June 6, 2003
Blue Man Group
Is anyone interested in going to the Blue Man Group Complex Tour show August 23rd? I'll be ordering tickets by the end of the weekend (tickets range from 30-50 dollars, I'll probably snag the 50 dollar ones).
Blocked
I'm blocked at the moment. Maybe I can only write when my supervisor (who's currently on vacation) threatens to peer over my shoulder and see that I'm not coding.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Ugh.
This morning I threw on my preferred pair of jeans, and I had a pressing feeling of discomfort.
Anyone want to join the rock climbing gym again?
Anyone want to join the rock climbing gym again?
June 5, 2003
Other aromatic herbs
If I've been relatively silent for the past couple of days, it's because I've had numerous things to do--the APA City Cup is coming up, and since I'm captain of the team, I've been trying to get things put together so we go into our match on Saturday prepared.
On top of that, I've been writing some things for fun (a couple of Buffy crossovers and stuff like that). It's not really anything substantial, but it feels good to get back into writing.
Work has got me continuing to code the e-mail client (gee, let's reinvent the wheel again). Of course, developing this from scratch is rather better than grabbing something just for Windows CE, especially if we want to migrate our client to a more robust platform like Windows 2000 (eyugh) laptops or hopefully, a Linux handheld product.
The nice thing is that we've finally released the previous revision of our code, so I can finally start integrating the changes that I've been making over the past two months, and start testing. We need to implement CVS here.
Over the course of this week, I've purchased Hero (see icon), The Animatrix, Castle in the Sky, a bunch of comic books, and five TokyoPop Manga releases, including Love Hina 11, Cowboy Bebop, Kare Kano, and Battle Royale. The last three manga are just to see if I like them (plus Waldenbooks was having a 'buy 4 books, get the 5th free' sale).
If you liked Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I'd strongly urge you to look for a copy of Hero.
I spend too much money. It's a good thing I took a couple of Poker tournaments two weekends ago...
On top of that, I've been writing some things for fun (a couple of Buffy crossovers and stuff like that). It's not really anything substantial, but it feels good to get back into writing.
Work has got me continuing to code the e-mail client (gee, let's reinvent the wheel again). Of course, developing this from scratch is rather better than grabbing something just for Windows CE, especially if we want to migrate our client to a more robust platform like Windows 2000 (eyugh) laptops or hopefully, a Linux handheld product.
The nice thing is that we've finally released the previous revision of our code, so I can finally start integrating the changes that I've been making over the past two months, and start testing. We need to implement CVS here.
Over the course of this week, I've purchased Hero (see icon), The Animatrix, Castle in the Sky, a bunch of comic books, and five TokyoPop Manga releases, including Love Hina 11, Cowboy Bebop, Kare Kano, and Battle Royale. The last three manga are just to see if I like them (plus Waldenbooks was having a 'buy 4 books, get the 5th free' sale).
If you liked Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I'd strongly urge you to look for a copy of Hero.
I spend too much money. It's a good thing I took a couple of Poker tournaments two weekends ago...
June 4, 2003
You know, working with someone who used to work for the NSA is pretty entertaining.
Lifted from,
1.You're a character in a work of great literature not originally published in English. Which work and who are you?
Li Mu Bai, the man who cannot pursue the object of his affections because of his loyalty to his comrade from Wang Du Lu's Crane - Iron Pentalogy (which includes Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
2. The orchestra is building to the crescendo of the Ode to Joy. Who and where are you?
I'm myself, in my car, singing along.
3. Someone just died. How are you involved?
I'm not. I'm getting informed of it second-hand.
4. Two people are having an argument. Why is it your fault?
Because I haven't told the truth.
5. You're cooking a meal in a kitchen that is not your own. What are you making?
This is never going to happen in the near future.
6. You're standing quietly with your eyes closed. How many other people are standing around you and who are they?
Zero. I'm standing under the shower with the water turned too hot.
Lifted from
1.You're a character in a work of great literature not originally published in English. Which work and who are you?
Li Mu Bai, the man who cannot pursue the object of his affections because of his loyalty to his comrade from Wang Du Lu's Crane - Iron Pentalogy (which includes Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
2. The orchestra is building to the crescendo of the Ode to Joy. Who and where are you?
I'm myself, in my car, singing along.
3. Someone just died. How are you involved?
I'm not. I'm getting informed of it second-hand.
4. Two people are having an argument. Why is it your fault?
Because I haven't told the truth.
5. You're cooking a meal in a kitchen that is not your own. What are you making?
This is never going to happen in the near future.
6. You're standing quietly with your eyes closed. How many other people are standing around you and who are they?
Zero. I'm standing under the shower with the water turned too hot.
You know, working with someone who used to work for the NSA is pretty entertaining.
Lifted from,
1.You're a character in a work of great literature not originally published in English. Which work and who are you?
Li Mu Bai, the man who cannot pursue the object of his affections because of his loyalty to his comrade from Wang Du Lu's Crane - Iron Pentalogy (which includes Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
2. The orchestra is building to the crescendo of the Ode to Joy. Who and where are you?
I'm myself, in my car, singing along.
3. Someone just died. How are you involved?
I'm not. I'm getting informed of it second-hand.
4. Two people are having an argument. Why is it your fault?
Because I haven't told the truth.
5. You're cooking a meal in a kitchen that is not your own. What are you making?
This is never going to happen in the near future.
6. You're standing quietly with your eyes closed. How many other people are standing around you and who are they?
Zero. I'm standing under the shower with the water turned too hot.
Lifted from
1.You're a character in a work of great literature not originally published in English. Which work and who are you?
Li Mu Bai, the man who cannot pursue the object of his affections because of his loyalty to his comrade from Wang Du Lu's Crane - Iron Pentalogy (which includes Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon).
2. The orchestra is building to the crescendo of the Ode to Joy. Who and where are you?
I'm myself, in my car, singing along.
3. Someone just died. How are you involved?
I'm not. I'm getting informed of it second-hand.
4. Two people are having an argument. Why is it your fault?
Because I haven't told the truth.
5. You're cooking a meal in a kitchen that is not your own. What are you making?
This is never going to happen in the near future.
6. You're standing quietly with your eyes closed. How many other people are standing around you and who are they?
Zero. I'm standing under the shower with the water turned too hot.
May 31, 2003
May 30, 2003
Zig-a-zig-ah
This turned out entirely differently than what I had intended to write, but I like it nonetheless...
For,
In the moments after the bus stops, they trade quips and wisecracks to one another, seeing how far they can go to make each other laugh.
It's become something of a ritual to them now.
It helps them loosen the tension of just having been in an apocalyptic battle for the world. It helps them cool down from the fighting and the running. Mostly, it helps them not burst into tears or soil their underwear.
Xander tries his best for something witty, playing off of Dawn, but his lines mostly fall flat, and he knows it. He usually obliterates everyone's apprehension with some self-effacing joke, but something's wrong this time.
Even in her exhaustion, Willow sees, and though she looks towards the bus, scanning its windows and the line of people streaming out, she somehow knows that she won't find one person coming out.
By now, Xander is trying desperately to hold himself back, and he wonders how exactly weeping works when one of your eyes is gone. In the warming blurriness of his periphery, he sees the pale red of her hair approach, and she wraps his hand within hers. Willow notices, for a moment, that she has quieted a taut shaking which has gone unnoticed by everyone else.
He can feel the cool wetness of a tear flow down his cheek, but, his hand clasped in hers, he makes no move to wipe it away.
For
Aftershock
In the moments after the bus stops, they trade quips and wisecracks to one another, seeing how far they can go to make each other laugh.
It's become something of a ritual to them now.
It helps them loosen the tension of just having been in an apocalyptic battle for the world. It helps them cool down from the fighting and the running. Mostly, it helps them not burst into tears or soil their underwear.
Xander tries his best for something witty, playing off of Dawn, but his lines mostly fall flat, and he knows it. He usually obliterates everyone's apprehension with some self-effacing joke, but something's wrong this time.
Even in her exhaustion, Willow sees, and though she looks towards the bus, scanning its windows and the line of people streaming out, she somehow knows that she won't find one person coming out.
By now, Xander is trying desperately to hold himself back, and he wonders how exactly weeping works when one of your eyes is gone. In the warming blurriness of his periphery, he sees the pale red of her hair approach, and she wraps his hand within hers. Willow notices, for a moment, that she has quieted a taut shaking which has gone unnoticed by everyone else.
He can feel the cool wetness of a tear flow down his cheek, but, his hand clasped in hers, he makes no move to wipe it away.
Zig-a-zig-ah
This turned out entirely differently than what I had intended to write, but I like it nonetheless...
For,
In the moments after the bus stops, they trade quips and wisecracks to one another, seeing how far they can go to make each other laugh.
It's become something of a ritual to them now.
It helps them loosen the tension of just having been in an apocalyptic battle for the world. It helps them cool down from the fighting and the running. Mostly, it helps them not burst into tears or soil their underwear.
Xander tries his best for something witty, playing off of Dawn, but his lines mostly fall flat, and he knows it. He usually obliterates everyone's apprehension with some self-effacing joke, but something's wrong this time.
Even in her exhaustion, Willow sees, and though she looks towards the bus, scanning its windows and the line of people streaming out, she somehow knows that she won't find one person coming out.
By now, Xander is trying desperately to hold himself back, and he wonders how exactly weeping works when one of your eyes is gone. In the warming blurriness of his periphery, he sees the pale red of her hair approach, and she wraps his hand within hers. Willow notices, for a moment, that she has quieted a taut shaking which has gone unnoticed by everyone else.
He can feel the cool wetness of a tear flow down his cheek, but, his hand clasped in hers, he makes no move to wipe it away.
For
Aftershock
In the moments after the bus stops, they trade quips and wisecracks to one another, seeing how far they can go to make each other laugh.
It's become something of a ritual to them now.
It helps them loosen the tension of just having been in an apocalyptic battle for the world. It helps them cool down from the fighting and the running. Mostly, it helps them not burst into tears or soil their underwear.
Xander tries his best for something witty, playing off of Dawn, but his lines mostly fall flat, and he knows it. He usually obliterates everyone's apprehension with some self-effacing joke, but something's wrong this time.
Even in her exhaustion, Willow sees, and though she looks towards the bus, scanning its windows and the line of people streaming out, she somehow knows that she won't find one person coming out.
By now, Xander is trying desperately to hold himself back, and he wonders how exactly weeping works when one of your eyes is gone. In the warming blurriness of his periphery, he sees the pale red of her hair approach, and she wraps his hand within hers. Willow notices, for a moment, that she has quieted a taut shaking which has gone unnoticed by everyone else.
He can feel the cool wetness of a tear flow down his cheek, but, his hand clasped in hers, he makes no move to wipe it away.
So this is why I'm single...
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Apparently I need more friends, too... :)
So this is why I'm single...
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Apparently I need more friends, too... :)
A Buffy Casting Quiz
I threw this together while I was mulling over the odd connections between cast members in Buffy and Angel. I'm going to name characters from Buffy and/or Angel. Name the movie/tv project in which the actors who played the listed characters shared roles. They don't necessarily have to be on-screen together, and in the television series case, they don't necessarily have to be in the same episode.
Bonus question: Buffy and Whistler shared a scene in a seminal teen comedy from the 80s. Can you name the movie (or for extra points, recite the most famous line from the scene...)?
I'll wait for someone to get everything right, or post the answers on Monday.
Edit: Well, got everything right, not nearly an hour after I posted it, but I've screened her answers so some other people can have some fun. I'll unscreen everything at 6:00 PM (Eastern) or so.
- Spike, Whistler
- Tara, Faith, Maggie Walsh
- Ford, Darla
- Jesse, Gavin Park
- Parker, Darla
- Luke, Natalie French
- Faith, Glory
- Willow, Oz
- The Master, Chao-Ahn
- Whistler, Holland Manners
Bonus question: Buffy and Whistler shared a scene in a seminal teen comedy from the 80s. Can you name the movie (or for extra points, recite the most famous line from the scene...)?
I'll wait for someone to get everything right, or post the answers on Monday.
Edit: Well,
A Buffy Casting Quiz
I threw this together while I was mulling over the odd connections between cast members in Buffy and Angel. I'm going to name characters from Buffy and/or Angel. Name the movie/tv project in which the actors who played the listed characters shared roles. They don't necessarily have to be on-screen together, and in the television series case, they don't necessarily have to be in the same episode.
Bonus question: Buffy and Whistler shared a scene in a seminal teen comedy from the 80s. Can you name the movie (or for extra points, recite the most famous line from the scene...)?
I'll wait for someone to get everything right, or post the answers on Monday.
Edit: Well, got everything right, not nearly an hour after I posted it, but I've screened her answers so some other people can have some fun. I'll unscreen everything at 6:00 PM (Eastern) or so.
- Spike, Whistler
- Tara, Faith, Maggie Walsh
- Ford, Darla
- Jesse, Gavin Park
- Parker, Darla
- Luke, Natalie French
- Faith, Glory
- Willow, Oz
- The Master, Chao-Ahn
- Whistler, Holland Manners
Bonus question: Buffy and Whistler shared a scene in a seminal teen comedy from the 80s. Can you name the movie (or for extra points, recite the most famous line from the scene...)?
I'll wait for someone to get everything right, or post the answers on Monday.
Edit: Well,
May 28, 2003
Pool and a book thing...
Played pool against the new Sidelines team last night. Ollie played it straight for the first time ever, and I eked out a win against their captain, Corey. He had taken the first four games in a five-three race, but his teammate was talking on the phone and said during the fifth game "and Corey's about to win his match..." Corey groaned, and I hooted. Weauxf Gawds, you rock. I managed to win the next three games with a combination of hooks, forced banks and kicks, and blocked pockets. Ollie really helped out with the timeouts. I couldn't make a shot all night, but I ended up playing some really awful defense shots against him, as well as getting quite lucky on some leaves after a few missed shots. He finally tried a jump shot after I hooked him on the eight ball, and the eight knocked the cue into a pocket. Whew!
Lifted from...
Lifted from
- What's your favorite book of all time? Why? Top ten favorites?
Of all time?? I can't really pick one. I haven't really read a lot of books (at least nothing I would call great), but from my current library, I couldn't really point to one single book and say it's my favorite. The wide variety of subjects and genres in my top ten list doesn't really help...
Top ten (in no particular order):
The Biggest Game in Town A. Alvarez
Into Thin Air Jon Krakauer
Endurance Alfred Lansing
Stardust Neil Gaiman
The Prince of Tides Pat Conroy
A Prayer for Owen Meany John Irving
Hackers Steven Levy
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban J.K. Rowling
Amped: Notes from a Go-Nowhere Punk Band Jon Resh
Crime and Punishment Fyodor Dostoevsky
And this is setting aside any comic books/graphic novels that I care for... - Is there any author who's been so consistently wonderful that you've devoured all of his or her work and actually enjoyed *all or most* of it?
Neil Gaiman is the obvious choice, but John Irving as well. A. Alvarez and Jon Krakauer both have smaller bodies of work which I relish reading. - What book do you most often recommend to other people?
Both The Biggest Game in Town, because I mostly associate with lowlifes and gamblers and Amped: Notes from a Go-Nowhere Punk Band, because it's an absolutely hilarious look at some of the antics of some of my Florida colleagues. - What book should be turned into a movie? Should they even *do* that? Does it kill the book?
The Biggest Game in Town or Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich. Both books have great Mamet-esque characters (based on real-life people), and enough of the seedy Las Vegas gambling world to make things interesting.
In general, I tend not to like movie adaptations (Sorcerer's Stone did nothing for me), but there are occasional gems which come out. I quite liked the movie adaptation of The Cider House Rules; but Simon Birch was just a bastardization, and Streisand completely ruined The Prince of Tides (way to excise the entire Luke Wingo subplot, Babs). - What's your favorite biography? Am I the only one who likes those?
I haven't really read any biographies, but I'm hoping Amarillo Slim in a World Full of Fat People (by Amarillo Slim Preston) will be a good read about the former World Series of Poker Champ.
Pool and a book thing...
Played pool against the new Sidelines team last night. Ollie played it straight for the first time ever, and I eked out a win against their captain, Corey. He had taken the first four games in a five-three race, but his teammate was talking on the phone and said during the fifth game "and Corey's about to win his match..." Corey groaned, and I hooted. Weauxf Gawds, you rock. I managed to win the next three games with a combination of hooks, forced banks and kicks, and blocked pockets. Ollie really helped out with the timeouts. I couldn't make a shot all night, but I ended up playing some really awful defense shots against him, as well as getting quite lucky on some leaves after a few missed shots. He finally tried a jump shot after I hooked him on the eight ball, and the eight knocked the cue into a pocket. Whew!
Lifted from...
Lifted from
- What's your favorite book of all time? Why? Top ten favorites?
Of all time?? I can't really pick one. I haven't really read a lot of books (at least nothing I would call great), but from my current library, I couldn't really point to one single book and say it's my favorite. The wide variety of subjects and genres in my top ten list doesn't really help...
Top ten (in no particular order):
The Biggest Game in Town A. Alvarez
Into Thin Air Jon Krakauer
Endurance Alfred Lansing
Stardust Neil Gaiman
The Prince of Tides Pat Conroy
A Prayer for Owen Meany John Irving
Hackers Steven Levy
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban J.K. Rowling
Amped: Notes from a Go-Nowhere Punk Band Jon Resh
Crime and Punishment Fyodor Dostoevsky
And this is setting aside any comic books/graphic novels that I care for... - Is there any author who's been so consistently wonderful that you've devoured all of his or her work and actually enjoyed *all or most* of it?
Neil Gaiman is the obvious choice, but John Irving as well. A. Alvarez and Jon Krakauer both have smaller bodies of work which I relish reading. - What book do you most often recommend to other people?
Both The Biggest Game in Town, because I mostly associate with lowlifes and gamblers and Amped: Notes from a Go-Nowhere Punk Band, because it's an absolutely hilarious look at some of the antics of some of my Florida colleagues. - What book should be turned into a movie? Should they even *do* that? Does it kill the book?
The Biggest Game in Town or Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich. Both books have great Mamet-esque characters (based on real-life people), and enough of the seedy Las Vegas gambling world to make things interesting.
In general, I tend not to like movie adaptations (Sorcerer's Stone did nothing for me), but there are occasional gems which come out. I quite liked the movie adaptation of The Cider House Rules; but Simon Birch was just a bastardization, and Streisand completely ruined The Prince of Tides (way to excise the entire Luke Wingo subplot, Babs). - What's your favorite biography? Am I the only one who likes those?
I haven't really read any biographies, but I'm hoping Amarillo Slim in a World Full of Fat People (by Amarillo Slim Preston) will be a good read about the former World Series of Poker Champ.
May 27, 2003
May 26, 2003
Spades
Tonight, I discovered that I am an extremely sore loser when it comes to games where my ultimate performance depends on someone else.
It's a wonder that I'm not even more bitter than I already am.
It's a wonder that I'm not even more bitter than I already am.
Spades
Tonight, I discovered that I am an extremely sore loser when it comes to games where my ultimate performance depends on someone else.
It's a wonder that I'm not even more bitter than I already am.
It's a wonder that I'm not even more bitter than I already am.
Notes from the weekend...
- Amy and Runa, in the process of playing four poker tournaments have had a meteoric rise in their Texas Hold'em playing ability.
- If you're going to hold a tournament with over T$6000, make sure you start the blinds out significantly higher than with a tournament with T$250 in chips.
- Playing tournaments is a great way of learning what to play and what not to play.
- Smokers get very, very irritable when they're not allowed to smoke, especially at the card table.
- When you're playing heads-up, anything can happen. Don't be too wary to push all in on a less-than nut hand; otherwise, you'll just end up losing your blinds.
- If you're chip leader, bullying raises will get you a lot of blinds.
In other news, we gave
He had no clue what was going on with it, and his confusion was even more exquisite because Tony got him a Garth Brooks CD to add to the mystery. When he finally found the CF card, though, he held it up between two fingers and looked at us all, and exclaimed, "Sweet..."
Notes from the weekend...
- Amy and Runa, in the process of playing four poker tournaments have had a meteoric rise in their Texas Hold'em playing ability.
- If you're going to hold a tournament with over T$6000, make sure you start the blinds out significantly higher than with a tournament with T$250 in chips.
- Playing tournaments is a great way of learning what to play and what not to play.
- Smokers get very, very irritable when they're not allowed to smoke, especially at the card table.
- When you're playing heads-up, anything can happen. Don't be too wary to push all in on a less-than nut hand; otherwise, you'll just end up losing your blinds.
- If you're chip leader, bullying raises will get you a lot of blinds.
In other news, we gave
He had no clue what was going on with it, and his confusion was even more exquisite because Tony got him a Garth Brooks CD to add to the mystery. When he finally found the CF card, though, he held it up between two fingers and looked at us all, and exclaimed, "Sweet..."
May 23, 2003
I just freaked myself out.
I was listening to music and suddenly got in a mood to make an icon just now--Looking up and down my playlist, I saw Lyle Lovett's "If I Had a Boat," which is a really great song. So I decide to make an icon with the line "and if I had a pony, I'd ride him on my boat." Except I can't really find a good picture to go with that image from my usual fandoms. Buffy never really rides a horse. Until I hit upon the perfect subject.
The Ring, with the whole horse-on-the-ferry, creepy-blood-psycho thing.
And then I get a total wiggins. ::shudder::
I think I'll leave that icon for someone else...
The Ring, with the whole horse-on-the-ferry, creepy-blood-psycho thing.
And then I get a total wiggins. ::shudder::
I think I'll leave that icon for someone else...
I just freaked myself out.
I was listening to music and suddenly got in a mood to make an icon just now--Looking up and down my playlist, I saw Lyle Lovett's "If I Had a Boat," which is a really great song. So I decide to make an icon with the line "and if I had a pony, I'd ride him on my boat." Except I can't really find a good picture to go with that image from my usual fandoms. Buffy never really rides a horse. Until I hit upon the perfect subject.
The Ring, with the whole horse-on-the-ferry, creepy-blood-psycho thing.
And then I get a total wiggins. ::shudder::
I think I'll leave that icon for someone else...
The Ring, with the whole horse-on-the-ferry, creepy-blood-psycho thing.
And then I get a total wiggins. ::shudder::
I think I'll leave that icon for someone else...
May 22, 2003
Buffy thingy...
- Name your favorite character ever. Yes. You can only pick one. Maybe two: Xander. Duh.
- Give one line you love: Well, shit...
Xander's "Do you know what's a good day to break up with somebody? Any day BUT Valentine's Day! I mean, what, were you running low on dramatic irony?" has a particular resonance for me, considering an ex broke up with me on Valentine's; which leads to Spike's "I may be Love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it," but I just can't get past the pure, unadulterated snark of Giles' "If you want to criticize my methods, fine. But you can keep your snide remarks to yourself. And while you're at it, don't criticize my methods." - Favorite three episodes. Maybe five: "When She Was Bad," "Becoming II," "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
- Favorite villain: Angelus.
- Favorite song used in a scene: "Sugar Water" by Cibo Matto during the Buffy-Xander Nasty Dance in "When She Was Bad."
- Favorite season: Season 2, the zenith of Buffy writing.
- Scariest episode: "Hush" (or I could say "Beer Bad" for the utter fear it awakened in me that my favorite television show was dying...)
- Best kiss/sex scene/romantic whatever... it can be tame or not: Either the clothes fluke or t-shirt-clad Willow trying to seduce Xander from his bed in "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
- Favorite relationship (of any kind): Xander/Willow (big shock, huh?).
- Set/location you'll miss the most: The High School Library.
Buffy thingy...
- Name your favorite character ever. Yes. You can only pick one. Maybe two: Xander. Duh.
- Give one line you love: Well, shit...
Xander's "Do you know what's a good day to break up with somebody? Any day BUT Valentine's Day! I mean, what, were you running low on dramatic irony?" has a particular resonance for me, considering an ex broke up with me on Valentine's; which leads to Spike's "I may be Love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it," but I just can't get past the pure, unadulterated snark of Giles' "If you want to criticize my methods, fine. But you can keep your snide remarks to yourself. And while you're at it, don't criticize my methods." - Favorite three episodes. Maybe five: "When She Was Bad," "Becoming II," "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
- Favorite villain: Angelus.
- Favorite song used in a scene: "Sugar Water" by Cibo Matto during the Buffy-Xander Nasty Dance in "When She Was Bad."
- Favorite season: Season 2, the zenith of Buffy writing.
- Scariest episode: "Hush" (or I could say "Beer Bad" for the utter fear it awakened in me that my favorite television show was dying...)
- Best kiss/sex scene/romantic whatever... it can be tame or not: Either the clothes fluke or t-shirt-clad Willow trying to seduce Xander from his bed in "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
- Favorite relationship (of any kind): Xander/Willow (big shock, huh?).
- Set/location you'll miss the most: The High School Library.
May 21, 2003
Script for "Chosen"
I'm not sure of the validity of it, but I just skimmed a script for "Chosen" linked to off of Usenet. If this is, indeed, an earlier draft of the episode, I think it sits thematically better than what was presented. Of course, major spoilers for the episode, and a slightly more catatonia-inspiring ending (this means you, ...)
Part the first * Part the second
Part the first * Part the second
Script for "Chosen"
I'm not sure of the validity of it, but I just skimmed a script for "Chosen" linked to off of Usenet. If this is, indeed, an earlier draft of the episode, I think it sits thematically better than what was presented. Of course, major spoilers for the episode, and a slightly more catatonia-inspiring ending (this means you, ...)
Part the first * Part the second
Part the first * Part the second
May 19, 2003
A little bit of writing...
Yes. I wrote fanfic. This was for . I've since revised what I placed there--this is the result.
Title: Still untitled...
Summary: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Timeline: Second Age, sometime. Prior to the forging of the One Ring.
He found her at her mirror.
He watched her as her seemingly empty stare fixed on the near-overflowing pool of water--he made no motion to interrupt her, fearing to break her concentration.
"Celebrimbor," she called out to him.
"Lady, it is finished," he replied as he hurried forward. The cloth bundle he carried was slightly longer than his arm, and he unwrapped it as he proffered it to her. Inside, an axe head glinted silver in the moonlight.
"The blade is without compare, shaped from the Mithril of Hadhodrond by the hand of Narvi--and just as you asked, my handle--" He turned the axe and traced a finger down the studded handle to where it joined to wood--a solid section that tapered to a point.
"Splendid," she replied, and took the weapon from him.
From all around, a throng of women--human women--crept from the shadows of the forest. She gave them the axe, and they retreated to a clearing close by.
Celebrimbor watched as each woman, softly muttering, reached her hand beneath her own underclothes and brought it out, smeared with blood. Together, they touched the blade and handle, painting the weapon red.
"Lady?" he asked, incredulous. "We are at peace. What man requires such an enchanted weapon?"
"No," she countered. "No man." The Lady gestured to the mirror.
In the rippled images, Celebrimbor spied a peasant girl striking at a giant bat; a shield-maiden, sword in hand, her flesh melting as she grappled with a balrog. Girls, countless faces--some in braids, some dressed as men--all fighting the unknown and unspeakable.
And a young, fair-haired girl, bloodied and bruised, standing strong in strange clothing, ready for battle against an array of beasts.
"It is for her alone."
Notes: My first real foray into fanfic. In Tolkien lore, Celebrimbor forged the Three Elven Rings, he and Narvi created the Durin's Door ("Speak 'friend'..."), and Hadhodrond is the Elven name for Moria. I think from now on, I'm going to call what everyone's mislabelling "The Scythe," the "mmglih."
Title: Still untitled...
Summary: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Timeline: Second Age, sometime. Prior to the forging of the One Ring.
He found her at her mirror.
He watched her as her seemingly empty stare fixed on the near-overflowing pool of water--he made no motion to interrupt her, fearing to break her concentration.
"Celebrimbor," she called out to him.
"Lady, it is finished," he replied as he hurried forward. The cloth bundle he carried was slightly longer than his arm, and he unwrapped it as he proffered it to her. Inside, an axe head glinted silver in the moonlight.
"The blade is without compare, shaped from the Mithril of Hadhodrond by the hand of Narvi--and just as you asked, my handle--" He turned the axe and traced a finger down the studded handle to where it joined to wood--a solid section that tapered to a point.
"Splendid," she replied, and took the weapon from him.
From all around, a throng of women--human women--crept from the shadows of the forest. She gave them the axe, and they retreated to a clearing close by.
Celebrimbor watched as each woman, softly muttering, reached her hand beneath her own underclothes and brought it out, smeared with blood. Together, they touched the blade and handle, painting the weapon red.
"Lady?" he asked, incredulous. "We are at peace. What man requires such an enchanted weapon?"
"No," she countered. "No man." The Lady gestured to the mirror.
In the rippled images, Celebrimbor spied a peasant girl striking at a giant bat; a shield-maiden, sword in hand, her flesh melting as she grappled with a balrog. Girls, countless faces--some in braids, some dressed as men--all fighting the unknown and unspeakable.
And a young, fair-haired girl, bloodied and bruised, standing strong in strange clothing, ready for battle against an array of beasts.
"It is for her alone."
Notes: My first real foray into fanfic. In Tolkien lore, Celebrimbor forged the Three Elven Rings, he and Narvi created the Durin's Door ("Speak 'friend'..."), and Hadhodrond is the Elven name for Moria. I think from now on, I'm going to call what everyone's mislabelling "The Scythe," the "mmglih."
A little bit of writing...
Yes. I wrote fanfic. This was for . I've since revised what I placed there--this is the result.
Title: Still untitled...
Summary: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Timeline: Second Age, sometime. Prior to the forging of the One Ring.
He found her at her mirror.
He watched her as her seemingly empty stare fixed on the near-overflowing pool of water--he made no motion to interrupt her, fearing to break her concentration.
"Celebrimbor," she called out to him.
"Lady, it is finished," he replied as he hurried forward. The cloth bundle he carried was slightly longer than his arm, and he unwrapped it as he proffered it to her. Inside, an axe head glinted silver in the moonlight.
"The blade is without compare, shaped from the Mithril of Hadhodrond by the hand of Narvi--and just as you asked, my handle--" He turned the axe and traced a finger down the studded handle to where it joined to wood--a solid section that tapered to a point.
"Splendid," she replied, and took the weapon from him.
From all around, a throng of women--human women--crept from the shadows of the forest. She gave them the axe, and they retreated to a clearing close by.
Celebrimbor watched as each woman, softly muttering, reached her hand beneath her own underclothes and brought it out, smeared with blood. Together, they touched the blade and handle, painting the weapon red.
"Lady?" he asked, incredulous. "We are at peace. What man requires such an enchanted weapon?"
"No," she countered. "No man." The Lady gestured to the mirror.
In the rippled images, Celebrimbor spied a peasant girl striking at a giant bat; a shield-maiden, sword in hand, her flesh melting as she grappled with a balrog. Girls, countless faces--some in braids, some dressed as men--all fighting the unknown and unspeakable.
And a young, fair-haired girl, bloodied and bruised, standing strong in strange clothing, ready for battle against an array of beasts.
"It is for her alone."
Notes: My first real foray into fanfic. In Tolkien lore, Celebrimbor forged the Three Elven Rings, he and Narvi created the Durin's Door ("Speak 'friend'..."), and Hadhodrond is the Elven name for Moria. I think from now on, I'm going to call what everyone's mislabelling "The Scythe," the "mmglih."
Title: Still untitled...
Summary: Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Timeline: Second Age, sometime. Prior to the forging of the One Ring.
He found her at her mirror.
He watched her as her seemingly empty stare fixed on the near-overflowing pool of water--he made no motion to interrupt her, fearing to break her concentration.
"Celebrimbor," she called out to him.
"Lady, it is finished," he replied as he hurried forward. The cloth bundle he carried was slightly longer than his arm, and he unwrapped it as he proffered it to her. Inside, an axe head glinted silver in the moonlight.
"The blade is without compare, shaped from the Mithril of Hadhodrond by the hand of Narvi--and just as you asked, my handle--" He turned the axe and traced a finger down the studded handle to where it joined to wood--a solid section that tapered to a point.
"Splendid," she replied, and took the weapon from him.
From all around, a throng of women--human women--crept from the shadows of the forest. She gave them the axe, and they retreated to a clearing close by.
Celebrimbor watched as each woman, softly muttering, reached her hand beneath her own underclothes and brought it out, smeared with blood. Together, they touched the blade and handle, painting the weapon red.
"Lady?" he asked, incredulous. "We are at peace. What man requires such an enchanted weapon?"
"No," she countered. "No man." The Lady gestured to the mirror.
In the rippled images, Celebrimbor spied a peasant girl striking at a giant bat; a shield-maiden, sword in hand, her flesh melting as she grappled with a balrog. Girls, countless faces--some in braids, some dressed as men--all fighting the unknown and unspeakable.
And a young, fair-haired girl, bloodied and bruised, standing strong in strange clothing, ready for battle against an array of beasts.
"It is for her alone."
Notes: My first real foray into fanfic. In Tolkien lore, Celebrimbor forged the Three Elven Rings, he and Narvi created the Durin's Door ("Speak 'friend'..."), and Hadhodrond is the Elven name for Moria. I think from now on, I'm going to call what everyone's mislabelling "The Scythe," the "mmglih."
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