Apr. 10th, 2012

My goal for April:

Eventually have a day or weekend when I can do this and no more:


May. 10th, 2011

The Golden Compass Daemon Test

Okay, since apparently half my friendslist got pretty, lovely, pacifist things like swans and pandas and manatees, I need to shake up the statistics a bit:

I am a Gruff Soul, apparently )

It's pretty accurate, although hopefully I'm not quite so grumpy as it makes me sound ;)

Take the test.

Apart from that lovely hyena (finally, an explanation for the cackling!), there were two possible animals that I only had a very vague idea of, so I googled them, and now I want a mini-menagerie of daemons, please. Can't I just have one of each??

And because it's not fair that only the hyena gets a picture, have some daemonspam:

ALL the fuzzies! )

Mar. 25th, 2011

Only the fifth level? FEEL MY GLOOMY WRATH, HELL!!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very High

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Sep. 15th, 2010

Inconvenient timing is inconvenient

Dear scruffy-looking yet adorable, clumsy, burnt-by-love, angst-striped Marc/Tom plotbunny,

OMG SCHATZ, NOT NOW, OKAY? LET ME GET THROUGH THIS WEEK IN ONE PIECE FIRST, I BEG YOU. After that I promise I will feed you lettuce and let you sniff my hand and maybe we can see if we'll get along, sound good?



Jul. 6th, 2010

You know you're kind of out of it...

...when you mistake the pack of razor blades on the kitchen table for chewing gum.

In my defense, the packaging IS the same colour, but WTF, self.

...Yes, I did notice before I put them in my mouth, lol. That would've been taking Show a little too literally.

Apr. 28th, 2010

Dovegrey whiskey - but good once fried

OH HAI, uhm, sleep? What? No, I haven't gone totally bonkers (yet). Nutty subject line is how I read one of [info]alsha's corrections to the epically crap chapter she was betaing for me. NICE HANDWRITING THERE, MEINE HOLDE! SO HELPFUL!*

Aaaanyway. Just dropping by to do one of my usual bimonthly HELLO I'M NOT DEAD posts. I'm so behind on comments to the point where I'm afraid I have to declare an amnesty on all the one I haven't replied to yet and keeping up again from now on, because OMG YOU PEOPLE ARE POSTY.

Off to finally work on my noms for the 2010 SEXYS, YAYYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY! Seriously, this has been my shining, dazzling, enticing reward waiting for me all week *hugs fandom tight and snogs it to the ground*

*OMG IT SO IS, THO. *dissolves in wibbly gratitude*

Apr. 17th, 2010

Fic: (No, really, fic! That I actually finished! Whoa.)

*ignores three dozen unfinished things glaring at me* (But it's Marc, unfinished things! Marc. You've got to understand! He's smirky and smooth and lovely and in need of ficcy verbiage! And I am weak.)

Title: Echoes
Author: [info]aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Marc
Word Count: 1700 words
Rating: G (I know, no porn whatsoever. Try not to die of shock, y’all.)
Summary: It’s not like Marc wants to notice Roman or is actively keeping tabs. It’s just kind of impossible not to notice him, innit? Especially when those bloody Essen papers have absolutely nothing else newsworthy to publish other than what Those Gay Skaters have been up to.
Disclaimer: I don’t own diddlysquat. Actually, I owe a fresh batch of cookies to whoever came up with the character of Marc Hagendorf, because I freaking adore him.
A/N: Right, so. I should be translating 10,000 words a day for work, which is naturally the perfect time for smirking bastards to tap me on the shoulder and be all, “Excuse me, I’m looking for some fic about me” in a really sexy voice. At which point I pretty much threw up my hands and said, “Fine, I guess I should get this out quickly before canon comes along and messes things up.” Thanks for beta-ing, [info]alsha! Set after episode 730, which… hey, we could all rewatch that, yeah?

Or we can do it later. When the timing's right. )

Mar. 15th, 2010

It's finally happened.

In a mad scramble to get a gargantuan pile of work of completely unmanageable proportions out of the way before I leave for Boston THIS THURSDAY HAHAHAHAHAHAH, I have finally officially lost my mind and/or found the solution to all my problems:

I was just dashing past my office to get more coffee from the kitchen when I glimpsed, through my open office door, with perfect clarity and without the slightest shred of confusion, but only with a mild sense of all being right and proper with the world, none other than myself sitting at my desk, tapping away at the keyboard. I wore an outfit I had worn earlier in the day and was thus slightly out of synch with my current, pyjama-clad, coffee-dashing self, but not by much. A few hours, perhaps. It lasted for perhaps two seconds, by which time I had dashed past the door. Another second later I realised that seeing oneself sitting in one's office while not actually currently there is perhaps not the most commonplace of sightings, and I dashed back to check, but by then office-bound me was gone.


Feb. 19th, 2010

Maudlin predictions

Ignore this if you're feeling sparkly-happy about fandom stuff, lol. I have only had 2-hour naps this entire week to keep up with work, it's the wee hours of the morning, I'm crazy with caffeine and dead bored with legalese, and all that combined does not a sparkly-happy Aldi make.

Gloomy contemplations behind cut )


Feb. 13th, 2010


After watching today's AWZ clip, the lovely [info]alsha and I decided that we couldn't possibly be so broke that we couldn't afford to go out and get some FRIES. So we did *bounce* Thankfully it's only the 13th even here in the future, so no one could accuse us of engaging in Valentine's Day festivities, lol.

As we sat outside eating the world's hugest serving of FRIES, we kept talking about how soon we would be famous athletes because fries is ALL THAT ATHLETES EAT. For some reason we found ourselves extremely hilarious, especially when we drove home after and the following conversation was held (for reasons unbeknownst, it was all in a heavy Russian accent):

Alsha: Good fries. Soon I am athlete.
Me: Bah. I will have COFFEE and be BEST ATHLETE EVER.
Alsha: You make fun!
Me: Noooo.
Alsha: JA.
Me: NIEMALS, mein Schatz!
Alsha: Ich glaube dich nicht.
Me: Fries and coffee! Is true magic!
Alsha: Hahahahaah, Stella is road trash.
Me: Bwahahahahahaahahaha.

In other news, my work is driving me to tears of boredom and I'm past the point where I'm even allowed to procrastinate, so now I'm contemplating murder instead. No one will notice if all the key witnesses to this huge international law suit suddenly conveniently disappear, right? Thought not. WHY IS WORK NECESSARY? WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST PRINT OUR OWN MONEY? ARRRGH.

Feb. 11th, 2010

Today's voting grumbles

#1: Veela Boy With Unattractively Hairy Arms: Nope. You still leave me utterly cold. You could be at -25% and I would not be stirred by pity. NICHT MEIN FALL.

#2: The Formerly Impishly Attractive Lars: Dude, don't even. WE BROKE UP. There's nothing but shards left and I can never trust you again. Even to think of those pictures makes me quietely seethe, or worse, want to cry. Go away and never come back. There's no point trying anymore, you faker. It's over. NICHT MEIN FALL.

#3: Hi Crinkle-Faced Smile of Win! It's okay. You don't have to whip your shirt off (though I'll appreciate it), spazz at me about how awesome boxing is (though I'll valiantly attempt to pretend I agree) or show me your bloody knuckles (though I'll be suitably impressed). You had me at "Hallo!" HOT.

#4: The Littlest, Lostest Weasley a.k.a. The Formerly Unfortunate No.4: Hmmm. Have we racked up enough karmic points yet? Does Christine have enough material for fic? Because I kinda feel like you're getting cocky. And like I need to give you a GEHT SO to keep you in your place. Cause next thing we know, you'll be accepting whatever lame trophy they've come up with for the Sexiest Soapstar winner with a grinny smirk and everyone will be looking all shifty and avoiding each other's eyes and later on no one will be able to explain how it happened and Igor will look crushed and make me cry. Ergo: GEHT SO.

#5: Hey Süßer. No, I don't care. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of pink, trashy indignity. It's for a good cause. HOT.

#6: Short Chocolate Truffle Smoky Yumminess: Purr. You know, that photo makes you look surprisingly crappy. But whatevs. HOT.

#7: The Amazing Square-Faced Squintbot: I have a guilty secret to confess. I am giving this dude GEHT SO. Such is the extent of my utter non-caring. I just don't feel strongly enough to give him the same scorn as Mars & Co. If I were any more indifferent, I'd dissolve. In fact, I'm already not remembering who I'm even talking about. GEHT SO and onwards!

#8: Mr. Sex Predator In Your Neighbourhood: No indifference here. If I could vote you into negative numbers, I would. EW. NICHT MEIN FALL.

#9: Greasy Max. HOT. Yes. I don't care what y'all think. Once upon a time, I thought greasy Max was gross. Then I thought he was gross but kind of sinistery-appealy. Then I thought he was gross but kinda yummy. Then I went back to thinking he's just gross. (Mostly Celine's and Lena's fault). He is the most disgusting man that I ever did find attractive. I respect that. HOT.

#10: Saaaaam. Sam Sam Sam. We must talk. WHY IS YOUR WIFE NOT IN THIS POLL? Damn you. For that alone, you will never win. And for the fact that I currently despise your character for a spineless, macho wimp. But still. HOT.

#11: Curse you, Raul Richter. Don't think I am not onto you. Don't think I didn't see you in today's Cenny ep, looking delicious in red and being all noble and loyal, standing up for the Yummiest Double-Choc Cupcake anyone ever had for a friend. Don't think I didn't see you casting glances at me from the corner of your eyes, going "Come on, I'm kind of lovely, aren't I? You may scoff, but you secretly think I'm all sorts of dishevelledly scrumptious." Maybe. Maybe I do, but you're not getting to me. Not you or your windblown princely ash-blond locks. I am firm as a rock in stormy seas, and I shall not waver. NICHT MEIN FALL.

#12: Vampire Lounge Singer: And again I must confess. I've been giving him GEHT SO. Don't judge me - he's no danger, I don't even know him and he's never harmed anyone, other than those casual clubgoers he's eaten in dark corners. Plus I can't get the image of him sprawled all over Lucifer's piano at Lux, dressed in nothing but a little red dress and a ludicrous shiny cape, crooning "You Give Me Fever" out of my head. Yes, I'm a sick woman, so what? GEHT SO, MOVING ON, NOTHING TO SEE HERE.

#13: Hello most adorable boy in the world. Apart from being too pretty to live, you are also just all around way too lovely to ever merit less than HOT, and to give you GEHT SO has given me heartburn in the past, so I won't even try right now. Let me just indefinitely put off that inevitable moment when I'm going to have to make a decision. HOT, PLUMPTIOUS.


#15: Hi John. I would rate you something decent, but I am paralysed with not caring very much. Plus, you were an arse to your gay girlfriend and your gay girlfriend's gay girlfriend, and now you're an arse to your sister's gay boyfriend, so, you know... piss off. NICHT MEIN FALL.

Feb. 10th, 2010

Here, have some aversion therapy

As if I needed any more procrastination material, I have taken it upon myself to help out some people who are having trouble resisting the cunningly chosen PR shots of some of the candidates who most definitely need to be voted "NICHT MEIN FALL." All for a good cause, of course.

Photos lie. Follow me. )

Jan. 26th, 2010


[info]sdk tagged me, so clearly it is imperative that I do this right now rather than any of the three dozen productive and/or livelihood-preserving activities I should be engaging in instead :-D

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".

*says that she tags whoever wants to do it* :-p

7 things about me )

Mar. 24th, 2009

Concerts, movies, fannish exploits & the rest

This weekend, I did stuff, for a change!

Auckland-bound )

It was the first time either of us had actually spent any time in Auckland (previously we'd just whizzed through), and it was nice to taste a bit of big city life again. We explored a bit of the downtown and gorged on massive amounts of shopping, which was bloody good fun. Then had lunch in a lovely park, and in the early afternoon went to check in and get ready for the concert.

Counting Crows and The Who )

After the concert, Alsha and I made it back into town after some bus-related issues (the free public transport thing back wasn't nearly as well organised as getting there, so there was lots of milling about in giant crowds and stupid bus drivers giving wrong instructions) and pretty much just fell into bed, we were that tired.

On Sunday, we slept in, had a huge breakfast and went to the zoo in the afternoon. Moar )

Our flight back was on Monday afternoon, so we had some time to kill, though not loads of money, so we went and saw a movie. Our options were either Slumdog Millionaire or The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. We were slightly more interested in the subject matter of the latter and also knew that Asa Butterfield, the little boy who played Mordred in Merlin, was in it, so we ended up going with that.

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas (dear British/American movie industries, why are you so hell-bent on appropriating the Nazi stuff? You're lovely, but you fail at being German! )

After the movie, we went to collect our bags and went to catch the plane home. Arrived last night to needy cats and piles of work that I'll somehow have to vanquish this week. DO NOT WANT. Let's have some fandom pimping instead!

[info]graspthethorn is doing the 2009 SEXY awards over on [info]seifen_slash! Go forth and nominate, I command you! AWZ stuff especially... I doubt Verbotene Liebe needs any help, hehehe. SUPPORT OUR TINY FANDOM! Go and nominate fics or art you liked! It won't take a minute :D


I hope to surface a few times this week to do EKP stuff (Christmas and New Year's episodes coming up soon!) and maybe watch the show, though recaps will probably have to be shorter this week.

In other telly-related news, I've recently started watching Torchwood season 2, and holy wow, it is good! I gotta admit, I wasn't too floored by season 1 - I liked it but it seemed a bit random and didn't really capture me enough to make me want to have more! now!, but I'm definitely getting that vibe with season 2 so far. Awesome plots! Great side characters! JAMES MARSTERS! Massive amounts of boykissing! Ianto ruling with the witty one-liners! It is beautiful. And further saturating my happy little slasher heart. Really, the amount of slash I HAVEN'T had to make up this year is mind-boggling. The canon boylove, it overwhelms me!

Aaaaand I also really enjoyed the latest episode of Dollhouse! I hope they keep going like that, because that was noticeably better than the previous ones. I approve!

Now if only I could bend the space-time continuum enough to have time for all my fannish exploits, writing (In This Home On Ice will have to be put on, well, ice... for the rest of the week at least), work, eating, trimming my hedge & mowing my lawn (hahahahaha) AND the occasional sleep! But it will all work out somehow as usual, I'm sure. I DON'T KNOW HOW. IT IS A MYSTERY.

*poodles off to see what atrociousness AWZ has been up to in the latest eps*

Mar. 5th, 2009


The cool news: I wrote nearly 4000 words today, and I like almost all of them.

The bad news: I've done very nearly zero work, which lands me with a nigh-on impossible amount to haul through tomorrow, oh god. If anyone sees me on IJ/LJ or YT or email or ANYWHERE tomorrow, tell me to get the hell back to work! And for the love of god, please someone put the boys on a leash and stuff them in a room somewhere to entertain themselves until I'm done with this fucking job. It's laughable how predictably my muse most wants to play when I most need to do other things :p

Mar. 4th, 2009

Angeschissen, Süße.

Mmkay. Done 1400-ish words on my fic and smacked Deniz a bunch, with Vanessa's kind help. It'll have to do. Even though I'm not anywhere near my actual plot yet. *headdesks* Still, Deniz always needs smacking, so that's progress, surely?

Also had a lovely videochat with [info]startoucher and [info]adlectorem (including their adorable fluffy bunny), subtitled stuff, rolled my eyes a bunch at the average level of intelligence on YouTube, faffed about loads on the internet and otherwise wasted time.

Now for this work business. How is it 8 pm and I still have a full day's work ahead of me, how, how?? Augh.

Dec. 23rd, 2008

For all ye of season-related stress...

...come here. Sit by me. Watch the pretty.

What's that you say? You don't understand what he's saying? Well, that's okay, neither do I, most of the time. Interviews in cars with bad sound = bad idea. Interviewers who constantly talk over their interviewee and are generally terribly annoying = even worse idea. (Seriously, has DG ever been interviewed by someone competent?)

But none of that matters. Just watch Dennis be cute and snarky. Don't you feel better now?

ETA: Well, ok, just for LOLZ:

Q: [Some variant on "What's the kissing like, isn't it weird/uncomfortable/a lot of effort]
A: That was one of the first things I told Igor - "If I ever hear about you doing an interview where you said kissing me cost you a lot of effort, I'm going to bash your head in."

For random cuteness:

Q: So what does your husband do, is he an actor too?
A: *laughs* Oh good heavens, no. I snatched myself a psychologist. I think I needed one at the time.

For more random cuteness:
Q: Isn't it difficult, I mean, you're pretty busy with the show, how often do you see each other?
A: Yes, I'm hardly ever home. I mean, sometimes when I know we'll be shooting late on Friday night, I can't exactly fly to London on Saturday morning and extend the weekend to Friday afternoon. Yes, well, it's annoying. I just force him to come here a lot *g*


[preceded by talk about costumes - funny scarves, bare midriffs, sparkly ballet trousers, etc.]
Q: Did you ever argue about the costumes so you could wear something less camp?
A: That's what I'm trying to tell you - I think camp is totally great. If it hadn't been for the people who took to the streets in dresses and drag, we wouldn't have the rights we have now. And anyway, I find the obsession with drawers pretty silly - I mean, I know we like to look for little drawers we can shove people into, but the thing about concepts like that is... it's much more interesting to have some diversity. [Aside] Man, I wish I'd written this stuff down.

And for more LOLZ:

Q: Did you ever get a hard-on from kissing [Igor]?
A: *hilarious face* I knew this question would come. Erm, let me think. I got close, once - it was our first kiss and I was maybe possibly tempted to have a reaction from it, but, you know, I was wearing white trousers and the entire team was there, so... they were two feet away from us and Igor and I were sitting there holding hands and I'd forgotten to take off my ring, and [he goes off on a huge long tangent about what the camera crew were doing here and I can't catch all of it, or possibly I was too distracted by the general adorableness]

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