"Extra flamey."
Aug. 9th, 2004 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI have a feeling one of Colleen's comments, regarding Clare's party, was directed at me. Accordingly, I feel moved to scribble. Last night our internet went again, which was not of the good. The party never actually had a name, but considering later events and the general theme of the party names, I vote it posthumously named the New Moon Rising Party.
As said before, I finished work at the Crosby Herald on Friday, and the first of the two relevant newspapers has been published. I have several articles published, one with my byline, so I took home the paper and will shortly start cutting bits out of it. However, I wasn't expecting to finish at one o'clock in the afternoon. It didn't bother me much, though; I rang the kids, told them to hurry themselves the hell up, and went down to the station. At which point I felt guilty about shouting at them, and bought them a Kinder egg each.
Soft, me. Anyway. Because of my unexpected earliness (you can say lateness, but you can't say earliness?) I managed to persuade Colleen to wait for me at Conway Park. It was about a quarter past two when Nupur, Joshua and I ambled out into the sunlight and Enid, Colleen and Clare came running towards us. The first thing I heard was "Iona has legs?!" (huh?) but conversation soon segued into Colleen's latest fixation, the mechanics of vampire sex.
See - and I don't know why I'm writing this - the problem is the lack of blood, as blood is required for purposes of, ah - engorgement. Which causes a problem. Personally, I don't really want to know, and only paused to carp a bit about the mechanics of human/vampire sex. While we were talking about it, we caught a bus to Pensby and probably scared everyone else on it. It made me giggle.
At Clare's, we retreated into the garden and lay there in the sunlight. It was very hot, and I was lying sprawled out over the greenery when Enid asked, "Iona, are you aware you have a gryphon on your arse?"
"I do?"
Specifically, it was a patch stuck on that rather cute patchwork-type skirt I got from Grin that time, and it did indeed have a gryphon on it. Once this fact had been duly pointed out to all, conversation returned to its former topic, which had been arguing over who got to watch what. Emily wanted Stargate (New Order) and Atlantis (Rising). Clare wanted Starsky and Hutch. I wanted Buffy (Passion) and so did Colleen (Buffy versus Dracula). Nupur wanted Pirates of the Caribbean. Lots of confusion there.
When Emily wandered in, she said, "Iona, you have a patch on your bum."
And I thought they loved me for my mind.
Thankfully, Hannah didn't say anything gryphon- or arse- related when she appeared some time later. Her interview was cancelled, and she seemed blue, as she put it. We did some questionnaires for Clare's psychology coursework, and went back inside some time after that.
We watched Buffy versus Dracula first. I thought it was amusing. "I'm standing right here!" Fun stuff.
And after that, we ended up watching Atlantis. Em's downloaded versions were DVD quality and eminently watchable. I liked it to start with - wasn't expecting to like it, I must say - but I get the feeling I'm not going to watch it with anything approaching fannishness unless it gets really good. Good points included Major Sheppard, which was a real surpise (I thought he'd be macho and boring, but he reminded me weirdly of Jonas and was really sort of cute) and the Scottish guy, whom I can see myself really liking. As well as that, I liked the little touches - the appearances by Daniel and Jack were perfectly in character and very cute, and the champagne bottle thrown through the gate at the last minute was a lovely detail. It reminded me of the tissue box from Children of the Gods, which was good.
Actually, a lot of things about the show remind me of the early seasons of Stargate, ie the good stuff about Stargate. There were a lot of little things that reminded me of the film and Children of the Gods. What I think will let Atlantis down are the aliens (The Wraith, are they called?) who seem rather... well, blah. The Goa'uld in their heyday were better villains.
Also, the lack of groundedness. The snark of Stargate usually comes in through the fact these galactic explorers have ordinary lives in an ordinary American town when they're not busy saving the world, and all the stuff about pizza and sci-fi and much beer will never appear in Atlantis by virtue of its setting. What made Stargate different from the various Trek incarnations is equally lacking from Atlantis, if that makes sense.
As one final bad point - Weir. Full stop. The woman needs to die. Failing that, a sense of humour would be nice.
Of course, there are merely my confused initial impressions. I've saved the best for last - the Lemon Chicken Guy (whom I have always loved) and the Scottish Guy. This bit of dialogue -
"How come I never make friends like that?"
"You need to get out more."
"We're in another galaxy. How much more out can you get?"
- is priceless. Slashy and cute, and so good.
After we'd finished watching it, we decided to watch something that would make Hannah happy. "Any Buffy episode ever," I said, and she smiled.
"New Moon Rising."
Which is the first one with Willow and Tara as WillowandTara. Everyone, even Em the non-Buffy-fan, got sentimental at the end. They're so sweet and romantic and ahh.
Somewhere around here began the saga of the pizza, which we ordered and then failed to arrive. And something about the Colleen Show, which the world will learn more about at some point this week. Enid, love, I need that one black-and-white picture, if it's at all possible. Thanking you kindly.
The kids didn't sleep through events this time, so they got treated to much insanity and.. well, singing. We did watch Starsky and Hutch (and Em didn't find it slashy, something I find amazing in the extreme) and then came the singing. I expressed displeasure at the fact that we'd been drinking slowly for an hour and a half and no-one had yet burst into song.
So there was singing. Generally Once More With Feeling. Most of the songs, in fact, although I think we probably did I'll Never Tell the best. Hannah and I discovered that although we both love Standing/Under Your Spell, one of us knows Tara's part and the other knows Giles's part. This is sad, I know. And it shouldn't be difficult to guess who sang what. But we sang it with enthusiasm taking the place of tunefulness, and I think we did quite well for people who were drunk.
Actually, it was Colleen and Clare who were really drunk. Em and I were drinking Malibu neat out of a mineral water bottle (don't ask) and I reached the point where I had to think about what I was saying. I'm pretty sure I may have said something like, "I'm doing the thingy-thing thing," followed by, "I'm sorry, that was a metasyntactic variable."
Em attempted to tip a mug of water over my head at that point. She failed. Hannah laughed and went to sleep. So did I, but I vaguely remember talking to Emily even after I was asleep. It amused me, at any rate.
Morning came and went, and then we woke up. Hannah and I wandered down to bus-stop with the kids in tow, and because of my family attempting to do the family-day-out thing, I didn't get home until quite late and then couldn't sleep. Hence sleep-deprivation and general crankiness.
The kids went home yesterday. More on that later, as I'm tired now and have been writing this for about an hour on and off.
As said before, I finished work at the Crosby Herald on Friday, and the first of the two relevant newspapers has been published. I have several articles published, one with my byline, so I took home the paper and will shortly start cutting bits out of it. However, I wasn't expecting to finish at one o'clock in the afternoon. It didn't bother me much, though; I rang the kids, told them to hurry themselves the hell up, and went down to the station. At which point I felt guilty about shouting at them, and bought them a Kinder egg each.
Soft, me. Anyway. Because of my unexpected earliness (you can say lateness, but you can't say earliness?) I managed to persuade Colleen to wait for me at Conway Park. It was about a quarter past two when Nupur, Joshua and I ambled out into the sunlight and Enid, Colleen and Clare came running towards us. The first thing I heard was "Iona has legs?!" (huh?) but conversation soon segued into Colleen's latest fixation, the mechanics of vampire sex.
See - and I don't know why I'm writing this - the problem is the lack of blood, as blood is required for purposes of, ah - engorgement. Which causes a problem. Personally, I don't really want to know, and only paused to carp a bit about the mechanics of human/vampire sex. While we were talking about it, we caught a bus to Pensby and probably scared everyone else on it. It made me giggle.
At Clare's, we retreated into the garden and lay there in the sunlight. It was very hot, and I was lying sprawled out over the greenery when Enid asked, "Iona, are you aware you have a gryphon on your arse?"
"I do?"
Specifically, it was a patch stuck on that rather cute patchwork-type skirt I got from Grin that time, and it did indeed have a gryphon on it. Once this fact had been duly pointed out to all, conversation returned to its former topic, which had been arguing over who got to watch what. Emily wanted Stargate (New Order) and Atlantis (Rising). Clare wanted Starsky and Hutch. I wanted Buffy (Passion) and so did Colleen (Buffy versus Dracula). Nupur wanted Pirates of the Caribbean. Lots of confusion there.
When Emily wandered in, she said, "Iona, you have a patch on your bum."
And I thought they loved me for my mind.
Thankfully, Hannah didn't say anything gryphon- or arse- related when she appeared some time later. Her interview was cancelled, and she seemed blue, as she put it. We did some questionnaires for Clare's psychology coursework, and went back inside some time after that.
We watched Buffy versus Dracula first. I thought it was amusing. "I'm standing right here!" Fun stuff.
And after that, we ended up watching Atlantis. Em's downloaded versions were DVD quality and eminently watchable. I liked it to start with - wasn't expecting to like it, I must say - but I get the feeling I'm not going to watch it with anything approaching fannishness unless it gets really good. Good points included Major Sheppard, which was a real surpise (I thought he'd be macho and boring, but he reminded me weirdly of Jonas and was really sort of cute) and the Scottish guy, whom I can see myself really liking. As well as that, I liked the little touches - the appearances by Daniel and Jack were perfectly in character and very cute, and the champagne bottle thrown through the gate at the last minute was a lovely detail. It reminded me of the tissue box from Children of the Gods, which was good.
Actually, a lot of things about the show remind me of the early seasons of Stargate, ie the good stuff about Stargate. There were a lot of little things that reminded me of the film and Children of the Gods. What I think will let Atlantis down are the aliens (The Wraith, are they called?) who seem rather... well, blah. The Goa'uld in their heyday were better villains.
Also, the lack of groundedness. The snark of Stargate usually comes in through the fact these galactic explorers have ordinary lives in an ordinary American town when they're not busy saving the world, and all the stuff about pizza and sci-fi and much beer will never appear in Atlantis by virtue of its setting. What made Stargate different from the various Trek incarnations is equally lacking from Atlantis, if that makes sense.
As one final bad point - Weir. Full stop. The woman needs to die. Failing that, a sense of humour would be nice.
Of course, there are merely my confused initial impressions. I've saved the best for last - the Lemon Chicken Guy (whom I have always loved) and the Scottish Guy. This bit of dialogue -
"How come I never make friends like that?"
"You need to get out more."
"We're in another galaxy. How much more out can you get?"
- is priceless. Slashy and cute, and so good.
After we'd finished watching it, we decided to watch something that would make Hannah happy. "Any Buffy episode ever," I said, and she smiled.
"New Moon Rising."
Which is the first one with Willow and Tara as WillowandTara. Everyone, even Em the non-Buffy-fan, got sentimental at the end. They're so sweet and romantic and ahh.
Somewhere around here began the saga of the pizza, which we ordered and then failed to arrive. And something about the Colleen Show, which the world will learn more about at some point this week. Enid, love, I need that one black-and-white picture, if it's at all possible. Thanking you kindly.
The kids didn't sleep through events this time, so they got treated to much insanity and.. well, singing. We did watch Starsky and Hutch (and Em didn't find it slashy, something I find amazing in the extreme) and then came the singing. I expressed displeasure at the fact that we'd been drinking slowly for an hour and a half and no-one had yet burst into song.
So there was singing. Generally Once More With Feeling. Most of the songs, in fact, although I think we probably did I'll Never Tell the best. Hannah and I discovered that although we both love Standing/Under Your Spell, one of us knows Tara's part and the other knows Giles's part. This is sad, I know. And it shouldn't be difficult to guess who sang what. But we sang it with enthusiasm taking the place of tunefulness, and I think we did quite well for people who were drunk.
Actually, it was Colleen and Clare who were really drunk. Em and I were drinking Malibu neat out of a mineral water bottle (don't ask) and I reached the point where I had to think about what I was saying. I'm pretty sure I may have said something like, "I'm doing the thingy-thing thing," followed by, "I'm sorry, that was a metasyntactic variable."
Em attempted to tip a mug of water over my head at that point. She failed. Hannah laughed and went to sleep. So did I, but I vaguely remember talking to Emily even after I was asleep. It amused me, at any rate.
Morning came and went, and then we woke up. Hannah and I wandered down to bus-stop with the kids in tow, and because of my family attempting to do the family-day-out thing, I didn't get home until quite late and then couldn't sleep. Hence sleep-deprivation and general crankiness.
The kids went home yesterday. More on that later, as I'm tired now and have been writing this for about an hour on and off.
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on 2004-08-10 02:21 am (UTC)P.S. Are you and Hannah coming on Friday?
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on 2004-08-10 06:46 am (UTC)As far as I know, Hannah and I are coming on Friday. Any particular time you want us there?
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on 2004-08-10 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-10 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-12 10:14 am (UTC)I'm beginning to dislike Teyla more and more.
On another note, have watched the episode in which T'Pol wears pink. It was less vile than I was expecting... I do kinda miss the brown thing though.
I have to say I wasn't paying much attention to her clothes though after she ordered Trip to take his shirt off... *grins*
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on 2004-08-14 03:02 pm (UTC)Teyla - such a cliché. Teal'c plays the same role in SG-1 - alien outsider - but he's a warrior and father and teammate and friend and occasionally cowboy, and a wonderfully complex character. Teyla, on the other hand, is a space-filler.
T'Pol wearing pink should have been outlawed by the Geneva Convention. So should Trip/T'Pol! Have you seen Shuttlepod One yet?
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on 2004-08-14 04:19 pm (UTC)But in season three, which I have at the moment, T'Pol has substance addiction problems and Enterprise is full of holes *wibbles*
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on 2004-08-18 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-08-18 09:12 am (UTC)We then see T'Pol getting a little more emotional, getting more pissed off with people etc. than usual. In Harbinger she gets jealous of another woman making moves on Trip, then strongly denies it to Trip when he confronts her, then basically jumps him (ha!). The next day she tells him that their 'sexual relations' were an experiment and denies her feelings again...
We see her in an erotic dream involving Trip (she does like him!) in which she turns evil and then wakes up quite upset - and goes hunting for something in a cargo hold that has been de-pressurised (the aformetioned 'enterprise is full of holes' thing) and nearly kills herself trying. Turns out she's found a way to inject herself with Trellium-D and has been doing so for the last three months. It allows her to access her emotions, which she wanted to experiment with.
She's over it now, but it permanently damaged her neural system and she still finds it hard to control her emotions.
And I really shouldn't know that much about it.
Such a geek... ;)