Miss Cellaneous

walkingshadow is my heeero. For she made this:

How To Tell If Your Pain is ~Manpain~



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Back from thethirdmona's birthday party, and in lieu of cheerful babblings about the folks (cool) and the food (hot) [and also the other way 'round], I'll just share one of the gifts with you:



You see - or, well; you don't! - this one blinks when you press its bottom: yellow, green, blue, and red. Disco Duck doesn't advertise.

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I'm back from England and have not yet gotten to uploading photos or the contents of my very pleased brain (oh, I wish that were possible), but I thought you should know that last night, I dreamed of angry hamsters that bounced around like kangaroos and pursued humans to spread rabies - think tiny spitting cobras with fur.

kangeiko: Your mind is a very strange place sometimes.
monanotlisa: Oh, do tell.

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My credit card works again - long story is LONG - so I'm listening to the new Girlyman album. :)))

Also, no, really:

( Reposted fandomsecret of utter truth )

Today on my way to the gym, I cycled past a ( cut-tag you may not want to click while eating? )

...I got nothin'.

"Don't you dance the salsa at Rico's on Wednesdays?" is not that bad a line, as pick-up ones go. And the little Spaniard - David - who asked it was so sweet about the whole thing that I chatted with him for a moment, exchanging names and such. Alas, the sad truth is that Salsa is easily my worst dance - I can do the Cha-Cha-Cha like you wouldn't believe, and if you give me someone with a more spirit, less shuffle, rumba's fine too (although honestly, I'm not entirely sure there are able-bodied people who cannot rumba). My tango skills are...there. Somewhere. Overall, when it comes to feet and moving them to the rhythm, I'm exactly as Middle-European as I look, and a lot better at the so-called standard dances than any Latin dance. Aw, Waltz. Or a Viennese Waltz, with a good partner.

...I miss ballroom dancing. Never mind the heart-related trauma my teenage self suffered at the studio. & ;-) Still, one thing hasn't changed since then: male dance partners are hard to come by - the standard ratio back in the day was 2 to 1. I'm not interested in one night of dancing based on the guy's hope of "dancing" later on: I'd want to do lessons again, find events, and so on and so forth.

Ack, I can't brag about my measly Tanzabzeichen in Bronze at this point because there is no English term for it. WTF?

Day, not come, yadda yadda.

Instead? At jwaneeta's: "the pure, distilled elixir of d'awwww"

Warning for LARGE photos and srs bzns background of the global warming kind. ascian3, yes, I know they are kinda stinky and grumpy. But!



ETA: Kitchen = battlefield. Lentil curry = DONE!

bodynotlisa: Tired. Let's go to bed.
mindnotlisa: Nooo! It's only midnight!
bodynotlisa: Do I look like I care? We switched time-zones not once, but twice, girl. And, sorry to say, we're just not twenty anymore.
mindnotlisa: Spoil-sport. My natural rhythm, I need to get back into that!
bodynotlisa: You need to get back into bed, is where.
mindnotlisa: Yeah, whatevs. I shall simply ignore you.
bodynotlisa: Eyelids: I am making them droop, look? Oops, right, you can't.
mindnotlisa: Fine! FINE! I hate you.
bodynotlisa: *smirk*

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I survived today's 16 1/2 hours at work. Without so much as a nap. Um, yay me?

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Iran: keep boosting the signal:

If you use Twitter, please set your location to Tehran & your time zone to GMT +3.30. Iranian security forces are hunting for bloggers using location/timezone searches. The more people at this location, the more of a logjam it creates for forces trying to shut down Iranians' access to the internet. Cut & paste & pass it on.

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I was checking my phone cam for the pics taken yesterday during my brief reprieve with my friends and colleagues by the river...

( An open letter to the German people. And because Reading Is HARD, I've added an illustration. )

ETA: Eheheh. Call me Bob from now on. Thanks, caia.

Just wanted to return the ten euro I'd borrowed from my cool neighbour couple next door...and ended up chatting with her laid-back florist self for half an hour in the hallway - a conversation that also featured a hospital on the less than ideal side of the tracks of that nearby big city. Where her old mother with a heart problem ends up in from time to time. Where, the last time, she was sharing the room with a prostitute. Who was receiving johns in the bathroom. Who had her mother and aunt come by and aggressively demand the money afterwards.

If anyone of you still thinks of Germany as a quaint, sweet place with nothing but half-timbered houses, that should do it.

A meme (snagged from havocthecat):

If I were a fandom, who would you ship me with?

One of the guys I'm currently writing is a film-maker and producer. Also, a journalist and writer trying to make it big. Yeah, I too smiled at first, but I do like reading his messages. He doesn't use language like most Germans do: as a functional tool. Instead, he plays with words, shapes them into something(s) new. An end in addition to a means. I approve, of course.

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Speaking of, havocthecat, always worth reading, has a few none too sweet words to say about Women in the BBC's Version of Merlin. I only skimmed, as I'm not watching the show, but when could I ever resist forwarding patterns of authorial maltreatment?

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When I was lying around a lot - knee-related, not laziness-related - I signed up for a few eBook sites. This is not blog-worthy. Via the mail just received, however, I now know that BooksOnBoard offers, "22% Off List On All Fantasy - PLUS Rewards Dollars! With Promo Code: UnicornsOnBoard"

I just. UnicornsOnBoard. & :-P

Must wipe the floor and do the washing before the birthday-barbecuing at Mikey's later on, but if I don't post them now, I'll never post them:

• athena25: "[...]we are made to believe it's unsafe, we are indoctrinated, whether well-intentioned or no, into believing that the world is just somehow more dangerous to women than to men, and that we should do things to ourselves to protect themselves from this terrible, violent world.
  
  Fuck that noise."

• The New York Times, on House, M.D. (spoilers, duh): "Shamefully, I would have been overjoyed if the season finale had ended with House and Cuddy electing to spend the summer together in Corsica."
  
  While I'm not particularly interested in this pairing, the article raises interesting points. Also, ( re: both House and Bones - series finales! )

• Maha asks, "What Is the Purpose of a Health Care System?" - Post I, Post II.

• the_grynne presents the teaser poster and a few photos from Alejandro Amenabar's historical epic Agora, set in 5th century Roman Egypt.

• gnatkip tells us ALL about Better Living With Javascript (on DW).

• coffeeandink posted on "Access Lists: The New Friends Trauma," including a fascinating poll - and the ensuing discussion (on DW) covers just about all viewpoints, I think.

(Does adding "on DW" to links makes you, too, feel as if you were playing the old "in your pants" game?)

My work day? The less said about it, the better-preserved your interest by the end of this post.

The evening, though? Surprisingly great. ( For I met my Hungarian Neighbour again. )

A seedy guy in a t-shirt saying, "It takes BALLS to play GOLF the way I do."

Yeah. That is, no.

In non-fannish news:

1. Did I already ask y'all if wasabi-covered peas count as one of your 5-A-Day servings? (Om nom nom.) To my defence, I just had curry-flavoured kale'n garlic omelette before. Don't look at me like that: it was the perfect dish after my quick knee routine at the gym, all veggies'n protein.

2. Speaking of my knee: Not super but quite bearable to the extent that I haven't taken painkillers in what, two weeks, not even while walking in London. AND IN HEELS. (For the geographically and otherwise challenged: like Leeds, only prettier.)

3. My right leg is still noticeably thinner than the other. Woe. It does make me remember one of the rehab clinic physiotherapists, though, who was oddly cute and also a bit fond of me, in an of course very professional manner. Or at least he liked certain body parts of mine (healthy ones). I quote, "Now THAT'S a thigh! *admiring pat*" Don't we all want (oddly) cute people to tell us they love one - just one - of our muscular thighs?

Going over semi-official Oral Exam protocols. This last examinee here didn't add the usual good-luck phrase at the end but closed his account of the oral exam with, May the force be with you!!!

& :-)

If you've recently wondered about sex toys--types, suitability, stores and sites, functions/not so much?

seperis hosts some awesome discussions & recommendations in the comments here.

Off for a study afternoon with Cutie and "that friend, the short one, with the curly hair." (I have no idea who he's talking about. We'll see.)

Still studying, and drinking peppermint tea.

Cut-pasted joke, anyone?

( Three engineers and three mathematicians.... )