with another photog job at the end of the month. Will post more later when my muse has recovered from the lack of latin.

Tags: idiocy, rambling, sleep deprivation

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09 February 2009 @ 09:53 am

Writer's Block: Fearsome

The boogeyman, global thermonuclear war, being forced to eat broccoli—there's a lot to be afraid of when you're a kid. What was your biggest childhood fear?

The biggest childhood fear was Tim Curry in a clown suit. I managed to wander downstairs at a particularly nasty part of the movie 'It', and I happily admit my deep seated hatred of clowns is because of it. I don't trust anyone if I can't see identifying facial features, because hey, what if they really are a demonic entity trying to eat me? (Actually, these days it's more that I trust them around me, because I'm usually in a bad mood, I just don't trust them around my young cousins).

It didn't help when I managed to walk in, again, a few years later at the bathroom scene where he came out of the drain. I spent years checking drains before I'd have a shower.

Though, the funniest part of the phobia was when I realised it was Tim Curry, and I was a RHPS fan. It became really hard to be afraid of the clown when you'd seen it pelvic thrusting in women's underwear.

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06 February 2009 @ 09:23 am

Writer's Block: Seven

Which of the seven deadly sins—sloth, greed, lust, gluttony, anger, envy, and pride—are you most likely to commit?

It's a tie between anger and pride for me. Anger because I tend to hide what I'm really feeling behind it, and unfortunately where I used to live, it was either sound like you were gonna kick someone's head in or get slammed into with trolleys (lots of parents, lots of bad parents letting their kids push trolleys into people and laughing about how cute they were).

Pride? Well, that's obviously because I'm an uppity little snot.

Writer's Block: You Wouldn't Understand

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28 January 2009 @ 09:05 pm

Almost everyone coins or uses expressions that make sense to only a few people. What word or phrase do you use most often that you have to explain the meaning of to others?

"That's what they all say," followed a moment later by "and then they let the shetland pony go." In fairness, though, our more fangirly GNW fan friends all just nod sagely when we inevitably finish the phrase for no apparent reason. Our parents, however, roll their eyes and wonder why we're not in a mental hospital somewhere.

Or "your ankles look pale...again", sung randomly when silences get awkward. Not that it makes them less awkward for everyone else, but at least we're amused by the confused, wary looks. Works best when pointing to someone whose ankles you can't actually see.

Or, when driving passed something and having someone ask what that random blur was: "from a car going at 90, it looks like fennel", which is especially good for old buildings or cows.

Tags: language, slang, words, writer's block

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27 January 2009 @ 02:57 pm

Writer's Block: Open Arms

Have you ever spontaneously hugged someone you didn't know? Or received an unexpected embrace from a stranger?

Writer's Block: Gone but Not Forgotten

When I was at uni, I did a media studies course, and part of the class was spent watching movies. Most were fine, but there was one that was just blood and gore and that creeped me out completely. So I turned my face away, and buried it in my friend's shoulder. And they hugged me, and I hugged back, and kept hiding at gross bits.

So the lights come up, and I turn to crack a joke with my friend to find that, oh, not actually my friend. My friend is sitting happily to my left, looking at the embracing pair in amusement. It was some guy I'd never met before, oh so happily playing knight in shining armour.

Tags: etiquette, hugging, national hugging day, writer's block

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10 December 2008 @ 10:15 am

Many beloved television shows are no longer with us, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Six Feet Under, and Mystery Science Theater 3000. What defunct television show do you miss the most?

Alas, Sideshow, you never really had a chance.

The ABC put you on at stupid times on bad nights, all in the name of saying 'hey, we tried to bring something interesting, you all just let us down' even when they really didn't try that hard to give you a chance. You didn't even make it to their comedy night, which was sad, given the crap they pass as comedy as a general rule of thumb.

Sure, you were a remaking of the Big Gig, but come on now, it's better than the usual BBC stab your eye out with a pen because we'll repeat it from the day you're born till you're eighty type shows they welcome in with open arms (or bent over the nearest desk, I can't quite tell which end is the ABC's arse at this point). You were funny, and different, and you introduced a lot of younger people to the joys of near forgotten arts many had never heard of and possibly couldn't pronounce.

It wasn't just you, though, Sideshow. There have been many good shows who died too young. Your great uncle from America, Firefly, was another fantastic show killed for no apparent reason, and we miss him, too.

Sigh. The good die young.