empyreus: (yule sean)
( Nov. 30th, 2010 08:47 pm)
The holiday card post is still open. :) Drop a comment (there or here, comments are screened on both posts) or email me if you want a card, and if you have a card post, feel free to point me in the right direction.
empyreus: (i has snow)
( Nov. 24th, 2010 09:23 pm)
Shit, why is everything happening all at once now? :( I need more time (5 min=1 hour-style time dilation would certainly come in handy), damn it.

I almost forgot, almost: if you would like a holiday card from me, please comment on this post (replies are all screened), PM me or email me your address even if you think I have it. I have amazing skills when it comes to losing my address lists.

And if you've made a card post that I've missed, feel free to point me in the right direction. :)
Still here. I've been so terribly lazy and lurgy-ridden about typing up an update, is all. (Okay, and I spent five days in Britain around New Year's, too. Fortunately I got back just before all the snowstorms broke out, and only suffered a fifteen-minute delay on the last flight. Oh, and I suffered boredom at the airports, too. Agh two-hour layovers.)

First off, some long-overdue thanks to my fantastic [livejournal.com profile] yuletide writer [livejournal.com profile] lies_d, who is made of win and wrote me a fantastic Eastern Promises fic AND a YTM treat. A treat in a fandom (I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan - I recommend it, it's hilarious) I thought was too small to muster fic. ♥!

[livejournal.com profile] caras_galadhon and [livejournal.com profile] cousinshelley also deserve many thanks, because they both wrote me YTM Treats. You rock!

Oh, and now I can reveal which fic I wrote: Bullseyes and Targets, Say the Bells of St Margaret's, the fandom being The Gun Seller by Hugh Laurie. (Yes, that Hugh Laurie.) Btw, if you haven't read the book, I highly recommend it. It's... well, "comical noir" or "noirish spy-thriller parody" is about as close as I get. Very funny, with many excellent and hilarious turns of phrase.

While on the topic of fic: while I only wrote two fics for holiday exchanges last year, I suddenly realized that I have two older fics that I haven't posted in my own journal, one being a fic written for the [livejournal.com profile] sons_of_gondor Halloween Exchange and the other being a giftfic. I'll be posting all those later, but I'll try to stagger it so I don't swamp your flist.

And because I can't NOT comment on the weather: like much of Europe, Finland was hit with both chill and snow a few weeks back. The difference being, of course, that we're better equipped to handle it. In late December/early January, we enjoyed temperatures averaging -20° to -25° (where I live, at least. I know the northern areas were even colder.), as well as lots of snow. The snow started falling around Christmas Eve or a little before, and when I left for England on the 29th, we had close to two and a half feet of snow. By contrast, St Albans (where I stayed, with my aunt and her husband) had no snow* and was a balmy 2-3°, and so I was able to enjoy a lovely sauna on New Year's Eve, and also sat in the garden after said sauna bath in nothing but a bathrobe, drinking a g&t. Lovely. It was less lovely to come back to Finland two days later and get welcomed by a snowstorm and -15°. The worst period of chill seems to be over now, though, and it's been around -5° to -10°. (Which feels weird after the deeper chill. I swear, the first day that we had a mere -5°, I went outside to fetch the mail dressed in a teeshirt and felt warm.)

Oh, and last but not least: thanks to [livejournal.com profile] nieninque121 and [livejournal.com profile] azewewish (whom I owe totally belated birthday wishes) for the cards! ([livejournal.com profile] nieninque121, the snowflake arrived mostly safely - a little piece had broken off, though. :( ) Also, note to [livejournal.com profile] credoimprobus: the gift was WIN. :D It works like a dream. (Stan's currently squished under Logan, who's been getting quite the workout of late. *g*)

*No snow at that time, that is. They did have quite a lot of snow later, but I was back home by then.
empyreus: (polar bears hug)
( Dec. 27th, 2008 08:02 pm)
I'm sorry for the lengthy silence. While I've been celebrating Christmas with my family and had my laptop with me, I haven't been online that much. I've mostly been eating, reading, eating, slacking and doing sudokus, eating and watching tv. Oh, and did I mention eating? Ugh.

Now, the traditional holiday fic exchange rundown:
I participated in three holiday exchanges this year: the FaramirFiction Midwinter Swap, [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa and, of course, [livejournal.com profile] yuletide.

For the Midwinter swap I got a great Boromir/Faramir fic and for [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa [livejournal.com profile] talullahred wrote me a wonderful Faramir/Beregond fic (yay rare pairing!).

For Yuletide, I got an utterly fantastic Prophecy fic, called Progression of Views. It's just gorgeous, and the writer has nailed both Lucifer's and Gabriel's voices. Lovely.

My own Yuletide fic seemed to go down well with the recipient, but I'd like to take a childish and petulant moment out to pout a little over the lack of attention from others. I know it's only been two days and that the fandom is very small and/or unknown, but it still rankles. Or maybe I'm just grumpy. (I can't help but feel that my failure to include a summary has something to do with this, though I should add that I have been known to grasp at straws in many different situations.)

Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] azewewish wrote me Boondock Saints fic: Higher Calling. *loves*

Other news:
I still haven't thanked people for the lovely cards I've received. Thank you so much, [livejournal.com profile] azewewish, [livejournal.com profile] ribby, [livejournal.com profile] soawen, [livejournal.com profile] shalna and [livejournal.com profile] glenthebunny! And thank you, [livejournal.com profile] discord26, for the lovely virtual snowglobe!

Speaking of fic: I have a few fics which I just realized I still haven't posted. Hmm. I'll have to do something about that once I get back to my own place and am able to focus once more. (And when I don't have family running about trying to read over my shoulder.)
Last call for holiday cards! If you want a card from me, drop a comment on this post. (All comments are screened.) If you need my address for whatever reason, email me or comment on this post.

I owe lots of people comments, too. *sigh*

And now the random bit: I swear, my subconscious throws up the oddest things sometimes. Last night, I dreamt I was attending a seminar held in a pastel-hued cafe or fast food place. The teacher? Daniel Craig. o_O The group was big, and we were apparently tasked with analysing ragged ad posters pasted onto a brick wall outside a shabby corner shop (which I think was in New York, but I'm not sure.) I even remember some of the ads, because I stood explaining them to my study partner: one for Kool cigarettes, and a black and yellow one advertising a seminar on murder. (It made sense at the time.)

Back at the seminar, I argued with my new partner, who was a friend I haven't seen in years. At one point, our teacher (still Daniel Craig) walked up to the desk where I was sitting, said "You're clearly not making any progress, so I'll take your coffee" and took the mug I was holding. (Oddly, it was a favourite mug of mine.) He then turned and and walked away, and that was when I realized that: a) his hair was wet, like he'd just had a shower, and b) he was only wearing a pale blue evening shirt, which left his legs and a tiny sliver of his buttocks visible. My first reaction was to give him the finger, but I caught myself and calmly noted "I won't do that, because he'd just turn and catch me at it". I may have sassed at him in the dream as well.

I have no idea where that came from. Well, apart from the seminar thing, which probably had to do with the fact that I'd planned to see my thesis supervisor today and ask about the extended farce that the supervision of my work has turned into. (I went to see her, told her I wasn't getting anywhere since the advice I was getting from her was contradictory, and I think I got things cleared up a bit. I also managed to sneak in a few barbs coated in sweet phrasing, and I frankly don't care if she caught them or not.)

I also had a second dream (which means I must have woken up at some point), about being in a dark gift shop in Edinburgh, looking for a specific kind of necklace with feathers and blades (wtf), all while being a bit rushed, since I had to be on time to go see Iron Man with a bloke I know IRL and dislike intensely. I disliked him in the dream, too, but I was still rushed. I kept getting sidetracked, once by a grizzled long-haired rocker who wanted to show off a bondage swing made from thin strips of black leather decorated with glass beads, and several times by (adorable) members of staff who wanted to flirt with me. Oh, and I had to find a specific kind of tea in a particular tin, and couldn't. I suddenly noticed I was late, ran out of the store and went tearing down a steep stone staircase toward a back street that I knew was Hill Place. Never mind the fact that there are no stone steps leading down anywhere on Hill Place, unless you count the front steps of the buildings, none of which are that steep. I woke up before I'd reached the end of the stairs. No idea what that was about, either. I rarely remember my dreams (sadly), but when I do, they tend to be rather bizarre. (Not that I am complaining about the half-naked Daniel Craig, oh no.)

In other news: O NOES [livejournal.com profile] yuletide and the other challenges I'm participating in. *deep breath* I can do this. I've done it before, I can do it now.
empyreus: (i has snow)
( Nov. 26th, 2008 10:56 am)
Time for the annual card post. :)

If you want a card from me, please drop me a comment with your name and address. (All comments are screened for your safety and comfort.) I'm sure some of you have moved so please put down the address even if you think I have it. Actually, assume I have no addresses at all. ;)

If you have a card post up that I may have missed or if you want my address, just let me know.
empyreus: (squee)
( Dec. 29th, 2007 08:34 pm)
Finally getting around to squeeing over various things. *g*

First off, the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide version: Eee, I got BDS fic! It's called Tarot Reading and it's got devious Smecker and twin snark and I like it a lot. :) Oh, and some lovely person wrote me a Silas ficlet as a Yuletide treat! I've never had anyone write me a treat before, so I'm quite thrilled. (I got Split Second fic two years ago, but that was a NYR fic.)

More fic squee: [livejournal.com profile] blackbird_song wrote me Boromir/Faramir fic for the [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa challenge, and you should go read it, because it's beautiful.

Then, there's card squee: thank you for the cards, [livejournal.com profile] sharpiefan (ships! Yay!) and [livejournal.com profile] ribby!

Celeb squee: Ian McKellen's now a Companion of Honour. He deserves it, the darling.

And lastly, some gift squee. This one needs a bit of backstory, so here goes: my favourite bag by far is my trusty Fjällräven Kånken. I use it every day, and it's always rammed full of stuff (books, groceries, clothes... usually to the point of bursting). The current one had served me for almost 11(!) years, and had been through snowstorms, pouring rain, sleet, baking sunshine and almost all other weather, and was beginning to look rather worn. The zippers were giving up, there were minor tears and the weatherproofing was a mere memory.

Last Saturday, when I was shopping for the last Christmas gifts, the mid-bottom seam on the backpack gave up. Thankfully, the fabric overlaps, so I got my stuff home without incident, but I vowed to get myself a new bag during the sales this week. (They're a bit pricy, but worth it.) I visited one of the sports goods stores immediately after I noticed the tear, but I didn't find any Kånken backpacks and I was too tired to search more methodically, so I gave up. Thank heavens I did, because when Christmas Eve rolled around and the gifts were opened, it turned out that my mother had foreseen the malfunction and bought me a new Kånken. :D There was much squeeing, let me tell you. (The hilarious bit is that she bought it two days before my old one broke. Mothers are psychic, I tell you.)
empyreus: (yule sean)
( Dec. 19th, 2007 04:28 pm)
Thank you so much for the cards, [livejournal.com profile] tvillingar, [livejournal.com profile] ladymoonray, [livejournal.com profile] shalna and [livejournal.com profile] glenthebunny! ([livejournal.com profile] tvillingar, I can't find your address anywhere! If you email me, I I can send you a card, but it'll be a New Year's one. :/ I fail at keeping my address book updated, I really do, and I fail at being on time with things.) Hopefully most of my cards will reach people in time for the holidays.

And thank you to [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm and [livejournal.com profile] tackerama for sending me cards from work. *g* (The card is coming from inside the Post Office!)

In other news: ohgodyuletideohgod.
empyreus: (got to be joking)
( Dec. 12th, 2007 02:57 pm)
The instructions for this analgesic gel kill me: "Wait at least two minutes before touching the treated area with your tongue in order to allow a protective film to form." Err, the treated area is ON my tongue. Also, do you have any idea how much saliva forms when you sit with your mouth open for two minutes, literally holding your tongue to stop it from chafing against your teeth? A lot. I drooled like I'd just seen Sean Bean parade by stark bollock naked.

And in happier news: Thank you for the cards, [livejournal.com profile] azewewish and [livejournal.com profile] cruisedirector! *hugs*
empyreus: (foolish)
( Jan. 5th, 2007 11:07 pm)
Ack, I've been meaning to make this post for ages, but always gotten sidetracked. The computer's still mostly b0rked (for some reason my own computer rejects the old drive, even as a slave, despite it working well with other motherboards), and it's driving me up the wall. The old drive was 120gb, and right now I'm stuck with a 40gb drive. Argh!

However, the main point of this post was rather more cheery: Thank you so much for the cards, [livejournal.com profile] shalna, [livejournal.com profile] cruisedirector, [livejournal.com profile] savageseraph, [livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic, [livejournal.com profile] faramir_boromir, [livejournal.com profile] ribby, and [livejournal.com profile] nienique121! *squishy hugs all around* Your cards arrived at varying times between Christmas and New Year's, with a few showing up at the very beginning of this month, and they all made me squee and flail and feel very lucky to have such lovely friends. Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] estelanui, who sent me several e-cards which all warmed my heart. :)

My own cards... well. Er. Mostly done, but unsent still. Yes, I seem to be made of something resembling fail. *hides* I will get them out, though. Promise. They'll be vague-winter cards rather than holiday ones, but who says you can't be a little delayed unconventional sometimes?

Oh, and I've been meaning to mention this: my favourite new toy is the usb hub/mug warmer my sister got me for Christmas. It's such a wonderfully weird piece of frivolous-yet-useful technology.
Damn, but it's cold here. If I were a brass monkey, I would not go outside for fear of losing my testes. Brr. It's at least -14° C (around 7° F) here, and the wind chill brings it down to -18°. It hurts to breathe when you bike unless you wear a woolly scarf over your mouth and nose. The strange thing is that I've been out in colder weather (my personal record is -35°C/-31°F) and biked in colder weather (-28°C/-18,4°F), yet this feels almost too cold. Eh.

The reason for this post is not to whine over the cold weather, though. No, I thought I'd squee a bit, since three holiday cards arrived today. :) Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] azewewish, [livejournal.com profile] faramir_boromir and [livejournal.com profile] smillasnowflake (omg badge)!

Other squee-worthy things: Merry Winter Solstice! The shortest day of the year was 4 hours and 40 minutes here, so we've had quite enough darkness.

The [livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic is snailing along, and I strongly suspect I'll be posting it about three seconds before deadline. Again. *headdesk* Oh well, I suppose it's some sort of twisted tradition for me, really, stressing myself out when it comes to fic exchanges, practically mainlining coffee and staring wild-eyed at the screen while screeching obscenities.
Argh, why must I always get sidetracked when I need to update?

I've received a whole bunch of cards from several lovely people, and I haven't gotten around to thanking them yet. *shame* So: THANK YOU, [livejournal.com profile] quatorze, [livejournal.com profile] viva_gloria, [livejournal.com profile] ladymoonray, [livejournal.com profile] juonetar (Большое спасибо!), [livejournal.com profile] tvillingar and [livejournal.com profile] ios_pillow_book! Your cards all brightened up my day and put a smile on my face.

I still have cards I need to send out, and a few of them may be closer to New Year's cards. Er. It's ironic that I never seem to get my own cards out on time, seeing as I work at the post office every year (fifth year now), and yet I never manage to mail the cards early. I mean, I swear over people going "oh sod, this is the last day to get the cards out, therefore I have to dump umpty-one bow-adorned letters in the nearest mailbox", and then turn around and do the same thing myself. (Well, minus the bow thing, obviously. I know better. You should hear the things sorters say about the more fancifully decorated cards.*)

The last lecture of the year (B.A seminar) went well, and I found that my fears about being an opponent were unfounded. The discussion was lively and interesting (it turned out that I was only the second Finn the lecturer knew of who liked Christmas pudding), though it did veer off into strange places at times (like when we ended up at the Christmas pudding: the thesis presented concerned the early 20th century emigration movement from Southern Osthrobotnia, not British food, but we ended up talking about foods immigrants brought with them or had sent over, hence the pudding.)

Work starts late tomorrow (there's so much less to sort now, thank the gods), and I'm going to attempt a present-buying run in the morning. Yes, run as in "very rapid forward movement". I hate Christmas shopping, and I generally plan what to get from where beforehand, then go in, get it, then get the feck out. I can't stand shops just before Christmas. It has nothing to do with claustrophobia or other iffiness (I don't suffer from them, thankfully), it's more to do with a strong desire to avoid places that are crammed full of people shopping like there's no tomorrow. Oh, and I can't stand listening to children yell and cry. I'm always torn between feeling sorry for the child (who's too warm, bored and/or hyperactive) and wanting to bodily carry the little tosspot outside to calm down.

Right. I should really stop rambling and start working on the last two challenge fics now.

*This does not mean I hate decorated cards. The reason these cards get up the sorters' noses is that they have to be hand-stamped, and sorting is stressful enough without having to hand-stamp twenty-seven irregularly shaped cards made of extra-thick card stock with felted wool and wooden stars glued to them. (The scary thing about that example is that I've actually had to hand-stamp irregularly shaped cards made of extra-thick card stock and decorated with felted wool and wooden stars.) One or two lumpy/oversized/tissue-thin/all of the above cards is okay, but when there's six boxes of them, you do get an urge to swear quietly.
empyreus: (sleep)
( Dec. 12th, 2005 10:14 pm)
Unnargh. It's been storming here all day, with gale-force winds that almost blew me over as I biked to work. What was worse, the ice melted enough for the gravel to slide down to the sides of the road. The result? I had to lean into the wind as I biked, and as I had to use a high gear to get forward, the bike fishtailed like mad. As anyone who's biked on wet ice knows, there's little to no traction, and the minutest tilt can send you ass over teakettle. I haven't fallen once yet, so I count myself very lucky.

There was a pleasant surprise as I came home around half past eight, though: a beautiful card from [livejournal.com profile] annmarwalk. Thank you so much!

The pace is picking up at work, and my back hates me right now. I think I'll heat up the oat pillow that [livejournal.com profile] tvillingar got me last year (or was it the year before that? My memory is terrible.). It's a godsend when I'm tired and my back is aching.

There was a lot more I intended to include in this update, but I'm too tired to type it all up. Eh.


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