Jul. 25th, 2014 02:16 pm
deird1: Azula, with a slightly snarky expression (Azula eyes)
Try this on for size.

- I used to have bad acne.
- Because of this, I went on the pill.
- The pill works (contraception-wise) by tricking your body into thinking it's pregnant, hence not releasing ova.
- The pill took away my acne issues.

And yet...

- I am now actually pregnant.
- I now have lots of bad acne.

How can fake-pregnancy decrease acne, while actual-pregnancy increases it? Has logic decided not to exist, or something?
deird1: a chibi of Kitty from P&P, with text "what do you keep winking at me for?" (Kitty winking)
Things in my life right now:

- I have started eating porridge for breakfast*. It is YUMMY.

- We went to a different church this week, which was awesome. Our regular church is quiet, solemn, and rather lifeless - as well as being quite challenging to meet people. This church is friendly, enthusiastic, and SINGS WITH GUSTO, which we've missed a great deal. (Not a comment on worship style, precisely. But when your church service feels more like a funeral, it becomes rather wearying.)

- The internet went down yesterday, taking away half my possible activities. *pines* Thankfully, it has now returned.

- Brought a huge amount of wool to Germany with me, with the intention of making a huge blanket that would
a) keep me warm
b) occupy my crocheting time for several months, in case I couldn't find more wool here.
I am now utterly sick of my half-finished blanket, and am plotting trips to wool shops to buy supplies for making baby things. It would be rather ludicrous to teach myself to crochet and not make my baby crocheted things, after all.

- Have finished Veronica Mars (except the movie). It's rather fun.

- Am getting kicked awake at 3am every morning, and thus missing out on a proper night's sleep. Can't wait until this kid is born, so that it can actually be put down away from my internal organs once in a while.

* My appetite being somewhat increased by pregnancy, it's actually my third breakfast of the day, following yoghurt and cereal.
deird1: Mother Gothel, swooning dramatically (Gothel swoon)
Today I'm getting to witness Germans at their most wimpy.

It is, you see, a terribly hot day, and they're all worried about surviving the awful heat.

...of 30 degrees. *faints dramatically at such dreadfully warm weather*

(Americans: this is 86 Fahrenheit)

I'm just going to sit here in my non-air-conditioned house, happily lettting the wonderfully cool breeze waft fresh summer air through every room. Later, I might go for a walk.

(Note my lack of blocking up every door and window, blasting air-conditioned coolness into every corner, stocking up on icecubes, realising some rooms are a lost cause and blocking them off so the air-con can cope with a smaller space, wishing I could remove several layers of skin, sleeping naked on the floor of the living room, and cowering from the horrible skin-searing sun. Because this is not Australia.)

Remember the knife scene from Crocodile Dundee? Right now, I feel kinda like that. "You call that summer? THIS is summer."
deird1: Dawn looking at Spike, with text "badder than you" (Dawn badder than you)
...and I just finished season 2.

In which Veronica is a bit silly.

spoilers )
deird1: Willow and Tara looking amused, with text "Willow & Tara think you are nuts" (Willow Tara nuts)
Something I've been curious about for years, and never been able to get a satisfactory answer to? What it feels like when a baby is kicking you. So, now I'm here to enlighten those of you who've also wondered this for years.

I'm only at 22 weeks, so, for the record, we're not talking the standard movie kicking, where the pregnant lady grimaces, holds her side, and mentions how much they're kicking again. This is... slightly less dramatic, and slightly weirder.

There are currently three kicking stages.

Stage 1: Wizz-Fiz

Aussies will be familiar with Wizz Fizz. For the rest of you: it's a really fine sherbety powder that's insanely fizzy and makes your whole mouth feel like it's full of tingly foam.

Picture that, but in your intestines.

Stage 2: Random heavy heartbeats

You know how, sometimes, your heart will start thumping really dramatically and you can feel it pounding in your chest?

A couple of beats of that, but again - somewhere south of your navel.

Stage 3: Shifting body parts

I am currently sitting on a couch. A few minutes ago, my belly suddenly moved a good inch to the right, without warning me about it. I just... felt things decide to move and settle in a different location.

Imagine your breasts suddenly arranging themselves in a different position to how your bra normally holds them, and you'll sort of get the idea.

The thing with this is, it's not like you spend a week at stage 1, then a week at stage 2, and so on. A few weeks ago, the most dramatic karate kicks this kid could do were only going to register as stage 1 from my perspective. Now, huge kicks are more of a stage 3 thing, nonchalant poking is stage 2, and the tiniest fidgets are stage 1.

...and occasionally they settle down and I go back to being a totally normal human being who happens to have an enormous tummy.
deird1: Fred looking nervous (Fred nervous)
...I'm seriously stuck.

I've had a lot of work suddenly due all at once, which is a problem because I'm not good at tight schedules at the best of times, let alone when I suddenly need to throw up or lie down at random intervals. But I've been tackling it valiently.

I have three things due by next week. Last night, I finished number 1! Go me!

Sent number 1 off with a triumphant "finished!" email, and felt very relieved that I only had to cram 2 and 3 into next week.

Just woke up to an email of "you can't be finished, because there's more to part 1 and it's not due to reach you until tomorrow".


...why on earth didn't they send me that bit with the rest of it? And what the heck do I do now?

Not sure what to do about letting them know my scheduling issues. Especially since 2 and 3 both go to different people (1 and 2 are to the same person), and neither of them really values the other person's project. Hence the freaking out.
deird1: puppet!Angel brooding, with text "brood brood brood brood brood brood brood brood brood" (PuppetAngel brood)
Okay. So, I went to hospital a few months ago.

Americans, as far as I can gather, would say that I went to the hospital.

Then, while I was in hospital (otherwise known as in the hospital), the husband came and visited me.

Talking about this with him yesterday, I mentioned that he'd "gone to the hospital". From an American standpoint, this seems like it would mean he'd been injured and was lying in a hospital bed. So... how would someone in America indicate that a person had physically gone to the hospital building, but wasn't a patient? Or do you have to spell it out like that?
deird1: Aeryn with the silly blonde wig (Aeryn princess)
Halfway through pregnancy, and starting to enjoy it.

I'm throwing up a lot less, and eating a lot more. Unfortunately, the First Trimester Of DOOM not only made me horribly underweight, but also took away every scrap of muscle I had. (Lying down for a month and a half will do that to you.) So it's been quite challenging trying to get myself capable of highly taxing activities like... walking down the street.

I'm feeling pretty accomplished, though, because yesterday I walked for an hour and didn't need to lie down afterwards. Go me!

The kidlet has apparently decided that kicking me is fun. I keep feeling what, from the squirmy one's perspective, are undoubtedly monster kicks with a great deal of force behind them. In other words, from a normal person, they'd be lightly dabbing at my arm with as much gentleness as they could muster. I can barely feel a thing, unless I'm lying down and completely still. It's getting more noticeable, though, so in a few weeks it'll probably feel as dramatic as anything.

Am quite big, but still fit my clothes.
deird1: Twilight Sparkle's hot air balloon (MLP:FiM hot air balloon)
Switzerland is PRETTY.

We went to Lauterbrunnen Valley – which I highly recommend – and saw lots of waterfalls, two lakes, and plenty of mountains. Seriously beautiful.

I briefly lost my camera – my precious, precious camera, with all my Paris and Switzerland photos! – but thankfully the restaurant I'd left it at found it for me, so hurrah! I must take advantage of this good fortune to post some photos of the pretty. And I will, I promise... just as soon as I've had a nap or three.
deird1: Faith and Wesley, with text "rogue demon hunters" (Faith Wesley rogue demon hunters)
[personal profile] dr_carrot is here, and being highly awesome. This is the only Friend Visit I get while I'm over here, so I'm making the most of it. Thankfully, she is all doctory, and wonderfully understanding about my need to suddenly collapse at random points throughout the day. She also "whoa"d at my baby bump, hence confirming my suspicion that I really am getting that big.

Today we explored Stuttgart; tomorrow we will have awesome (and very needed) massages; on the weekend we will go and explore Switzerland.
deird1: Buffy and Willow smiling at each other (Buffy Willow friends)
If anyone would like a free copy of Joss Whedon's Much Ado for their downloadable enjoyment, I've got one going begging.

It's valid for the US only, which is why I'm not using it myself.

(ETA: nabbed by [personal profile] velvetwhip)
deird1: the Trio as Greek gods, with text "we are as gods!!!" (Trio as gods)
Taking a short break from my very fascinating life to educate you all about a great Aussie food: the Hamburger With The Lot.

First up (and just aimed at Americans) - it's not a "sandwich". This is a language issue I've always found weird – Americans seem to classify every single instance of sliced food between bread as a sandwich, and hence end up calling all sorts of things sandwiches even when they're clearly subs or hamburgers.

brief explanation with visual aids )

So. On to specifics.

To have a proper Aussie hamburger, one should go to a fish and chip shop, where they will have a fine selection of fillings available to you. So, you could look at the filling options and ask for a hamburger "with cheese and tomato", or "with bacon", or simply decide that everything on the menu looks incredibly appetising, so you'll get one "with the lot".

Generally, a hamburger with the lot will include:
- the bread roll
- the meat patty
- lettuce
- tomato
- onion
- cheese
- bacon*
- a fried egg
- beetroot
- tomato sauce

It may also come with pineapple.

The egg is essential. So is the beetroot (although I am a philistine, and tend to decline that bit). They are what makes it a truly Aussie burger. They also make it delicious.

A demonstration:

It should barely fit between your jaws. Otherwise it's just not trying hard enough.

* Please note: there is a significant difference between Aussie bacon and American bacon.


May. 27th, 2014 07:57 am
deird1: Willow dressed as vamp!Willow, with text "ceci n'est pas une vampire" (this is not a vampire) (Willow (french vampire))
Stuttgart is orderly; Paris is chaotic. Stuttgart is quiet; Paris is loud. Stuttgart is docile; Paris is on fire.

...or at least, that's how it seemed to me.

We had a fun weekend. I have now seen:
- the Louvre (incuding the Mona Lisa and Ecce Homo)
- Sacre Coeur
- Versailles
- the Arc de Triomphe
- the Eiffel Tower
- Notre Dame


(I'm also recovering from morning sickness enough to walk around a city for three days. True, I got home and utterly collapsed for day four, but I'm still counting it as a good thing.)

bon voyage

May. 22nd, 2014 02:30 pm
deird1: Eugene, trying to "smoulder" Rapunzel into setting him free (Eugene smoulder)
Going offline for a couple of days – the husband and I are going to Paris. Try not to explode the internet until I get back.
deird1: Kennedy looking stubborn, with text "And you'll be stopping me... how?" (Kennedy stopping me how)
The Remix has gone public, so I'm now allowed to claim my own. Here it is.

Title: The Ropes (the Once And Again Upon A Time remix)
Rating: G
Word Count: 2620

Original Story: Ear Full of Cider by M. Scott Eiland

Summary: Every Watcher has something new to learn.

let's make a bet )


May. 6th, 2014 12:30 pm
deird1: Andrew - with James Bond style intro (Andrew james bond)
This is the story of how a young fanficcer, taking her first steps into a new world of fandom, eagerly decided to do lots of research to make her fic extra-awesome, and did just enough research to totally screw up the whole thing.

Here's the thing. I'm not really a Star Trek fan, but I know the vague outline. These days, having looked at much of TV Tropes, I'm a bit more conversant than I was 6 years ago. Which... brings us to our story.

You see, I was writing a teeny ficlet starring Andrew. Nothing major - just 300 words or so. But I was trying hard to write him well, and keep it in character, and I threw in a Trek reference, because, why not?

The joke was that Andrew had gone to a convention, very eager to get a signature from an actor. An actor who'd only been in a single episode, but of course, Andrew being Andrew, he knew exactly what the guy's name was and which episode he'd been in, and was very eager to line up for a signature., I went on IMDB and Wikipedia, and looked at Voyager episodes, trying to find a one-episode character I could use. None of that making up names for me, oh no. I was going to do it properly. Sure enough, I found a character who'd only appeared once, put him in my fic, and thought no more about it.

Until a few weeks ago. When I was re-reading some of my old fic.

And I got to the one with Andrew, and was reading it happily when I got to the Star Trek bit and thought "...hang on. That sounds familiar."

Because, yes, I've been hanging round fandom for several years now. No matter how much Trek you don't watch, there's a few facts you're bound to pick up.

It took me less than a minute to check. And then several minutes more to stop headdesking, because, you see, what I'd done...

Well, what I'd done was have Andrew line up at a convention to get a signature from Commander Riker, that's what. Mister Growing-The-Beard Himself.

Which totally changes the line, and also makes Andrew look slightly moronic for talking about Riker coming from Voyager when he's actually from Next Gen.

Yes, I'm an idiot. Feel free to mock me. *grins*
deird1: Fred squeeing, with love hearts (Fred squee)
You guys. Europe is so pretty.

I mean, yeah. I knew this. I've been drooling over pictures of England for years. But it really is.

What do I mean by this?
1) The grass is green. Like, really.
2) There are forests. Actual forests.
3) The forests are clear at ground level, so you can see through them rather than having two-metres-tall ferns in every direction.
4) The trees are really good at that whole "dappled sunlight" thing.
5) There are pretty flowers everywhere.

But mostly... it's the European gardens thing.

When I say "European gardens", I don't just mean "gardens that happen to exist on the continent of Europe". It's actually a type of garden – one I have often seen in Australia.

You see, when the colonists first came over to Australia, they had to leave behind their gardens. Gardens which were full of neat flowerbeds, manicured lawns, and trimmed hedges. Gardens sort of like this:

Or this:

And, being rather sentimental, they came to Australia and promptly started trying to replant their beautiful European gardens in the good old Aussie dirt. It... didn't work very well.

We have different soil, different weather, different temperatures, and different... just about everything else that you need for gardening. So the European gardens in Australia take an awful lot of work, and still never quite live up to their full potential. Quite a few people realised this, and have instead planted beautiful gardens full of native plants. They're lovely – but end up in quite a different style to the European ones.

So, the nice gardens I have seen have been 50% gorgeous native gardens, and 50% kind-of-nice European gardens. Now, though... I'm in Europe. And just walking down the street, I will see the gardens that the Australian European gardens are shooting for. THEY'RE GORGEOUS.

It makes me feel sorry for the settlers. They had to leave their pretty pretty gardens behind, put in twice as much effort for a much more lackluster result, and didn't really have the know-how with native plants to do anything as lovely with them.

(BRB, enjoying the outdoors.)


deird1: Fred looking pretty and thoughful (Default)

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