bubosquared: (coffee)
( Jan. 6th, 2006 12:32 pm)

Samwise: still not functional, though (some) progress has been made. Woe is me, my iPod has fallen ill. WOE!

I used the iPod Updater to restore it, and that seems to have worked as far as the iPod itself is concerned; no more exclamation mark folder, and it looks find as far as I can tell otherwise, except of course for the fact that it's empty. And that I can't re-upload my songs, becausemy computer (fucking elf!) won't recognise it, either in iTunes or as an external disk, and the Updater, which took ages to actually recognise the damned thing the first time, now just hangs on it as well. I've tried uninstalling and reinstalling both iTunes and the Updater, because when I ran Scandisk, it said there was something wrong with some files in a folder called iPod_controls, but I didn't have time to retry it this morning, so I don't know if that's worked or not, bu I have a bad feeling about it.

Anyone else have any ideas, short of sending my wee baby away to be fixed?

sikrit message to [livejournal.com profile] ruby_fruit: help! i had a firefly/marvel crossover dream! with femslash! and sarcasm! *flails, blames you*

bubosquared: (blah)
( Jan. 26th, 2004 06:13 pm)
  1. I had this really weird dream this morning, in which a nuclear bomb went off over Antwerp, and without going into detail, let me just say at least I know now that my faith won't fail me in the end. Good to know, I suppose, although I'd have liked to gain that knowledge through something else than my worst fear come through (well, in dream-shape). However.
  2. Tangentially related, I remember I once had this song on tape, about God looking down on the world and not seeing anything wrong because everything's all peaceful and nice and green and blue, and I cannot for the life of me remember either the title, the artist, or even a shred of the actual lyrics. Does anyone know what I'm on about?
  3. Page 73 of Luck in the Shadows and I already want Alec/Seregil. This does not bode well.
bubosquared: (freak)
( Feb. 13th, 2003 03:19 am)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: days

Bugger all, I've forgotten my "Working" disk at home. Argh. (Yes, self, because you would've gotten any writing done otherwise?) Also, my head hurts, and people suck. Let's see, anything else I could complain about?

Did not get any cleaning done yesterday because [livejournal.com profile] someidiothasice linked to Bagenders, and Lord on a Stick is this amusing. I went from hysterical laughter to wild coughing fit to insane giggling to falling off my chair waving a little white flag. Utter Brilliance. And the rest of the page is amusing as well, esecially the fanfic dictionary.

AU: Cunning way of utterly ignoring every salient plot fact about a given movie/tv programme except for the most important one, i.e. that it stars Ewan MacGregor.
Bondage: 1)Large amounts of films about 007. 2)Tying people up for pleasure. Important: Must be theirs as well as yours.

Had SciFi!LotR dream tonight, which featured Boromir as someone acting suspciously like Han Solo, Legolas being a fighter pilot, and random snogging. Um. I fear my brain.



bubosquared: (blah)
( Feb. 11th, 2003 12:44 pm)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 132 days

My day thus far:

  • Woke up from a nightmare at 6AM. Two nightmares in a year is really too much, brain. No, really.
  • Residu shakiness from nightmare caused me to nearly burn my eyebrows off when trying to light a fag.
  • Did not get any breakfast down because of aforementioned shakiness.
  • Due to miscommunications et al., spent hour and a half running around Brussels and ended up 45 minutes late for a meeting I was supposed to be half hour early for.
  • Due to running to try and get to meeting in time, went through my knee.
  • Developed a sinus headache, and the only painkiller that really help against my sinus headaches is Sinutab, which knocks me out cold, especially on an empty stomach.
  • Did not have any coffee until 11:45.
  • Had forgotten my wallet over here yesterday so I couldn't buy breakfast, or tobacco, or anything.
  • Spent the remaining hour of the meeting taking minutes and notes of discussions I did not understand at all

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

In better news, I now do have coffee, and cigarettes, and also, a baby cousin! :D First one on my mum's side of the family, a boy named Jobbe. Which, yes, still leaves me my oma's only granddaughter, and thus the favourite. (And bugger, I forgot to ask my mum if they'd decided on the godmother yet. They were thinking of asking my grandmother, but she's already my godmother, and my mum would really like to.)

Aaaand the Believers are at it again. I'm assuming this is brought on by the article in the Guardian? As I said to Molly: "THE GUARDIAN HAS CAUGHT THE GAY!" And that's all I'm going to say about this thing, lest I end up a gibbering, nervous wreck in a corner of the room. No, seriously, people, this shit makes my skin crawl. This is almost enough to make me want to go back in time and stop the rise of RPS. Yes, it's that bad.

Okay, no, I will say this: The Guardian article is not evidence that the Believers are right. It's just evidence that the Believers are loud enough to be picked up by mainstream media. You know who else is that loud? Conspiracy theorists of all kinds. Which, I suppose, the Believers are a part of. And now, I'm going to go and hide in HP fandom, because suddenly, that seems rather sane to me. (Note to any Believers who might be reading this: Please have mercy on my fraggled nerves and don't argue with me. I've given up on this cause, I'm just preaching to the choir of my friends, here. You won't get an answer unless you miraculously manage to sound actually sane. Which isn't going to happen.)

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

Oh, yes, the WiPs thing Silvia started. I don't have many WiPs, mostly because I tend to chew on a bunny for a long time, and don't actually start it until I really hear the first paragraph, and once I'm past that, I can usually finish it within a month or so.

My WiPs, with first paragraphs. )

All of that is, of course, not counting the numerous bunnies I have, or even Strange Love, which is technically a WiP, but not really.

Want to go hoooooome! Whine.

bubosquared: (ramblin)
( Feb. 6th, 2003 10:29 am)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 137 days

Man. I watch one episode of The West Wing and already there kissing? Dude. Also, awwwwww. Any recs, anyone? Please?

In other TV news, I watched Urban Legend yesterday, and um. Has Michael Rosenbaum ever played a role that was even remotely straight?

Also, I should apparently not be allowed to buy dyke porn on my own. M/m porn? No problem. I've bought half a dozen gay porn novels over the course of the last three years, and while they weren't all brilliant or even good, they were passable. So a year or so ago, I got some lesbian pron from Amazon, thinking hey, I've been lucky with m/m porn, how bad could it be? Apparently, really bad. I read one page and put it back down, and only recently managed to read the whole thing. Man, this book is crap.

I mean, seriously. Take any fanfic rant/pet peeve/advice page. Any of them, doesn't matter. I guarantee you, this book (and it's really more of a booklet) violates at least two of the peeves on it. It's littered with italics, parentheses, the works.

And then there's the content, which is ... odd, to say the least. Now, I admit, my experience with dyke erotica is rather limited, but last time I checked, anything involving an actual cock is not lesbian. No, really. A number of stories also involve strap-ons, and while I'm prepared to make allowances for taste, I have to frown when a story goes on at some length about being fucked with a strap-on, and how much better it is than just fingers. I'm sorry, but if you want a cock that much, get a real one.

Someone want to reccommend some good lesbian porn?

And now, a word on the posting limit ... I agree with kat; three to five posts a day is really not that limiting, and if it takes the strain of the servers, we'll all be better for it. And really, even in my heydays, I very rarely posted more than twenty times a day. Granted, it might have implications for the owl tag game in LN, but that's easily solved by posting return owls in comments, I think.

That said, my account expires at the end of the month, and I'm thinking of switching to some sort of on-site thing. Not because of LJ itself, but because of friends list politics. I've been considering this since my paid account first ran out in ... June? July? But then people kept buying me renewals, so I put off the decision a bit longer every time. Right now, though, I'm rather sick of the whole thing. (Then again, the convenience of the friends list is so very addicting.)

In other news, I dreamed about Bole last night. Sadly, no smut was involved. Where do I file a complaint?

bubosquared: (Default)
( Oct. 11th, 2002 01:12 pm)
So for the second time (that I can remember) in a row, I've dreamed about me having a kid to take care of. Not my kid, as in I didn't give birth to them, but I was effectively their mother nonetheless. This time, it was a kid I actually know, although she's fifteen now and not the toddler she was in my dream.

Can I just say, "Huh?"

Dear subconciousness

I'm not even twenty-two yet. Can we hold off the ticking of the biological clock just a bit? Like, at least until I'm as old as my mother was when I was born? Please?

Absolutely no love, and more than a little baffled,

bubosquared: (ramblin' mind)
( Sep. 16th, 2002 09:53 pm)
Okay, I take that back. This was the freakiest dream I've ever had. Exept it's less "WTF am I on?" and more "Wow, all those years reading SF&F really fucked up my brain," with a side order of "Hm, I could turn this into a story if it wasn't so cliché."

It was ... the future, I guess, although I felt only a few years older than now. We were all locked up in big buildings, sort of like hospitals. I was in the basement somewhere, with a bunch of guys (no girls, I don't think), and or ... guard, I guess, died, and we couldn't get out. We called someone, but they couldn't help us without a code that only the guard knew. So we decided to commit suicide, by using some sort of radiation substance (radium?), but instead I guess we decided to try once more to escape, and it worked.

Next thing I know me and a group of girls/women are leading a whole bunch of children, mostly girls, to an exit. I remember seeing lots of labs along the way, where experiments were being done on people, and I remember one lab in particular that had lots of little kids and a sign outside indicating "Last rape: xxhxx". We were standing around an exit, waiting for them to open (someone was sabotaging the central locking system, I think), and being all nervous because people kept coming up askig what we were doing, and then the doors opened and we ran outside and I screamed with happiness.

And then there was the aftermath, where I was talking to one of the other women, and I had twoof the little girls in my arms, and I remember saying "Oh, no. These are mine," and I was grinning, deliriously happy in that way when you just can't stop laughing. But then I started talking to some of the other people who'd escaped, because apparently us getting out kind of overthrew whoever the fuck was in charge, and one of the people I talked to bitched to me that he was happier inside, where he didn't have to make any decisions on his own. (Freaky thing was, he was the guy I used to sit next to in Maths, who later turned out to be gay. Don't know if that's of any significane, but there you go.)

Somebody want to explain this to me?

bubosquared: (muse)
( Sep. 14th, 2002 05:06 pm)

You know, Katie keeps telling me my brain is completely permeated by slash, and I always kinda thought I wasn't that bad, but now ...

I had a Pinky and the Brain SLASH DREAM!

Somebody kill me?

bubosquared: (muse)
( Jul. 9th, 2002 10:03 pm)
My dad just had the excellent timing of waking me up in the middle of a Marcus/Oliver, Marcus/Draco, Draco/Harry dream. Which is bad, cauyse I want it back, but good cause at leadst now I remember it. Even if I don't think it's a particularily good/feasable bunny type dream.
bubosquared: (bored)
( Jul. 7th, 2002 06:51 pm)
Am awake again. What's with this sleeping in shifts bullshit, dammit? Stupid body. And I kinda wanna go back to bed already, because I had some Marcus/Oliver-ness in my dream, involving singing. I really, really like my brain sometimes.

*pokes RP* Somebody say something! *whine*

bubosquared: (sad)
( Jun. 22nd, 2002 09:03 am)
Well, that sure qualifies as the weirdest dream I've had in um. Ages. Dude. When one dreams about two guys (just random guys, really) being incredibly affectionate, having someone ask them to keep down the PDAs, and then claiming one of them's straight, that's a real, honest-to-god slash dream, isn't it? I'm very amused. Especially because "They're incredibly skilled at having Hot Monkey Sex with each other but they're Not Gay, Just In Love" is one of the things which, when I encounter it in an actual story, make me roll my eyes and hit the back button.

*eyes various mini-kernuffles on friends list*

Eh, whatever. Gonna see if I can get some more sleep. I went to sleep at four, body. Stop waking up at nine or I'll clobber you.

(And then, we go get groceries, do laundry, buy a TV, ... Feh. Housework. I need a vacation.)

Took a nap, and not only is my headache gone, but my brain apparently figured that the best way to make it disappear would be to give me Beckham/Owen dreams.

Sometimes, living and breathing slash has its perks. ^____^ I love slash dreams.

I don't remember much details, but there was much sappiness, and Becks being all worried about Owen's injury, and cuteness and sweet cuddling and also sex.

And in completely other new, Leena? Have you seen this picture? >:)

And now, we feed, and then we try to decide what to wear to go out! Whee dancing!

bubosquared: (Default)
( May. 27th, 2002 10:10 am)
Dude. I dreamed of the Justin-goat from Beth's (now retired?) icon last night. Woa.
bubosquared: (blah)
( Apr. 10th, 2002 11:46 am)
So, last night, After signing off of AIM, I watched the medleys one last time, checked my friends page for one more time, and went to bed in a happy ball of squee. That was around one AM.

Around four AM, I woke up, sobbing and halfway screaming, from the first actual nightmare I can remember ever having. I literally tripped out of bed, threw on some clothes, managed to remember my keys, thankfully, and went downstairs. It wasn't until I could actually see the sky, the stars, and breathe in actual fresh air, that I began to really wake up.

I tried to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but my hands were shaking so badly I didn't dare risk it.

Even now, I can't remember a lot of the details of this nightmare. I remember fire, and bombs, and gunshots. Lots of violence. The dead, mutilated body of my youngest brother. Bodies everywhere. Blood. More fire, more gunshots. Everywhere. Feeling like there was no escaping, no safe haven anywhere.

After twenty minutes, I calmed down enough to go back upstairs, take a quick shower, re-make my bed, and go back to sleep for a bit. No more nightmares that time, thankfully.

If it takes me another twenty-one years to have my next proper nightmare, I'll be glad.

bubosquared: (squee!)
( Mar. 29th, 2002 08:19 pm)
So I just took a nap, and had what is possibly the weirdest, but most squee-inducing, dream ever.

For those of you just tuning in, yes, I dream about my fannish obsssions on a semi-regular basis. This s nothing new. I am, after all, a born a bred fangirl, and I've been obsessing and dreaming about obsessions since I was about seven. I've had a Metallica showersex GSF dream, I've had crossover dreams, I've even had a dream wherein the BSB broke up and Nick decided to go out in a blaze of glory by doinga shoot in a gay magazine. With Justin. I loved and cherish all those dreams, but today's one is my favourite so far.

I dreamed I was watching Puppy videos (which is why I'm sure it was, in fact, a dream, because not only do I not have Puppy vids, I don't even own a working VCR) of, like, interviews and stuff, and there was just. Eeee! So much cuteness! There was Chris! Licking Justin! And then Justin giggled and squirmed and pushed at Chris and made it into a joke, and dammit, [livejournal.com profile] cliokat, get out of my brain!

Let's see, I can remember Joy hugging and pettng just about everyone, and Chris jumping on his (Joey's) back and yelling something about the Italian Stallion, and then there was my absolute favourite part of the whole dream. Joey and Justin standing side my side, Joey with his arm casuaully flung around Justin's shoulders, and it looks like they're onstage talking to the audience, and for reasons I can't remember, Justin gets kind of embarrassed and Joey hugs him close and Justin hides his face in joey's chestand kinda snuggles into it.

I love my brain. *happysigh*

bubosquared: (Huh?)
( Mar. 13th, 2002 07:51 am)
Mugh. I think that headache last night was a sign of a tumor or something, because woa with te freaky dreams!

There was, at some point, *NSync/BSB GGSF. Not too freaky that, or indeed even unusual. I dream about slash on a semi-regular basis.

There was Silvia and her army of rats. Yes, rats. Like, a thousand of them. And she was leading them in an attack on ... something. I can't remember. I think I got distracted by masterful!Silvia. And her army of rats! My brain isn't too subtle.

I believe Eminem was slinking around in the back of my mind somewhere as well, and oh! There was Dylan/Baez cuteness. Het! I dreamed about het! Canon het! I'm tainted!

And the last thing I remember is my brother turning into Justin.


bubosquared: (working)
( Mar. 11th, 2002 03:46 pm)
WTF? BSB broke up? (Okay, just a rumour, but still.)


I dreamt about that a few nights ago. Of course, the rest of the dream had Nick "going out in a blaze of glory" by doing a photoshoot for some gay magazine. With Justin. Which would fit in nicely with the frumour that Brit and Justin broke up. Hmski.

(And according to People In The Kow, the shaved head is back. Squeee! Yes, I know I'm the only one to prefer this look to the 'fro. Go 'way, I'm happy in my little world.)


God? I don't usually ask for favours, but um. Pretty please?.

Reunion Countdown: 17 days
No Longer A Pedophile Countdown: 182 days

Dude. With the freaky dreams. Lots of dismembered bodyparts that kept on living after being um. Disbodied. And yet, not a nightmare. I keep having dreams that would be nightmares for normal people, and be completely non-freaked by them. htis is my mind on an adolescense of Stephen King, people.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] asilvahalo and [livejournal.com profile] mydarkstar were in another part of my dream, being Cadadian. Or at least saying "Eh?" a whole lot.

At least in her dream I get to cook breakfast and snark at Bono.
bubosquared: (Default)
( Feb. 21st, 2002 01:22 am)
That makes three night in a row where people have dreamed about me. WTF?


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