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  • Apr. 19th, 2011 at 2:31 PM
pepper: My cat, Katana no Kimi, swiping at the camera (Katana)
I just can't help talking about Katana, SHE'S JUST SO CUTE. )


C25K )


Another SG-1 fic I'll never get around to writing: 'Life in the Upper Pleistocene', an elderly Sam and Daniel stranded far back in prehistory, sat on a hill overlooking their village, with the sun burning off the mist of a brand new day, contemplating the evolution of apples. Inspired by this picture and article.

Hello out there.

  • Apr. 7th, 2011 at 12:28 PM
pepper: Sam Carter the astronaut (Sam space)
So, what am I up to, these days? Well. Mostly, work has eaten my brain, but I think I'm beginning to see a way through, or at least... a way to arrange the tunnel lights so I can keep going, I guess?

C25K )

Katana. )


I rewatched Solitudes, the end of Singularity, Point of View, and the end of Learning Curve yesterday, thanks to [personal profile] holdouttrout and her rewatching from the start. I realised that I'd accidentally put together the Sam Cries A Lot, Jack Calls Her 'Sam', They Stand In For Each Other's Spouse, And Then They Rescue A Little Girl viewlist. I think watching all those in succession would give someone a misleading idea about the show. I love Solitudes. See Trout's post for more coherent comments.

I think the characters in my head are veering away from the characters in the show. If I want to write more fic - which I don't have time to do at the moment, anyhow - I need to watch some eps again. It's funnny how that happens, isn't it? Although I guess the ones in my head are closer to how they are in the later seasons, because I've been more aware of them through [ profile] redial_the_gate - but I still feel like I've kind of lost their voices and bodylanguage.


Okay, that's what's in my head right now.

Mar. 31st, 2011

  • 12:39 PM
pepper: My cat, Katana no Kimi, swiping at the camera (Katana)
According to Freekibble Kat (click to donate free kibble to cat shelters, there's also one for dogs), just as no two humans have the same fingerprint, no two cats have the same noseprint. HOW CUTE IS THAT OMG?!

I think I should noseprint Kat, so I can investigate her involvement in the Mysterious Affair Of The Toppled Bin And The Chewed Cat Food Sachets.

In similar news, in the same way that normal people might rub lotion into their legs, I now rub antiseptic cream. Kat, you see, likes to hare around after Mr Spider, her favourite toy. She loves it when I sit in the middle of the floor and make her chase him round and round and round me - but sometimes she takes a shortcut across my legs. And the latest attempt to trim her claws wasn't as successful. Yowch.

Oh well, shorts weather is still a while away.

If she could stop with the ninja attacks on my ankles, too, that would be great.


Week 5, Day 2 of C35K today. I'm supposedly running 20 minutes non-stop this Saturday. *contemplates dubiously* They've not been wrong so far about what I can do, I suppose. I can't believe I'm nearly halfway through this thing. Where does the time go?


I will talk about something other than my cat and C25K again someday, I promise.


Mar. 18th, 2011

  • 1:17 PM
pepper: Jack thinking empty bubbles (Jack bubbles)
Having a quieter day today. Not that I'm not busy, but m'colleagues are away / in meetings for a large part of the day, so I can put on some music and work my way steadily through stuff. It's kind of pleasant.

Yet more wittering about my kitty. )

Done 2/3rds of Week 3 of C25K. Last one tomorrow (schedule got thrown by a late telecon on Weds). I'm enjoying it. Keep picturing this scene from Past The Bleachers, and all those fanfics where Sam goes for a run to shake off her problems, when my legs threaten to fall off.

Rewatch of Avalon pts 1&2 tonight. I'm trying to think of how I'm going to do my own recap (for Babylon). Hm... *eyes The Art Of War*...

p.s. Buy me, [ profile] help_japan.
pepper: Mary Pickford with roses (Mary Pickford with roses)
For the last three days, I've failed at my self-imposed project to blog every day for threeweeks, but life is kicking my ass at the moment. It's in fact particularly hectic today - must get the last few things done so this damn website can be launched - but I need a break.


Talking to [personal profile] rydra_wong yesterday, I was thinking about doing good (or sensible) things for the wrong (or strange) reasons. For instance, arm lifts - okay, I've not tried doing them yet, but I have less issues about lifting weights up in the air, above my face, than I do about doing press-up type exercises to strengthen my arms. At the moment, it's partly due to my right wrist (I have this thing that Doctor Internetz says may be a ganglian cyst, I need to get it looked at, it's not bad but it makes it less than fun trying to support my weight in Downward Dog), but really, I've always hated doing press-up type exercises, so that's just a convenient excuse.

Lifting weight above my head appeals far more to me, and that's not entirely unrelated to reading... Jane Austen? Georgette Heyer? one of those, when I was a teenager, and coming across instances of the Regency belles holding their arms up above their heads before entering the room, so the blood drained from their hands, leaving them pale and smooth. I used to copy the idea. Every now and then, the mood overtakes me again (not all the time; I'm not crazy!), and I stick my arms in the air. Not usually when other people are around, though. And, hey, the technique got me a brief hand modelling gig for SMA, so apparently it works. *g*

Another thing I do for a weird reason is give blood. Yes, yes, it's good to do, people need it, etc... You want to know why I do it? Robin Hood.

I was crazy about Robin Hood when I was younger. I wanted to be in his gang, and maybe to be his Marion, but not one of those girly Marions in a silly dress that got in the way, oh no. I wanted to be an expert with the bow and arrow, and I wanted a sword and a dagger and one of those green and brown outfits, and I wanted to be able to disappear like magic into the trees. Maybe I wanted to be Robin; it kind of depended on whether or not I liked boys that week. But anyway, in one of the most common versions of Robin's death, he's ill and goes to visit his cousin, an Abbess. She's secretly evil and in league with the Sheriff, though, and she persuades Robin that he needs to have some blood let. He falls asleep during the bloodletting, and she leaves him draining, until he's at death's door. Then Little John - who'd found out about the plot, somehow - breaks in, and Robin, dying in his arms, shoots one final arrow out of the window, hitting the Sheriff of Nottingham again. Where it landed, that's where he was buried.

Anyhow, it's very difficult to pretend to be Robin Hood on his deathbed when there are cheery nurses talking to you, trying to make sure you don't fall asleep, pass out, have a fit, etc. Nurses are so pragmatic.

Surely I'm not the only one who does this sort of thing...?

Oct. 7th, 2007

  • 6:15 PM
pepper: Pepperpot (Headdesk)
Oh, for... I swear I filtered that last post correctly. I even checked, because I know what I'm like! LJ is outing my attempts at keeping fit. *g* Not that I mind you lot knowing I've taken up jogging, I just didn't think it was going to be especially interesting to read about. Thank you, [personal profile] aurora_novarum, [profile] shutthef_up, and [personal profile] moonshayde, for the encouragement. Heh.


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