Avernus

And, inspired by nee-sama's random quiz results...

Uhhhh...yeah. As Katy put it when she saw this result, 'I'm not saying you don't have a peaceful, nurturing nature. I've just never seen it.'

The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz

Oh yeah. I'm bowling shoes. That's *much* more to the point.

Find Your Warped Personality
this quiz was made by mysti

Well, I didn't like to be the first to mention it... *glows* *feeds five thousand*

You need to have a bath. You're not an explosion,
just dirty, hence the orange.


What kind of KABOOM! are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

*scowwwwwwls* Comment and die.

Posted by Calliope at 04:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

One essay down. One to go. The one for which I *really* know nothing. *cries*

But in other news, Ivan is a god for finding me this! Lovely artwork, pleasantly surreal, and it's about Good Ol' Howard Phillips! *bounces with happy*

(And in yet other news, I am currently apparently appearing in two pieces of original fiction. *blink* *blink* I didn't think I was *that* interesting... *grins*)

Posted by Calliope at 08:04 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

How can it be Monday of first week and I already have a double essay crisis? How?! God hates me! I spent five hours in the library this afternoon desperately reading about colonisation in the 8th century BC because I know nothing whatever about it and I have to write an essay on it for Wednesday with my scary new tutor. Which wouldn't be *quite* so bad if I didn't have *another* essay about which I *also* know nothing in for tomorrow. Shit, crap, bollocks, buggery etc. *cries*

Posted by Calliope at 07:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

*whines* Do I have to blog? Do I? Can't I just carry on playing Final Fantasy VIII until my eyeballs dry up and fall out?

....damnit.

So, for those who haven't met me over the last couple of days and who maybe don't read Katy's blog, I have been inducted into the world of Final Fantasy. And lo, it was good. I haven't played any form of computer game in....oooh, five years or so? And the last one was Discworld, so not exactly of the Final Fantasy idiom. But I've read so many FF slash fics, I thought I really ought to actually try playing the damn game some time, so I 'persuaded' Katy to let me play on her copy of Final Fantasy VIII.

All right, so I also had something of an ulterior motive. *deep breath* My name is Jane, and I have an unhealthy obsession with Laguna Loire. *hangs head in shame*

I've had an unhealthy obsession with Laguna since first seeing his picture, or maybe from first reading a Final Fantasy fanfic. The obsession was cemented by actually reading a few of his lines from the game, which made me go 'awwwww, *bless*!' in an embarrassing manner. And now I've played the game a little, I can firmly and categorically say that I love Laguna Loire more than one should love a little man made of polygons.

I just wish I could work out why. I mean, he's a bumbling, sometimes moronic, talkative, clutzy, semi-useless (though admittedly pretty) little manho, and bumbling moronic manhos are not usually my style. But I adore the way that he's the only FFVIII character who *doesn't* think he's the cat's pyjamas. He has quiet little angst but he doesn't let it get to him, he's sweet and chirpy and so damned *nice*. *happy sigh*

And he's the bishiest character in the game too. :D

So....yeah. Too much time playing FFVIII and not enough writing Pindar essays is going to make me very unhappy come my tute on Tuesday, and I have more lectures than I could have believed possible, but I have my Laguna-neko, so I am Happy for the day.

Mmf. Choir rehearsal. *pouts* Wanna play with bishies...

(Oh yes. Got back to Oxford, seen my lovely darling friends again *glomps all*, had much, much fun, and got spangly new stealth mp3 player ^_^ Ruth, my angel, I'm sorry I didn't get your beta-ing done before I left. The chapter was really nice, *incredibly* cute, and I can forgive Zechs his tearful uke-ness on grounds of illness ^^ I promise I'll do a detailed beta soon!)

Posted by Calliope at 06:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Which Member of the Endless Are You?

Ahahahahaha. I love cheating at quizes to get the result I wanted. *glomps on Dream*

Dunno which Endless I'm probably *actually* closest to. I'd like to hope I've got a bit more sense than Dream ever manages. Even though I love him to bits, I'll freely admit that he's a *complete* idiot a lot of the time. Don't really blame Death for throwing a loaf of bread at him. Death is without a doubt the *nicest* of the Endless, but she's a little *too* well-balanced for any human being. She's always nice and smiley and happy, seems kinda unlikely. Desire is a great big 'no' - I do find (s)he oddly cool and do feel oddly sorry for him/her, but I wouldn't say one could *sympathise*. Destruction is way too big and hearty and jovial. I don't do jovial, especially not with strangers. Destiny doesn't really *have* a personality, plus he has it together rather too much for me. Delight is....well, apart from no longer existing, she's probably too chipper. Despair - well, everyone has moments, but thankfully I've never been *that* teenaged ^_^ And Delirium...

....well, okay, maybe Delirium is an option. She is delightfully crazy.

Still, I'd be Dream if I had a choice. *hugs* Love him to bits.

Posted by Calliope at 12:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Mmm... Illya Kuryakin is such a bish.... *swoons at black polo-necks*

Posted by Calliope at 01:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Well, nothing to say, but guess I'd better blog to convince friends I'm still alive. I am. *waves to prove it*

Today has been just about *perfect* weather for me - totally sunny, brilliant blue sky, but not so much so that I have to worry too much about sunburn (factor 12 baby, yeah...) Not too hot, but plenty warm enough, and a large warm lawn to lie on while I read Herodotus. Gods, I love living in the country. It was *gorgeous* today.

So, that's most of my day accounted for. I've also been doing my bit for the good of the manga community at large by transcribing a couple of the old Eroica scanlations from zines into a text file, so that they can be more widely distrubuted and more easily accessed. Aren't I a good girl? It's not *too* dull, but it takes a hellishly long time. Just finished my first chapter of the three I've been allocated, and it's taken two days. Mrfle.

So.....yeah. Nee-sama, I'm planning to phone this evening for Utena babble, so make yourself available ^_^

Posted by Calliope at 07:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Nothing much to say. Mrfle. I adore holidays, and I adore having nothing much to do, but it really doesn't make for interesting blogging. Plus, of course, I'm missing Oxford, like everyone else. Not missing the essays, but - the people, the town, all the rest of it. Should be back next Wednesday, on current planning, so I can go to see Ralph Fiennes on the Tuesday evening. Ahahaha. Don't expect I'm going to get as good a view as last time I saw him (I was in the front row at the Cottesloe, and as anyone will know who's seen anything there will know, that means I was about three feet from him ^_^ ), but should still be fun.

Shanghai Knights last night was fun (went to see it with my little sister, who drove - only faintly embarrassed.) Particularly given the 'moment for the fangirls' they bunged it at the end ^_^ Methinks somebody went round the fansites that came up after the last film and noticed a certain trend. Well, what the hell do they expect with bits like the bath scene? Heheh.

And on the topic of unintentional (?) slash, the Starsky and Hutch ep last night was *so* amazingly obvious that I don't believe it *could* have been unintentional. As if the titles weren't proof enough (you need to see the Starsky and Hutch titles, they're god's gift to the slash fan....), the last scene of yesterday's episode should have furnished all the proof one needed. Great stuff ^_^

Hmm....Good Omens fic, or continue translating (very badly) my random manga? Oooh, nee-sama, could you go onto messenger when you read this? I need some technical advice....

Posted by Calliope at 09:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Duuuuude! This kicks ass! Your one-stop shop for HP Lovecraft needs! Now I can name my dentist without having to check my text in Oxford!

Posted by Calliope at 03:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Well - I'm back at home, and it feels goooood. *stretches luxuriently* Didn't do a whole heap on the last day - spent most of the morning at the keramikos, the cematory of ancient Athens. It was really rather lovely, very peaceful, full of half-crumbled monuments and tall grasses and wild flowers. And tortoises. Wild tortoises are *great*. We found baby tortoises too, they were *fantastic*.

After that - a spot of last minute shopping, lunch, then off to the airport. Everything went pretty smoothly, I got to do a little reading, and we finally got back home at about 11pm. Some of the things I've ordered that I expected would be here when I got back weren't, which was irritating, but never mind. Shouldn't be that much longer I guess.

In any case - final verdict on the holiday? Not bad at all. The individual bits of site-seeing etc were really excellent, though I wasn't very fond of Athens as a city. Missed all my friends especially you, and I'm glad to be home. Had a dream the night before I left, that I was at home with the Ass no Ryu watching Hellsing, and was very disappointed when I woke up and realised I wasn't. Think that's my subconscious' view of holidays in general.

Posted by Calliope at 10:05 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

(Transcribed from notebook)

Spent much of the day in a coach (frequently asleep or reading Herodotus, *coughs*), so this entry's likely to be briefer than most. Main points? 1. The sanctity of the the Delphic oracle is not aided by noisy school trips, and 2. the landscape around Delphi is stunning. The way there is lovely, through the plain of Boetia, covered in fertile ground and bright green wheat, and banded by dramatically craggy mountains. We went past Mt. Helicon, home of the muses, and Mt. Cithaeron, the main mythological site of ancient Thebes, where Pentheus and Actaeon were killed and Oedipus abandoned. The mountains are lovely - all silvery olives and straggling pines, with the dark vertical strokes of cypresses standing out against them. Okay, so that sounds somewhat purple prose-ish, but it's true. It's easy to see why Greece spawned so many gods and poets.

The Delphic sanctuary was pretty damned good - the setting, high up in the mountains above a deep valley, meant that today there were clouds floating among the columns of Apollo's temple. You can see why it was considered such a sacred site - even with damned noisy kids everywhere, there was still an odd feel to the place. The site's especially odd for me, because I've been reading in my Herodotus about the offerings various states made to the Delphic oracle - and then I get to see the very treasuries they left them in.

The museum was largely closed for renovation, but a couple of rooms with the most notable finds were left open. Undoubtably the most striking was the Charioteer - an offering from c.475BC of a life-sized statue of a charioteer standing in his chariot with six horses and two attendants. Only the main figure and some fragments survived, but it's a lovely statue, especially the beautifully expressive face and hand. The other highlighs had to be the statue of Antinoos, a rather handsome young man who was 'beloved of the Emperor Hadrian', as the guide-book rather coyly put it. Apparently Hadrian was so devestated when he died that he had him deified. Some day I'll write a novel about them...

Last full day today - home tomorrow evening. It's been good, but I shan't be sorry to go home.

Posted by Calliope at 09:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

(Transcribed from notebook)

Why is it more tiring to walk round museums than to treck long distances round the city? My feet ache. >.<

Today we started with visiting the temple of Olympian Zeus, which was bloody impressive in an ostentatious Roman kinda way - only the columns of the C2nd AD temple are still standing, not the older Greek temples at all. The colums themselves are *enormous* though - towering great Corinthian monstrosities 17.25m high. Pretty damn alarming.

Most of the rest of the day has been devoted to assorted random museums. The National Archaeological Museum is closed at the moment (*curses*), so we looked at some of the smaller and less well-known ones - the Benaki museum, which is rather random stuff from pre-history right through to the present day, and the Cycladic Art Museum, which is about the culture and artifacts of the Cycladic islands from 3000 - 2000BC.

So, first the Benaki. Being a Classicist I was far more interested in the early stuff than the modern (of course, when I say 'modern' I mean 'anything in the last 1500 years'). There were some beautiful artifacts from about 2000 - 1000BC, and a fascinating section on th development of pottery and decorative arts from the pre-Minoan cultures through to the Classical period. Well, it's fascinating if you're me. Katy, they had a couple of pots that looks a *lot* like black-topped redware ^_^ The later stuff included a lot of icons, and galleries and galleries of historic costume. A very odd collection, but it makes for quite a fun museum.

We then moved on to the Cycladic museum, caught a bite of rather nice lunch at the cafe, then went on to look at the exhibitions. Apparently the Cyclades islands had a thriving and innovative culture about the same time as the great Minoan culture was flourishing on Crete, 3000-1000BC. There have been some *amazing* finds from the islands, largely carved from the marble which occurs naturally there. There are some beautifully graceful and elegantly worked cups, bowls, and so on. The most notable artifacts are the largely female figurines, ranging in size from about 3 inches to about 1m in height, usually found in graves. They're incredibly modern looking, all impressionistic outlines and rounded forms. They're beautiful, in a strange sort of way. If you're ever in Athens, check it out.

(There were also some Classical pottery pieces, the usual red and black figure ware, but only one smutty one that I could see ^_^)

Then we wandered back to the hotel through the Plaka, glancing through the tourist-trap shops. I just wish they didn't all station people outside to pounce on you if you so much as slow down. It's damned unnerving. Does it unnerve all English people or just my family? Ugh.

Posted by Calliope at 09:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

(Transcribed from notebook)

Mrfle. Looooong day. I think we've driven about 360km today. Started out at 7.20am, which was....interesting. *props eyes open with matchsticks* Drove down from Athens to the isthmus of Corinth (the narrow bit in the middle of Greece), and took in the Corinth canal, which was an eye-opener to say the least. 80m deep, 6km long, cut through sheer rock - yeah. It's impressive.

Thence down through the Peloponnese. The look of this part of Greece doesn't seem to have changed much in the last few thousand years - all dusty roads, red rocks, rows of olives and goats roaming over the hillsides. Okay, so it sounds something of a cliche, but when you get here it's really *true*. Someone herded a flock of sheep across the road in front of the coach, it's worse than being in Wales.

Next stop was Epidauros, where there was a major temple of Asklepios (the cult god of healing) of which very little is left, and a large C3rd BC theatre, of which virtually everything remains. It's not exactly the right layout for a C5th BC theatre, but it's better preserved than any other theatre left from antiquity. It's *huge* - it seats about 12 000 - 14 000, tier upon tier of seats rising from the central orchestra, and the most amazing view out over the stage to the mountains and the sea beyond. Probably the most impressive thing is the accoustics - you always read in books that you can hear every word on stage from the back row of a Greek theatre, but you don't quite believe it until you actually *hear* it.

Next, more driving and may I say at this point that I think our tour guide was on crack. '...and, in revenge, Orestes and Electra killed their mother - look at the artichokes on the right! - in revenge for the death of their father.' He also seemed to come from the proud tradition of Herodotus, bleding history, mythology, ethnic and biological detail with a happy disregard for reality. 'The pine trees, you can see, are covered in nests. These are the nests of worms. They're dead at this time of year, but soon they will come to life and fly out. These are a great disease for the pines, but if they survive for five years, then the disease goes away, and stays away for five years, and then come back again.' Hmmm.

The main stop, and the point of the journey, was the remains of Mykene - the centre of the great Greek culture of 1500 - 1200BC, the mythical home of Agamemnon. It was... I've probably used the word 'incredible' too often over the last few days. I just can't quite get my mind round the *age* and the *size* of the place. The walls are made of enormous boulders, so great they're called 'Cyclopean'. The whole place is perched on a rocky hill between two junior mountains, the perfect location for a fortress. I saw the great lion gateway, I saw the tombs excavated by Schliemann, I walked up the 'wide ways' of Mykene. It's impossible to convey what it felt like - to walk into the Homeric stronghold. I sat on the hillside by what was apparently the Mycenean palace. I spend so much time with my mind lodged in that era, it was so strange to visit it.

Slept most of the way back. Think I deserved it.

Posted by Calliope at 09:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

(Transcribed from notebook)

Can't make this an extensive entry, as it's 10.30pm already and I have to be up at 6.15 (*shudders*) for a trip to Mycenae. Should be good, but that doesn't make 6.15am much more fun.

In any case. More site-seeing. Library of Hadrian, Roman agora, Greek agora, temple of Olympian Zeus... Don't get me wrong, I found it all fascinating, but I know it's kinda hard to enthuse about it here without boring you all to death. There was more than an element of 'a series of small walls...' about a lot of it - though with damned impressive columes, I'll admit. Cultural highlight of the day has to have been the visit to the Pnyx. For those out there who aren't geeky classicists, the Pnyx was where the the ordinary people of Athens used to meet in assembly. It wouldn't be an exageration to call it the birthplace of demoncracy. It was where Demosthenes and Pericles and the other great oractors used to address the massed populace. I knew all that, but what no book tells you is what the Pnyx was *like*. It's a large cleared area, more or less semicircular in shape, cut into the side of a hill. Looking out from the Pnyx, you can see the whole of ancient Athens spread out underneath you. The orators used to stand and speak with the agora and the Acropolus behind them. It's no wonder democracy was such an inspiring concept for a while - every time they met, they were reminded '*this* is your city, *this* is what you're working for.' It was amazing.

A note on dogs and cats. They're damn well *everywhere* in Athens. Not really house pets, just wandering the streets, minding their own business. Couldn't help but remember the bit in Plato about how animals wander free on the streets of Athens - 'because in a democracy, even the animals think they have a right to their own opinions!'

Food still great, weather still cool but reasonable (I prefer that to sun and heat anyway), blah blah blah - all good. Only missing home a little. I hate being foreign, I hate not speaking the language, I hate being a tourist, but I'm keeping busy and trying not to think about it. Missing all my friends.

Posted by Calliope at 08:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

(Transcribed from notebook)

The Acropolis was, as expected, pretty damned amazing. Amazing enough to drag me out of the cranky mood I was in from being woken up too early. Almost the whole place is covered in scaffolding at the moment, though I was expecting that, so it wasn't disappointing - again, I think they're trying to spruce it up in time for the Olympics. The site - I don't quite know what I was expecting. I really don't have any kind of visual imagination, so I wasn't picturing it at all beforehand. I feel like I went around in kind of a daze - everywhere I walked around it I was thinking 'this is where the Panathenaic procession happened, this is where the statue of Athen by Phidias stood. t was like it just fell out of my texts. I was very surprised about how much I knew about the site - just little details about who designed what and how the buildings were laid out.

The Acropolis Museum was pretty amazing too - all these beautiful kourai and statues of athletes and the bits from the Parthenon pediment frieze, which are *huge*, if you haven't seen any of them. On some reflection, I've decided that I don't feel in the least guilty over the fact that the Elgin marbles are in the British museum. *shrugs* I just don't see why Greece has any more *right* to a chunk of history than anyone else does - sure Classical society has had as much influence on England as on Greece today? Probably an ill-thought out and contentious opinion, but that's my immediate reaction.

We also went to the Theatre of Dionysus. In some way, that felt more incredible to me that the Parthenon and the rest. No, it doesn't have any of the splendour and grandeur of architecture that the sites higher up the Acropolis have. But there was just something strange in the site there. I sat there reciting as many choruses as I could remember (I know, I'm such a geek) and thinking that two and a half thousand years ago these words were being heard for the first time on these very seats. That theatre was the first to hear Oedipus Tyrannus, the Oresteia... It's hard to imagine. It's not anything ridiculous like feeling ghostly presences, but there's an odd sense of the sheer weight of literary history bearing down on the place.

We then went and had a very good late lunch (stephado and divine baklava, mmm....), then went for a wander round the tourist trap shops. Nothing very fun to add, excpet I was *most* amused by a couple of 'Ancient Greek Sex' calenders I saw lurking in some shops, which universally featured covers of vase illustrations of young men having sex with one another. Or in one case, a young man being buggered by one bloke and performing fellatio on another. >.@ Where do they keep these vases that I've never seen them?

No, Emmy-chan, I didn't buy you one.

Posted by Calliope at 08:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

(Transcribed from notebook)

Well, made it to Athens in one piece, though this involved getting up at the ungodly hour of 4am, which nearly finished me off to begin with. I'm used to *staying* up that late, not *getting* up. Left the house by 4.30, drove to Heathrow, blah blah, all nice and simple.

In flight entertainment was good though. Got to see some of 'Hornblower' at last, which has convinced me that I really must read some at some point, as it really is camper than a row of pink tents. The 'everyone loves Horatio' society was flourishing under the leadership of Paul McGann with a silly hat and Greg Wise with an even sillier accent. Ioan Griffudds himself was *wonderfully* gay - his look of vague horror and fear when he proposed to The Girl To Whom He Felt Obligated at the end was *priceless*. Must read.

Oh yes, and I think the pilot was on crack.

In any case, made it to Athens and the hotel in one piece. The front's currently covered in scaffolding, probably to get it ready in time for the Olympics, but it seems nice enough inside, with damned good showers and a v. good restaurant with views of the Acropolis.

The afternoon was spent scaling a small hill in Athens from which there are wonderful views out over the city. I hate acting like a tourist, but it really was amazing - the views of the Acropolis in particular were stunning. It's just really weird for me to *see* all these places that I've been learning about for god knows how long. The Parthenon is *right there*, the Pnyx, the Areopagos, the Agora - everything. It's a really odd feeling.

Due to visit the Acropolis tomorrow. Likely to make me feel even stranger.

Posted by Calliope at 08:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I *refuse* to get obsessive about Eroica again, damnit. It's just too embarrassing. I got obsessive over it just after Gundam Wing, since I first ran across the fandom through Kat's fanfic site, which was largely OZie fics at that point. I fell pretty strongly into Eroica fandom at that point, reading all the manga summaries and fanfic I could get my hands on, and I'd have probably got into it more seriously if I could have found copies of the manga anywhere. Which is embarrassing, because logically I know it's a *very* silly series, even by my standards.

For Inquiring Minds Who Want To Know, Eroica (or more fully 'From Eroica with Love') is a series that started in about 1977 and is still running now. It follows two main protagonists (or possibly antagonists) - Dorian, Earl of Gloria, and Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach. Dorian is an English aristocrat, flamboyantly gay, and with a love of everything beautiful. In his spare time, he's the international art thief 'Eroica', who marks his crimes by leaving a card with 'From Eroica with Love' written on it at the scene. Klaus, meanwhile, is an uptight, repressive and somewhat homophobic German NATO officer, who likes guns and tanks rather more than he does people. They first meet when Dorian steals a painting of one of Klaus' ancestors from his personal collection, an incident which ends with Klaus and Dorian involved in a lambourghini and tank chase down a German autobahn. They then run across one another in the course of missions and thefts for a few volumes, and eventually Dorian starts working as a NATO contractor when they need particularly difficult things stolen (something Klaus is *less* than happy about). They each have a somewhat eccentric team of back-up crew - Dorian's group of pretty-boy thieves (note especially Mr James, the crazed accountant), and Klaus with his alphabet-soup of agents who he threatens to send to Alaska whenever they annoy him, usually about twice an issue (note especially Mr A, a somewhat neurotic blond, and Mr Z, a young agent who Klaus refers to as 'a good German boy'.)

The relationship between Dorian and Klaus pretty much dominates the manga, and largely revolves around shouting, insults, staring contests and mutual antagonism - and of course, as any fan can tell you, around the fact that they're quite obviously meant for each other ^_^ Dorian admits to being in love with Klaus at the end of volume 4, at which point Klaus punches him across the room. Klaus is the biggest closet case you're ever likely to see, and although the manga's been running twenty-five years, they're no closer to actually getting together. >.<

So, that's Eroica in a nutshell. It's also got amazing quality artwork and the most horrible character designs you're ever likely to see (well, some of the time anyway.) They're just *so* 70s it's alarming. Think 'Aim for the Ace!' and you're not far off. *twitch* Ick.

Which is why I'm always faintly embarrassed to be a fan. The character designs are icky, the characters themselves are *somewhat* on the stereotypical side, the plots often laughable - and yet there's something weirdly compulsive and endearing about it. Don't ask me what. I think they impregnate the pages with crack or something. *sighs* Fight it, fight it....

Right, for anyone who waded through that - I'm heading to Athens for a week at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning. So - no bloggage, no messenger, no email, no nothing. Don't know if I'll survive. Going to miss everyone - see you in a week!

Posted by Calliope at 09:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Well, I'm too hyped and bouncy to talk about the rest of the day. Suffice it to say that it was very, very good and I bought more manga and comics than any sentient human being could want ^__________^ See Nee-sama's blog for further details. (Even though she coyly doesn't mention the nature of the Egyptian pornography, which featured a deity (I believe it was Earth in some incarnation) performing auto-fellatio. @.@ )

I have heaps of Neil Gaiman and Lucifer and Kaori Yuki and Eroica. I am Happy.

Oh, and while I remember - the Granada Plus announcements dude came up with possible the best ever link into Murder She Wrote. 'The bodies continue to mount up and Jessica Fletcher continues to walk free! When will the authorities see the light?!' *snickers* Duuuuude...

Posted by Calliope at 06:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

IGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRST
IGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRST
IGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRST
IGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRST
IGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRSTIGOTAFIRST
IGOTAFIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

....heeeee.

Posted by Calliope at 03:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Slackerz amused me muchly today. For netspeak is the bane of my life. Especially when utilised by certain people. Anyone that isn't mancer.net (may they rest in peace) or using it in an entirely ironic manner.

No results. Bleah. I am in an irritated mood. Okay, I know April 1st was about the earliest they were likely to get them out, but I just want to get it out of the way.

And I want to be a cat.

And Starsky and Hutch is very slashy.

As is Captain Scarlet.

And I really ought to learn to connect my thoughts together before I try to write any fic this evening.

Posted by Calliope at 05:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Wow, it's been a while since I've visited here. Mainly because I can't read more than about two pages without either crying with laughter or dying of the sheer horror. Read through the Lion King pages this evening. Nearly died. Oh deary deary me.

Meh. Results not here yet. I thought they were meant to come through today, but I guess I got the day wrong. Either that or the postal service is being even more inefficient than usual. And given current evidence, that's not entirely impossible. Either way, it's got me annoyed. I hate getting results.

But I have new Lord Peter Wimsey video and Neil Gaiman book to keep me pacified. Which is of the good ^_^

Posted by Calliope at 09:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)