damkianna: A cap of Milo from Disney's Atlantis, with accompanying emoticon: "\o/". (\o/)
I swore to myself that I wouldn't post until I'd done the second [community profile] ladiesbigbang check-in, and I swore to myself that I wouldn't do that until I had broken 30k on the fic. Which I did! Sadly for me, it is ... still not quite half-done. D: Why, brain? Why is it always epics? I also can't wait to edit it, because ... well. It's not as bad as it could be, but it could still use some work.

Anyway. I absolutely LOATHE HEAT, so this hasn't been the best week ever, but I've still managed to get some weeding done by going at about 7:00 in the morning. And then spending the rest of the day lying on the couch trying not to move too much. Before it got too bad, I got another bowl of those magnificent blackberries - well, okay, black raspberries. Whatever. Point is, they're out again this year, and they are just as gigantic and gorgeous as last year. I also had to give up a little blood to pick them, same as last year, and again, I got that funny sense of appropriateness about it. If you want fabulous black raspberries, then you've got to be willing to get pricked.

The Fourth was pretty good. Too hot for my taste, of course, but we got to go over to a friend's family's house for dinner, and show them Stranger Than Fiction, which they had not seen before and absolutely loved. I was a little worried about it; I love that movie, but it can take pretty hefty suspension of disbelief for some people to get past the premise and just enjoy it. But it all worked out! \o/

I wish I had something intelligent to say about Vividcon, but I've never been and I have only just begun to scratch the surface of the wonderful world of vids. Some blithering about my personal opinion below. )

In lighter, more squeeful news, I am getting seriously overwhelmed by shows. I need a Time-Turner, I cannot watch HawthoRNe and Covert Affairs at the same time. :P (Please, Covert Affairs, be good. You don't have to be great, I am not a demanding viewer. Just be decent!) I keep forgetting to post about Burn Notice, but it should suffice to say: ♥♥♥♥♥! I am still happy, and looking forward to wherever they're going with this whole badass-hot-assassin-lady thing. I also managed to catch the end of last season/beginning of this season set of Warehouse 13 episodes last night, and all I can say is: I LOVE CLAUDIA. AND EVERYONE ELSE. Including maybe a bit of a spoiler. )

... I still can't believe I have a job. D:

**thunk**.

Aug. 24th, 2009 12:47 pm
damkianna: A cap of the Reverend Mother from the Dune miniseries, with accompanying text: "Space cowgirl." (Default)
We have taken to calling the guineas "peeps", because "guineas" is too long for us lazy people, and I keep forgetting that the proper word for baby guineas is "keet", instead of "chick".

So.

The peeps are deeply attached to me - or, well, to people in general. )

I've been so occupied with them that I haven't written much of anything lately, but presumably that will change once I'm back at school - I tend to end up with weirdly huge amounts of free time when I'm there, which is perhaps because I have almost no social life at all. \o/ I certainly hope it does, since there's oodles of cliché-bingo-based stuff yet to do, and also I am still slogging away at the great HP AU.

I had another very strange dream; not much of this one stuck, except for the very strong impression that 1) I spent at least part of it in some back section of Dan & Whit's that was ... a restaurant, instead of the stock-feed-and-gardening supply part that's actually in the back of D&W's, and 2) at some later point I was at home, and I passed Adam Lambert on the stairs as I went to fish the peeps out of the sink, where they had somehow ended up. Clearly I have been reading too much AI8 lately.
damkianna: A cap of the Reverend Mother from the Dune miniseries, with accompanying text: "Space cowgirl." (omg yays!)
We have been joined by Evey (V For Vendetta - and Eve, from Wall-E, for short). She's the triplet in the set including Clarissa and Dorothea; Clary and DG, you could tell apart by their beaks, but Evey's looks about the same as Clary's. So we've had to look at their actual feathers: right behind the eye, where their stripes get squeezed as they twist down their heads, Clary has a spot, DG has a line, and Evey has kind of a question mark/hook shape.

They actually are taking after their namesakes a little, if we pretend that Abby was named for NCIS Abby - she is dark-feathered and sweet and bold, and likes to climb things and bolt around with her wings out. Bella has a particular tone of cheep just for griping, and likes to nap when everybody else is running around. Clary's much better-tempered and calmer, as is DG. Evey, sadly, has not had very much time since she hatched at 10:30 last night to show personality, but I'm sure she will.
damkianna: A cap of the Reverend Mother from the Dune miniseries, with accompanying text: "Space cowgirl." (omg yays!)
Aaaaaand we have Dorothea! (Double reference: Middlemarch, and we may be calling her Dot, as in A Bug's Life, for short. DG is also a possibility.) She looks very, very similar to Clarissa, but the end of her beak is a lighter color. She's not yet fully poofed out, but she's working on it.

\o/!
damkianna: A cap of Milo from Disney's Atlantis, with accompanying emoticon: "\o/". (\o/)
Abby has now been joined by Bella - yes, really; she's even more ungainly than Abby, and very pale-colored, to boot - and Clarissa.

Yes, for the lack of any real naming scheme aside from nerdery, we are going with the alphabet. (The reasoning is as follows: Abigail is also the name of my sister's coworker's very new daughter, who was also a couple days early; Bella is ... yeah; and Clarissa is the first name of one of my favorite characters, Saunders, from Mr. Smith Goes To Washington. Only the latter two are truly nerdy.)

Bella hatched quite excitingly during The Daily Show last night; my dad was the only one who stayed upstairs with the TV, and even he came down once Bella had finally finished kicking her shell off. She dried out relatively quickly, and made friends with Abby almost immediately - it probably helped that they were both very tired, and thus perfectly content to have somebody to nap with.

Clarissa hatched overnight. My mother happened to be up at about three or four in the morning, and decided to check on the eggs, and there was Clarissa, freshly-hatched and about to dunk herself in the water bowl.

All three of them are fluffy, now, and wrestling for the best position on my collarbone, where I am storing them temporarily so that I can use both hands to type. Guineas are relatively easy to tame if you handle them a lot from the very first day; I just can't seem to stop handling them. They just make such sad noises when I put them away in their cage! DDDDDDDD:

Yes, I will probably keep spamming with guinea updates until they're all hatched. Possibly when I get up for lunch, I'll take the opportunity to grab the camera and post pictures. :D
damkianna: A cap of the Reverend Mother from the Dune miniseries, with accompanying text: "Space cowgirl." (omg yays!)
OMG GUINEAS.

Well, okay, that's an overstatement - there is only one guinea, a lovely little two-day-early girl we have tentatively dubbed Abigail. She is brown and fluffy and her balance is terrible (I was briefly tempted to name her Bella, no lie). She also cheeps the cheep of the damned whenever I take my hand away from her, which means I'm typing this one-handed and have done nothing useful at all today.

Lucky for her she's so cute.

My mother has heard more peeping from inside the as-yet-unhatched eggs that are still incubating, so hopefully Abigail will have a sister or two out by tonight to keep her company; I am so not holding her all night, no matter how pitifully she cheeps.

... Probably.
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I have a super thrilling pair of accounts to add to my collection of wildlife stories, both of them to do with what I'm fairly sure were great blue herons. \o/

Account #1: My mother bought some kayaks this summer. )

And then there comes Account #2, where not a day, later, my sister and I are driving home from the grocery store, and what do we get stuck behind? )

I'm pretty sure I've seen herons around before, but at a much greater distance - sometimes we'd catch sight of one in the lagoon by the Montshire, and that kind of thing, but nothing like this. It was wonderful.

Anyway, on to slightly less interesting things - my birthday. Again. My sister's TTLY UNKNOWN present for me ended up getting sent to her old address at Clark University, which is where she graduated a little over a year ago; no word yet on whether they'll be sending it on. (I just hope they caught it in the office before it got to anybody's box; I can't imagine anybody passing on a free copy of ... uh, whatever it is.) However, this tragic news was made up for by the party my friends threw for me yesterday, which was lovely: we made cake and cupcakes and icing ourselves, before going to see Julie & Julia, and then coming back, making dinner, and nomming away. We also played games - Set, and Sequence, and way too many rounds of Spoons. (Sometimes we play things that don't start with S, I promise.)

K, who is very artistically inclined and does beautiful, rather impressionistic paintings of scenery, gave me one such painting; M gave me a lovely, barely-used copy of the fourth Harry Dresden book in French. ("Les Dossiers Dresden - Le Chevalier D'Été"! It's too bad the title puns don't work in French.) Which has had the bonus effect of broadening my library of French books to something other than the second and third Harry Potter books and Le Petit Prince. Not that I don't love reading Harry Potter in French, but it's usually less an exercise for the atrophying French parts of my brain, and more "... Oh, hey, so that's how you say that sentence - which I remember verbatim because I've read HP waaaaaaaaaaay too many times - in French!".

Because I have nothing better to do right now: Julie & Julia. ) It was good; it's not the love of my life, it doesn't reduce me to exclamation points and keyboard smashing, but it was sweet and fun to watch and it made me smile, and sometimes that's all I really want from a movie.

I had a brief argument with J while we were waiting for the movie over two things: first, RDJ as Sherlock Holmes, and second, the concept of slash. Explanation and further thoughts on the first. ) If somebody's going to remix me a funny, gritty, possibly wacky new take on Sherlock Holmes with RDJ and Jude Law in, I am totally okay with that, even if it does deviate from canon. I mean, obviously, I don't know; maybe it's going to be terrible and stupid and I'm going to hate it and wish I had never bothered arguing with J about it based on nothing more than a preview. But I have to say, at this point it looks exactly like my kind of movie.

The second was actually less an argument, and more a brief discussion where J said something I disagreed strongly with, I gave an audible rebuttal that was kind of half-hearted because I didn't want to blow things out of proportion, and then I spent a while poking at it in my head afterward. The basic context is that M said that she didn't really understand what slash was; J's response was that it was crack. ) I think J has adjusted her position somewhat since that point - going to Mount Holyoke has loosened her up a fair bit as far as issues of sexuality go - but I think I had been hoping it had been adjusted further than the baby step between "people only write slash because there's not girls enough for pairing fic" and "people only write slash because they like how crazy the whole idea is". Here's hoping that sooner or later I can maybe get her all the way to "people write slash for all kinds of different reasons, including 'because they ship it, and not as a crackship'", I guess.

And, wow, this got long. Clearly today is a wordy day for me - I should go rack up some wordcount on something, before the spirit of verbosity abandons me.
damkianna: A cap of the Reverend Mother from the Dune miniseries, with accompanying text: "Space cowgirl." (Default)
So I was mowing the lawn, like you do, because my mother said I had to and also it looked and still looks like it's going to rain this afternoon, which meant I couldn't put it off much. It was cool enough that I didn't have to change into shorts, but I didn't want to sweat through my shirt if I could possibly help it, so I took it off, and stuck with just a sports bra - not my usual, but nice our house is surrounded by trees, nobody could see me and it really was pretty muggy, if not all that hot. And I was listening to music, which meant I ended up doing a kind of hybrid dancing-mowing-mouthing-the-words thing; very dorky, and always cause for me to be glad that most of the time nobody else is home when I mow the lawn.

Another thing on my list of tasks was to trim the kiwi - possibly I have mentioned this, I don't know, but we have a kiwi ... bush? IDEK, that started out as just a little thing next to the south side of the porch, and has now grown into an enormous monster that covers the entirety of the porch railing on the south and east sides, and has only been prevented from swallowing the north end of the porch, too, by some aggressive pruning. (There's another one across the lawn from the first that grew up the fence and ate it; it gets far less trimming, so it's sort of a mass of greenery with great long tendrils winding out into the air, searching for something else to strangle. I like to call that one Cthulhu.)

Anyway, I was taking the kiwi bits down to the compost, still with the music on, and that was when I noticed some blackberries that were pretty much ripe. Less a story than an attempt to preserve a set of moments in my memory. ) Then I climbed up the slope around the side of the patch and onto the driveway proper, and picked a few last handfuls, and then carried the cat and a bowl full of blackberries back up to the house, with my feet coming down on the beat and Regina Spektor in my ears.

So. Today has pretty much managed to get itself categorized as a good day.

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