” BUT our Lord Jesus is very gracious to us.
Because I started praying for JKR and our ship. I didn't think He'd do anything because God doesn't like to mess with free will. If JKR wants to write it that way, then so be it. However, that night, I had a dream of grown-up and pregnant H/Hr.”
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Okay, I'm a wee atheist, so maybe I'm not up to date on praying etiquette, but praying for your ship? Your ship? What? I mean, you don't see me sacreficing a goat to Odin to bring forth the glorious Nine/Rose/Ten ('the threesome for those who just can't choose between Nine and Ten!'), now do you? I might be off here, but it seems to me that the God of religion is in fact not Santa Claus. And if he was, I think he'd prefer to give you socks over a ship. (Not to mention, what would he give the eager prayers for the opposite ship? He might have to go for the orgy to satisfy all, poor divinity.)
cryptile is the Featured Whovian of the week. Poke her with questions. Pooooke.
Meanwhile, I am writing my first Eight fic. Interesting... A tease, because I like to do it.
Tomorrow, the world is ending, and today, he is happy.
He goes to London, May 1945, watching the people rejoice and the war be over. He snogs complete strangers. Complete strangers snog him. He sings all the wrong words to songs and no one cares. He dances with an old woman in the street to silent music, and she rests her head on his shoulder and sighs. Just once, just happy.
Tomorrow, she's going to die, he knows. But then, so is he.
He takes Leonardo DaVinci flying, and is miffed when Leonardo steals his design. He crashes into a field with the Wright brothers, but assures them they're on the right track and it'll work very soon, and by the way, have they ever considered police box design for flying?
He sees two turns of the millenium - one with drunk Englishmen in a sportsbar, one with drunk Vikings in a longhouse, or the other way around. He wears a Viking helmet and finds it a bit boring, so he sticks horns on it.
Tomorrow, it's going to be a fashion high-point, he thinks. But then, so he's always been.
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So now I've passed 400 friends on this LJ. Hum. And I feel I don't know quite a lot of you. So, let's play a fact game. You comment with a random fact about you, I'll reply with one about me. If you want to keep going, you reply again with another fact and so on.
Or, if you so prefer, ask me any three questions you want, and I'll answer. Then I'll ask three of you.
(Oldies may also play, if they're bored or just plain curious.)
Because I started praying for JKR and our ship. I didn't think He'd do anything because God doesn't like to mess with free will. If JKR wants to write it that way, then so be it. However, that night, I had a dream of grown-up and pregnant H/Hr.”
...!
Okay, I'm a wee atheist, so maybe I'm not up to date on praying etiquette, but praying for your ship? Your ship? What? I mean, you don't see me sacreficing a goat to Odin to bring forth the glorious Nine/Rose/Ten ('the threesome for those who just can't choose between Nine and Ten!'), now do you? I might be off here, but it seems to me that the God of religion is in fact not Santa Claus. And if he was, I think he'd prefer to give you socks over a ship. (Not to mention, what would he give the eager prayers for the opposite ship? He might have to go for the orgy to satisfy all, poor divinity.)
Meanwhile, I am writing my first Eight fic. Interesting... A tease, because I like to do it.
Tomorrow, the world is ending, and today, he is happy.
He goes to London, May 1945, watching the people rejoice and the war be over. He snogs complete strangers. Complete strangers snog him. He sings all the wrong words to songs and no one cares. He dances with an old woman in the street to silent music, and she rests her head on his shoulder and sighs. Just once, just happy.
Tomorrow, she's going to die, he knows. But then, so is he.
He takes Leonardo DaVinci flying, and is miffed when Leonardo steals his design. He crashes into a field with the Wright brothers, but assures them they're on the right track and it'll work very soon, and by the way, have they ever considered police box design for flying?
He sees two turns of the millenium - one with drunk Englishmen in a sportsbar, one with drunk Vikings in a longhouse, or the other way around. He wears a Viking helmet and finds it a bit boring, so he sticks horns on it.
Tomorrow, it's going to be a fashion high-point, he thinks. But then, so he's always been.
II
So now I've passed 400 friends on this LJ. Hum. And I feel I don't know quite a lot of you. So, let's play a fact game. You comment with a random fact about you, I'll reply with one about me. If you want to keep going, you reply again with another fact and so on.
Or, if you so prefer, ask me any three questions you want, and I'll answer. Then I'll ask three of you.
(Oldies may also play, if they're bored or just plain curious.)
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:27 pm (UTC)Random fact...let's see here...
I'm a rocket scientist by degree. ;)
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:37 pm (UTC)Before I was born, mum made dad give away our cat's two kitties and dad was all sad.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:33 pm (UTC)Depends. If it's Old Testament God he might just smite them (he was very big on the smiting). New Testament God - probably just tell them "Sorry 'bout that. Next major literature craze, I'll give you what you want."
Random fact - When I was a kid I got my arm stuck in a billiard table.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:41 pm (UTC)When I was six, I fell out the window after I decided to show off to my brother by balancing on the ledge.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:38 pm (UTC)I can live a relatively normal life on very little sleep (ie. roughly 3 hours per night), although I know it'll catch up with me one day.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:38 pm (UTC)Loki, grant us a fucking great sea snake with which to assault our imaginary enemies!... and then get eaten ourselves. *sigh*
Speaking of Norse Gods, someone on my f-list did a page of chibis here, and I thought of you. Well. Actually, I thought of my stepdad, but he's blocked me on MSN 'cuz I kept pestering him with imaginary extracts of a Viking romance novel. *cough* What's wrong with 'And then Erik tenderly undid the strings of her bodice, and said, "Darling, you and the other thirty five female slaves I took from this raid - you are my only. Until we reach York, anyway."'? I mean, srsly? :p
Random fact about me: I drink at least one litre of Dr Pepper a day.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:47 pm (UTC)Have you read real Viking romance novels? Those are scary things - and not that far away from your imaginary bits, either.
Random fact: I almost never wear make-up.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:41 pm (UTC)...Though I don't know why I am yaying, since I still haven't seen the TVM. Clips from it, yes, but not the whole thing.
Random Fact: I am terrified of spiders. Scared of them liek whoa.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:54 pm (UTC)Spiffy indeed.
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:48 pm (UTC)When I was four I almost drowned. Well, the others say that, I still remember it being fun
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Date: 2006-03-28 03:57 pm (UTC)I've had so much dental treatment in my life that I often have nightmares about my teeth. I used to have a phobia of injections, but I had therapy to get over it - this was very lucky, because I now have to have injections about once a month. A couple of months ago, I got so fed up with the state of my hair, that I had most of it cut off :D
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:03 pm (UTC)Eight fic makes me happy.
hmm.. a random fact eh?
My Middle name (Annalee) is both of my Grandmothers middle names squished together (Josephine Ann & Vivian Lee). It was originally supposed to be Leeanne, but my mom said it sounded "Too Country Music" and switched it around
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Date: 2006-03-28 06:49 pm (UTC)My middle name is my mother's last name, and comes from a family farm where my family has apparently lived for close to a thousand years.
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:12 pm (UTC)And a random fact: My father's favorite portrait of me is the one I had done on a band trip my senior year... the one from the wild west portrait shoppe. Thus, we now have a picture of me in flapper gear holding a cigarette/holder and a bottle of Jim Beam, with money tucked into my garter, displayed next to the oh-so-normal prom picture and senior portrait.
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Date: 2006-03-28 06:53 pm (UTC)I also have such Wild West portrait - from when me and my brother visited friends in Utah.
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:13 pm (UTC)Thank you for finding me this...now when I
ritualistically sacrifice the slow kids in my classcross my fingers and hope for some action shipwise I'll know I'm doing God's work.no subject
Date: 2006-03-28 07:06 pm (UTC)Go forth and spread God's words of Fictional OTPs for hope and betterment everywhere?
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:19 pm (UTC)Well, since everyone else is talking about hair...
I've never had to dye my hair because, when I go out in the sun, my plain-as-mud brown hair turns red all on its own. Of course, no one in real life believes me when I tell them this, since there's such an obvious difference in the color.
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:22 pm (UTC)I have bad luck with stairs. :D I've
A) gone down in a laundry basket when I was an infant (unharmed)
B) heard about the above, then went down in a wire basket (sore back and neck from tumbling which faded a day later)
C) fallen off the second floor banister (hurt leg, but no lasting damage)
D) went down in two wire baskets (really sore back, but again, nothing permanent)
E) locked myself in a stairwell at school (wound to dignity :3)
Not to mention tripping up and down all the time at home and school. And there you have it. :3
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:34 pm (UTC)True story :)
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:39 pm (UTC)Dude, any god this chick worships is now on the phone to some other god, saying, "You think you've got weird worshippers - listen to what this woman prayed to me about today!"
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Date: 2006-03-28 04:57 pm (UTC)Due to illness I stopped growing at 13 and now I'm the same size I was at that age :(
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Date: 2006-03-28 05:05 pm (UTC)Okay...my NaNo consisted of other people's characters. I refer to myself as Zeph. I have emotional issues.
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