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Title: Do You Want?
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Elena
Prompt: 24) Family
Word Count: 102
Rating: PG


Title: What She Taught Me It Meant
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, mentions of Tifa
Prompt: 28) Children
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG


Title: Thump, Thump
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Tifa, mentions of Rude
Prompt: 47) Heart
Word Count: 105
Rating: G


Title: Not Ready To Let Go
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Senna (ffvii_tng), mentions of Kaleb (ffvii_tng)
Prompt: 13) White
Word Count: 115
Rating: PG


Title: Set Aflame
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Tifa
Prompt: 52) Fire
Word Count: 100
Rating: NC-17


Title: A Father's Worry
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Senna (ffvii_tng)
Prompt: 8) Weeks
Word Count: 100
Rating: G

Title: Wedding Night
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Tifa
Prompt: 87) Life
Word Count: 132
Rating: Hard R


Title: Alley Way
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Tifa
Prompt: 4) First
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG


Title: Less Than Helpful
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Elena, Reno
Prompt: 83) Lost
Word Count: 111
Rating: PG


Title: Breakfast Blues
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Reno, Elena, Tseng
Prompt: 18) Green
Word Count: 112
Rating: PG


Title: Mantra
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, mentions of Tifa
Prompt: 30) Death
Word Count: 102
Rating: PG-13

I would like live in Colonial America, probably ca. the revolution, provided I could be middle class/upper class. That or that I could be living some place like Mackinac. Otherwise, the "wild west" would be fun. Or the 1930s-1940s, as I've always joked I was born fifty years too late. That, or, maybe, if I could be in the Patrician class, Augustinian Rome.

Title: Mockery
Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Rude
Characters Included: Rude, Tifa, Reno
Prompt: 1) Beginnings
Word Count: 115
Rating: PG

Mockery

This is going to be one of those questions with no answers. 

Why on earth would you ask someone to make you a costume and give you a quote if you can't afford it? Even throwing around the words "I'm sure it's going to be very expensive..." Just a heads up for those of you out there. If you're not serious about getting something right NOW, just tell me so. I'll be happy to figure out how much a costume would cost, when I get a moment, but don't waste my time on an "I need it now" commission query. 

I understand that what I do isn't something that's necessary for day to day living. It's a luxury. But so is my time. Spending two hours on a fabric hunt for something that isn't needed immediately is wasting my time.

Also, understand this. I charge for my time, but not nearly what I should. If I did, I'd be getting paid better than Vera Wang, but we all know that isn't going to happen. I'm reasonable in my pricing, so if you come to me with a limited budget that's actually workable, we CAN make a deal that pleases us both. There are ways around the super expensive fabrics, trust me.

http://nielsenhayden.com/lighter/archives/2008_05.html#010226

You can't drag race with Jesus....

(luriko_ysabeth reminded me of this problem that has been bugging me)

Dear Japanese canons that involve America or Americans in your plotlines:

Now, I'll admit that, compared to Japan, America is pretty liberal in many things. But it is really unwise and laughable to an American reader when you assume that it's a free-for-all for every man, woman, and child in America.

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Whew. Well, I think my fridge is fixed. For now. I called in this morning, waited on hold for half an hour and was told someone might come by today if they were in the area *sigh*. He did come, though, and actually spoke english (yay!). It's REALLY hard trying to explain to someone what's wrong with your machine when their accent is so thick, they might as well be speaking Martian, or they throw words I don't know in there.  I'm not the best in the world with accents, unfortunately.  It seems that my timer was stuck. Naturally, it magically started working when he got here after not working all night., but everything I described to him let him know what the problem was. Let's hope it was only that. 

While he changed the part out, I organized my storage room and rebagged some fabric. Then it was laundry, emails, throwing bad food away, and regular morning crap. I also have a commission query to work on. I just have one request. When asking me about a commission, pleeeeeeeeze tell me the name of the character and show. I figured out the show on this one, but not the character. Images are the only way I can figure out how much to charge you, and if I can't find the right image, I can't quote you.

Right now, I'm going to work on Narissa for a bit (the body pattern is done, now I gotta cut it out and sew up a mock up). After that, I need to reorganize and clean up in here. I can't find things again, and some of my furniture placement choices really aren't working. Gah, too much to do.

Oh! I gotta make a pair of pants, too!

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Hey, Trekkies. Remember that TOS episode, 'The Naked Time'? Everyone on the ship got this disease that caused them to lose emotional inhibition, feel their feelings more intensely to the point of loss of control, etc. Sulu had a sword and wanted to fight everyone, and Spock ended up blubbering about loneliness and rejection over the briefing room table.

Did the female officers and crew suffer from this at all? To the men, it may have been a horrible alien disease, but to the women I imagine it was just an extra bout of PMS that month.

We face the unknown today.

After spending the past three weeks or so fighting to gather all Hubby’s medical records, MRI films, etcetera and to get him an appointment with a new neurologist, we’re preparing to head off for the elusive consultation this morning.  Both of us are skeptical, hopeful, and worried about what he’ll find all at once.

I suppose skepticism is somewhat normal.  After being burned, it becomes hard to trust someone else, and his last neurologist burned us badly.  You’d think a patient who has had more seizures in the past eighteen months than the sixteen years between the accident and the originating seizure just over a year ago would warrant some type of action.  Apparently this is not the case.  In the past year and a half the only tests run on Hubby’s behalf were ordered by physicians in the E.R. and summarily ignored by his former neurologist, who would do nothing in the follow up visit but treat poor Hubby like a moron, write a script for a larger dose of his medication, and shoo him out of the office.

However, I hear the gentleman we’re going to see this morning is both competent and extremely thorough.  This leads to hopeful.  We’re hopeful a cause will be found.  We’re hopeful this cause will have a treatment, and we’ll be freed from living with a constant, nagging fear in the back of our minds.  We’re hopeful Hubby will be able to return to doing many of the things he loves, which are currently just too dangerous for him to participate in under the risk of having another seizure in the midst of them.

But we’re talking about the complex workings of the central nervous system here.  Aside from medication, there will be no simple fix.  We know this.  The severity of it isn’t lost on us, and we’re worried.

Yet ignorance is not bliss.  Knowledge is needed before action, and without action there cannot be change.  So we’ll gather our courage and trudge out to face the unknown today.

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 Got a call that there's no school today, as the power is out at the building.  Who took this earth-shattering news with tears?  That'd be me.  Okay, no actual tears, and really I didn't have much planned for their school time today.  I was just hoping to nap, because I didn't fall asleep until 4 am or so last night and I'm deaddog tired.  I blame the rain for my insomnia.  It beat against the bedroom windows all night.  It's still raining now, and if weather.com is to be believed it'll continue until 3-4 am tonight.  Oh, yay.

I probably can actually catch a bit of a nap on the couch, as the kids are playing merrily in the basement at present, having hardly blinked when I told them about the lack of school for the day.

In the Pale Blue Dot image taken by Voyager 1, we see the Earth in what is described as "a beam of scattered sunlight". Can someone explain to me what is happening here, and why the beam of light appears in the photograph? Shouldn't the light be radiating in all directions equally from the Sun? Is this just some artifact due to the location of Voyager when this picture was taken? I have searched online, but have not been able to find an explanation for this. Help me find the answer to this, astronomy! Thanks.

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http://nielsenhayden.com/lighter/archives/2008_05.html#010222

Text in Motion: Navel-Gazing as Pedagogical Strategy...

http://nielsenhayden.com/lighter/archives/2008_05.html#010221

IMO, Roger Ebert got it right....

So, I've been playing with a site called StoryMash. Basically, it's a collaborative fiction site that allows you to continue other people's stories or start your own. Kind of fun. Also potential to make money via click-through ads, not that I expect anything there.

There IS a contest on right now. If you are interested in helping me there, please go read my entries (the stories titled "October Chill", a continuation of the first chapter of that title) http://storymash.com/u/danceronice/ and rate them so they move higher up the list. I'm finding this good practice for pounding chapters out, if nothing else. And I'm being amused.

Two things have come to light today.

One, I missed out on that lighter. I was doing well for about six hours before the end of bidding, then some cunt put in an offer ten dollars over what I was bidding. I upped my bid, the shit upped his. Eventually I decided that fifty dollars was too much - even for a piece of beautiful Art Deco. So pah. I've now bid on a pair of gorgeous black leather biker-style boots at £7.00. Hee!

Two. Clara? Jenni's sister? Apparently she decided she's had enough of the whole shampoo, blow-dry and style shit with her hair...so she trotted over to see Jenni, and got Jenni to cut her hair off and then got a pair of clippers Jenni uses (do not ask...) and buzz-cut her hair. So now Clara, who until this morning had shoulder-length and highly enviable hair, now has fuzz.

Priya and I decided that Clara's got a good enough head to carry this off - not to mention that as her flatmate is a make-up artiste extra-ordinaire, she'll always look fab. But, it sparked a lively debate betwix us as to what women look good with skinheads. I said that only women who have a certain height and build can carry it off successfully, Priya said that it's never a good look on any woman and you need something extraordinary to distract the attention from the GI Jane look. Well, given that Clara is like Jenni but more...elegant...I don't see how that's going to be a problem for her.

Besides, knowing Clara, she'll let it grow back in and then keep it pixie-cut for a few years. Unlike her sister, who peroxided that hair to an inch of it's life and then dyed it jet-black and added blue tips to it. Sheesh.

Hi.

Do us all a favour? Shut the fuck up, give the fuck up, and get the fuck out of the race. You've lost, sweetcheeks. Stop looking like an arsehole with a pierced anal ring and show some dignity, you muppet.

love and kisses,

The World.