wook77: (happy icon)
I'm trying not to be overly dramallama-y about this but... at work today, I was almost hit by a car.

As I was walking back from the main location to the secondary location (where my office is), I was walking past all these parked cars when, suddenly, one cranked its engine, slid into reverse and slammed backwards while I was directly behind it, about a foot and a half away from the bumper when it was parked. I leapt backwards and landed wrong on my ankle, sending me plummeting to the ground while the asshole car slammed backwards almost into another car and then sped away. The other car's driver very kindly got out of his car and helped me to stand up but, off to the doctor I go as I think I ripped that overactive tendon as I have extremely sharp pain in my ankle every time I step in the same vicinity.

It happened so fast. The car wasn't even turned on when I started to walk behind it. One and a half steps later and the car was coming at me rather fast (especially as it wasn't even started a step and a half before) and I was jumping backwards and trying to get out of the way.

I limped back to my office, as I felt fine at the time but about halfway there, the pain crept in. So I sat at my desk and cried for a good ten minutes. Came home and had a massive bowl of pretzel ice cream from Blue Bunny. Which, by the by, is rather medicinal as I got rid of most of the want to cry feeling. I'm still shaky and freaking, four hours later.

My hands have all these little cuts from the gravel where I landed, bouncing and skidding across it.

The worst part, though, is that my nephews are visiting this weekend and expecting me to be able to play with them. They've been asking for months if my ankle was all better and if I could please play lightsabers with them. That's what really gets me. I can barely walk right now. How am I supposed to run around after 5 and 7 year olds?

I freaking hate that fucker that made the left in front of me. I really really fucking hate him.
wook77: (mike lange - you'd have to be here to be)
My life is a soap opera. On December 5th, I had a minor accident, making my record 10 car accidents not my fault. Basically, some dude attempted a left turn from the straight ahead lane right in front of me. Only, instead of continuing his turn, he stopped dead. On a green light. Fucker. So I dented my hood. Got a call today from the shop that it's been at since that the adjuster FINALLY came out and wants to total my car. I cannot afford to do that. UGH.

But it gets better. I was in a rental since 12/5. However, on Monday night, I had ANOTHER car accident. This one totaled my rental car. I was heading west in the straight-ahead lane when a fucker made a left turn in front of me. I had the rightaway but he decided to tag along on a dude that was cutting it really close. I was going about 45 mph and ended up with a broken right ankle, a broken middle toe on my left foot, major chest pains, bone bruises on all my ribs and my sternum, a torqued right hip, a torqued right knee, a torqued right wrist. My hips are also shredded from the seatbelt.

I need surgery on my ankle, which I find out tomorrow how bad my surgery will be. I will either need a pin, a plate, or a plate AND a pin. I basically broke my tibia where the little stickyout bit on your inner ankle is. I spent 7 hours in the ER on Monday and liveblogged it for the poor people that follow me on Twitter. They now allow smartphones in the ER. Guess I don't need to pretend to be the nanny anymore? :P

I'm on percoset which keeps making me dizzy but isn't doing much for my ankle. The break wasn't too awful comparatively until I got home from hospital on Monday when I wacked it against concrete. That was followed up by my dad tripping over my foot the next day.

I'm somehow supposed to be using crutches except for the fact that I have a broken toe on my "good foot" and no chest muscles. I can't even wash my own hair. It's the little things you miss, you know? So humbling not to be able to shower without assistance. My mum had to wash my hair. My sister has to lift me in and out of bed. I can barely hobble into the loo.

All this aside, I'm better off than I could've been. There was a dude that OD'd next to me in hospital. Then there was a dude that was airlifted into hospital that was bleeding out across the hall from me. So, in the scheme of things, I'm better than I could've been. Honestly, the worst part (besides the throbbing ankle) is that I was stuck in a neck brace for over 5 hours and I wasn't allowed to pee for 6 hours. I was pretty shocky that first night so the pain didn't really register.

The lolarious part is that they actually had to pry my phone out of my hand to treat me. I freaked when they put it out of reach. Poor nurses having to deal with freaking out wook :( I feel awful for them. My mum stayed with me and did a great job holding it together. She only cried once. I guess I looked pretty bad at first.

The best part is that I've been inundated with lots of love, some from very unexpected sources. Coworkers at both jobs have sent flowers and stuff. If only they would send frozen Snickers bars :P

Anyway, I could use some good thoughts out into the universe because, srsly, I am having the worst karma ever right now.
wook77: (mike lange - hunt moose on a harley)
omg, with the memes again. wtf, self?

Sorry, I have fic coming, promise.

Until then... stolen from someone on the flist...

Go to google and type in "you know you're from [state]" and bold the things that apply to you

you know you're from Pennsylvania if... )

I am so embarrassed by all the language ones. I say all those things if you get me especially shitfaced and around someone from PA. It's awful. I start sounding all PA Dutch when I've worked so hard to get that crap outta me. [livejournal.com profile] kerryblaze - don't even try this the next time we get together. I will hurt you :P

And I really miss chicken corn soup from a firehall. Like bad. Like bad enough that I'm actually talking about a "food trip" with my mum wherein we visit tons of our favorite food places and eat and eat and eat and eat.

Funny story tying in to You live within two miles of a plant that makes potato chips, corn chips,pretzels, candy, or ice cream, or that packages turkeys, beans, or bologna.

I grew up in farming country near Carlisle, PA. For a school field trip in third grade, we went to a cemetery to see the Molly Pitcher Memorial. Did I mention the fact that there was an entire group of small children being dragged through a cemetery? Then, for lunch, we walked across the street to the Kunzler Hot Dog Factory where we got to watch them grind up the beef (they had artwork featuring farm animals hanging on the walls, too. So, just in case you weren't certain what they were grinding up, there were cute little pictures of pigs, chickens and cows on the walls as helpful reminders), "slide" it into the intestinal sheaths before steaming them and then the factory manager trooped us all upstairs where we got to eat the hot dogs we just watched get made.

Not only did I have one of the worst field trips ever, but I didn't eat hot dogs for years afterwards. It was that traumatic. What's the worst field trip you ever had? Let's compare childhood traumas.
wook77: (VTF?)

My team won gold! SWEET!

Title: Tombstone, the Town Too Tough To Die
Author: [livejournal.com profile] wook77
Team: Snitch!
Genre(s): EWE
Prompt(s): Hunger or Alchemy, Go West
Rating PG-13
Warnings/Kinks:
Word Count: ~2790
Summary: Some of the things you find in Tombstone – copper, cowboys, rattlesnakes, sunshine, wooden sidewalks, gunfights, and one Severus Snape (the man too tough to die).
Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas May thanks to [livejournal.com profile] djin7 for encouraging this and hosting the [livejournal.com profile] snarry_games. Also, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] raewhit for beta'ing my work. Obviously, all mistakes are my own. I appreciate the opportunity to participate! I must admit that this was partially inspired by [livejournal.com profile] anathema91's recent visit with me to Tombstone. She now has Snarry Cooties on her.

Tombstone, the Town Too Tough to Die )
wook77: (star trek: Sanity is relative)
Other people are responding in a much more sane and logical manner to SEE and its crazy ass attempt to mask their quest to get their ship in canon by using the Greater Good of Gay Rights BBs than I ever could. I can't really think of anything other than GTFO. No, really, GTFO.

So instead of ragesplooging, I've decided to respond via crack. I present:

Wook's Totally and Completely Vulcan Logic Proof That Spock/Kirk Will Never Become Canon


It starts with a comparison between the two largest Sci-Fi/Fantasy tv/movie franchises - Buckaroo Bonzai Star Wars and Star Trek. Arguably, both of these have similar themes and morals in them. They both feature a quest of good versus evil, of addressing species dynamic and the subjugation of people and how bad it is. Plus, they both have some badass space ships that defy physics as we currently know them.

Thus, the logical basis of the proof is now established. Therefore, let us move on to the proof and the entire point of this discussion - the characters.

First, we have the farm boy who drives fast things, stares dramatically into sunset(s), has major daddy issues, lives with possibly-abusive father-figures, dreams of going into space and meets ship captains that make it happen. Thus, Jim Kirk=Luke Skywalker. come on, it's totally abusive not to let Luke go into Toshi Station and pick up some "power converters". A young man has needs, after all!

Then, we have the crotchety older man that becomes a sort-of quasi guide to the farm boy. This man is snarky, hot, slick, and, rescues the farm boy multiple times, and bitches about doing the right thing a lot but, eventually, does it all while looking really fucking hot and badass. Thus, Leonard McCoy=Han Solo.

Thirdly, we have the poor soul who loses a planet and has to witness the genocide of their people all because of an evil megalomaniac that has a giant chip on their shoulder and a big fucking machine to ensure that said genocide happens (and did I mention the part where they're held captive by said genocidal and evil megalomaniac?). Thus, Spock=Leia Organa.

Once we look at these three comparisons, you can see that Kirk/Spock cannot happen on the big screen and will be left in fanfiction because Kirk/Spock is extrapolated incest. They might kiss but the kiss will be purely platonic and will only exist to further the only truly acceptable homosexual pairing. That leaves us with Kirk/McCoy for the only viable homosexual pairing.

Also, because I'm full of it tonight and had nothing else to do, I've extrapolated more characters. Brace yourself.

Sulu, Chekov, Keenser, Scotty, Uhura, and Pike )

Anyone else want to offer up a few?
wook77: (mike lange - you'd have to be here to be)
Went to watch a movie on Sunday with my sister and one of her friends. I'll have a proper review of it later (probably tomorrow as I'm so beyond behind on posting my resolution reviews, it isn't funny). I'm still on track for finishing the 50 books/50 movies this year even with working assloads of hours.

Anyway, when we came home, I watched Newsies. This is such my guilty pleasure movie. ramble ramble, Newsies, Christian Bale is hot, jury duty, Fry's whinging )

So, um, I'm sure you've noticed that it's, err, Thursday and no update on Memories as a Teacup. There's a good reason for it. Really, there is. It's just that...well... I, um, I've lost my thumbdrive. The one with the story on it? Yeah, that thumbdrive. I've been looking all over for it and I cannot find it at all. Thankfully, [livejournal.com profile] nefernat has a copy of the beta'd version and will be sending it to me tomorrow. Also, [livejournal.com profile] elanorofcastile has seen the additions thus I have everything. Just not in one organised place. So I'm not SOL but I am late. You may now being hurling salmonella-poisoned tomatoes at me. I suck and I apologise. I'm cleaning my room only to find the damnable thumbdrive.
wook77: (ollian - hand on the shirt)
#1 news - I haz new bumper! The front bumper on my car has been dangling for years. see? it used to hang on by duct tape. ghetto? yep. So I bought the bumper kit off of ebay and then crossed my fingers that I wouldn't get ripped off. I didn't. It's so gorgeous and now I really need to get the car painted. My paint has been baking off in the Arizona sun so it's time to get a new paint job. Found a place that will do it for dirt cheap too. *BEAMS*

After getting the bumper, I went to Pep Boys to buy armor-all and assorted vehicle sundries (new wiper blades=ftw). Which leads me to -

#2 news - I was in line at Pep Boys when this person behind me goes [wook]? And I looked back and stared in shock. I had this annoying girl that used to cling to me when we worked at a science center together way back in university days (so like 1998ish). She had the most annoying voice. I'll have to do a voicepost to do my imitation of "Sarah". Anyway - so she also looked really freaky. And when I turned around, she looked EVEN WORSE. OMG. She had this super kinky perm (which she always sort of had but now it was way worse) and it was dyed a really fake black and it looked like a femmullet (yanno, a female mullet?). omg. just omg. I did NOT want to acknowledge her because a.) she really knifed me in the back for a job at the science center years ago and I had severed the ties back then and b.) she looked like a 50 year old Harley chick who's had too much to drink at Sturgis (you know the one - the who didn't know that she shouldn't be wearing those leathers, basking in the sun that much and dying her hair like that). Dude. And to top it off, she was wearing those lycra bicycle shorts from the 80s. Ok, one or two of the above? I could deal. All of it? No thank you.

But instead - I bit the tongue and was polite because she lives up in Gilbert and is currently unemployed (mwahahahaha, KARMA BITCH) and has a shittier life than me. I'm glad I was nice. (yes, I am just that shallow at times)

#3 news - You all are going to laugh at me but... here goes. So I finish at pep boys and while I'm chatting with "Sarah", I try to pop my hood. It doesn't pop. After FINALLY getting rid of "sarah", I go around to the side to get my new wiper blades installed and ask the mechanic to look at the hood. They go on and on and on about how I'll have to buy parts from the dealer and it'll be over a thousand bucks and I'm like aslkdfa;sfdj WTS?! So I go back to the hot guy friend who put on the bumper kit for me. Hood pops just fine. He has me do it - hood doesn't pop. Well, it turns out that if you go to pop your TRUNK, your hood doesn't open. *facepalm BLUSHOMG* I ... am a moron of the first degree. I blame "sarah" as she followed me out to my car and wouldn't stfu. Or the lack of food. Or the lack of sleep. Anything that doesn't make me seem like the idiot that I really am.

#4 news - I am feeling wicked amounts better. Like - stomach barely churns at food now. I had a chicken sandwich with (my version of) a salad at lunch and numnumnum. It was the first complete meal I've had since Tuesday at lunch. SOOOO Good. I think I'm back :D. I lost 4 lbs from being sick, though, so w00t.

#5 news - Penguins in Stanley Cup Finals. a;lsdfj;lasdfj YES! Game starts in like 20 minutes. You can bet your ass that I'll be biting my nails and cheering my boys on. It's going to be a tight series and here's my prediction - it's going to go all 7 games and end in overtime. Both teams are just so fucking good.

ETA: Dear Speshul Snowflake Flower Fleury - STOP FUCKING SCORING ON YOURSELF ASSHOLE! This is hockey, not wanking. The goal isn't to score on oneself. No love, me.

#6 news - [livejournal.com profile] elanorofcastile pwns me so hardcore. She's doing so much work with the websites and stuff. omg. Without her? I'd be totally insane.
wook77: (Deamus - Kiss)
I participated in the Kinky Kollaboration Month at Daily Deviant on IJ. Thus, Fic.

I worked with [livejournal.com profile] kethlenda and omg, braintwin. We had similar ideas and the story turned out quite lovely, in my not so humble opinion. Details:

Title: In Which Dean and Seamus Miss Each Other and Check Out Girls
Pairings: Dean/Seamus-ish. Seamus/Lavender-ish. Dean/Luna-ish.
Warnings: Voyeurism, Wanking
Wordcount: ~3200

Go check it out and let the pair of us know what you thought. Please?

Have been playing with stuffs for the [livejournal.com profile] hd_worldcup and created a widget for the google homepage. You can find it here. Let me know if you all find it handy?

Have a bazillion recs to post but can't get the brain to function properly. They're mostly from [livejournal.com profile] smutty_claus and [livejournal.com profile] rs_small_gifts as those are the two fests I'm following because I'm participating in them. I'm quite enjoying the recs from [livejournal.com profile] merry_smutmas that you all are posting, though. They point out the great fics that I might pass on first glance as the pairing might not be my cuppa. So, thanks for widening my horizons and highlighting the brilliant works.

work babbling/ranting ahoy )

I should not be trusted on the internet without [livejournal.com profile] yodels around. I have signed up for [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000 and [livejournal.com profile] hp_springsmut. I got a crazy prompt for [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000 last year that ended up turning out pretty cool. [livejournal.com profile] hp_springsmut shall be interesting as my requests are either Seamus/Someone or Sirius/Someone, basically. Good luck to the mods with matching me and May the Force Be With You. Sorry to be so complicated.

I have tl;dr thoughts on how detailed a prompt you should leave for your author (hint: it isn't 16 words long counting each name in your pairings). But that is for another post.

Someday, I will get to posting the last of my resolution reviews. They've only been done since November 15th.

Am dogsitting at the house from the 50s over Christmas. I am also starting a second job starting Sunday. It's at a grocery store that sort of masquerades as a Target and I will be working in the home department. Err, yayes for folding towels for 6 hours a shift? But, needs (and Terminus) must so 20 hours a week shall do it.

Finally - I have just mailed out the Christmas cards. Didn't get all the drabbles finished so, instead, I'm going to post them here for a 12 days of christmas sort of thing, instead. I hope that's cool with everyone. I'm sorry to be so lame. Life just got chaotic.

Ok, I lied. [livejournal.com profile] slashfest Round VI is coming! BWEE!!! Get your prompting thoughts ready! And, err, if you have outstanding requests? Could you take a look and see if they're really something you still want? I have 410 outstanding requests right now. Also - I suggest you all go take a look if you're looking for inspiration or you have something you're working on. Maybe perhaps hopefully the story/artwork will fit one of the outstanding prompts.
wook77: (true tales from the case files)
Got dropped from a newsletter with no notice whatsoever. No discussion, just looked and there they were advertising for someone to cover my day. I haven't received a response to my email yet. I guess I wasn't active enough in the fandom or something :/.

Submitted my [livejournal.com profile] rs_small_gifts and emailed my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide to beta take 2. I'm pwning the deadlines. Started working with [livejournal.com profile] kethlenda on our project which is, also, pwning. I had this idea brewing just after reading DH, shelved it and then both of us came up with the same idea when chatting. We rule.

I've started working on my January daily_deviant story and though the pairing is sort of cracky and so is the premise, the story, so far, is made of win and not of crack.

Just passed the 38k mark of the monster Deamus-ish story from Hades. You guys will read it, right? Even though it's a rarepair and stuff?

Also just realized that I forgot to post the update on my vacation. That shall get written up tomorrow. Unless I have fic to beta. You know who I'm looking at Icee. And just now realized that I forgot the final resolution reviews. Crap, I really am failing at this whole updating thing, aren't I?

Spent the day shifting boxes of financial records around. There were over 130 boxes and the stacks go up about 10 or so feet. So, lots of time on ladders with heavy boxes. Gee, I have an exciting job, don't I? But, at least, things are now organized so that when purging 1999's records, I can find them all together and then slide 2008 right in there. So, a little work now saves a lot of work later. But, gah, my back and neck ache. And I'm sleepy. And dirty. God, that storage unit is absolutely filthy. There were dead bugs, 7 years worth of dust in places and mouse poop. (and in case you're wondering, yes, I really am the only one in the office capable of moving these boxes. Everyone else I work with in the office has health issues that keeps them from doing it.)

I'm getting the most horrendous cold. My throat is really really sore and I'm sniffly. *whinges*

SLL is getting sacked. This means that right before Christmas, I will have assloads of work to do. It's a good thing I didn't plan on taking a vacation between the holidays. However, I will now be supervising the two other people in the office (obviously I won't be supervising my boss *winks*). So, management experience here I come.

The girl I tutor is amazingly smart. She's just a smart cookie (I make her say that when she uses the word 'stupid' as I HATE that word). Tonight, I walked into her house and without even saying hello, she spelled out the hardest spelling word she had from memory. She is 2 for 2 weeks at getting 100% on her spelling tests. Plus, she got all of her subtraction right. I'm so proud of her! AND - her mum baked me cookies cause her mum thinks I'm a smart cookie *beams*.

I bought stamps for the christmas cards today, so, if you want one - fill out the poll. Go on, I won't stalk you unless you want me to. I will be emailing my address to those that asked for it tomorrow, hopefully. Cards will go out in December so you have some time yet. Don't be shy, please!

How the heck is everyone?

Voice Post

Sep. 18th, 2007 06:11 pm
wook77: (yoda idiot)


Really pisspoor impression... now with more valleygirl!wook!
wook77: (Oh Shit - Han)
So, err, there might have been a big sign on the door to my building that said "Do Not Enter Until After 9 AM".

And I might have not seen it until I entered.

And there might have been a Very Important Meeting With The People That Just Donated A Million Dollars To Us And Will Be Donating Ten Million More When They Die.

And I might have felt like an asshole.

And I might have put the wrong key into my office to unlock the door and then had to put the right key in there while the Very Important People gaped at me.

And I might, even now, be crouched down in my office with the door shut and the lights off trying my hardest to pretend I'm not here.

Oh Thursdays, you silly things... why can't you be Fridays?



Lenny Kravitz - Calling All Angels - Have some music... it's beautiful and poignant and omg, so much love and fic coming because of this song.
wook77: (What the Shit?)
Question for the iTunes using bits of the flist -

I've downloaded the 7.0 update. iTunes now won't open.

I removed it from my computer.

I re-downloaded the whole frikken program.

It still won't open.

Help


Fourth time installing it, it came up. Now just an FYI for those of you thinking of upgrading.

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