Well, I thought Laura's quiz was cool. ^_^

[insanely-long-and-boring warning]

[my name is]: Tasha
[in the morning I am]: A zombie
[all I need is]: Broadband
[love is]: Not walking slowly on public pavements
[I'm afraid of]: Being bad at things
[I dream about]: Goodge Street station blowing up. O.o

-W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R-
[coke or pepsi]: Coke. *Diet* Coke.
[flowers or candy]: The right flowers trump the wrong candy.
[tall or short]: Tall

-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X- <<
[what do you notice first?]: Eyes, hair, hands and wrists
[dream boy/girlfriend]: No comment
[do you believe in love at first sight?]: Never seen it happen myself

-W H O-
[makes you laugh the most?]: My li'l brother, much as I hate to admit it
[makes you smile]: I smile at a lot of people
[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: None of your damn business :p
[easiest to talk to]: Er... talk? Like, without a keyboard?

-D O. Y O U .E V E R-
[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to I.M. you?]: No, but sometimes I eye it hopefully while Fimo-ing...
[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: On occasion, particularly when middle-aged men refer to me as a 'lady'. -_-

-W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-
[you talked to on the phone]: Ivan
[hugged]: Katy
[you instant messaged]: Andrew
[you laughed with]: Katy and Lizzu over Mermaid Melody. I'm going to hell for watching that :s

-D O .Y O U-
[color your hair]: Have you *seen* my hair? I tried for red once and it just got blacker...
[ever get off the damn computer]: Only under duress
[habla espanol]: Not enough to answer in cod Spanish, which is what I want to do

-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-
[smoke cigarettes]: No
[obsessive]: 'Screaming perfectionist control freak' might be a better description.
[could you live without the computer?]: No
[how many peeps are on your buddylist?]: Er *struggles*... about 20?
[what's your favorite food?]: Fresh-baked bread
[whats your favorite fruit?]: Raspberries
[like watching sunrises or sunset]: Sunrise, but let's face it with my sleeping habits this isn't an experience I get often.
[what hurts the most? physical pain or emotional pain?]: That's the dumbest question I've ever seen.
[trust others way too easily?]: Heh. No.

-N U M B E R-
[of times I have had my heart broken? ]: 0
[of hearts I have broken?] : *sweatdrop* 1.
[of boys I have kissed?] : Not answering that one
[of girls I have kissed?] : Or that one
[of continents I have lived in?] : 1
[of drugs taken illegally?] : Nothing much, unless you count obscenely large doses of prescription drugs. (I come from a medical household, we laugh at maximum dose warnings)
[of close friends?] : All my friends are close, whether I see them much or not. The others just think they're my friends. ^_^
[of cd's that i own?] : Lots, freakishly eclectic selection, about forty percent non-shameful
[of scars on my body?] : One, but it's a good 'un, and you can see the marks of three separate teeth from the escalator step edge. ^_^
[of things in my past that i regret?] : Does 'two of my grandparents went and died on me before they could see me get to Oxford' count? Failing that, any time when I feel I've made a prat of myself.

LAST.RUN
I KNOW: My way around London
I HAVE: A blue Ford Ka
I WISH: I wasn't such an introvert
I HATE: Not really
I MISS: A small cottage in Wales called Rhyd-y-Drain where I used to go on holiday
I FEAR: Speed cameras
I HEAR: Right now? Queen's college being very quiet.
I SEARCH: For craft supplies
I WONDER: Whether this is such a good idea
I REGRET: Didn't we do this one already?
I LOVE: The smell of napalm in the morning
I ACHE: When I slouch in front of my computer for too long
I CARE: But only on special occasions
I ALWAYS: Want more tea, thankyou
I AM NOT: The lost princess Anastasia
I DANCE: Like Ayanami Rei
I SING: Like Nanami Luchia
I CRY: Very occasionally, and only for calculated emotional effect. ^_^
I DO NOT ALWAYS: Hear people talking in crowds
I WRITE: If imouto-chan beats me round the head
I WIN: Mind games
I LOSE: Computer games
I CONFUSE: Jon, or so he keeps telling me
I LISTEN: To everyone
I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND: At my desk or in her room
I AM HAPPY ABOUT: People, of both the generic and specific varieties

Posted by Jongleur at 10:42 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

when my room is all clean. It pleases my perfectionist soul. I de-dusted this evening and now everything feels all nice - and also my Fimo things should stop coming out with bits of dust stuck in them ^_^;;;

So, spent a pleasant weekend lounging around in Katy's room and discovering the myriad joys of Black Books, which I also took far too long to catch on to. Verily shall we share the Bernard jam love with the world! ^_____^

Ivan and me went to see Alastair Campbell speak at the Sheldonian, which was really interesting and very entertaining but not particularly revealing - he wasn't especially polished in his delivery (unsurprisingly for a backroom player), but he is used to phrasing things in such a way as to give exactly the impression he intends. I don't think it changed my (high-but-sceptical) opinion of him much.

Today was a Fimo day, as was yesterday afternoon, and the Rei hairband is coming along nicely, though Dad's advice to varnish the brass quickly while the paint (as it turned out) was not yet dry may mean I have to remake some bits of it tomorrow >.<

Oh, and as for the less pleasant events of the weekend, she is both the toughest and the bravest woman I know. Nuff said. ^_^

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RAOUL LA CRUZ AND MWU LA FRAGA! LAURA I LOVE YOU!

*huggles shitajiki*

*puts it up in pride of place on wall*

*takes it down to huggle some more*

You didn't have to get me anything, silly person. Thank you so much ^_________________________^

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hence the lack of bloggage. Since the last entry, I made some stuff for eBay. I received pretty pretty beads from America and gleed. I listened to 'Heart ni Kiraboshi Sakashitare' on repeat for longer than any healthy human being should. I bought a Raffles book which I have had no time to read because there keep being pesky other things to do, like eat, sleep and attempt to prevent myself from going bankrupt. My father covered the living room, the house and possibly the world in a thick layer of plaster dust.

Because I am very boring today (very tired too, cleaning up vast quantities of plaster dust --> knackered Tasha >.<), here and here are links which amused me. And this makes me happy.

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More ES Posthumus, because I'm still obsessed, but a lot less of the angry-dramatic this time. This is mellow-intense, much quieter than my usual but particularly suitable for that insomniac time in the morning when you're no longer either awake or asleep but somewhere in the middle. I bet Andrew likes it. :-p

And just because I don't see why I should suffer alone, here is the worst song in the world. Avril Lavigne covers Chop Suey, anyone? You have to hear it to believe it. I only downloaded it because its Kazaa comment read 'I would rather kill myself than ever listen to this again'. :-D

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Well, nobody seemed to see that one coming. Though I suppose, given that Russell T Davies last cast him as Jesus, they really should have. ^_^;;

Good job keeping it secret though. *intrigued* Bloody hell, what kind of Who is he writing that needs gritty dramatic casting like that?

In other news, Infernal Affairs is great and Andy Lau's coolness nearly outweighs his ego (that sounds like faint praise until you see how many times he features in the credits O.o) Though oh, how I wish he hadn't made Tony Leung have nasty facial hair. >.<

(from the BBC Ten Things We Learned This Week)
10. People who chat online have just seven topics of conversation - popular culture, solidarity, food, relationships, money, social activity and banter.

*sweatdrops* I don't think I make more than four of those. Anyone want to talk about food?

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Has anyone played Shadow Hearts (or ideally, Shadow Hearts II)? If so, can you enlighten me as to what the hell this is:

Somebody wants me to make one, and I can't find any more pics cos I don't know what it is and I can't work it out. I just need its name.

This is my week for posting cries for assistance on my blog. ^_^;;;

UPDATE: thankyou all you lovely people who came to my aid. Got it now ^_^

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Shallow glee #1: Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Stupid characters, random violence, Johnny Depp being gratuitously cool, and a script so cheesy the inhabitants of Cheddar would run screaming. Loved it. Best Line Award is divided between 'Are you a Mexican or a Mexican't?' and 'See you later.' 'Yeah. ....fucker.' (it's funny in context, alright?) ^_^

Shallow glee #2: Plunkett and Macleane. Mediocre film with great moments, looks like a music video, has a glorious Brit cast (Jonny Lee Miller, Robert Carlyle, Alan Cumming, Ken Stott, the scarfaced dude who played Maximus' loyal slave in Gladiator, Armstrong & Miller, you name it). I love the random anachronisms (Alan Cumming's pierced eyebrow, high society doing the gavotte to a techno tune), I love the extremely Brit humour of it all, but most of all I love Alan Cumming as Lord Rochester very, very much. With his bons mots and the way he goes 'oh!' in a very posh, surprised way when someone points a gun at him. ^___________^

Shallow glee #3: Somebody commissioned me to make Rei's hairband from Saint Beast for them, about two days after I posted it on my site as one of my items-to-make wishlist. :-D

Shallow glee #4: I have spent most of today making Q-chan from Pet Shop of Horrors out of Fimo. Nuff said.

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I shall blog properly later with extreme squeeage about Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Plunkett & Macleane, but just wanted to post this quickly:

Can any of you smartassed Japanese-speaking-or-at-least-stuttering-gamely types translate the info on this page for me? I don't trust Altavista's go at it, and I need the birthdate and bloodtype for a cosplay thingy.

Thankies ^_^

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...I wish people would stop spamming my old blog comments with adverts for penis enlargement pills. >.<

In other news, I have now had 'Pompeii' on Winamp repeat play for about three days, and I'm starting to hear it when my speakers are turned off. :-s

And today I picked up my second non-paying bidder, bog off. Are there really that many morons about or do I attract them? It's not like I sell large quantities of stuff... However, I have mild auction glee today so I don't care. Last week was a bad auction week, this is going to be a very good 'un. ^_^

(blimey, looks like Fruits Basket cute hits a nerve on eBay at the moment. Look at it go O.o)

Last night's surrealism: after supper, headed out to take the brat brother back to uni. Got to South Mimms, whereupon he stopped driving and pointed out that supper had included mystery mushrooms, and they had in fact been closed-cap mushrooms, and he hadn't known that when he'd eaten them, and he knew that now because he could feel the allergic reaction starting. So, back we went all the way home for steroids. >.< Meant to leave at seven, ended up leaving at ten cos it took *ages* for the drugs to kick in, but I managed the round trip in less than two hours and made it back just after midnight, so it wasn't too bad. Please think happy thoughts about the convenience of this and don't think about the speed both he and I had to be driving to achieve it.

Found the giant art rubber that Dad gave me for my eighteenth birthday today. It says 'ERASE' on one side and 'BOUNDARIES' on the other. Forgot how much I loved it. ^________________^

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Oh no. No, that's not right.

That was it. ^_^

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Blah blah blah, Animesoc blah, G&D's double blah, chocolate brownie sundae with Mars Mania icecream and butterscotch sauce and whipped cream and a peanut M&M on top mmmmmm...., playing of stupid Post-It-note-on-head guess-who-you-are game at Katy's fun, I was Dilandau but Helen was a chocobo so it could've been worse. :-p

Spent a lovely lounging Saturday afternoon with her, watching Mirage of Blaze while our brains slowly melted into glop from trying to keep track of the names and the Japanese history. (example: Ougi Takaya, currently possessed by Uesugi Kagetora, who was originally called Hojo Saburo, and at some point in the middle was a Takeda but we don't know about that yet. And that's just the protagonist. >.<) She got forcibly conscripted to do some singing mid-thon but caught up with me and other scums for a ridiculously long dinner at Pizza Express, which rocked. Anderu is surviving his exams amazingly well, though I suspect this is because his normal stress levels are so high he actually can't get any more stressed without exploding into myriad Andrew-fragments.

And on Sunday there was further lounging and Blaze-age, which turned out to have the highest 'awwww' factor of any ending I've seen recently. ^_^ I'm now fighting the temptation to find myself a Japanese history book and see if I can once and for all get the hang of whatever it is that about 30% of all anime is going on about.

Lizzu and Jane, you might be amused by this, if only for the Hutch-worship, the Professionals-dissing and the random Lewis-slash references. Made me laugh. ^_^

Oh, and new music! Anyone who was at Animesoc Friday will recognise this 'un. The 'Mitternacht' visuals were better but this is my kind of soundtrack, baby. :-p

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I got up horribly early this morning and was up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, to open the door at 8am to the nice man who'd come to install our beautiful new minimalist hole-in-the-wall fireplace. (looks pretty much like this) Spent the whole morning hiding upstairs from his dust sheets and facial hair, sneaking downstairs only occasionally to provide coffee and run away again. And he went away leaving a gooooorgeous fireplace for us to play with, complete with remote control ^_______^

And then there was this 'crack' noise.

*groans* We turned the fire on, and five minutes later the sheet of limestone at the back cracked halfway up its height. The back sheet which is cemented in and held in by the side sheets. The one that was custom cut for us by the fireplace people. That we had to wait a month for.

It's on days like this that I wonder if there really might be a god, and how much of a vindictive bastard he might be. ^_^;;

Posted by Jongleur at 08:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

50% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?

O.o I cannot believe how many of those sad, sad questions I could answer. I have to go bake myself into a giant Fimo ball of shame now.

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OK, must get caught up because I'm developing too-far-behind-bloggage-denial a la certain persons. So: didn't go to Animesoc on Friday because I couldn't face the rush hour in the Arctic conditions that prevailed - there's nothing worse than being stuck on the M25 behind a slow-moving polar bear, etc etc. Arrived Saturday and promptly caught the bus into town, having not considered that imouto-chan was probably at home like she is every Saturday morning. *sweatdrop* So then I hung around in town until she got there.

Shoujothon was an entertaining experience. ^_^;; Liked GALS, liked Kaleido Star, wouldn't have minded seeing a later ep of Maria-sama when something resembling plot had actually happened, could have done without Pretty Cure but think Laura's cosplay plans kick ass, everything else is a blur. Sailor Moon live action is impossible to mock, because it's dafter than anything you can call it. Then Ivan and I went to Jane's choir concert, which was loverly, except that the bloke on my right was so into the music he had his eyes shut and swayed back and forth across my field of vision throughout, which left me with something resembling seasickness.

Sunday; made the now-routine trip to Broad St to buy the week's Fimo supplies, met her for lunch and was then guided shown dragged enthused around the Ashmolean. The coins rock, the seals rule, and the Alfred jewel is surprisingly teeny - it used to take up a whole A5 page in my archaeology-for-dumb-kiddies book. I feel cheated.

Post-intellectual exertions, headed down to meet Amanda!!! for loooooooong overdue catch-up and general gossip. And it ruled - I'd forgotten how much I missed those. ^________^ She looks great, even if she has nicked my favourite jacket and dyed it beige. :-p Glee was gleed, caffeine was ingested, and gossip was swapped about everything we could think of, mwahahaha. And now I feel much less guilty about sleeping through the last chance I got to see her (I was doing Crisis nightshifts at the time, alright??!?!) ^_^

Aaand continuing the reunion theme, Sarah's in town this week, hallelujah! And is coming over tomorrow night, so if I'm not online I'm probably carousing drunkenly, or something. (*prods* I keep missing you online this week >.<)

And now I must own that I have had my ass thoroughly kicked by a pink-and-gold Princess Tutu necklace tonight, and am therefore going to bed to sulk. ^_^

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