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bending_sickleA horrible day was had by Sickle.
Firstly, there was the Waking Up At UnGodly Hours, followed by the Interminable Waiting of the Doctor's Waiting Room. Seriously, why give me an appointment if I'm going to be taken in half an hour later? And this appointment was just half an hour after they opened. Just how behind can you get in that little time?
Anyway, Doctor's appointment was had and we've confirmed that my face isn't going to fall off in a horrible mess any time soon, and that a little creme will clear the eczema right up. Yays.
Cue the Trial of the Pharmacy. My doctor sent the prescription directly to the pharmacy "for convenience". (Sear those words into your brains, readers, because you'll have to recognize their bloody corpses in the morgue a few sentences from now.) So I go to the pharmacy after my doctor's appointment, and they don't have the prescription. The girl working there says that prescriptions sometimes take up to two days to make it there, which is either utter bullshit (because some people really need their medicine right the fuck now) or she said days instead of hours, which doesn't make linguistic sense, especially since the word for hour in Dutch is uur (and the words for day are similarly alike). So I go again later that afternoon. Again, they don't have my prescription. I go home, call the doctor's office and get them to re-fax the prescription. I go to the pharmacy a third time and get my meds. If I'd been given the prescription from the get-go, this could all have been avoided.
In the afternoon I also tried to sell my look-brand-spankin'-new books at the second hand store I went to earlier this week, armed with the knowledge that the owner would be there today. I lay the books on the table, he glances at their covers and restacks them, then says, "I'm not interested." I doubt he even read the titles. I even had a Hugo and Nebula winning SF book - The Left Hand of Darkness which is a Good Book and he was probably all, "If it ain't yella I ain't buyin'." To which I say, curse you, Bookman!
I was really upset over this dismissal, though. But that's just because my hormones are in full drive and I'm all wibbley and angry at the same mother-lovin' time and this makes for strange and sad and frustrated times.
Anyway, my CV's all done now, looking awesome and professional only because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poisoned_sleep is a wonder and helped me out tons with hands-on innitiative. So that's good. (Except in regards to poisoned_sleep, where adjectives like awesome and amazing and astounding are more apt. Alliteration ftw \o/)
To make up for the suckitude that was the day, I've been listening to my old Rayne fanmixes (Firefly's River/Jayne, that is). I made pancakes for dinner (which were on-nom-niscious but not near as filling as they ought to've been). I have a load of Doctor Who related stuff to watch - deleted scenes, commentaries, Sarah Jane Adventures with Ten cameos.
I've also been reading through![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
watchfic_dir and having an utter blast. I love the fic I'm finding! (See epic fanfic list of loooove.) I think I have a new OT3 (if I ever had one - I think I only ever OT3ed Peter/Gabrielle/Sylar of Heroes, which may or may not actually count as a threesome at some points in Lana @ capn_mactastic's fics). Anyway, Dan/Laurie/Rorschach is the threesome to end all threesomes, especially in post-plot when they're all shacked up together. I mean, Dan/Laurie is canon and Dan/Rorschach was very slashtastic in the movie (both restrain the other from rash fighting moves, they were crime-bustin' partners, Dan's NoooOOOOoooo!, Rorschach's bean-thievery, it just goes on and on). Also, the dynamics are fascinating, because of course one partner is all "No! Sex bad! Impure!" but caves, and another is all "I'm taking the reins and flying with it" and the third is all pudgy and squishy and adorable.
Dream 1: I'm walking in the empty house in Rome in very high (as in, a foot or so) platform high heels which are meant to compensate for the energy/age difference. [What?]
Dream 2: A large number of small, colourful birds - possibly finches - are sitting on ir in a long, rectangular cage which is just about as high as they are. One bird - blue - is trying to fly off the wire but it's holding onto a small bar with its feet - like those swing bars some bird cages have - and then I realize its chained to the cage. [I have a lovely postcard of Carel Fabritius' The Goldfinch which depicts a finch resting on a bar. The first time I saw it I thought it was lovely, until I noticed the bird was actually chained to the thing. That made for a D: face.] I pick up the bird and put it back onto the cage with the others, thinking I've saved it from fighting against the chain futilely and now it can rest. Except a giant bird-eating spider the size and not-really-texture of a massive brown-coloured crab is hovering over the cage and stabs at the bird (A bit like this.). I feel utterly horrified and awful for forcing the bird into that position, one I now realize it was trying to escape. [Were I philosophical, this would be a great example of...something.]
Dream 3: I'm watching a video of an interesting species of otter. They float in pairs facing across from each other and throw crustaceans at each other back and forth - making a sharp slapping sound - until they break. Obviously, a single such otter would starve to death without a partner. [Philosophy, again.]
Dream 4: In a large dark cave, then in a large building, then in a big house at night with large wooden doors. It's raining heavily. Castiel is around with evil plans (or he's undercover and not really evil), stalking something.
Dream 5: In a house with long corridors, I'm watching a girl sleep on the top bunk bed. She's got white vomit all over her face (which I can distinctly smell, even in dream-mode). She's dreaming about Freddy Kreuger and I'm trying to wake her up. [I've had Nightmare on Elm Street - which I haven't actually watched - on my mind a lot thanks to the song "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of the War Drums)" - (Just wake up.) Go back to sleep. and I read some of the movie's quotes before going to sleep. I'm so going to watch this movie soon.]
Dream 6: Walking towards my late Great Aunt's house in Gran's village, I pass my brother on his way out and notice, annoyed, that he's left the door to her house open. There is a brilliant piano - not a Grand Piano, just a light-brown rectangular one - so I sit down with delight to play. [I miss playing the piano like burning.] It turns into an electronic keyboard, which I try tapping at to play, then it turns into a sort of recorder, and I try to record a sort of Imogen Heap "Just For Now" one-man-show. [I've had vivid organized sounds in dreams before, like passaged from non-existent books or music. I also have hypnagogic musical hallucinations which is a fancy way of saying that I hear music that isn't there right before I fall asleep. I learnt the word for it in The World in Six Songs the other day, but damned if I can find it again. Argh!] The performance comes out great, but being an utter noob at the machine, I can't figure out how to replay what I just created, or save it, or export it, so my wonderful piece of music is trapped and inaccessible.
Dream 7: On top of a hill getting ready for gym class outside, I realize I've forgotten my gym shorts, so endeavor to go home and get them. Except I can't open my locker. I can't remember my combination. There's nothing in my locker. I forgot my bike. I forgot my keys. And so on and so forth. [I woke up extremely frustrated, although to be fair I also fell asleep frustrated, as this dream was after my roommate's 6:45 am alarm woke me up - thin walls - and half an hour before my own was supposed to wake me up, so I was all, "Sleep! Sleep! Fall asleep now!"]
Links of the Day:
Watchmen:
lady_wormtongue's Fanfic Did He Smile to See His Work? - Watchmen/Good Omens, (Rorschach, Crowley, Aziraphale) ♥!!!
orangesparks' Fanfic Good - Delightfully, terribly creepy.
crowswing's Watchmen Fic - Gorgeous writing, if I get a bit lost in what's going on.
findmyantidrug's Fanfic Untitled (Rorschach's first night without Walter.) ; No Shame to Burn (Rorscach/Laurie)
Doctor Who:
tennant_love's flocked the Comic Con segmant from the specials DVD ; More Specials Extras - Deleted Scenes
michellemtsu's Meta Doctor Who Series 4 - A Retrospective
Doctor Who Panel at ComicCon 2009 - 1/6 - David = adorable fanboy and ♥ His face when talking about Sarah Jane calling him Doctor, and when the guy said, "You're my Doctor." Oh yes, yes you are, David.
David Tennant Video Diary - Season 3 - 1/12
Supernatural:
suchaprince's Fanvid Saint John (John Winchester) - ♥
meivocis' Fanvid Furious Angels
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leonidaslion's Fanfic Slipping Your Skin - With art!
_izu_'s Comic Jus in Bello, Part 3
@mischacollins voted Best Twitter of 2009 ; Celebratory Minion Video
Lost:
fandomsecrets' Spreading the Ben Linus love
Heroes:
mystery_sock's Fanfic Series Ritual (Nathan/Peter)
Random:
cleolinda's the Breaking News account on Twitter (now affiliated with MSNBC)
charmax's Picspam Joy of the Day: Photographs
thedothatgirl's Whedonverse Fanvid If It Gives You Joy - ♥!
talitha78's Up Fanvid Fireflies (Dug) - D'aaaaaawwww! Includes links to other fanvids.
ursulav's New Art Spam!
lucylou's Comics January Wednesday Hourlies, 2010 Edition
marika_kailaya's counter to crossdressing is widely thought of in fiction as a joke, or EVERYDAY LIFE IS NOT A GENDER-FOCUSED COMEDY ACT.
Zacharyquinto.com's introduction of Hollywood Unites for Haiti - If I may rant about how a man with such an extensive vocabulary can write effected instead of affected: aslkdjlskdjflsdjf, you idiot!
Lesbian Ants Confirmed - The one and only all-female species! \o/
Canada's Best Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Icing
Cream Cheese Icing
* Sandman, Neil Gaiman
Firstly, there was the Waking Up At UnGodly Hours, followed by the Interminable Waiting of the Doctor's Waiting Room. Seriously, why give me an appointment if I'm going to be taken in half an hour later? And this appointment was just half an hour after they opened. Just how behind can you get in that little time?
Anyway, Doctor's appointment was had and we've confirmed that my face isn't going to fall off in a horrible mess any time soon, and that a little creme will clear the eczema right up. Yays.
Cue the Trial of the Pharmacy. My doctor sent the prescription directly to the pharmacy "for convenience". (Sear those words into your brains, readers, because you'll have to recognize their bloody corpses in the morgue a few sentences from now.) So I go to the pharmacy after my doctor's appointment, and they don't have the prescription. The girl working there says that prescriptions sometimes take up to two days to make it there, which is either utter bullshit (because some people really need their medicine right the fuck now) or she said days instead of hours, which doesn't make linguistic sense, especially since the word for hour in Dutch is uur (and the words for day are similarly alike). So I go again later that afternoon. Again, they don't have my prescription. I go home, call the doctor's office and get them to re-fax the prescription. I go to the pharmacy a third time and get my meds. If I'd been given the prescription from the get-go, this could all have been avoided.
In the afternoon I also tried to sell my look-brand-spankin'-new books at the second hand store I went to earlier this week, armed with the knowledge that the owner would be there today. I lay the books on the table, he glances at their covers and restacks them, then says, "I'm not interested." I doubt he even read the titles. I even had a Hugo and Nebula winning SF book - The Left Hand of Darkness which is a Good Book and he was probably all, "If it ain't yella I ain't buyin'." To which I say, curse you, Bookman!
I was really upset over this dismissal, though. But that's just because my hormones are in full drive and I'm all wibbley and angry at the same mother-lovin' time and this makes for strange and sad and frustrated times.
Anyway, my CV's all done now, looking awesome and professional only because
poisoned_sleep is a wonder and helped me out tons with hands-on innitiative. So that's good. (Except in regards to poisoned_sleep, where adjectives like awesome and amazing and astounding are more apt. Alliteration ftw \o/)To make up for the suckitude that was the day, I've been listening to my old Rayne fanmixes (Firefly's River/Jayne, that is). I made pancakes for dinner (which were on-nom-niscious but not near as filling as they ought to've been). I have a load of Doctor Who related stuff to watch - deleted scenes, commentaries, Sarah Jane Adventures with Ten cameos.
I've also been reading through
watchfic_dir and having an utter blast. I love the fic I'm finding! (See epic fanfic list of loooove.) I think I have a new OT3 (if I ever had one - I think I only ever OT3ed Peter/Gabrielle/Sylar of Heroes, which may or may not actually count as a threesome at some points in Lana @ capn_mactastic's fics). Anyway, Dan/Laurie/Rorschach is the threesome to end all threesomes, especially in post-plot when they're all shacked up together. I mean, Dan/Laurie is canon and Dan/Rorschach was very slashtastic in the movie (both restrain the other from rash fighting moves, they were crime-bustin' partners, Dan's NoooOOOOoooo!, Rorschach's bean-thievery, it just goes on and on). Also, the dynamics are fascinating, because of course one partner is all "No! Sex bad! Impure!" but caves, and another is all "I'm taking the reins and flying with it" and the third is all pudgy and squishy and adorable.Dream 1: I'm walking in the empty house in Rome in very high (as in, a foot or so) platform high heels which are meant to compensate for the energy/age difference. [What?]
Dream 2: A large number of small, colourful birds - possibly finches - are sitting on ir in a long, rectangular cage which is just about as high as they are. One bird - blue - is trying to fly off the wire but it's holding onto a small bar with its feet - like those swing bars some bird cages have - and then I realize its chained to the cage. [I have a lovely postcard of Carel Fabritius' The Goldfinch which depicts a finch resting on a bar. The first time I saw it I thought it was lovely, until I noticed the bird was actually chained to the thing. That made for a D: face.] I pick up the bird and put it back onto the cage with the others, thinking I've saved it from fighting against the chain futilely and now it can rest. Except a giant bird-eating spider the size and not-really-texture of a massive brown-coloured crab is hovering over the cage and stabs at the bird (A bit like this.). I feel utterly horrified and awful for forcing the bird into that position, one I now realize it was trying to escape. [Were I philosophical, this would be a great example of...something.]
Dream 3: I'm watching a video of an interesting species of otter. They float in pairs facing across from each other and throw crustaceans at each other back and forth - making a sharp slapping sound - until they break. Obviously, a single such otter would starve to death without a partner. [Philosophy, again.]
Dream 4: In a large dark cave, then in a large building, then in a big house at night with large wooden doors. It's raining heavily. Castiel is around with evil plans (or he's undercover and not really evil), stalking something.
Dream 5: In a house with long corridors, I'm watching a girl sleep on the top bunk bed. She's got white vomit all over her face (which I can distinctly smell, even in dream-mode). She's dreaming about Freddy Kreuger and I'm trying to wake her up. [I've had Nightmare on Elm Street - which I haven't actually watched - on my mind a lot thanks to the song "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of the War Drums)" - (Just wake up.) Go back to sleep. and I read some of the movie's quotes before going to sleep. I'm so going to watch this movie soon.]
Dream 6: Walking towards my late Great Aunt's house in Gran's village, I pass my brother on his way out and notice, annoyed, that he's left the door to her house open. There is a brilliant piano - not a Grand Piano, just a light-brown rectangular one - so I sit down with delight to play. [I miss playing the piano like burning.] It turns into an electronic keyboard, which I try tapping at to play, then it turns into a sort of recorder, and I try to record a sort of Imogen Heap "Just For Now" one-man-show. [I've had vivid organized sounds in dreams before, like passaged from non-existent books or music. I also have hypnagogic musical hallucinations which is a fancy way of saying that I hear music that isn't there right before I fall asleep. I learnt the word for it in The World in Six Songs the other day, but damned if I can find it again. Argh!] The performance comes out great, but being an utter noob at the machine, I can't figure out how to replay what I just created, or save it, or export it, so my wonderful piece of music is trapped and inaccessible.
Dream 7: On top of a hill getting ready for gym class outside, I realize I've forgotten my gym shorts, so endeavor to go home and get them. Except I can't open my locker. I can't remember my combination. There's nothing in my locker. I forgot my bike. I forgot my keys. And so on and so forth. [I woke up extremely frustrated, although to be fair I also fell asleep frustrated, as this dream was after my roommate's 6:45 am alarm woke me up - thin walls - and half an hour before my own was supposed to wake me up, so I was all, "Sleep! Sleep! Fall asleep now!"]
Links of the Day:
Watchmen:
lady_wormtongue's Fanfic Did He Smile to See His Work? - Watchmen/Good Omens, (Rorschach, Crowley, Aziraphale) ♥!!!orangesparks' Fanfic Good - Delightfully, terribly creepy.crowswing's Watchmen Fic - Gorgeous writing, if I get a bit lost in what's going on.findmyantidrug's Fanfic Untitled (Rorschach's first night without Walter.) ; No Shame to Burn (Rorscach/Laurie)Doctor Who:
tennant_love's flocked the Comic Con segmant from the specials DVD ; More Specials Extras - Deleted Scenesmichellemtsu's Meta Doctor Who Series 4 - A RetrospectiveDoctor Who Panel at ComicCon 2009 - 1/6 - David = adorable fanboy and ♥ His face when talking about Sarah Jane calling him Doctor, and when the guy said, "You're my Doctor." Oh yes, yes you are, David.
David Tennant Video Diary - Season 3 - 1/12
Supernatural:
suchaprince's Fanvid Saint John (John Winchester) - ♥meivocis' Fanvid Furious Angelsleonidaslion's Fanfic Slipping Your Skin - With art!_izu_'s Comic Jus in Bello, Part 3@mischacollins voted Best Twitter of 2009 ; Celebratory Minion Video
Lost:
fandomsecrets' Spreading the Ben Linus loveHeroes:
mystery_sock's Fanfic Series Ritual (Nathan/Peter)Random:
cleolinda's the Breaking News account on Twitter (now affiliated with MSNBC)charmax's Picspam Joy of the Day: Photographsthedothatgirl's Whedonverse Fanvid If It Gives You Joy - ♥!talitha78's Up Fanvid Fireflies (Dug) - D'aaaaaawwww! Includes links to other fanvids.ursulav's New Art Spam!lucylou's Comics January Wednesday Hourlies, 2010 Editionmarika_kailaya's counter to crossdressing is widely thought of in fiction as a joke, or EVERYDAY LIFE IS NOT A GENDER-FOCUSED COMEDY ACT.Zacharyquinto.com's introduction of Hollywood Unites for Haiti - If I may rant about how a man with such an extensive vocabulary can write effected instead of affected: aslkdjlskdjflsdjf, you idiot!
Lesbian Ants Confirmed - The one and only all-female species! \o/
Canada's Best Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Icing
Cream Cheese Icing
* Sandman, Neil Gaiman
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Date: 2010-01-15 10:46 am (UTC)...I now have images of puppies squirming out of fax machines, which is either fantastic (everyone gets a puppy!) or horrible and messy.
Why can't they just give me the prescription? I'm not going to do anything funny to it, I'll get to choose which pharmacy I want to go to at any time up and then convenience will be had by all. Argh.