brute tactics

(*music for the masses)

AKA

Gabby Tries Internet Radio Broadcasting

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killians1978 knows what I'm up to. So far it's been running well, but I'm not pimping myself out.

http://72.231.204.251:8000/listen.pls

Go there when I'm up - to check when I'm up, IM me at 'djpatientzero'. I take requests, although I'm planning theme nights.

Happy Birthdays to - Austin, Eric and the Sir!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEGE AND MIKERS!

I don't beta, I hardly ever do, so all misspellings and weird turns-of-phrase should be taken with a grain of salt.

* Author’s Note *
The basis of some of the characters contained within this piece of work was a short-lived LiveJoural story group I crazily decided to start back in 2003. (Good Lord that was forever ago) While the game may not have lasted, the characters that were made did, and I love them like my own. Therefore, some of the names you see you might not know unless you were as enmeshed with Sanctuary as the players were. Also, in my prerogative as GM, some of the events of the Harry Potter series have changed due to the inclusion of these PCs. I’ve always been a fan of alternative universes, so I won’t make any apologies for the changes. It’s not like I’m making money off this!

This story owes life to one special person, who knows who she is; I’m grateful for all the role-playing we’ve ever done, especially the bonding between the main protagonists of this piece. Her partner has also always been a great influence to me, and I owe them credit for their enthusiasm that kept the game going for as long as it did. Thank you, both, for being who you are. I can only hope this fic lives up to your standards.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY M-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN~!

Damn your eyes, teshara ...

http://dragcave.net/user/tanaloth

Because this is hilarious. As flames go, I'm sure he spent a lot of time putting this together, so it deserves to get all the attention it can. I'm let down that it's mostly an attack and not constructive criticism, but it is the internet.

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Let me go on to say that I was flattered he used my gigantic-paragraph-experiment in a lampooning lemon fic he posted in the same fandom. I guess I made an impression with a four-year-old story.

Is it wrong to hope that Bettie Page passes away comfortably, so she and Sarah can meet each other?

Still numb. Haven't been able to express much like Mary, Heather Angel and Sean and Jerry have.

Have, however, found a song that seems to speak for me. And, go figure Dave, it's Technoir. Oddly again the album manages to capture me in a moment.

( lyrics )

Melodrama check. More to come.

Sarah passed away in her sleep. Details are still a mystery. I don't think I want to know, but I do.

And their lives were just getting back on track. I can't verbalize much else.

(*am I bored or what?)

AKA

Have a Nerd Meme People

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(* although they might not know it)

AKA

HP Remains the Only Consistent Fandom

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So, when teshara puts up potterquizzes, I will likely do them. This one especially, as it featured buttfacemakani's artwork for Neville (amongst other fanartists' work; I'm used to Makani's work, so I recognized it straightaway). My result - the Twins, which is funny given I've wanted to write a post-DH George fic. Oh, George. <3

Michelle also brought to my attention, inadvertently, that JK had identified the second gen. Whoops. Shows how much of a fan I am. >_< But rereading the books is nice, and finding out my mom's started, and finished them, made me squee. I'm looking forward to seeing HBP at the theater, but I'm not sure how "accurate" it's going to be. If there's a midnight showing, anyone wanna go with me?

(*we're not at all surprised)

AKA

Finally Updating

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I don't have anything to say worth posting about. So instead I'll leave you with a pun.

At the end of a jam session, Vince Neil, Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx are sitting around, wondering idly about things. The subject turned to life after touring and the such, and each expressed concern over their financial future. "I have an idea," said Tommy. "Why don't we ask Gene Simmons?" The others thought this a great idea, and had their people contact Gene's. Gene himself called them back and said, "Sure, I'd love to help, come on over."

After some hellos and hookers, the rockers sat around and began brainstorming various ideas that the boys could enterprise for their future earnings. Several hours later, they came upon a brilliant idea, decided it was good, and parted ways. The boys submitted their idea to their PR people, who quickly greenlighted the project.

Some months later, the product hit the market, and while there was some skepticism, it became a surprise success. Heartened, the boys sent Gene a gift basket in thanks, and watched as their future became secured.

The product? Crüetons.

(*but by tea, I mean mojitos)

AKA

I Have Such Bad Luck

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I hope people have been enjoying my new format for posts. It makes them seem more cool.

To summarize:

- Wednesday: It was winding like a bitch outside. I unfortunately did not secure the outer front door (or) the wind caught the thing anyways, resulting in having it get ripped off its hinges and broken into bits. Our saint of a neighbor Doug cleaned up most of the glass. The girls, however (and for various reasons) are upset/frustrated, and I am feeling depressed and terrible when we come to . . .

- Thursday: Depressed throughout most of the day, upset that the girls are upset with me. This culminates when, at 4:29, my supervisor says she wants to see me. In the manager's office. I mutter an "Oh, crap," as we walk towards it. Gabby gets fired for the first time in her life. After collecting my stuff, I am escorted to the entrance of our building by said manager, who will not make eye contact with me. Am understandably "AUGH," but see this as an opportunity. Tomorrow, I will go and "saturate the market," as Pope said. Which brings us to . . .

- Friday: I have run around, applied to 2 places, scored applications to several more, and am on the way to the parents' house when I am hit by another car that was sliding out of its lane. It was a Honda Accord, and it hit me rather hard. Its front end got killed, and Obi-Wan has some front end damage, and the steering wheel spins like a dervish with the slightest touch. I am banged up, but otherwise okay. Rescued by the parents, soothed by the other driver's son, who was very nice and lived like right around the corner from the accident.

I AM DONE NOW OMG WTF BBQ PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE THAT'S THREE AND WE ALL KNOW THINGS HAPPEN IN THREES SO SWEET BELOVED JESUS ABOVE I'M DONE LEAVE ME ALONE GO PICK ON SOMEONE ELSE ploxkkthxbai.

On the plus side, have managed not to weep like the broken pimp I feel. Meh.

(*but find ourselves in good company)

AKA

(*or, the majority of people I know who are HP fans and willing to sort themselves, come from Slytherin)

AKA

Dark Humor and the Ladies Room

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Happy 2008, ladies and gentlemen. How've you been?

The year has thus far proven to have me set up as a source of amusement for all. Mostly Pope and Pirate, but that's like all. Exhibit A? "Menoron." That's right. Menorah + Moron = Gabby yet again proving that she can butcher any language given 5 minutes and a bit of effort. Sigh.

We of the household are avidly looking forward to April, where we will descend from our frozen north to lay siege upon sunny California for Austin and Melissa's Wedding(tm). To prepare for this auspicious event, Pope and I will be practicing our Guitar Hero 3 skillz (which should be arriving this week), so Austin might have one less thing to laugh at us about. A folly at best, I know, but we like to pretend. I am disappointed, however, that GH3 does not feature "Panama" -- in fact, none of the GH games has this song, and it vexes me. I may've missed it in my initial scoping of the tracks playable for the lot, but I don't recall any Van Halen.

But there's fucking Dragon Force. Suck my ginormous cock, Red Octane.

It's fricking cold outside, but as it's January, it's status quo.

Bill and I decided to kill off Carnival of Sin. I had ideas of rebooting it for rerelease in March or something, with a more crowd-friendly system, but then again it may have the same issues anyway. And the idea of having another free Saturday sounds nice. We'll see.

As to the subject line of today's post; it's been a thought of mine for some time now. In my Potter fangirlishness, I have sat and eyeballed the people I know, whether friend, passing acquaintance, or someone I'd like to know better (but lack the guts to do so), a majority of these fellows in wandwork are of Slytherin descent. There's perhaps one other admitted Gryffindor (Veronica, from work), a Hufflepuff (Lege <3), two Ravenclaw (Mistah D, and Dora allows me to think of her this way), and my Father, who is in fact a Hufflinclaw (because he is The Lord and can do these things). Everyone else? Slytherin. (I even had a dream once where the Malfoys were like, "Hmm, well, we've never really had a -Gryffindor- for a friend before...", but they were really nice about it. ^_^)

I am strangely comfortable with this, though. Canonically, I should be butting heads with them all, but we generally get along. I may have missed a few people though, which could bolster the Houses count more in favor of Less Slytherin and More Rest of Hogwarts. Still want my Gryffindor crest tattoo somewhere, because the gazillion articles of clothing (like my extraordinary Christmas hoodie!) aren't fangirl enough.

The rest of the subject line? I've already ranted to the wimmin about it, but suffice it to say, I have manners, and am not allowed to disappear from my cube for more than a certain allotted time. A hundred snarky responses wafted through my head when I received an email from my supervisor (fresh from her short-term disability), but I went with 'nearly TMI' and was satisfied with her response. When I joked about our cubicle set-up being like prison, when our department first moved in, I never thought it'd come true. Soon I will become Adebisi in life, and things will just get weirder from there. Whee!

I was stupidly excited to see that Book 3 of the Inheritance Cycle is coming out in September (the Eragon series). I'm rereading Eldest, because of my not-secret-crush on Murtagh, although I'm skipping all the parts about Roran and the Carvahallites. I didn't like those sections the first go around, so now can cheerfully avoid them. Yes, I know, Mr Chris rips off from a lot of established fantasy, but he managed to hook me in, so I must see if Eragon with triumph over John Malkovich Galbatorix.

I've met two of Shinta's brothers (same dam and sire, different litter), and they are so adorable. I wanted to tuck them into my coat and bring them home, but that wouldn't have gone over well with anyone. Sigh again.

EDIT: OMG HEATH LEDGER?! ;_; I am all 'wtf' over this one. It's just. I don't know.

A few days ago I was over at Nate & Sarah's, just hanging out, and Sarah indulged me and set out her jewelry placards for me to peruse. Delightedly looking them over, I left my pants to wander their merry way down my backside. Nate, treking about to get this or that for either the gaming group or Sarah, passed me by as I was admiring, grinned, and said, "Your roots are showing."

It took me a moment before I burst into laughter, then hastily yanked my jeans up. He was referring to my Tree of Gondor. I think that's the best joke anyone's ever made related to my tattoo.  

DAVE! THERESA! VNV SATURDAY! OMG! wheeeeeeeeeeeeee. I about shook my brother into wee nanoShanks on Saturday when I extrapolated about the upcoming concert. He looked very startled at first, so it was worth doing.