Chasing chimeras

This year has been all about Nature (it deserves the capital letter at this point) going crazy on Christchurch so I suppose we shouldn't have been surprised when we got more snow than we've in the six years since I moved her. (Snow in Christchurch is pretty rare. Every winter the mountains all around us are always dusted in it, but I've only gotten snow twice before down in the front yard and all that jazz.

Anyway, the snow of late July cleared up but now it's started again and the weather officials are having meteorological orgasms over much snow we're going to get. Already it's much thicker on our porch than last time and it's pressed up against the door. Excitement!

Lara, who should be jaded to snow since she comes from freaking Montana has twice been the first one outside dancing around in it while Alison and I decide to enjoy it from the warmth of the living room.

( Have some photos from the last snow time! )

Last night The LFoD celebrated our three-way birthday party since we're all pretty close together for those. It was magically dinosaur themed and people even got nametags of awesome named yet somehow real dinosaurs, like Camelotia, Megacervixosaurus, Piratosaurus, Irritator, Mojoceratops, Pantydraco, Ultrasaurus, Smilodon, Minotaurasaurus, Kittysaurus, Technosaurus, and Discosaurus. All glorious, all the time!

Lucky for those not living in the house the party was being held in, the snow did not start in the wee hours of the night and thus trap everyone at the flat where they would be forced to sit around watching sci-fi. Like any of them would complain. I spent more time talking about Star Trek last night than anything else and I managed to score someone's media for myself. (Star Trek TOS and Enterprise - SHUT UP, I LIKE IT- Game of Thrones, Caprica, and the final season of BSG as we don't yet have it on DVD. WATCH ALL OF THE THINGS.)

My jelly castle last night was the best thing you've ever seen and never tasted. You'll just have to believe me if you weren't there. Vodka jelly castle is officially the thing I will now supply for social gatherings.

Checked outside. Yep. Still snowing.

Oh my god, you guys.

Okay, so I look up from the computer to see some guy out at the front deck looking at me, so I get up (in my pjs, baby) to go see what he wants. He's probably in his mid-forties and has a thick accent that my Aussieness can only pick out as Pacific Islander of some sort but means I keep missing some of the things he says. I will henceforth blame my failure to understand his accent as the root of our troubles.

The man basically says, 'Uh, hi, I'm trying to find number six on this street but there isn't one?'

And I have to admit that so far he is very correct. There is no number six on this street. Then he says he's in the area spreading the word about how Jesus Christ is our awesome saviour and that he's coming back soon. I nodded along politely and bitched in my head about how I don't go around to people's houses preaching the awesomeness of atheism and science. (I don't bitch out loud though, because that would be rude, unlike coming to my house to tell me things I already know.)

Finally after a bit he asks if he can interest me in going somewhere tomorrow and I'm thinking 'fuck NO I don't want to go to your church, just let me go back to reading Regretsy, man.' Instead of this I just say 'no, thank you, I'm not really interested.'

Lara would have just gone back inside here. Lara is good at saying no to people and walking away.

I am not.

Thus this carried on for a bit more and I talked about how I had been religious but had moved away from that, and he asked if I was alone today or if my husband or kids were inside. I told him that, no, I didn't have a husband and kids and laughed because, dear lord, the sheer idea is hilarious to me even when coming from a stranger I've never met.

He asks me a few more times to go to his church. I continue politely declining. Then he asks if maybe I'd like to go out to a restaurant with him instead. (DAMN ME FOR SAYING I DIDN'T HAVE A HUSBAND.) I told him that, sorry, no, I wasn't really interested.

Then he kept asking if I was sure.

DUDE. If someone says no the first time to a date, pestering isn't the way to win them over.

Eventually he asks why I won't go on a date with him and I say that I have a girlfriend. (Because, apparently, I'm not interested just wasn't working.)

To which he said aww, but I needed a boyfriend as well.

By this point I'm sort of thinking HOLY CRAP, CAN I JUST GET OUT OF HERE? Seriously, Lara would be out of here. Why am I not, likewise, out of here? Damn this misplaced sense of politeness!

I tell him that, no, I don't need a boyfriend because I have a girlfriend.

But the guy keeps smiling and saying that a girlfriend isn't enough and I can't really be happy with that and that I need a boyfriend instead. ON AND ON.

SWEET BABY JESUS, HOW DO I MAKE THIS STOP? (The answer would probably be to stop smiling like a rabbit in the headlights of dating doorknockers.)

He goes to say something else and I just cut him off with a big smile and 'I'm so sorry that I can't help you find number six, but good luck!' Then I take a few steps back to say THIS CONVERSATION IS NOW COMPLETE.

Luckily for me he takes that sign and while he does seem like he wants to tell me I need a boyfriend for the twelfth time and ask me to go to dinner with him, he doesn't and I smile and make my way back inside as he disappears off down the driveway.

This whole conversation was probably about six minutes long and not actually the half hour it felt like.

Damn the allure of these flannel pants! I just don't know my own power in them!

So on Saturday we had the first party here at the LFoD in ages and despite all my worrying that it would all go terribly, it was amazing. Definitely among the very best we've hosted and certainly the most full. Never have their been so many people in the flat! Most of my real life friends have dropped their livejournals/never had any but for the few that do still reside here in the less evil place, thank you for coming!

We bought a lot of booze and I made the most epic vodka jelly castle which I sadly have no photos of but trust me, it was well received by all. Helios and Echo even liked all the people, because they are tiny snuggly kitten sluts.

Now we're just trying to work out the date for Ali and my birthday drinkies, which will be either the first weekend or second weekend of August, depending on when things are already on. We shall find out and shall once again play amazing hostesses.

Tonight is W00t's last night in the city and we are getting to have him for it. And there will be rocky road and love and all is well and happy.

♥

What earth would look like with rings like Saturn:



Ridiculously gorgeous time lapse video of stars and sky:

The Mountain from TSO Photography on Vimeo.

Everyone in the LFoD is depressed and constantly tired and we're unmotivated to do anything but sleep. It is uncool.

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How about stop making Hulk films that fail and instead give us a decent live action Wonder Woman, movie? Seriously. (For casting, I must go with Bridget Regan. For which much of the internet agrees)

And since all the Avengers are currently getting their own films, I would have loved to see Carol Danvers/Ms Marvel get one. (But call her Warbird instead, like she was for a little while. 'Ms Marvel' just isn't going to sell to anyone.) Her backstory is the classic movie-ready stuff - air force pilot gets caught in alien explosion and gets superpowers (wiki: superhuman strength and durability, can fly at roughly half the speed of sound, discharge explosive blasts of radiant energy which she fires from her fingertips, absorb other forms of energy (such as electricity) to further magnify her strength, can withstand the pressure from a 92-ton weight, and strike with a similar level of force, absorb magical energy without consequence.) Even before/without her powers she was an exceptional espionage agent, pilot, hand-to-hand combatant and markswoman. She's already well-established friends with Iron Man thus there's a nice in there, and she's been the leader of the Avengers before.

Come on. She's got as much to work with here as any of the male heroes who keep getting these frakking movies. Casting wise, I think Katee Sackhoff would own it.

Shorter answer to this whole question: Characters I'd like to see on the big screen? Polaris; Psylocke; a PROPER Deadpool, possibly with appearances by Cable and Domino; She-Hulk (because she's far more hilarious than Hulk anyway); Scarlet Witch (with Quicksilver!)

Bet you didn't think I could make a post that wasn't 'ARGH EARTHQUAKES!!' even more boring to you than they were ;)

FUCKING FUCK!

That was a really big aftershock and I am very quite upset and not okay right now and I was clinging to the doorway and almost burst into tears. I haven't done that at the aftershocks for a little while.

But we still have power and water. Thank god for that.

aaaaaand there's the little aftershock to follow it. I may have just run to the doorway chanting "no no no no no." I'm calm. I'm collected. I'm cool.

The sirens on the street outside are going mad.

( Stupid drawers. You can stay there! )

I'm failing completely to be awake for more than a few hours at a time right now and in those hours my brain is totally turned off. Damn cold. It's not even that bad other than being just completely frakking exhausted. Haven't felt this tired since I had glandular fever in... whatever the hell year that was. Like '06 or something. Might have been later. UNIMPORTANT TO THE STORY, CIRCE.

Not that I have a story.

Tonight Lara and I showed Alison both Pretty Woman and Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken because she'd never seen either and it was a crime against nature. Lara and I force our movie childhoods onto all.

And now that I've been up for almost two whole hours, I'm going to back to bed.

Home sweet home!

Yesterday I was waiting around Melbourne airport for about four hours. Might have been less dull were they not renovating the international lounge because there's hardly anything there now and for breakfast I had the WORST $15 hot chocolate and chicken sandwich EVER. warm water with some cocoa sprinkled over does NOT a five dollar hot chocolate make.

But now I am home and I've slept and I have TEA and I'm all dressed up and ready to go out to the masquerade party tonight. I have to get on a Saturday night bus with my face painted up though, which will be fun. (By 'fun' read 'youth of the world and their douchebagness'.)

Waiting for Ali now and then we shall be off into the night!

Miss my mummy ♥

Me sleepy.

I'm up to make little sandwiches for Alina's sparkly fairy princess and llama's 21st birthday. Everyone loves little sandwiches!

Tonight I have to pack and get an early night because I have to get a taxi to the airport at seven - which is actually a far more reasonable hour than most of my morning flights and I hope it won't be too crowded on the roads. It cost Ali $70 to get back from there the other day when it's usually a $40 journey. Ick. But I have cash and if all goes wrong I'll walk the last of it! (Sadly not enough money to go buy some new earphones though so I'll have to be on the plane with the ones I have that one work in one ear. This is annoyance.)

Also, if the earth starts shaking shit up and the airport gets closed I'm going to be muchos pissed off. They will hear my rage across the sea. So... just keep it down, tectonic plates. Be cool. (I'm coming BACK to the city you broke so nicely for me, don't worry!)

Still haven't packed. Packing is for losers.

Oh! The world didn't end, I just noticed! Although I haven't seen Lara this morning so it is very possible she has been raptured. Alison and I have to prepare ourselves for this inevitability. We will had to eat all the noms ourselves and get someone to watch the cats while we're away.