My reaction to the Canadian Election results:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha

Why, hello Minority Conservative Government. You seem very familiar; could it be because you're the same government we had yesterday morning - give or take a few seats? What is that you're saying? Oh, you have a slightly stronger minority! Oh, my apologies, that makes a biiiiiig difference.

Wow. No, honestly, I'm completely impressed. Thank God we had an election! Who knows what could've happened had we kept going just the way we were.

These are little fics that I've had on the drive for a year or more. They're just ideas I wrote down. For some reason, many are character death stories. That's somewhat unsettling. Also, I never thought John was a robot, so I don't write him as such - he's a tad emotional in some of these.

Don't know if it's such a good idea to post them, but here goes. If you see any mistakes, please let me know.

Title: Just a Thought
Characters: John, Rodney

Title: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Characters: John, Rodney

Title: Argument for Change
Characters: Team (more of John and Rodney)

Title: McKay and Mrs Miller
Characters: Rodney, Jeanie, the girl I thought Madison would be

Title: After
Characters: John, Rodney, Ronon
Character death

Title: Dress Blues
Character: John, Jeanie, Madison
Character death

Title: The Darkness Remembers
Characters: John, Cadman, random extras.
Character death, again.
A/N: This was supposed to  be part of a longer fic, but I doubt it'll ever be as I don't write much of anything except essays these days. I saw "Vimy Underground" during the History Television's Weeks of Remembrance, and I wanted to write about people finding what Rodney, Teyla and Ronon had left in a carven a 100 years later, and then finding out more about them and their lives. This is the first chapter, I suppose, of John finding them, but not their messages.

Title: The Fic That is Not a Fic, but Is on Roller-Skates
Characters: John, Rodney

So. The people who live in my future house said they had movers booked for the 1st - that was yesterday.

They called at 19:00 on Saturday - today, an hour ago - to ask us if they could have a few extra days...they called FROM THE HOUSE!

They have NOT moved out. We are supposed to be signing for the house on Monday. We are moving on the 15th. It's possible we'll be moving in with mommy and daddy for a while, and our furniture will be lonesome in storage. That'll be fun, especially since sister is already there because of her divorce.

How freaking stressful can buying a house get! Gah! I'm getting drunk: blind, stupid drunk! And, hey, on the bright side, if we get rid of the booze tonight, we don't have to move it! That's totally a plus in my book!

Just got back from Michael Buble's concert in Ottawa.

If that man comes to your town, you must - MUST! - go see him. You must! He is adorable, and fantastically entertaining!

A great concert, a new SGA! So much fun!

The people who are living in the house right now are tenants of a mortgage firm - they had some bad luck and their house got repossessed. It's very sad, but since they had omitted to inform the real estate agent - "Oh yeah, btw, we can't sell the house, it's not ours" - I have decided it is very much Not My Business.

The important thing is: we bought a house. We were supposed to be taking possession of our house on the 30th. Now we are taking possession of the house on the 4th. We are doing so because the tenants called us to tell us they weren't moving out until the 1st because their apartment was only available then, and anyways, that's when the movers are coming.

Of course, this isn't a big problem because we aren't moving until the 15th...but isn't it a bit cheeky to call someone up and tell them you aren't moving out of their house? I understand - leases usually start on the first, it's ok, we're not about to throw these people out in the cold - literally. But, honestly, it just seemed a bit inappropriate - it felt very much like we were told to "suck it." Basically, the owner of the property decided it was ok to change the terms of the contract without informing us. And the tenants decided it was ok to book movers for the day after we were set to take possession of the house, as per the contract, without even asking us. What if we'd decided to move in on the 1st? Or on the 31st! What then?

"Hey, buyers, suck it! Suck it hard!"

I don't know how it usually works, but buying this house has been a really weird experience.

French people! Please stop having kinky sex at Vimy Memorial!

It's a monument in memory of Canadian soldiers who died in the First World War, for Pete's sake! Not a BACK ALLEY!

Thank you.

So. I have just started watching Supernatural because someone *glares at you* mentioned it/gushed about it/said it was good/teased me with random comments ans squeeage.

Let me just say, I do not enjoy being scared. In fact, I hate it. I don't like ghost stories and horror movies and urban legends - which are often scary - and bugs, and poltergeists and eeeeeviiiiil spirits. I do not like death, and gore, and suspenseful dudun-dudun type of scenes.

But. I sure do like Sam and Dean.

*glares*

I swear, the nightmares that are coming are all on your head! You!

Now, I needs me a new icon.

So, this summer was somewhat busy on the school-reading front, so I have hardly started on my Summer Reading Shelf.

But this...this I picked up from Chapters in May, I believe, and now it is over, and a part of me wishes I had read it earlier because it's wonderful, and another part wishes I had not read it yet, because now that I have read it, I shall never be able to read it for the first time again. It is discovered, and discovered it shall remain. Actually, I mostly wish I had written it.

From the backcover - When Henry meets Clare, he is 28 and she is 20. Henry has never met Clare before; Clare has known Henry since she was six. Impossible but true, because Henry finds himself periodically displaced in time, pulled to moments of emotional gravity from his life, past and future. Henry and Clare's attempts to live normal lives are threatened by a force they can neither prevent nor control, making their passionate love story intensely moving and entirely unforgettable. "The Time Traveler's Wife" is a story of fate, hope, and belief, and more than that, it's about the power of love to endure beyond the bounds of time.

So, yes, The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger is technically a romance novel as the driving force is the relationship between Henry and Clare, so if that is not something you enjoy, well, you might not enjoy this, but it's so good. So good. Read it and weep! :)Henry, oh, Henry, you poor displaced man.

Has anyone read it - it's been out for a while, it might be late news. Reactions?

Before class, I wrote this, but didn't post it because there were only a few comments on the actual entry. Now, there are 130+. LOL

So, it would seem I came back to fandomland just in time for a little drama. Kill Sam Carter contest anyone? Anyone? Sounds proooomising! You know those comments are going to be rational, polite, respectful and mature.

*sits back to watch this go down in flaaaaaames* Smores for all! Woohoo!

But, seriously, what's so bad about Sam anyways?

LJ tells me it’s been 15 weeks since I last updated! 15 weeks! Oh les Mole!

Hi! Anyone still around? Well, I know some of you are alive and well since I’ve been dropping by LJ randomly to read updates. So, yes, hi! I’m glad you have all survived the difficulties life chose to throw at you – way to go! Hugs and fizzy drinks for all!

Fics have been noted, put in a folder and unread, but this week brings my last day of class and a few days to read. The 17th marks the last day of the late summer term and my OFFICIAL freedom from the academic life until a gloriously future September 4th.

Can I get a Woohoo?! Of course I can! Woohoo!

The best part is, of course, that Angela The Loveliest is visiting Canada and visiting meeeee! Yay! I will now take a moment to appreciate life because, honestly, it doesn’t get any better than this!

In other news, uh…Hubby is doing much better. It would seem belief in a Higher Power – whatever shape it might take – helps a man get his bearings. I would not say that all is well on that front, but all is definitely much better. So, hurray for God – whatever He/She/It is – and hurray for stability. I hope he finds the security he needs, but for now it’ll do.

We are considering buying a farm. It is quite possibly the stupidest consideration we’ve ever had, but if it can ease his fears for the future and get me a house then the hard work that comes with it isn’t going to stop us. We might be crazy, and we might sink all our money in a place where there is no future for us, but that’s ok. It’s a mistake we’ll just have to make, mom. :) (my mother doesn’t read this – I’m just venting a tiny bit)

Ummmm, oh, yes! I have finally concluded my John the Inorganic fic – five months later, shameful. I will post some time this week if I decide it’s ok. It sucks, a little, but, meh, it was just for fun.

I am on the hunt for a bookclub. I saw a few such communities on LJ. This needs further investigation. Are you a member of such a community? How is it? (I thought Harry Potter was made of awesome, btw, and I miss him already and it's all his fault that now I feel like talking about what I read and what it all means. It might also be the fault of my Myth and Symbol class - fascinating stuff)

There’s also the Quarter-of-A-Century Decision Not To Give a Shit. It isn’t as bad as it sounds. We are not talking about disregard, disrespect and dissing others. No. Just a simple acceptance that this is my life. I want to be 25 – don’t scoff! It’s quite a number from here you know! – and be pleased with existence. It's my Big Plan! :) That, much like the Buying a Farm part of life, is a developing story. Still, 25 is a few months away, there's time. Plus, there's that whole year to work on that plan! I'm so ahead on this one!

Well, I suppose that’s enough babbling for tonight. Glad to be back, will try to keep abreast of your going-ons. I do read, but it’s all so “one entry here, one entry there” and I’ve been away for a while, it seems strange to drop by and comment. But I was saddened by your sadness, and enjoyed your happiness, and sometimes agreed but at other times disagreed with your rant/meta/long, intelligent post.

Good night, and have the best tomorrow!

I don't understand what makes mankind so hateful and hate-filled.
I don't understand why people can't help people.
I don't understand why it always goes too far.
I don't understand why mankind is so ugly.

I don't understand why we have guns.
I don't understand why we can't get along.

I don't understand what happened today in Virginia, and it breaks my heart.
We're all so ugly; isn't there something we can do to live in a beautiful world?
Are we all just doomed? Things never change - why is that?

I don't understand what's so difficult about loving each other, or at the very least accepting each other, tolerating each other.

Tonight, I don't understand the world, and I'm not sure I want to. Give me sunshine and lollipops; keep your mournful reality.

My sympathies to all - I'm so sorry we are the way we are.

For the first time in 130 years, Quebec has a minority government. Interesting. But that is only interesting to those who live in Quebec so I won't spend an eternity on that. No. I am instead going to rant a little.

( Rant this way, by Not-Aerosmith )
Ok, so I'm a little pissed off. I HATE ignorant people! I don't care about race, sexual orientation, gender, religion or whatever else, if you're stupid, you don't deserve to have a say.

That's IT! I am making T-SHIRTS! My new slogan is: Save the World, Kill an Idiot!

(please, if you're going to go the "but who will decide who's an idiot?" way, like my husband, save it. I wouldn't really kill people who I thnk are idiots. It's just a fine thing to consider. What the world needs now is not love, but some common sense and TOLERANCE - but not of idiots, they're intolerable. Hey, everything is relative. :))

Hey! I just saw that New Atlantis is defunct!

*sigh*

No more shiny, high-quality promo pics. Stupid NBC Universal. What's wrong with giving fans access to good fics, I ask you?

Here is what my TA wrote on my paper:

"I see you succumbing to the urge to make yourself sound important by using overly-complicated sentence structure. Simplicity is always preferable."

Make yourself sound important! LOL I know that's not what he *meant*, but dude, that's a little bit rude. The very worst part is, that paper, which was a commentary on a poem, was written the night before it was due because I had forgotten about it.

So, apparently, in my natural state, I write in an overly-complicated manner to make myself sound important. LOL Now, what was I saying again about the obsidian cat? :) I read the comments about my obsidian/black question, just didn't get around to answering, but it's neat to reflect, see things differently with the aide of another's perspective.

Does this mean I have a pompous style? Bet you it's Rodney's fault! :)

I got an email from my TA about my latest essay. It would seem I write sentences that are a bit too long and complicated.

Well, I know that. I have a hard time getting my point across most of the time, and let's just say that that particular essay was written on the fly. Come on, 2% of the grade, 5 pages, who cares? Still, if I had done the proofreading like a good little student, I probably would've gone from A- to A+, but 2%, I so don't give a flying mammoth.

That's not the point. The point is actually that I was reading a fic and came across the words "obsidian-coloured cat". Now, I'm all for pretty words and fancy syntax, but, obsidian-coloured cat? Is it just me, or doesn't it seem a bit over the top?

When is it too much? I would have written black, possibly dark, cat. Most likely black. It's a black cat, most people will get the picture right away without the help of a dictionary. I had to look up obsidian (for those of you who might not know: obsidian: a dark glassy volcanic rock formed from hardened lava.) See, I didn't know that, and I had to stop reading, double-click the word and wait for lovely Oxford Dictionary Program Thing to pop up and tell me what obsidian meant. Not a hardship, but had I not installed a dictionary program on my computer, I probably would not have bothered to go get a paper and glue one and look the word up, it would have bothered me and put me off. It did put me off, because it was in the first paragraph of the fic and I stopped reading to write this! :)

So, when is it too much? Where is the middle ground between black and obsidian? Is one better than the other? Does it matter? Is simple better, or does it show a lack of skill and vocabulary? Did everyone know what obsidian meant and it's just my French-ness that forces me to look up word after word?

Seriously, is it lame to say the cat was black when you could say he was the colour of the deepest oceanic cavern, where no light will dare penetrate the thickness of the liquid barrier that protects the soft crust of Mother Earth from the overpowering evil of the world above?

Backlog! :)

( Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 )

A/N: Disbelief has been suspended, right? That’s a very important step. I'm sorry I'm being so slow and horrible with the updates, I will try to do better this week.

Thank you Angela. Thank you Rox. You are magnificent and I am unworthy.

( Seriously, I always forget the cut )

Ah - yes. It will eventually make some sort of sense. I promise!

( Chapter the Fourth: A Day in the Life )

Ummmmm, so I sorta posted this on ff.net and forgot to post it here :) Same warning of insanity and little logic apply, as in earlier parts.

Much love to Angela and Rox, who are like fairies. Pretty and glittery and of a magical realm that we simple mortal cannot hope to reach.

( I didn't forget the cut this time! )