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| Sunday, August 9th, 2009 | | 8:11 pm |
Black Box um...whatever
And I'm trying to catch up here... Saturday...Well Laura somehow thought it was two hours later than it actually was and came and bounced on my bed at 8 in the morning. I need more than 5/6 hours sleep. Argh. It did take me half an hour of lying there before I said 'You do realise it is 8 o'clock right?"
Yes well.
I presented a variety of options fr entertainment and Laura rather surprising elected to go out of the house to Priddy and the ponds up there. It was a gloriously sunny day and we got there with cameras at the ready and...wow, the amount of purdy dragonflies and butterflies there. We spent a long time trying to catch them all. on film. We have a lot of pictures of grass where only moments previously a perfectly in focus Dragonfly was sitting. We um...well there were some ponds that weren't normally there. Laura fell in them. And out of them. And in them again.
(repeat until exhausted, wet and covered in mud)
We did then sit upon the shores of the lake and watched the world go by whilst randomly discussing stuff. By the time we got home , had a late lunch and flopped, the tentative plan of going into town failed. FAIL FAIL FAIL. So we didn't go anywhere, we just plotted and Laura bullied me horribly and I helped mum unpack the shopping and so on. I cooked barbeque for tea - chinese pork, herby chicken and minty lamb and then we forced Kat to watch the movies she sent to Laura with us.
The Lion in Winter as great but KAT I AM NEVER FORGIVING YOU FOR POLYESTER! EVER! DAMN YOU!
Suffice it to say that we are now plotting dark revenge upon her. Possibly sending her Tellytubbies or Twilight for Christmas!
Sleeping was definitely needed by me at least for we were getting up relatively early this morning to go to the Car boot sale! Hurrah.
I rousted Laura out of bed at the cack of dawn - there's a change - and we set off in more blazing sunshine to the big Boot Sale to look for Treasure! Ahaaaaaaaar matey.
Apparently I am very picky about my pirate treasure. I have purchased ornamental daggers , random shiny necklaces, a large piece of citrine, a few book and um... stuff. Laura bought...ten million books, a wireless router, a DVD drive, two six inch dolls, some random dolls house stuff,and some dodgy DVDS. I turn my back for TWO MINUTES!
WE nearly expired due to heat though. Seriously. There was a lot of...LEave me! Go on without me...I CAN'T MAKE IT! before we made it all the way around, and got to the car. The flower man was getting rid of his stuff and we had armfuls of roses and gerberas and stuff. Also I believe I have a touch of sunburn, but I borrowed Laura's hat! No heatstroke this time!
We got home, ate, had cold showers and flopped. My gran popped down as well then it was dinner. Roast lamb! And since then we have been watching films again and Eureka. Exhaustion has me! I blame Laura!
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| | Saturday, August 8th, 2009 | | 5:57 pm |
Belated Black Box pt1
Laura pointed out that people might think I am already dead if I don't update on a black box of her visit.It's true, I have come near death several times already! So here followet the Black Box of Laura's visit so far, for the purpose of better informing those who take on the mission of entertaining Laura for any length of time... ( Read more... ) | | Saturday, July 18th, 2009 | | 11:55 pm |
Title: When You Are Done Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) perryvic Recipient: cjmarlowe Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 13+
Spoilers: Up to the end of Season 4
Request - Post-apocalyptic survival-fic; AU and/or non-canon apocalypse scenario totally okay. Mega bonus points for having a significant role for the women of Supernatural. Any pairing (het or slash) or gen welcome
Summary: “She didn't know who had won, because behind her eyes, angels still screamed loud enough to tear the air into shreds, and demons exploded, and fire rose up as flesh clawed on flesh. Then it stopped, and those who were left standing, were left standing.
A/N: I haven’t written a lot of Supernatural fanfic so I hope this is okay! (if a little long!) Thank you tozaganthi , tzi andgooglebratwho betaed for me and watched me be inept at uploading.
When You Are Done | | Wednesday, November 12th, 2008 | | 5:49 pm |
| | Sunday, October 5th, 2008 | | 11:44 am |
Meme!
* Post three things you've done that you believe no one else reading has done.
* If anyone responds with "I've done that", add another thing.1)Talked someone down with a knife who was wanting to kill themselves after a frantic midnight call from their daughter and an equally frantic drive to their house. 2) Been involved in breaking up a cult! 3)Used blood in a History essay (as my soldier character died in the middle of writing his diary) I got an A++ | | Monday, August 18th, 2008 | | 12:26 am |
Black Box 5
Well today we got up early - I got up early actually and then made Laura a cuppa tea and told her she had ten minutes to get up. She ignored me. I had calculated this time lag and had her breakfast ready and all of that so we did actually manage to leave the house before 9 to the great boot sale expedition. We do this every time Laura is down and Laura always manages to buy random items that you couldn't find anywhere else. She is skilled that way. This time was no exception. Fortunately I had practises saying No to many of her suggestions. Things I did not let Laura buy/ was not persuaded to buy by Laura 1) Multiple ponies. 2) A giant scorpian in a glass case 3) Random Ships 4) A Pirates of the Caribbean Globe 5)Glow in the dark pony keyring 6) A random shield for the play. 7)Random ANYTHING WE PASSED INCLUDING PUPPIES 8 SG1 roleplaying game - but too heavy to send to people. I was also Edumucated loudly about Wade whimsies figures. I now know too much. We saw my friend Katy there who was selling some of my tat for me (hurrah for her) and we ambled around all morning buying books and things and dolls house bits and so on and so on. And precisely three hours after she last ate, Laura's hunger pangs kicked in and we fled the place, in search of food at Tesco's. We came bck, cooked the curry and rice and potato thingy and ate too much and flopped in a heap. And there we stayed plotting and randomly shouting "There's been ...a murder!" at random intervals. Later on, we watched the Mummy 2 so Laura could see Alex as a young boy and did a bit of jp-ing then Laura ot hungr again and wanted boiled eggs! Crazy but true! AIM has sucked a great deal this evening and in among posting and all, I got sucked in by one of Laura's book purchases - and I read it in under a couple of hours.Enjoyable fluff:-) Laura is currently sitting under the desk and we will be going off to bed soon! For tomorrow, the South repels the invasion of the North by virtue of taking them back to the train station! | | Saturday, August 16th, 2008 | | 11:56 pm |
Black Box 4
Today it rained. It was also the small fuzzy's birthday so I let her sleep in. Which she did! I then gave her an option of what she wanted to do and she wanted to do nothing!
(Hurrah!) Well, she wanted to stay in. watch DVD's and go to the cinema tonight. And to create a mini-adventure generator as well. So this morning, we chilled and thought up a hundred and 22 mini-events. Then there was food - Laura had a sweetcorn, and some beef and salad and crackers and stuff. I had a sandwhich and a manky peach. Ick.
We putzed around a bit in the afternoon. Laura (and Kat by proxy) made me watch Downfall. It is long, depressing and if used as a drinking game for the amount of people dying or committing suicide, it would be time to call an ambulance for alcohol poisoning in the first hour. Still it was a good film, if somewhat depressing. I also got to hear Laura in full skeery 'Don't mess with me, I've worked in customer service and I can kick your ass" mode as she dealt with a billing problem. There were a few people at madasafish cleaning their underwear this afternoon I can tell you!
More food took place - more scavenging which Laura is apparently fine with and talking to her mum, and then we fled the place to the cinema to see the Mummy 3 - Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Which actually was pretty good fun. My hand was crushed by Laura in exciting bits - I sacrificed it to prevent other bodily parts being destroyed by random clinging in the cinema. We liked the Yeti's, especially the one that did victory arms in a Yey! I destroyed things Yey! " way.
Then we came back and Laura has been forcing me at gunpoint to be her poroject manager and MANAGE things.
I uh....wore the Tiara of Change Management to give me an air of authority. I'm not sure that it worked.
Soon we will away to bed, for we have to get up early to go to the boot sale and look for bargains! hurrah!
| | Friday, August 15th, 2008 | | 11:54 pm |
Black Box 3
Well, today I woke up and felt rubbish. The stomach of doom was in full doom-rage, and swollen up. Needless to say it is very uncomfortable and ridiculously large and makes me a bit irritable. As I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed, my mum had thwarted Lickle Lara's atttemp to run upstairs and bounce on my bed. Aha! I was saved!
However, on close examination, the weather was fine and we had to seize the day as this is likely to be the only decent day in Laura's visit. So, with some flailing around and packing of sandwiches we set off for the seaside.
I'm actually only 45minutes of so from the sea at Burnham on Sea, or Weston Super Mare, and were actually headed for Brean which is one big old beach. Aside from the productive plotting discussion on the trip down - in which we digressed and realised that the theory of youngest son having a high probability of gayness as seen by Laura on a documentary applied to every character we had ever written ever - and that I really can't leave even a mini plot alone without trying to blow it into something enormous, and the unofficial motto of this holiday being "It's a mini-adventure!" - we arrived at Brean with little incident.
Unless you count the diversion and me going 'Argh! Lost now...oh no, I'm not' and Laura going "It's a mini-adventure."
Well the beach at Brean turned out to be a Small Fuzzy's paradise. There was water and sand and wide open spaces to run around in and most importantly there was mud. Sinking mud and all the peril that goes with it. So there ws running around, and we built a Sand Weyr (I planned it so much better than Laura did) There as mutinous writing on the sand. There was rather amusingly the discovery of a random bit of writing in the sands that said "Ianto is king!" All highly ironic as you can see Cardiff across the bay and Flatholm and Steepholm were behind us (Where the episode with the rift returnees were)
We had a picnic, we nearly got stuck in the mud, Laura failed to prove her theory that she was light like an ant and would not sink. Not even running and shouting "I'm an ant! I'm an ant!" helped for some reason. We poked things with sticks and failed to fly a kite because for the first time ever there was no breeze there! TarnSarnit!
And then filthy and covered in mud we returned home where mum banished us to the shower and bath and then we had big old roast beef dinner and rice pudding as a slightly early Laura Birthday tea.
After dinner we ran away to watch movies - the Spiderwick Chronicles which was actualy rather enjoyable and some load of tosh called Dragon Wars, which as Laura said should've been called "Giant Snake who might just turn into a dragon maybe Wars". It was rubbish:-)
We are currently sitting here yawning and a glow with sunburn which we didn't notice at the time! Lord only knows what we wil be doing tomorrow!
| | Thursday, August 14th, 2008 | | 10:59 pm |
Black Box Part 2
I'm still aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivve. Just about. My stomach has seen better days however, but that is by the by. Onwards with the account of the reign of Devestation created by the invading northerner.
Last night we watched Stardust, which I liked a lot, and Shrek the Third (which was more on in the background to be honest) I discovered that I could not eat. I was a big old pile of fail at that but Laura got to eat a supersweet sweetcorn and crackers and pate and salad and other random food items that passed me by. We did discover that I am incapable of writing posts if on the laptop and lying on my bed. My brain shuts down. However, I was better sitting up so tonight, though I am laptopping I am doing it siting up in the lounge.
Anyhoo, Laura was a little more awake last night so it was pretty late getting to bed even with the Pirates bedtime story (arrrrr matey's) and yet, mysteriously I was awake a lot earlier. While I whiled away the time waiing for her to surface I wrote another section of the Pantomime so Katy would have something to work on. Eventually, te Small Fuzzy emerged from the pit of despond at about half 10 and then did not really gain consciousness for about another hour. Our early start failed us!
Today was Clarks Village day - and now traditional trip when Laura is here and off we went into the rain and thunder and weird weather.
Things that occured during odays visit/ things I have learned.
1) There is no good time or place to have Laura announce loudly. "No Vicky we are not going to stop and look at the Sheep Porn" - even if there was , the National Trust shop is not that place.
2) Only with Laura could there be such a thunderstorm while we were in Monsoon (yes, the irony was clouting me over the head) that the electricity went out and we were evacuated. She promptly declared it the best holiday ever.
3)LAura left her sandals behind in Whitards where she bought shiny chocolate for no reason aside from it being shiny
4) Next(to Nothing) is a black hole singularity of bargains. Laura got a very nice work jacket for £7 down from £70 and a pair of trousers for £4 from £28. She refused all my effort to make her wear sparkly stuff. Dang her
5) I am more traumatised by Laura losing her camera than she is.
6) We bumped into Katy and had a brief chat about Pirates and so on. Katy and Laura survived meeingeach other and there was no marking of territory - just as well as I really didn't want to go there.
7) There was a big old rainbow as we went home.
8) We bought more chocolate from the Thornons facory shop han anyone should ever have.
At home, I had somewhere in the course of the day foolshly told Laura the secret of how Kat keeps me writing. Which was that she effectively tortures me until I do as she says in some weird abusive co dependent co-writer relationship *coof*. Unfortunaely, this meant that when we got home, Laura started doing the same! And she was able to lean over and poke me literally if I didn't respond quickly enough. ARGH.
And thus we have continued as we were exhausted from the excitement of shopping. Tomorrow, we shall see what the weather brings and what time the Small Fuzzy gets up.
And whether I can stop the 't' key sicking on my lappy! tarn sarn it.!
| | Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 | | 4:32 pm |
Black Box Part one
WEll, yes we all know what this stands for - the Lickle Laura has descended upon the south, therby fulfilling her promises of invasion. I need to initially recount the story of the what Laura has been mockingly calling the Great Storm Story of 2008. Basically, the weather is appalilng at the moment and yesterday, just before I was going off to get Laura from bristol, I thought, hey, I'll take the washing in. So there I was taking it in when there was an almighty clap of thunder and I kid you not, it was like someone was standing over me with an giant barrel and poured it over my head. Then there was hail the size of very large peas and I couldn't see and withing ten seconds I was saturated to the skin. This meant I had to go inside, strip off and get changed again before heading out to get Laura. This turned out to be one of my Worst Journey's Ever. First of all, before I even got out of the village a concrete transporter was blocking the road and about for of us were traped for twenty minutes. Of course I start panicking already that I won't get there and floor it to pick up time. Only the freak storm has had a consequence in that as I got to a junction, they shut it due to an accident. So I had to back track and go a different route. Only this route was flooded. So I eneded up risking a slightly less floody route (and panicking at water up nearly over the wheels) to get where I needed to be. Then I was nearly driven into as I was coming into Bristol - forgot that, and some total git cut me up by being in the wrong lane. By the time I got to the train station, I was so stressed my legs were all in cramp and as Laura said, all she had to do was look for the person who seemed to be flailing the most. We fled the city, and the journey back was marked by some of the most truly awful duet singing of bohemian rhapsody that has ever existed - as well as other songs that were tortured horribly in the process of getting to Tesco's. This turned out to be a cunning plan as Laura was a little travel lagged and did not have the brains to overload the shopping trolley. Still, we have come back with salad (I was shocked) pate, crackers,popcorn, crisps, pork pies, yoghurts, juice, bread, sweet corn, tuna, tea cakes, cocopops,peanut kitkats and Dr Pepper. There might be more but believe me that is a smaller amount. Then I had some of my belated presents and they were very shiny. I gave Laura some of her early for no reason at all especially as they are coding book, no, no reason. Anyhoo. Mum had done us roast lamb, and very nice it was too, and then Laura decided to torture me by making me watch Cromwell. Things I have learnt from Cromwell: In the event of a civil war I should fold my arms and glower at people. I should train my army before I try fighting. Anyone who is fat is apparently evil (woops, I got the wrong memo there) and if they are Catholic the are the spawn of Satan. And that film had no bias what so ever...yeah right Cromwell had a friend who could shout over three miles and friends who couldn't take a hint when he rode off without them. He also travelled with a crack military choir and presumably spent all that time standing in marshy bogs because it was the only place they could rehearse. If you are going to fight in a civil war, take your own coffin with you. All you need to take Bristol is a small poofy dog and the ability to wave a sword around enthusiastically. They had really bad taste in orange sashes but it reminded me of the ones you had to wear in team games at school. If you have an important worldchanging speech to make, make sure you make it 1) facing a wall, 2) facing away from everyone else for no reason 3) Have soldiers clear out the room and make it to an empty room if it is a vision for the world. Having survived this, and Laura being Princess Sparklytoes and using my tiara thing (long sory but it's shiny) I was trying to write a little more of next years pantomime, while my brother kindly set Laura's laptop on our network. Only strangely, somehow I started finding chracters such as " A RANDOM NORTHERNER- inventor of the friction match in the cast list! Eventually Kat ratted out Laura for being tired and I sent her to bed - We had a bed time story from The Pirates, and Adventure with Whales, and Laura nearly laughed so much she choked. This morning, the SMall Fuzzy slept reasonably late while I pratted around with Mum and things such as showers were had. Laura read something on the BBC which has resulted in a rash of Northerness, threats of bringing down a reign of vengence which looks suspiciously like a reign of...well rain. I was meant to be writing a post and then I was distracted by Laura and Kat, but I got it done eventually! Then we wnt off in the only bit of the day without pouring rain to town. I insisted Laura take a coat because you know, rain, gales = cold/flu/pneumonia. She told me that I was a southern wuss. And went out wearing sandal. When it did pour with rain later on in the expediton she then splashed deliberate in all the deep puddles. I have no problem wit her having wet feet if she wants, however I WAS STANDING NEXT TO HER (just pointing that out Laura). We had lunch as well, where I caught the curious looks of the woman behind Laura whenever she rather enthusiastically talked of death and destruction. Having overloaded my stomach, I needed to flee so where we are, wet and bedraggled, once more on the top of the hill, safe from flood. Even if I had to drive through them just to entertain a certain small fuzzy. | | Saturday, July 5th, 2008 | | 7:46 pm |
Snicker...
...Waits for Doctor Who fandom to explode in paroxysm of squee and/or flailing. On your marks...get set...go! (hehehehe) | | Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 | | 7:00 pm |
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
Two were taken out of the list because they were repetitive.
| | Monday, June 23rd, 2008 | | 7:59 pm |
Meeeeeeeme!
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. Or from your own memory.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
6. Those who guess correctly have to do the Meme next. | | Saturday, June 7th, 2008 | | 12:28 am |
| | Wednesday, May 28th, 2008 | | 2:19 pm |
IT SHOULD BE ON FRIDAY I TELL YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT!
Yes, okay I'm sorry I appear to have told everyone the wrong day! Oops!
*smooches*
PPS. So the Job I was organising - kinda due on Friday too. Sorry! | | Sunday, May 25th, 2008 | | 11:55 am |
Off out!
I have had a busy week and I have to go out again. To summarise, I was out at the Cinderella Awards last Saturday (think the Oscars for pantomimes) Aw Em on Sunday - who is literally about to pop and have her baby any moment. Tai Chi on Monday (and work obviously) Tuesday - Well, Mum's fella decided to effectively dump her over the phone and since that point in time I have had a distraught mother to deal with and murderous impulses to quash as he has not met her face to face yet and given any resolution. It's one thing to not be feeling it in a relationship and to talk about it and come to some sort of decision, but this is ridiculous at best and cruelty at worse. He has had this done to him, and hated it so he should know what he was doing and what it felt like. Since then I have been counselling mum pretty much continuously from when I come back from work but I can't stop her from being hurt. Friday - Last day of term and all the drama that ensues from that and, significantly a slightly dodgy sandwich I ate half of and then threw away. (I bought it as a treat. Ha) Then I went to the Theatre AGM - which was amusing and then much to my amazement, Katy and I won the coveted Roy Bevan Memorial Award for outstanding services to the Theatre. We were there half listening, totally thinking it was someone else and half missed all the nice things the Chairman was saying because we thought it was about someone else. | | Tuesday, May 20th, 2008 | | 5:25 pm |
Public Service Announcement!
Perryvic: Dear Kat, Please stop Laura using me as a means of finding random objects! Zechsym: *dies* Zechsym: I'll just duct tape her things to her Zechsym: Works better that way Perryvic: It was her car this time. This could present a challenge Zechsym: *SNERK* Zechsym: She needs to check the other aisles *nods* Perryvic: She could not remember what floor she had parked on. I said level 4 Perryvic: It was Zechsym: ... how do you forget what floor you parked on? Zechsym: I get aisles wrong, sure Perryvic: I DID NOT EVEN KNOW IF THE PLACE SHE PARKED HAD LEVELS Zechsym: *dies* Zechsym: YOU ARE SKILLED | | Sunday, May 4th, 2008 | | 5:14 pm |
When I see a plot hole..
...I've got to jump right in. Plot holes bug me, I've got a compulsive Fixer streak that needs to have rationales and this applies to fandoms I don't technically write in. In this case it is a plot hole involving Captain Jack Harkness and there I was this morning tidying up when I suddenly realised something.... | | 11:40 am |
Coff...wheeze....hack...
Well, my absence from LJ has been primarily due to the Show at the theatre. which ran last week. Since then, in a traditional post show way I have had a revolting cold, and I'm fighting it off manfully over the weekend. My friend Katy and I have become known as the people to go to for Set painting and design and we did pretty much all the set for this show which was the most ambitious the Little Theatre have done. So yes, we did 42nd Street last week and I have to say, it was a cracker of a show. I was just random general chorus although it was acknowledged that yes, I probably had the best/worst/most outrageous costume in the whole show. I nearly died when I saw it. And then nearly died everytime I had to wear it!
Frankly, that particular costume change (one of five I had - it's a fast paced show - one poor lass had 17. She lost half a stone that week) made me look much like a cross between a 17th Century Pope, Cruella de Vil and a Pearly King. For ages I wondered why they put me as the "elite Posh Lady" in the finale when there are frankly people much more elegant and posh looking. When the costume arrived I worked out why...none of the others had the bulk to stand the weight of it for more than a minute. It was well over 10 Kilos with all the sequins on it. People would try it on and buckle under the weight. As it needed to be worn for over ten minutes, I got that joyous task.
Here is a picture of the VICKYPOPE so you can be as amused as everyone else appeared to be!
I also took ten million pictures behind the scenes as I usually do which are always fun.
If you feel a desperate urge to see them, you can have a poke in the album, and witness us, and some of the bad quality but amusing video clips
http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/vickyorman/42ndStreetBehindTheScenes/ |
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