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My good friend Laufey wrote a full-fledged romance for the wonderful red wizard Edwin Odesseiron. After a long time of work it is finally released. I assisted in coding it, I'm happy to say.
Grab your copy at:
http://forums.forgottenwars.net/index.php?s=74d98bf498d6f58e80bc20e226c38928&showtopic=11511 |
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Long time no seen and all that jazz. Yesterday I encountered again one of the creepiest poems I have ever read. I really like it, though. Here it is:
Yesterday on the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish to God he'd go away.
I don't know why exactly but it really makes my hackles rise and spine shiver. Does any of you happen to know who has written it? |
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I feel cheated, there has been maybe 2 weeks worth of sunny days in whole the summer! But at least Sopranos is back on in TV!Current Mood:  apathetic Current Music: Sopranos Theme Song |
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http://www.jkrowling.co.uk/textonly/news_view.cfm?id=80
I tell you, I've a good mind to give up on Harry Potter books completely. It's ironic that I appreciate well-written slash by adult, literary authors much better than the original books themselves. They have, like, depth. And complexity and stuff. :P
It seems that Rowling can't fathom that some of us who like Draco are not teenagers who have hots for Tom Felton. It is offensive. And Draco, a bad boy. *snerk* He is far too whiny and prissy to take on James Dean's shoes. He is the brat prince, the snide aristocrat. And let's not even get started on Snape as a 'bad boy'. Or being all amazed that someone OMG finds Lucius attractive.
It's as if she is personally offended that not everyone prefers *her* darlings - a strange attitude from a writer in my opinion. How can someone as clueless have created these characters in the first place?
I am not sure if I am curious enough to buy the books and read them, or if I will only keep reading the better fanfiction. I really don't care whether Voldemort will wipe all the muggles out or not. I only care about what happens to Draco and Snape, and at least when it comes to Draco it probably isn't anything good, so...Current Mood:  annoyed Current Music: No More Mister Nice Guy |
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Am on vacation... see you later!Current Mood:  rejuvenated |
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This is what I wrote:
Hates with a rare passion: AERIE from Baldur's Gate II! I have never, ever hated any fictional character as much as this whiny Avariel. Die, Aerie, die!!!
In case you know what I'm talking about, good :D In case you agree, even better :P
Jul. 29th, 2004 @ 10:38 pm
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...by listing a few of my favourite humor links.
1. The demotivators collection. It mocks business jargon and inane positivity. That attitude is guaranteed to endear me.
2. Evil Overlord List. Notes on how to be a *succesful* Evil Overlord.
3. Stick Death. Basically, stick people dying in amusing ways. It doesn't take much to amuse me.
4. Flame Warriors. A very accurate typology of Internetizens.
5. Order of the Stick. Roleplaying humor (AD&D)
6. Happy Tree Friends. Cute cartoon animals dying in amusing and violent ways.
7. Sexy Losers: Suicide Girl Strips. Sick, sick, sick. Corpse and suicide humor. Not for the faint of heart.
And, as a bonus:
8. Sample questions from a U.S. Military vocational aptitude test. For some reason I get a huge kick out of this. Don't ask.
Jul. 23rd, 2004 @ 10:53 am
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at http://grusha.net/snape/add.htm
Try it, it is great! Here's what I came up with:
Snape:I am gravely disappointed to see someone from Hogwart's most distinguished House here! Bad enough you did wrong - getting caught was inexcusable!
Very well, Frau R - what was your offence?
Me: I used spells against other student.
Snape: Using spells out of class is against the rules.
So what is your excuse?
Me: I was merely defending Mr. Malfoy.
Snape: Frau R
Well, in that case you are excused detention... and Slytherin gets 50 points for any distress caused to Mr Malfoy.
S. Snape
Jul. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:00 pm
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| » A challenge |
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I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. I will answer them honestly (within reason). Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything to which you must answer honestly.
But just to make things interesting, make them the perviest things you can think of. XP Or not, but it *would* be funny.
Jul. 21st, 2004 @ 08:57 am
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| » Tired |
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I didn't even drink so very much last night. It has to be the goddamn sake. I feel mildly nauseous, thirsty and have a nagging headache - let's face it, I'm hung over. Oh, and I ate too much sushi.
I hate the feeling when you are too goddamn tired to do anything, but you also can't get sleep. I have that feeling just now. Makes me irritable as hell. I should do some push-ups and stretch. Yuck. I feel weak and fat, perhaps because I haven't exercised properly in ages and eaten far too much pizza and drunk far too much beer as of late.
Should finish that short story, too. Feel too lazy since there is one particular difficult spot. Plus I can't decide on whether to choose a literary or informal narrator voice for the piece.
Not one of my finest days, this. At least everything is, in principle, well. So, uh... yeah.
Jul. 17th, 2004 @ 12:49 pm
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| » On Being Attractive |
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It is amazing how easy it is. Especially given how we are fed more and more messages on how nothing is enough, how we are to feel bad about the way we look and buy more and more products in the vain hope to remedy the unfortunate natural situation. This used to be only women's problem, but nowadays the sad side of equality ensures that men also get their share.
I used to fret on it too. On the extra weight, the wide nose, the round face, the thick thighs. You name it. It is a rare person who is photo-model attractive. Never mind that for the photo-models it is a profession, and not an easy one at that. It takes in-born body build and a lot of work both.
Until, when I was 26, I decided I had had enough. Why, exactly, am I using my precious God-given life for fretting over something so completely frivolous? I asked myself a few questions.
1. Have I ever had any lack of boyfriends or lovers?
Answer: no.
2. Has any of my ruined relationships gone south because of my lack of physical attractiveness?
Answer: no.
3. Do I have any desire whatsoever to work as a photo model or in any other profession dependent on physical attractiveness?
Answer: no.
4. So why, exactly, do I spend remarkable percentage of my time worrying about how ugly I am?
Answer: Er...
So I concluded that I am beautiful enough for any practical purpose from my own point of view. Life's too short to worry about anything else.
That was *such* a revelation. I believe it was given for me by God. After that I have not given much tought to my looks, and am so much happier. And it is my belief that a person looks attractive because of their inner nature showing in their expressions, gestures, attitudes and the general way of being. It doesn't really matter how much they have groomed themselves. Unless they are downright ugly (as in being deformed or having a tumor growing on their face) everyone can be beautiful in the right person's eyes.
Jul. 14th, 2004 @ 03:27 am
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| » Random things of today |
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For Regressive Hardrock!
On Sunday, finally! The band is back together! Had a rehearsal right in my garage. God, how I have missed the beat of my bass thumping right through me, the riffs, the solos, the hoarse shrill of our singer. Cliche as it is, playing rock I feel truly alive. To honor that, a few movie quotes from Blues Brothers 2000 (which, by the way was one of the most remarkable positive surprises in the art of making sequel movies I have ever seen).
Elwood Blues:[addressing the rest if the band] You may go if you wish. But remember this: walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your vocations; leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush. Depart now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordon, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonnyboy Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss.
Donald "Duck" Dunn: Who is Robert K. Weiss?
[the rest of the band shrug]
Elwood Blues: Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile candles of Blues, R&B and Soul, and when those flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished because the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will whither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect.
[he walks off, followed by Buster, Mack and then the rest of the band]
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That's it, really - that's why I am such a conservative regressive hard-rocker. Even though my music is different from R&B, it is where its roots live. Let's give Elwood yet another opportunity to tell how it is to have a gig:
Elwood: No pharmaceutical product could ever equal the rush you get when the band hits that groove. When the people are dancing, shouting, swaying, and the house is rocking.
Amen to that.
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Summer belated!
I *wish* the summer would finally come here. Finland's summer is short as it is, though also fragile, ethereal and full of life that you have to savor with desperation. Except this year it seems not to come at all. It is July already, and it is still cold as heck. Of course this beats winter - but it would be cool to actually swim in the ocean, sit outside drinking beer and white wine...
Nervous
Fellow writers, and others too - tell me how do you just let your baby go? I am writing a short story for a Finnish competition, and no matter how many words I change or how many passages polish, it always seems it is not good enough. And then I get these surges of desperation that the whole idea wasn't good in the first place, that it will royally suck no matter how much I fine-tune the details. The story is a semi-humorous, semi-tragic, mostly autobiographical story of the funeral of my old friend. The idea is to describe how 30ish people deal with their first close encounter with death and the idea of their own mortality.
And I should write some short stories in English for an American literary magazine. I have no idea if my English is nearly good enough. Or if my ideas are. Or anything. Gotta try though. I am too crazy for a real job so I have to be a writer. But generally writers and other 'artists' are insecure? Right?
Jul. 13th, 2004 @ 09:00 am
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| » Sorting Hat Quiz of the day |
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http://quizilla.com/users/diptutod/quizzes/A%20More%20Unique%20Hogwarts%20Sorting%20Quiz/
Slytherin! You're classy to the core, favoring the
traditionally finest things the world has to
offer. While you may or may not be evil *wink*
you certainly have the power and attitude to
get what you want. You're clever as all heck,
and tend to be a couple steps ahead of even the
most astute Ravenclaw.
A More Unique Hogwarts Sorting Quiz
brought to you by Quizilla
I usually get Slytherin, pretty often Gryffindorf, and occasionally Ravenclaw. I've yet to score as Hufflepuff.
Most of those test suck, though. In a bad one, the general idea seems to be:
principled and loyal -> Gryffindorf
evil and antisocial -> Slytherin
naive and nerdish -> Ravenclaw
a pushover and a boring sucker -> Hufflepuff
Jul. 10th, 2004 @ 06:57 am
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Here it is...
http://www.poetry.com/Iq/index.asp
I got 10 out of 11, here's what it says:
8-11 You have an excellent grasp of poetic form, structure, and
technique. People at this level have generally taken advanced-level
study in literature or have completed advanced poetry courses. They have
often spent considerable time writing, developing their own poetic
"voice," and their own techniques. People at this level, particularly if
they can apply their knowledge of poetic form and structure to their own
work, are considered among the most talented of poetic artists.
I don't believe it for a second, since I don't, as a general rule, write poems, not even in my mother tongue. Nevertheless I felt a pleasant surge of smugness. I also learned what exactly is a sonnet, which is nice. You can also leave an original poem there to be evaluated. I did, but it sucks so bad that I won't put it here. Instead, I'll quote a poem of the day...
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
- e.e. cummings
Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 01:06 pm
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| » The mood of today |
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I must see that cute ferret symbol.
Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 01:04 am
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| » Random stuff of today |
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I want an own Boong-Ga!
A Japanese video game,
where you can shove a finger up the ass of a person who has frustrated
you. The deeper the finger, the better score! And you get to watch
their face, too. The Japanese have a great idea of stress relief, I
tell you!
There is nothing intellectual about hard rock.Or if there is, it
is not good hard rock. Hard rock is an eulogy of agression, libido,
strength, unapologetic gleeful gusto for life. Hard rock forever! My
band has been on hold for some time now, and it is driving me crazy. I
want to ROCK!
Along those lines, the day's lyric by Ian 'Lemmy' Kilmister, my
havourite Hard Rocker. This is an attitude to live by...
Hellraiser (lyrics Ian Kilmister)
I’m living on an endless road
Around the world for rock and roll
Sometimes it feels so tough
But I still ain’t had enough
I keep saying that it’s getting too much
But I know I’m a liar
Feeling all right in the noise and the light
But that’s what lights my fire
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you
Walking out on another stage
Another town, another place
Sometimes I don’t feel right
Nerves wound up to damn tight
Don’t you tell me it’s bad for my health
‘Cos kicking back don’t make it
Out of control, I play the ultimate role
Don’t know how to fake it
Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you
Do you like Baldur's Gate computer games?
If so, do you like Edwin the Red Wizard? If so, I recommend this wonderful, humorous novel by my dear friend Laufey:
In The Cards.
Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 12:59 am
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I'll quote the text here.
This is the part where I should write something interesting about me. There lies the problem. :P
A writer. Married, lives in rural area, has 3 dogs. Plays bass in a hard rock band. Loves cooking, reading, computers, computer games, role playing games, comics. Likes hiking, gardening, wines and Harry Potter slash (a newly aquired taste).
Fan of: Harry Potter, Song of Ice and Fire, Discworld, Sandman, Cerebus (before Dave Sim went mental), Elfquest, Baldur's Gate games.
Favourite HP 'ships': almost anyone/bottom!Draco, especially alpha!Harry/bottom!Draco. Dom!Snape/anyone, anything!Lucius.
Random mind-boggling bit of trivia: loves Herman Melville's 'Moby Dick'.
Jul. 6th, 2004 @ 12:27 am
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| » So... this is how it works? |
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I am new with this live journal stuff, so it is time to start learning. Hi guys. I hope I will actually contribute something worth seeing at some point.
Jul. 1st, 2004 @ 12:49 am
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