When she entered the North Sea,*
Nov. 29th, 2007 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickle...she was probably a very fit and healthy whale.*
The life and times of me, or why I fell from the ape-tree today.
1) Woke up 6:20 am, in train station at 7:30 am, a rutting whole hour before our meeting. So I read Forget You Had a Daughter - didn't cry over it! Woot! - until 8:30 am. Once my class was (mostly) there, we all set off on the tram, then bus (chatted with Simon the Australian), and then a lovely (*sarcasm*) 2 km walk to the bay.
Weather: cloudy and windy.
I'm feeling: chilly and pointless
2) My group started off with the visual inspection of the beach for crab-corpses. Didn't see any except one that wasn't in our transect area, so it doesn't count. (That's scientific, see.) We also checked out jacknife shells - mostly invasive american species.
Weather: raining at spit-in-your-eye level thanks to topple-you-over windspeeds.
I'm feeling: so very cold
3) Net hauling! This was much more interesting, as Elise and I didn't do any hauling (Socrates did that). Our catch was pretty cool: a few itty bitty flouders, some fish whose swim-bladder collapses instantly upon capture (*sadface*), shrimp liek woah (and those little buggers freakin' burrow into the sand), and crabitty crabs. The coolest was one tiny little hermit crab.
Weather: COLD
I'm feeling: absolutely nothing below my wrists. My hands were dead to me! Socrates tried to warm them by rubbing them (have we learnt nothing from first aid for hypothermia?), and I felt pain. They were red and non-responsive to the point that I had no opposable thumbs: I couldn't open a thermus bottle or even put my hands into my pockets because the damn pinky just would. Not. Bend.
4) Rock inspection. There were no crabs. There was algae. At this point no one really cared so we just made estimates of stuff, even stuff stuck to a wall. By now we'd been out in the field 3 hours.
Weather and scientists: cold and dead, respecitvely.
5) Pilgrimage to shelter and food! (With annoying "oooh, lookit, species!" pauses by our professor. Stfu, I is teh cold.)
6) Food! Heat! Non-zombie hands! (I ordered a sea food soup - not the dearest and sorely missed clam chowder - partly cause it's yummy, and partly 'cause I get to devour our study specimen's friends. *evil grin*)
7) Look! The pier!
8) Home. Lie down in shower and die for a bit. Drag self to bed, die a bit more. Eat. Crawl off bed and shuffle to 6 pm class after just an hour's recovery.
9) Read Dutch outloud whilst dead. Did not go particularly well.
10) Write post of decreasing coherency whilst still dead from le tired. Bookmark 28 links for later sharing and saving. Curse that it's near 11 pm and there's a 9 am course waiting for me tomorrow. Try not to be concerned by the shrieking cackling coming in through the window.
11) Sleep.
Other thoughts:
a) I'm desperate to do a Sylar-meta of all those analyses and musings I've come across, but *points to le tired bunny*
b) While I'm not cooing over Adam Monroe - though yes, pretty - I think I might see a future where I like him. Right now he's still doing a number on my creep!radar. I know he's an evil manipulative bastard, but I'm still reading a large chunk of the EMB as *ooh, innocent little sweetie*, which is making me really uncomfortable. Like when Sylar was all *cries/manipulates* My brain can't take the conflict! Go all the way, Adam! Unleash the crazy! Damn that British reserve! Kick some ass already! Just be an all-out EMB without being cute about it, for my sanity's sake.
So. My point was 1) suposed to be shorter and 2) that not only should there be an angsty general fanfic of Adam titled I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, but there should be a fanvid or -mix with Tricky's Bubble:
The first hundred years are the toughest / On this bubble / [...] / The first one will do / I'm just passing through / The second one needs more / I've been here before / [...] / Life is just one bloody thing / After another
c) I'm dressing up as Audrey Hepburn tomorrow and actually going to a party. I am geshocked.
d) Weekend will be devoted to 1) procrastination, 2) Sylar recap vid, 3) *super-secret project* and 4) Dutch grammar.
Quote of the Day:
Lessons Learned: Life is too short for cheap bras, cheap towels, or cheap bacon.
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ursulav, here
Links of the Day:
squeegee_burble posts a hilarious picspam-meta of Heroes 2x10.
lacrymosa_star, in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_sylar, posts a picspam of sex-on-legs Sylar in 2x10. My fave? Second-to-last. Black wife-beater? What wife-beater? (Also, I just about burst an ovary with how unbelievable sexy I found him in the first scene. Well, after I paused and said, loudly, Holy fuck!, when I realized that the scene just unfolding was Maya and Sylar having a bona-fide picnic. I thought I was hallucinating fanfic for a moment!)
nowhack, on heroes_slash, posts a Fanvid: The Boy is Mine (Mohinder/Sylar, Mohinder/Peter, minimal Mohinder/Matt). 'Tis shiny.
* Paul Jepson
The life and times of me, or why I fell from the ape-tree today.
1) Woke up 6:20 am, in train station at 7:30 am, a rutting whole hour before our meeting. So I read Forget You Had a Daughter - didn't cry over it! Woot! - until 8:30 am. Once my class was (mostly) there, we all set off on the tram, then bus (chatted with Simon the Australian), and then a lovely (*sarcasm*) 2 km walk to the bay.
Weather: cloudy and windy.
I'm feeling: chilly and pointless
2) My group started off with the visual inspection of the beach for crab-corpses. Didn't see any except one that wasn't in our transect area, so it doesn't count. (That's scientific, see.) We also checked out jacknife shells - mostly invasive american species.
Weather: raining at spit-in-your-eye level thanks to topple-you-over windspeeds.
I'm feeling: so very cold
3) Net hauling! This was much more interesting, as Elise and I didn't do any hauling (Socrates did that). Our catch was pretty cool: a few itty bitty flouders, some fish whose swim-bladder collapses instantly upon capture (*sadface*), shrimp liek woah (and those little buggers freakin' burrow into the sand), and crabitty crabs. The coolest was one tiny little hermit crab.
Weather: COLD
I'm feeling: absolutely nothing below my wrists. My hands were dead to me! Socrates tried to warm them by rubbing them (have we learnt nothing from first aid for hypothermia?), and I felt pain. They were red and non-responsive to the point that I had no opposable thumbs: I couldn't open a thermus bottle or even put my hands into my pockets because the damn pinky just would. Not. Bend.
4) Rock inspection. There were no crabs. There was algae. At this point no one really cared so we just made estimates of stuff, even stuff stuck to a wall. By now we'd been out in the field 3 hours.
Weather and scientists: cold and dead, respecitvely.
5) Pilgrimage to shelter and food! (With annoying "oooh, lookit, species!" pauses by our professor. Stfu, I is teh cold.)
6) Food! Heat! Non-zombie hands! (I ordered a sea food soup - not the dearest and sorely missed clam chowder - partly cause it's yummy, and partly 'cause I get to devour our study specimen's friends. *evil grin*)
7) Look! The pier!
8) Home. Lie down in shower and die for a bit. Drag self to bed, die a bit more. Eat. Crawl off bed and shuffle to 6 pm class after just an hour's recovery.
9) Read Dutch outloud whilst dead. Did not go particularly well.
10) Write post of decreasing coherency whilst still dead from le tired. Bookmark 28 links for later sharing and saving. Curse that it's near 11 pm and there's a 9 am course waiting for me tomorrow. Try not to be concerned by the shrieking cackling coming in through the window.
11) Sleep.
Other thoughts:
a) I'm desperate to do a Sylar-meta of all those analyses and musings I've come across, but *points to le tired bunny*
b) While I'm not cooing over Adam Monroe - though yes, pretty - I think I might see a future where I like him. Right now he's still doing a number on my creep!radar. I know he's an evil manipulative bastard, but I'm still reading a large chunk of the EMB as *ooh, innocent little sweetie*, which is making me really uncomfortable. Like when Sylar was all *cries/manipulates* My brain can't take the conflict! Go all the way, Adam! Unleash the crazy! Damn that British reserve! Kick some ass already! Just be an all-out EMB without being cute about it, for my sanity's sake.
So. My point was 1) suposed to be shorter and 2) that not only should there be an angsty general fanfic of Adam titled I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, but there should be a fanvid or -mix with Tricky's Bubble:
The first hundred years are the toughest / On this bubble / [...] / The first one will do / I'm just passing through / The second one needs more / I've been here before / [...] / Life is just one bloody thing / After another
c) I'm dressing up as Audrey Hepburn tomorrow and actually going to a party. I am geshocked.
d) Weekend will be devoted to 1) procrastination, 2) Sylar recap vid, 3) *super-secret project* and 4) Dutch grammar.
Quote of the Day:
Lessons Learned: Life is too short for cheap bras, cheap towels, or cheap bacon.
-
ursulav, hereLinks of the Day:
squeegee_burble posts a hilarious picspam-meta of Heroes 2x10.lacrymosa_star, in heroes_sylar, posts a picspam of sex-on-legs Sylar in 2x10. My fave? Second-to-last. Black wife-beater? What wife-beater? (Also, I just about burst an ovary with how unbelievable sexy I found him in the first scene. Well, after I paused and said, loudly, Holy fuck!, when I realized that the scene just unfolding was Maya and Sylar having a bona-fide picnic. I thought I was hallucinating fanfic for a moment!)nowhack, on heroes_slash, posts a Fanvid: The Boy is Mine (Mohinder/Sylar, Mohinder/Peter, minimal Mohinder/Matt). 'Tis shiny.* Paul Jepson
