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hurry up and wait
Posted Nov 26, 2011
Woke up sick - again...
errands, and in the faternoon finishing packing. which, because we're still moving stuff over...
Overall health: 5
Headache: was up (down?) to -8 at one point
mood: 6
sport: 0
sleep: 6 + 2.5? (cat let me sleep in 
)
errands and chores : 6 (yes, i'm counting going to the doctor's) + 5
total: 22.5
average: 3.75
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Computer ate entry!
Posted Nov 25, 2011
I KNOW I did write an entry yesterday - either the same problem that made the exceel program (and everything else) work slowly, or i worded my complaints in a way to offend moderators. if the second, my apologies 
so recap: unpacked and sorted bedroom, visited widowed aunt-in-law who did a cofee reading about happy news, got a telephone call from a friend for his registry office wedding today, which totally cancelled our plans to visit dad's grave this morning. spent the afternoon evening being upset at the excell program, average was down a bit, but i didn't care.
end of re-cap.
today:
cat woke me up at 4:30 in the morning (notice not using appropriate words). got up at 7 - it was snowing. we were supposed to be there at a quarter to 11, called for taxi at 10 - it's friday, it's supposed to be no traffic! taxi arrived at 10:30, we got there at 11 - first ones of the wedding party to arrive, together with the groom's mother.
nice ceremony considering:
"you (insert appropriate word for the groom)! you visited mom last month and no word that you were seriously involved with anyone, much less planning a wedding!"
"Well, i didn't know about it myself until a week ago."
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traffic traffic traffic made it still on time to the restaurant for reception lunch, but had to wait almost an hour to eat because of the guests who hadn't attended the ceremony! made our deadline of 2 p.m. WITH lunch, back at home 20 minutes later (no traffic?) changed into warmer clothing, took a killer painkiller (NOT over the counter - i only get it because the drugstore knows about my headache history and that i'm very carefull alternating it with lighter stuff), head out again at 3 to stand in line for the german church christmas bazar. was joined by lil' bro and his wife - completely adorable lovebirds still. not much luck at the lottery - LOTS of tea and none of the bigger prices - and i REALLY wanted a Waffel Iron!
bought lots of traditional german christmas cakes and cookies, none of which i can eat because i'm allergic to the main ingridient: cinamon. but mom is happy with the haul. this was the first time she attended as a visitor, not a volunteer safely behind a table, and after one initial round she just sat and watched our shopping bags.
Sad though: one of mom's best friends, who had manned the lottery winnings table for nearly 30 years first with her daughter and then with the son-in-law had passed away this year a couple of days before my uncle. if was hard for me to go there, it must have been hell for the daughter 
i hugged her as hard as i could over the table.
no computer time, so no rec.
overall health: 5
headache: -7
mood: 8?
sport: 0
sleep: 5.5? blame the cat
accomplishments: i think i deserve a 20
total: 31.5
average: 5.25
and again
bad news - its getting ccccolddder
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hard hitting cleric
Posted Nov 23, 2011
god... moved most of my personal stuff and clothing to the upstairs bedroom. then shopping with mom (again... but i'm getting a nice bedcover from it), pre xmas bazaar shopping at the church (BACON! REAL BACON! ), and finally to the tax office to get that last, final piece of paper. back home and straightening the bedroom out - still lots to do there. then to the SF&F meeting, RPG demo. i played a cleric and even managed to get two hits on on the monsters, but was hit by a near miss from a team mate. we will probably continue the scenario once i'm back from kish.
fanfic rec: the bit of time i have, i'm still re-reading "curses and foils"
overall health: 6
headache: -2
mood: 6 see sleep
sport: 0
sleep: 4,at most
accomplishments: 15?
total: 29
average: 4.8333
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lack of sleep....
Posted Nov 22, 2011
only 3 hours of sleep last night. don't know why, just happened
waited for the call from the tax dep., didn't happen, went to the bank and stuff. nothing much really today, because i was just too tired.
fanfic rec
I've been hesitating to rec voracity, because she does feature some hardcore stuff, so PLEASE check the warnings and ratings. on the other hand some of her other stories are quite fun and i re-read them often.
today's rec is the series "curses and foils", a multi-crossover mostly centered in the harry potter wizarding world, with xander from buffy as the main protagonist (at least in the first series). no quotes, just light reading really.
overall health: 6
headache: -2
mood: 8 (we're getting somewhere with the bedroom upstairs...)
sport: 0 too tired
sleep: 3 + 1.5
accomplishments: errands 4, chores 2
total: 22.5
average: 3.75
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not yet halfway...
Posted Nov 21, 2011
another day of running the beurocratic red-tape. hopefully, we'll get the official aknowledgement of payment tomorrow, and it'll be over
mom is making cardboard boxes for the drawers. she wanted finish sewing bed covers first, but i managed to convinced her of my priorities. I can't move my stuff upstairs without a place to put it in!
fanfic rec:
I didn't do much reading today, so I'll go with an oldie but a goodie:
"The Line War" by rhiannon, Highlander fandom.
after the "incident" with the horsemen, duncan and Methos are sulking in two different continents, when a new immortal comes to seacover. she interrupts Cassandra trying to hypnotize duncan to kill methos. Aidan is, among other things, Methos' second student AFTER the horsemen, and gives a new perspective on the ROG, and survival as a female immortal. Unfortunately, another immortal is gunning for Aidan, to the point of declaring a *Line War* against the line of ramirez as Aidan's teacher. too bad nobody knows who trained the old peacock...
Looooong quote from "Sirocco":
The Irish woman shook her head and pulled a silver oak leaf from under her shirt. "I'm Edana ni Emer of Eire. That would be Ireland," she added in a condescending voice, clearly bent on educating the younger, less intelligent immortals. She smiled sweetly at Owain as she went on, "I studied with Ramirez, and with his teacher -- although not in that order. And Enrique? I'm older than your Christ; whyever should I worship Him?"
Damien grinned at the spluttering, near-apoplectic priest and said cheerfully, "I suppose we should go by age, or something vaguely close, but why don't we go down the line of the Flame Child here," and he waved at his Irish teacher, "and come back to the ones who seem to have you confused? I'm Damiano the Red and I studied with the lady in question back in, oh, what, the early tenth century, Magistra? Something like, anyway," he continued jovially. "I know I'm older than these two, at least." He gave the slightest inclination of his body, not deep enough to be a bow, really, before gesturing to one side and saying, "Sister, I think you're next."
"Mandisa," the tall woman said shortly, never moving from her perch. "Her student also. I assume you will agree that I should be allowed to fight since you challenged my teacher?" she asked, the bland, dangerous tone flaring as brightly as those white teeth against her blue-black skin. It was not, by any stretch of any imagination, a smile.
"Navarro Rodriguez," and the aristocratic blond man poured upward off his seat to stand facing Owain. The sheer intricacy of his bow managed to convey affectation, derision, and contempt; the little flourishes of hand and wrist in particular were intended to show his contempt for their putative skill. "Mandisa and Damien's brother, also a student of Shahar's. Next in age, and the last of her students at this... imbroglio."
Connor, who had seen duels fought over less, snickered despite himself. "Nice work, nephew." He looked up at Owain, all barbed smiles and banked rage, and stated, "I'm Connor MacLeod. I studied with Ramirez."
"Ah, yes," Bianca purred, stripping and mauling Connor with her eyes. "The one the Kurgan killed."
The older Highlander chuckled softly, a nasty sound that carried on the still morning air. "That's been dealt with." He cocked his head to one side, studying her, then replied in a low, threatening tone, "And you're not in the Kurgan's league. Even if you had another millennia, you wouldn't get there."
The lanky immortal with the raptor's nose chuckled, and managed to make it sound thoroughly smug, as he asked Bianca, "Are you that far behind on your gossip, woman? It's only been... what is it now, Connor, thirteen years since you took his head? Is there no one who'll talk to you, De Grazia? I understand the quality of personal hygiene products has improved this last century; you might be able to remedy that. If you live."
Duncan cut in before she could respond to that salvo. "I'm Duncan MacLeod, and I studied with Connor, here." He smiled fiercely at the dark-haired woman across the way before adding with patently false courtesy, "My clansman? The one who killed the Kurgan? You did manage to put together the pieces they gave you, didn't you?"
"Ah, you're the man with the convenient wall," Johannes mentioned carelessly, although the intensity of his gaze belied it. He had been gathering information on Duncan MacLeod for long enough, and heard enough rumors over the years, that he wasn't about to underestimate this formidable-looking opponent. Potent in more ways than one, I would suspect. A pity he's likely to die soon. "The surveillance photos didn't do you justice, I see."
"Still depending on spies?" Alex asked with that same apparent calm; beside him, Xan leaned into the arm around his waist to further provoke Enrique's palpable distaste. "When are you going to develop intelligence of your own instead of hiring out for it, Owain? That's always cost you, you know. But that's the line of Ramirez, then. Now it's our turn."
"Then you admit you're not line of Ramirez."
"Of course we do," the tall, pale immortal told him pleasantly from where he stood next to the younger, olive-skinned MacLeod. "But then that's something of a misnomer. It's not really the line of Ramirez at all."
His words dropped among them with all the impact of an unveiled viper, and in that moment the entire line of Rhys-Tewdor froze. "What do you mean?" Owain snarled finally, drawing breath against the shock and resisting the sinking sensation in his stomach. His back and shoulders had tensed already against the next blow because he had no doubt this unknown man had just played Cynthia's wild card. "For a thousand years and more, her boast and claim has been that she is line of Ramirez."
"Yes, well, it was simpler," Aidan said mildly, her tone full of wondering pity. "People knew who Ramirez was. How could you miss him, bless the man? Even more so than FitzCairn, entire generations of women were grateful for him." The Irish immortal glanced thoughtfully at blond Jirina and smiled so sweetly that she thought she might yet need insulin, immortal or no. "Not you, though. How did you manage to get him to say no?"
Even Johannes and Owain had to glance away for a moment to control their faces. Farrell laughed openly, although he moved forward a step to be out of range of Jirina's arm. "Did he really? I'm sorry I never met the man!"
"I never met the man," Jirina grated out from between clenched teeth.
"I'm so sorry," Aidan immediately answered, and imitated Navarro's intricate, irritating, flourishing salute of hand and arm. "I must have you mistaken with some other tavern... worker. Pray excuse me."
"Bloated warthogs, hmm?" Xan asked Connor in an interested tone of voice, a small smile playing around his mouth as he watched several of their opponents' tempers fray. "Do you know, Connor, there are days I have no trouble believing that you two are related."
"It's the Celtic blood." Connor shrugged, grinning maliciously from his seat next to Duncan. "I always wanted a sister like Edana. I'd have died even younger, probably, but it would have been worth it."
His obvious mental stability shocked Johannes. He'd been expecting the older Highlander to be in hiding, not at this fight, and now the Prussian was appraising everything through the focused sharpness of an adrenaline overload. No plan ever survived the actual start of the combat, but this one had gone belly-up almost from the start. What the hell is going on here? How did she put him back together so swiftly?! God's blood, I knew Cynthia was dangerous, but I didn't expect this! Fighting the Greek madmen is not something we expected.
"Enough!" Owain roared, his patience shredded by the whimsical behavior and good humor of the other side and further macerated by the implications that, somewhere in his research and planning, he had missed something crucial. How had Cynthia hidden this?
"Shut! Up!!" the Welshman snapped, glaring impartially at his opponents.
The politely attentive reactions from the other side were even more infuriating than their comments had been, and it goaded Owain to an even greater intensity, although now he could drop his volume again. "Explain yourselves, you prattling ninnies, or leave!"
"Ninny. It lacks a certain grandeur." The tall, indolent immortal slouching beside the two MacLeods stood, and his voice made it quite clear that he found the whole thing immensely entertaining. "Oh, well. I suppose we should make this simple enough even for you, so I'll try. I suppose you want the full formal introduction?"
Owain ground his teeth against the immediate response he wanted to give that detached, inquisitive expression. Damned scholarly gawk...! "Oh by all means, make your introductions if you're capable of it -- which I'm beginning to doubt," he added darkly, the blood rising crimson to his face again.
"Since you insist," the other man shrugged. "Do pay attention, if you're competent enough for that. I have no idea what my first name was, haven't bothered to remember it in centuries...." He straightened from his slouch as he spoke, his posture transformed to the balanced alertness of a mongoose who had finally found a cobra to attack. His face changed subtly, too, naiveté and nonchalance sliding away to reveal a man who had not missed any of the nuances and undercurrents of the morning.
The metamorphosis shocked several of them, as unnerving as the first time the eye glanced at the goblet and saw the profiled faces instead. Owain's startled, protesting noise never had a chance to become words. The slender warrior interrupted him with the same precision of timing that Cynthia used in cutting over Damien, and his voice was cold and far too clear as he said, "But I used the name Semnut when I trained Ramirez and for several decades thereafter."
I WOULD PAY MONEY to see peter wingfield play this scene!
the different names btw are aidan's during her life.
rhiannon has gift for creating characters, none of her OCs are mary sues, all of them are 3 dimensional and completely human. the entire series is rather long and includes both background stories and crossovers, like christalline patterns - an x-mas ball at connor mcleods with forever knight characters...
and while you are there, check out her resurrection fics too!
overall health: 6
headache: -2
mood: 6?
sport: 6
sleep: 7 + 1.5
accomplishments: 5 + 1 + 10 (I actually finished translating those 1000 words!)
total: 34.5
average: 5.75
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