oceana

It's 4.40 a.m.
There's no bad in the world, except for all the weird people. And the keyboard. LETTERS THAT I WANT KEYBORAD°
Se`?
Oh well.
how was numb3rs?
No wait. don't tell me
Good nigt.

Google's new map service showing a satellite pic of a stealth bomber.

The mind boggles.

(link found via spiegel.de, and of course it's freely available via google, should you be looking. Great security there, dear United States.)

Tek Ma'te O'Neill!

I have received the printed cardboard with your report from Canada. I am indeed pleased to hear about your hunting success. You must bring back a mountie for the Jaffa! rebellion.
Do not let DanielJackson turn into a frozen stick of sugary water . I have heard of a place where men curl up naked in front of fireplaces.It is called "shack".
I must go now.

Murray

I spent all day working on my files while at the same time importing my CDs to my laptop and then transfering them to my shiny new Ipod.
Yesterday evening I did the same, only instead of the working, I read NCIS fanfiction and watched the second MacGyver movie.

Clearly I was born to multitask. Oh wait, of course I was, I'm female. Heh.

Anyway, with all the working and uploading and drinking too much coffee, I didn't really have time to took more than a short glance at my flist.

What I learned:
The English word for MOPS is pug.
This may not be groundbreaking news for most of you, but it was to me.
See, the Mops is just that. A Mops. It is the perfect word for it. So perfect that I had never even wondered if other languages maybe had other words for it. Not that I talk about pugs a whole lot, so maybe it just never came up, but today, when I found out that yes, indeed, Mops isn't a universal word, I was actually surprised.
Wow. Not a Mops. A pug.

Pug is fits the Mops as well. Not as good as Mops, but it's okay. Pug is short and puggy, like the dog in question.
Mops is...everything.
Mops expresses that the pug makes weird breathing noises when it walks, that it curls its tongue when it smiles and that its eyes move into different directions when it yawns.

In my first dog book, the description about the Mops said:
The Mops is lucky that its mother is also a Mops, for no other dog could love his looks.
Which is true, because they are incredibly ugly. They might be cute, but they are incredibly ugly. I'm sorry if I offend your pug, but there really is no other word for it.

When you see a pug in the park, you can often see how other dogs top to point and laugh at it.
Poor pug.

And here I thought I was a bit weird.

Turns out other people are downright crazy. I especially like "Spa: Chris Blows Donkey"

Hm, maybe I should apply to work with the Jaguar team?

(thanks to slippery_fish for the link)

*sigh*
It's one of these days again.
I was sitting in class, innocently dreaming of things that have nothing to do with law, and suddenly I found myself pondering the oddness of shoes. And the feet within.
We take a piece of leather, wrap it around out feet and add something vaguely feet shaped and a bit thicker so we can walk on it.
And then we make a big deal about it: show me your shoes and I'll show you your life. All because of a leather wrapping?
I mean look at them, there is nothing special about shoes. If anything, they are rather ridiculous, especially is you think of what's underneath.

Toes.
Ten pink, round, wiggly toes. Sometimes less, sometimes more (there are people who have 12 toes). But they are all wiggly and pinkish and rather silly. It's looks as if someone has cut the foot a few times at the end, to enable us to wear toerings and flip-flop shoes.
It's not as if they serve any other purpose.
And toenails! Toenails are really the strangest thing ever. They remind me of bones coming out of our body, connecting the fragile inside to the outside. Weird things. Mine are a sort of silverish pink, and now that the summer is over, I can probably stop wearing nail polish again. If could I'd walk barefoot all the time.
Though they do look kind of cute.
*wiggles her toes*

Don't get me started on feet, because feet themselves are strange. Many little bones, with a bit of flesh around them in a rather weird shape, and we can walk on them! Isn't is fascinating?
We can walk and jump and bounce and dance and kick with our feet, and at the same time wiggle our ten toes.
Toes are really really weird.

*sigh*
You see, it's one of these days. There I was sitting in class, surrounded by leather-wrapped toes.
I wish I could turn off my brain sometimes. Not that I need ot for class.

Btw, I watched Covenant. And I am going to post about it, despite the things I've said a few days ago. But there' ll be no fandom politics, and since I haven't read anyone's elses posts about the episode, I was totally unbiased when I watched it. So yes, I can't stay away from the review writing, to much fun. Especially with an episode like this.

But first I have to get over that toe thing.

After three years of reading slash fiction featuring all kinds of sexual activities, I can still be surprised.
Pray that this never comes up in fiction.

Since prillalar said that we can post the drabbles wherever we want, I'm posting them here.

( Here's the Daniel/Methos crossover with the moose )

( and here's the Angel/Duncan one I was talking about... )

I admit that that one is a bit surreal, but there are some excellent lines, like I wish my Duncan MacLeod would bite me, in his own slutty way..."

And I did a third one (yes, all my secret x-over wishes are fulfilled *g*), which is absolutely brilliant:
The cake looked hopeful, so he ate it.

( Roughly Tripping: Daniel/Bill Weasley(het!!! - you'll see) )

Inspired by rohandove, I tried to take this test.
The result was not a very slashy one:

Oceana_ in Cardiovascular Flagship
Output Error: If you make everyone the same gender in a romance, just think of how confusing the pronouns would become!


No LJ slash movies for us, I guess...