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Alohas. My computer is dying the bad death, which is why I haven't been on much. I'm stealing some time now because the moniter only works intermittently and it's probably going to go black again any second.

Nice big blizzard. Messed up a lot of my plans, but there we are. I guess we're up to 12" out here today, with more on the way. A good day to write Christmas cards and watch movies, though. :)

Watched the cut scenes from POTC last night and they were very intriguing. I wish I still had it in my do to POTC fic, but I think that's done. There's one scene on the island with Jack and Elizabeth, where I always thought that Jack was so totally exposed, stripped of his myth and bravado when he finally had to tell Elizabeth the truth about how he escaped last time. To me that was the most emotional scene, because you could see how much it cost him to tell her that. Well, in the cut scene, she asks him, "Was there no truth to any of your stories?" And he rolls back his sleeve to show her the brand from the East India trading company then goes on to roll back his other sleeve and show her these really interesting scars all the hell over his other arm, then pulls his shirt away and shows her what looks like two bullet scars on his chest and says, "No truth at all."

I'd love to shout out a fanfic challenge about the bullet scars, but a more sensible part of my brain is going, "NO! Jack torture! BLECH!" Because you know that's what most people would do.

So, but, POTC fans, do watch those cut scenes. I'm going to watch the commentaries today while I wrap presents and all.

Okay, I'm flickering here. I think there's an old moniter somewhere in the shed, but I'm not sure I can get to the shed.

This is the only place I know of where, on one fork you have all the ocean beaches like the tropics and all the trendy stupid clubs and a Saks and the rich, famous and snobby people with their weeklong parties and the horseshows, million dollar businesses and that kind of thing, and on the other fork you can hear the phrases, "The coop's too far from the building; how're we supposed to get out there to feed the chickens everyday if these blizzards keep up?" and, "I took Jessup four-wheeling through the old cornfield," and "I had to walk a half an hour just to get to the stupid barn."

Then there's getting stuck behind a potato truck on your way to work in the morning. >_<

I'm right in the middle, where you get the best (and worst) of both worlds. :)

Flickering!

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Alohas. My computer is dying the bad death, which is why I haven't been on much. I'm stealing some time now because the moniter only works intermittently and it's probably going to go black again any second.

Nice big blizzard. Messed up a lot of my plans, but there we are. I guess we're up to 12" out here today, with more on the way. A good day to write Christmas cards and watch movies, though. :)

Watched the cut scenes from POTC last night and they were very intriguing. I wish I still had it in my do to POTC fic, but I think that's done. There's one scene on the island with Jack and Elizabeth, where I always thought that Jack was so totally exposed, stripped of his myth and bravado when he finally had to tell Elizabeth the truth about how he escaped last time. To me that was the most emotional scene, because you could see how much it cost him to tell her that. Well, in the cut scene, she asks him, "Was there no truth to any of your stories?" And he rolls back his sleeve to show her the brand from the East India trading company then goes on to roll back his other sleeve and show her these really interesting scars all the hell over his other arm, then pulls his shirt away and shows her what looks like two bullet scars on his chest and says, "No truth at all."

I'd love to shout out a fanfic challenge about the bullet scars, but a more sensible part of my brain is going, "NO! Jack torture! BLECH!" Because you know that's what most people would do.

So, but, POTC fans, do watch those cut scenes. I'm going to watch the commentaries today while I wrap presents and all.

Okay, I'm flickering here. I think there's an old moniter somewhere in the shed, but I'm not sure I can get to the shed.

This is the only place I know of where, on one fork you have all the ocean beaches like the tropics and all the trendy stupid clubs and a Saks and the rich, famous and snobby people with their weeklong parties and the horseshows, million dollar businesses and that kind of thing, and on the other fork you can hear the phrases, "The coop's too far from the building; how're we supposed to get out there to feed the chickens everyday if these blizzards keep up?" and, "I took Jessup four-wheeling through the old cornfield," and "I had to walk a half an hour just to get to the stupid barn."

Then there's getting stuck behind a potato truck on your way to work in the morning. >_<

I'm right in the middle, where you get the best (and worst) of both worlds. :)

Flickering!

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Oh, really good LQ wangst for today:

"Love is like a glass house. Fragile and imbalenced. Chance is like faith, it must willing. My reasoning for my feelings is unsaid, hidden by the boundaries of fear and lamenation. Unable to utter the words of what needs to be conveyed, my courage is lost amidst of swelling chaos forming on the horizion. But even if I am unable to open my heart to you, within time, within life, I will always love you.

Current mood: Discontent, but slightly amused. Feeling the pieces coming together, but not fully.

At the moment: Sleeping. Trying to reach that verdant plane where decent dreams lie. Do not distrub. I am missing someone dearly."

Heee! Last week I accused her of "verdant greenery" in (what she is pleased to call) her writing, so I knew it was only a matter of time before she looked up "verdant" and then tried to throw it into some of her crap. ;) Sometimes I do that to her on purpose.

"It must willing" indeed. :)

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Oh, really good LQ wangst for today:

"Love is like a glass house. Fragile and imbalenced. Chance is like faith, it must willing. My reasoning for my feelings is unsaid, hidden by the boundaries of fear and lamenation. Unable to utter the words of what needs to be conveyed, my courage is lost amidst of swelling chaos forming on the horizion. But even if I am unable to open my heart to you, within time, within life, I will always love you.

Current mood: Discontent, but slightly amused. Feeling the pieces coming together, but not fully.

At the moment: Sleeping. Trying to reach that verdant plane where decent dreams lie. Do not distrub. I am missing someone dearly."

Heee! Last week I accused her of "verdant greenery" in (what she is pleased to call) her writing, so I knew it was only a matter of time before she looked up "verdant" and then tried to throw it into some of her crap. ;) Sometimes I do that to her on purpose.

"It must willing" indeed. :)