mockturtle (hellblazer06) wrote,
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zen and the art of zat fluffing


It's been ages since I've mentioned what's currently hogging my bedside table:

David Dary, Seeking Pleasure in the Old West

Ann Fabian, Cardsharps and Bucket Shops

Thomasina Gibson, Stargate: The Illustrated Companion

a couple of Patrick O'Brians and some manga, name unknown (I've lost all the rudimentary Japanese I taught myself at highschool and I'm only looking at the pretty pictures anyway). I used to actually bother to hide my meagre manga collection but one day several months ago I came home to find it all spread out on my bed. I guess I was supposed to say something or go berko at the discovery of one of my porn stashes but I figure one of us should have some tact, so I just put them back on my bedside table as a handy dandy reference and a quick catalogue of ways to get Tab A into Slot B, because sometimes my imagination just fails me. A quick peruse and I was able to get Chris and Ez back in the happy sack, which I will not publish here. No, you'll have to go read the story, if so inclined, when I finish it. At least with my Chris, fucking is just fucking and it don't mean nothing. I like that guy. I need at least one sociopath in this fic and in my version it ain't Ezra.

I actually had a unusually good weekend for once. Friday was so hot, too hot to go upstairs which meant I was stuck downstairs watching Stargate with the peanut gallery. It was Tin Man so there were a lot of Microsoft jokes leftover from CNNN, eg, Hi, you appear to be making a new Teal'c. Would you like some help with that? Bro wonders why Jack didn't crack out the DannyBot, ala the BuffyBot, for emergencies, like S6. Sure, Dannybot was beheaded, but when has that ever stopped them rebuilding the Buffybot whenever the plot required it? The two Jacks brought up lots of two Xander comments. Thankyou, peanut gallery. Then we watched Foyles War which was very plain and predicatable. It was Sunday after tea telly, not the Friday night screamers we're used to. Bad ABC, bad. On the Glasshouse Dr K demonstrates how magnets can kill tvs. Tell me about it. One of my idiot friends plopped her mobile down right in front of my $900 telly and now I have a purple blotch there forevermore. Sometimes malicious me wants her to pay for that, but I guess it was an accident. Still, grrrr. It's not like I get invited over and destroy her stuff. Nor will I, but that's beside the point. My tv is ruined, I get cranky because my tapes go to more parties than I do, but I'm the bad person. Oh well.


Saturday I was meant to get up and go on a mighty bus ride in search of Coldfusion text books but I wallowed, watching Samurai Jack and then I got nagged for missing the bus and it was stinky hot and I was crampy and I just decided nuh, not gonna, so I settled in front of big tel, purple spot n all, to watch my dvd of Children of the Stones which arrived during the week. Whoo hoo! I've been dying to see this again for decades, and especially since I managed to get to Avebury. You know, this was made in 1976 and I went in 1998 and the town hasn't changed a blade of grass. Spooky. Sure, it's cause the National Trust over there has balls and because the town I work in doesn't have the same buildings it did when I started working here over a year ago, let alone when I went to highschool here, and I still find the sameness spooky and unnatural, but I like it. And sure, 70s fashions, 70s production values (oh my god, we're surrounded by film!) and archaeology and astrophysics have moved on the the decades since but it's still fun. It's all very Royston Vasey and it has evil Morris Dancers in it - what more could you want?

Sunday I dragged myself off to the FSF con to see Amanda Tapping. It was fun, she was fun. wicked sense of humour and the highlight was her description of zat gun fluffing, because they need to be blown up otherwise they'll flop everywhere, by which time she was practically on the floor crying with laughter. A few comments on Michael's hissy fits, Chris' over fondness for gaffer taping people to their chairs and how she and Teryl rate the puff and ruffle, when the guys flirt with the pretty girl guest stars. Apparently RDA tries to be helpful, Mikey just flashes those big blue eyes of his, Chris just looks them up and down and says "Nice," the way he does, and dear old Don goes the cheesy chat up line eg "Heaven must be missing an angel", etc until he gets dragged off.

Chris is always cracking Amanda up during his Samuel L Jackson impersonations and Don is easy to crack up and Amanda really cracked up when Kurt Russell came on set dressed as Elvis and she couldn't get her lines out because he was in her line of sight and she kept cracking up.

Big news: Jack and Daniel are back for Season 7. Mercy me. That film career was really working out, as Bro archly observes whenever any actor returns to his or her series with their tail between their legs.

The only thing that really stopped my total enjoyment was the nerd from hell I was seated next to. It's moments like this I wish I had a friend with me but considering how useless friends have been in past situations it wouldn't have made any difference, ie they abandon me to my fate. This guy would not shut up about Star Wars and kept grabbing my camera off me and pushing all the buttons, and using his phone to send sms mesages so I have big purple streaks through half my pics and he ran the batttery down because it snapped off 45 minutes short, so I missed half the presentation. Then he tried to paw through my bag and snatch at what I was getting signed and just wouldn't take 'fuck off' for an answer. I suffered nerd attacks before but this guy was serious AVO territory, and the only thing the security did was snatch my camera off me until I explained 20 times that it said still camera in 8pt font on the front and how much of a movie was I going to get on a floppy anyway? Sheesh. Then the battery ran out so it was moot. This is the first and only time my camera has ever failed me, except for that dodgy disk once, and I blame Arsehole Freak entirely.

So that ruined my enjoyment of my day out, so while Amanda was a 10 as a guest I rate my day as only a 7, because of Freak Guy. Sigh. Still, I got my dvd signed, which means I have most of the cast scrawled on my dvds now, and if you think I'm loaning out my SG-1 dvds, think again, sucker. No way, no how. J Anyways I put some more piccies up at jack_daniel because I'm all out of space here.

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<p>It's been ages since I've mentioned what's currently hogging my bedside table:<br>
David Dary, <b>Seeking Pleasure in the Old West</b><br>
Ann Fabian, <b>Cardsharps and Bucket Shops</b><br>
Thomasina Gibson, <b>Stargate: The Illustrated Companion</b><br>
a couple of <b>Patrick O'Brian</b>s and some manga, name unknown (I've lost all the rudimentary Japanese I taught myself at highschool and I'm only looking at the pretty pictures anyway). I used to actually bother to hide my meagre manga collection but one day several months ago I came home to find it all spread out on my bed. I guess I was supposed to say something or go berko at the discovery of one of my porn stashes but I figure one of us should have some tact, so I just put them back on my bedside table as a handy dandy reference and a quick catalogue of ways to get Tab A into Slot B, because sometimes my imagination just fails me. A quick peruse and I was able to get Chris and Ez back in the happy sack, which I will not publish here. No, you'll have to go read the story, if so inclined, when I finish it. At least with my Chris, fucking is just fucking and it don't mean nothing. I like that guy. I need at least one sociopath in this fic and in my version it ain't Ezra.</p><p>I actually had a unusually good weekend for once. Friday was so hot, too hot to go upstairs which meant I was stuck downstairs watching <b>Stargate</b> with the peanut gallery. It was <b>Tin Man</b> so there were a lot of Microsoft jokes leftover from CNNN, eg, Hi, you appear to be making a new Teal'c. Would you like some help with that? Bro wonders why Jack didn't crack out the DannyBot, ala the BuffyBot, for emergencies, like S6. Sure, Dannybot was beheaded, but when has that ever stopped them rebuilding the Buffybot whenever the plot required it? The two Jacks brought up lots of two Xander comments. Thankyou, peanut gallery. Then we watched Foyles War which was very plain and predicatable. It was Sunday after tea telly, not the Friday night screamers we're used to. Bad ABC, bad. On the Glasshouse Dr K demonstrates how magnets can kill tvs. Tell me about it. One of my idiot friends plopped her mobile down right in front of my $900 telly and now I have a purple blotch there forevermore. Sometimes malicious me wants her to pay for that, but I guess it was an accident. Still, grrrr. It's not like I get invited over and destroy her stuff. Nor will I, but that's beside the point. My tv is ruined, I get cranky because my tapes go to more parties than I do, but I'm the bad person. Oh well.</p><p>
Saturday I was meant to get up and go on a mighty bus ride in search of Coldfusion text books but I wallowed, watching <b>Samurai Jack</b> and then I got nagged for missing the bus and it was stinky hot and I was crampy and I just decided nuh, not gonna, so I settled in front of big tel, purple spot n all, to watch my dvd of <b>Children of the Stones</b> which arrived during the week. Whoo hoo! I've been dying to see this again for decades, and especially since I managed to get to Avebury. You know, this was made in 1976 and I went in 1998 and the town hasn't changed a blade of grass. Spooky. Sure, it's cause the National Trust over there has balls and because the town I work in doesn't have the same buildings it did when I started working here over a year ago, let alone when I went to highschool here, and I still find the sameness spooky and unnatural, but I like it. And sure, 70s fashions, 70s production values (oh my god, we're surrounded by film!) and archaeology and astrophysics have moved on the the decades since but it's still fun. It's all very Royston Vasey and it has evil Morris Dancers in it - what more could you want?</p><p>Sunday I dragged myself off to the FSF con to see <b>Amanda Tapping</b>. It was fun, she was fun. wicked sense of humour and the highlight was her description of zat gun fluffing, because they need to be blown up otherwise they'll flop everywhere, by which time she was practically on the floor crying with laughter. A few comments on Michael's hissy fits, Chris' over fondness for gaffer taping people to their chairs and how she and Teryl rate the puff and ruffle, when the guys flirt with the pretty girl guest stars. Apparently RDA tries to be helpful, Mikey just flashes those big blue eyes of his, Chris just looks them up and down and says "Nice," the way he does, and dear old Don goes the cheesy chat up line eg "Heaven must be missing an angel", etc until he gets dragged off.</p><p>Chris is always cracking Amanda up during his Samuel L Jackson impersonations and Don is easy to crack up and Amanda really cracked up when Kurt Russell came on set dressed as Elvis and she couldn't get her lines out because he was in her line of sight and she kept cracking up.</p><p>Big news: <b>Jack</b> <i>and</i> <b>Daniel</b> are back for Season 7. Mercy me. That film career was really working out, as Bro archly observes whenever any actor returns to his or her series with their tail between their legs.</p><p>The only thing that really stopped my total enjoyment was the nerd from hell I was seated next to. It's moments like this I wish I had a friend with me but considering how useless friends have been in past situations it wouldn't have made any difference, ie they abandon me to my fate. This guy would not shut up about Star Wars and kept grabbing my camera off me and pushing all the buttons, and using his phone to send sms mesages so I have big purple streaks through half my pics and he ran the batttery down because it snapped off 45 minutes short, so I missed half the presentation. Then he tried to paw through my bag and snatch at what I was getting signed and just wouldn't take 'fuck off' for an answer. I suffered nerd attacks before but this guy was serious AVO territory, and the only thing the security did was snatch my camera off me until I explained 20 times that it said still camera in 8pt font on the front and how much of a movie was I going to get on a floppy anyway? Sheesh. Then the battery ran out so it was moot. This is the first and only time my camera has ever failed me, except for that dodgy disk once, and I blame Arsehole Freak entirely.</p><p>So that ruined my enjoyment of my day out, so while Amanda was a 10 as a guest I rate my day as only a 7, because of Freak Guy. Sigh. Still, I got my dvd signed, which means I have most of the cast scrawled on my dvds now, and if you think I'm loaning out my SG-1 dvds, think again, sucker. No way, no how. <FONT FACE="Wingdings">&#74;</FONT> Anyways I put some more piccies up at <a href="http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/jack_daniel/slideshow?&.dir=/fsf-at&.src=gr&.view=t">jack_daniel</a> because I'm all out of space here.</p><p align="center"><table align="center">
<tr valign="top"><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at01.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width"="200" height="150" border="0">
</td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at02.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at03.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td></tr><tr valign="top"><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at04.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width"="200" height="150" border="0">
</td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at05.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at06.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td></tr><tr valign="top"><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at07.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width"="200" height="150" border="0">
</td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at08.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td><td><img src="http://uk.geocities.com/havisham06/images/at09.jpg" alt="Amanda Tapping @ fsf, Lidcome, NSW, Australia, 10 November 2002" width="200" height="150" border="0"></td></tr></table></p><p>Came back and iced Bro's b-day cake ala Avebury with bits of toblerone standing in for the stones and then I nearly fell asleep during <b>A History of Britain</b> and did doze off during <b>The Talented Mr Ripley</b>, but not until <a href="http://www.ar.com.au/~jriddler/ba/ba-jl.html"><b>Jude</b></a> has been dispatched (sorry <a href="http://www.ar.com.au/~jriddler/ba/ba-jd.html"><b>Jack</b></a>).</p><p> I do feel empathy for Ripley, having spent my life being mocked consistently by my rich friends for my clothes, my lack of grace, for not knowing which knife to use, never being allowed to use the front door, etc etc. Sometimes you really do want to take a boat oar to their snide and snotty little heads. Sometimes. I am a leech. I freely admit it. I want to be like them, but I never will and unlike Mr Ripley, I've given up on that, though I still writhe with envy when occassion demands it, such as the flaunting of a new well beyond my meagre means purchase or holiday overseas. Does that make me human, or a monster? I don't know, but I do know what it's like to see how the other half live, and to want it, even though you have no right to it.</p><p>Nevermind, Jude was golden and the scenery was to die for. My aching desire to go to Italy burns even brighter. Too bad I probably never will. But I can dream. Maybe in a year, if the world has not plunged into war, I can get there, if I again take up my vows of poverty. Kind of slipped off the poverty wagon when I hit the black. Sigh. I wish I was rich and I could go places, places that aren't here. I'm reading a friend's travels in Spain and I'm aching to go there, too. I need to go somewhere, a change is as good as a rest afterall. Maybe I'll just blow the last of my savings and die in debt, like dear old Dad. Somebody elses' problem, I kinda like that idea. Want to be there, not here. And this is me, happy, after a good weekend. <FONT FACE="Wingdings">&#74;</FONT></p><p>Don't mind me, really. While my hormones might be in default mode, ie kill crush destroy, my soul is light and fluffy and meringue like, all because this Ferris took the weekend off (at last) and it made a 5,000 watt difference to my life. I can breath again. Of course now I'm starting to resent having been made to feel like Atlas these last six months or so. I'm also absurdly happy over the news that Daniel is back in Stargate. I shouldn't be, but I am.</p><li><a href="http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/jack_daniel/slideshow?&.dir=/fsf-at&.src=gr&.view=t">Amanda Tapping</a></li>
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