Dear poster in a ficfinding community that shall remain nameless: if you refer to Hephaistion as "Phai" ever again, I will beat you with a sock full of coins.
Completely randomly: strong coffee with Bailey's, foamed milk, cinnamon and dark chocolate is deliciously decadent.

It needs a snappy name, though. I Just Mixed Ingredients In a Slapdash Manner and Turned Out a Decent Coffee Drink isn't all that concise. *g*
I'm very amused by the fact that several people on my Flist are linking to articles on sexsomnia. There seems to have been a flurry of notices and articles on it of late, even though scientists found it years ago. (I seem to recall reading about it on the BBC website years ago. This might be the article I read back then, but I'm not sure.) Reuters must have felt the need to run something vaguely naughty. ;)

More slightly amusing and bizarre things: I see the translator on the net edition of one of the Swedish tabloids has had his mind in the gutter: in the notice they ran on the German soldier debacle, they'd mixed up the words 'erect' and 'exposed'. (The original notice mentioned that the soldier had exposed his penis in the pictures, but the Swedish version claimed it was erect. Er. Paging Dr. Freud, paging Dr. Freud...)

While on the sex trail: I'm still slightly weirded out by the fact that I dreamt I was sexing up seducing Alexander the Great last night. I have no idea where it could have come from, but I suspect my subconscious is cleaning out its metaphorical cupboards again. It was a nice dream, though.

And now for something completely different: apparently the first autumn storm will hit tomorrow. Bleh. The forecasts predict heavy rain and strong winds, so I think I'll be staying inside drinking coffee and writing. (That is, if I can rouse my fictives. Ack. I'm great at starting fics, but terrible at ending them.)

Also: new icon. *points*
The short answer? Yes, some of us do. My mouse had been acting up (tracking slowly and occasionally jamming a bit), so I decided to clean it out properly, not just take out the ball and pick out the slivers of gunk that collect on the x and y wheels inside.

The disassembling process proved to be both short and simple. There's only one screw holding the halves together, and it only takes a bit of wriggling to get the halves separated. However, you should do this on a level surface (ideally one that is also light in colour), as the tiny springs tend to make a break for freedom. It also makes it easier to dispose of the filth you find. My mouse yielded mostly dust and eraser crumbs, but also a head hair, several eyelashes, granules that look like sand but most likely aren't, and a single sesame seed (!).

Below are a few pictures I snapped during the process, mostly to illustrate the amount of dust and unknown particles that end up inside a mouse after long use. (I'm such a nerd, I really am.)

Mouse #1Mouse #2Closeup #1Closeup #2

(You know the drill. Click on the pics to get to the larger version.)

In other, rather fascinating news: I've received an interesting compliment this week. I was talking to a lady I only know briefly (she was one of the speakers during a fake conference that doubled as an endurance test for us interpreting students), and she told me, rather out of the blue, that she liked my interpreting voice. Apparently I sound like a flight attendant when I interpret. o_O I must have looked a bit stunned, because she went on to explain that she associated what she called "that calm and level tone you have" with flight attendants (and other tannoy voices, apparently), and that she thought it sounded reliable and official without being stiff.

I still don't know what to make of that. I'll take it as a compliment, as it was intended as one, but I'm also adding it to my list of "Well, I don't think I've been called that before"*2.

*'Mouse' as in 'computer peripheral', of course. :)
*2I will readily admit that immediately upon hearing the flight attendant bit, my brain provided me with an image of Captain Rich. ;) Now there's someone I wouldn't mind attending on...
#1: The following snarky little note re: Orli at the Teen Choice Awards, found on WWTDD (What Would Tyler Durden Do, a celeb gossip blog): "Okay, so everyone looked like absolute hell at last nights 'Teen Choice Awards'.  Getting dressed isn't that hard if you're a dude, but they all managed to screw it up anyway.  Orlando Bloom wants to be Johnny Depp so bad.  I'm pretty sure that necklace is a heart shaped locket with some of Johnny's hair." Aww.

and #2: this post over at [ profile] found_objects. Aww again.

Oooh, and then there's this hysterical vid over on YouTube. It's a Star Trek one, set to "Knights of the Round Table" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I laughed so hard I nearly cried. It's brilliant.
empyreus: (aurora borealis)
( Aug. 20th, 2006 11:05 pm)
(Argh, my connection's acting like an arse again.*kicks broadband* It took me almost a dozen tries to get it to repair the connection, and now I seem to have a new ip address. This wouldn't be strange if it weren't for the fact that mine should be fixed.)

I intended to make an excited post about yesterday's aurorae earlier today, but I forgot. Ah well. The gist of it: when I was biking home from [ profile] tackerama's place last night, I thought I saw strange streaks of light out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought I was imagining it, but when I biked onward to an area where I could see the sky more clearly (i.e. where there were less streetlights) I saw that yes, the lights were aurorae. They were a bit paler than I'm used to, but clearly there. When I got home, I stood outside for a long while just admiring the aurorae, because I love watching them. It's a bit unusual to see them in August, as I seem to remember that they're most commonly seen in late autumn and spring, but I'm certainly not complaining.

I still find the old Finnish myth about the Northern lights fascinating: according to the old tales, there were foxes made of fire in Lapland, and when they ran and their tails struck the snow, the sparks that flew up formed the aurorae. Another version talks about a single giant fox (not made of fire), which ran across the sky. The part about its tail striking the snow is the same.
empyreus: (Magritte)
( Aug. 11th, 2006 10:54 pm)
Yes, this post is all kinds of random. :) I originally intended to write an insightful entry on the local Arts Night, which was yesterday, but as I sat down to type, I realized I didn't have anything intelligent to say. I'll mention one thing about it, though, because I promised [ profile] credoimprobus I would: as we were walking towards the city library, we spotted something that looked disconcertingly much like a huge tuft of hair sticking to the exhaust pipe of one of the cars parked along the street. I'm not kidding. It looked like a fistful of light brown/ash coloured hair, and it was stuck to the chassis of the car, somewhere between the left suspension of the rear axle and the exhaust pipe. I haven't the faintest clue as to a) what it was and b) how it had got there. It might be fake, and probably was, but my first reaction (and Ryen's, no doubt) was "WTF?".

Today's random link: Rockabye Baby! Lullaby Renditions of Metallica. Omg. So brilliant it hurts. There are a few short samples on the site, and they're hysterical.
Oh, and there's more of them here. They've got Coldplay, Led Zeppelin, The Pixies and Tool as well, plus a few others. "Get 'em while they're young", right?

Because no random post is truly random without the addition of a meme, I present the book meme. (I was tagged by [ profile] littlemimm.)Cut because it's long and boring. )

And lastly, before I forget: [ profile] snowgrouse, you liked Edelfelt's "Virginie", right? I snagged a local art gallery poster (50x70cm) with it, and it's yours if you want it. :)
Kaikkea sitä oppii kun pysähtyy lukemaan haalarin lahkeita. :D Ilmeisesti kanavoin karjakko-Orlia tähän aikaan kaksi vuotta sitten (täsmälleen kaksi vuotta sitten, btw, sillä kommenttiin oli lisätty päivämäärä). Käsialaa en tunnista, se on joko [ profile] smillasnowflaken tai sitten [ profile] tvillingarin. Kumpi teistä se oli? Tunnustakaa heti, perkele. ;)

Harmittaa vähän, etten muista mistä puhuin silloin. Seanista? Retongeista? Vehnäsistä?

(Ja noin yleisesti SuomiAU:hun liittyen: kenet pistimme Jan Sparviksi? Minulla ei ole mitään muistikuvaa siitä.)

*waves cryptically to [ profile] azewewish* ;)
empyreus: (got to be joking)
( Jul. 7th, 2006 08:14 pm)
Agh. I wish the heat would end already. (I know you shouldn't say that, but I feel awful when the weather is too hot.) Right now, it's over 27 degrees centigrade in the shade here.

Work is as gruelling as ever, and the heat isn't making it any easier.

This week's "wtf?": I've literally beaten carpets until my hands bled. The friction from the carpet* ripped part of the skin off the middle joints of two fingers on my left hand and one on my right. It hurts like buggery, especially when the scabs break as I bend my fingers.

The machinery I use on daily basis has decided to work against me, and I swear there's some secret book of rules governing cleaning equipment, something along the lines of "Nowe we are come to the fell beaste that is yclepen the scrubber-drier. And lo, there is muche lore about thise machyne, and there is rulewerk thereto.

#1: Thy shalt, when thy pusheth the scrubber-drier, see that itte wilt go not where thou wantest it to go, but in the direkshoun that is of the leaste gaine. Thou wilt see that itte slammeth into doores of chambers wherein sitte men of much import, or else itte assaulteth the potted plantynges thatte line the halles.

#2: When thy under thine breathe sayeth "Buggerie" to curse the scrubber-drier, thy wilt next lifte thine gaze to see the janitor, who wille give thee a gaze of curiositie.

#3: When thy attempteth to pushe the scrubber-drier up the steepe incline thatte is the ramp to the nexte floore, thy wilt finde thatte thisse beaste weyteth now a full tonne more. Itte knowest when thy muste pushe it, and itte wilt spare no tricke to cause miserye. (I wilt have the reader knowe thatte thise wickeyde machyne weighes over three tymes mine weightte.)"

(Ack, I can't keep that up for very long. My heartfelt apologies to medievalists/Chaucerhathblog fans for the heartless butchering of fake Middle English.)

So, in modern English: the scrubber-drier is the current bane of my existence, and I dislike it intensely. That fact that the hallways with their south-facing glass walls are boiling hot even in the morning adds to my misery.

Also: I'm less than impressed with my shift boss' sudden decision to stick me with *two* areas instead of my regular one. Granted, there isn't all that much work needing to be done, but the areas are large, meaning I have to run around even more than usual. Add to this the fact that I'm terribly bad at getting enough fluids or listening to my body, and you have a recipe for disaster. I've decided to stick with this until the end of the month, and then I'll tell a little white lie about uni work (actually, it isn't a lie: I do have lectures in August, just not full-time) and say I can't work in August. I have to get some rest in, otherwise I'll collapse in September.

There was something else I intended to mention, but I've forgot what it was. Again. *sigh*

Here, have a link to a faintly disturbing and boytouchy clip from Lipstick on Your Collar. I say "faintly disturbing" because there's a cadre of old men feeling up Ewan McGregor.

*In a way, at any rate. On the backswing, my knuckles brushed along the carpet fast enough for the artificial fibers to give me friction burn. Keep it up for long enough and the skin will break. Ow.
empyreus: (speech)
( Jul. 1st, 2006 05:23 pm)
Gacked this off [ profile] faramir_boromir and [ profile] caras_galadhon:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
(If you've done this meme and I've missed it, feel free to include a link to the entry in your comment.)

Tell me what we did. *g*
empyreus: (point)
( Jun. 27th, 2006 06:52 pm)
Grah. I can't understand why I'm so tired all the time. Granted, the morning shift times are a bit brutal, but it shouldn't be this bad. (On the other hand, as [ profile] littlemimm pointed out, going directly from thesis course to morning shift isn't the same thing as relaxing.)

Anyways, the real point of this post wasn't to whine about my fatigue, but to post pictures as requested in the picture meme.

ashinae asked for a collection of some sort )

annmarwalk asked for the bit of garden nearest my front door )

Here, have a random picture: Two eloping sofas )

Oh, and before I forget: Happy Birthday, [ profile] ladymoonray!
Some completely random and unconnected ramblings for your viewing pleasure. :)

No one's confessed to buying the balloons that adorn my userinfo. *scrutinizes Flist* Is it one of you or do I have a secret admirer?

I've been sniggering at the student restaurant menu all week, and I thought I'd post a few gems:
* "Chicken balls". A classic.
* "Scrimp salad". So it's very frugal, then?
* and lastly, the rather wtf "feta and mustard pie", which, if you looked at the Swedish version, turned out to be feta and spinach. I think someone got their spinach ('spenat' in Swedish) and their mustard ('senap') mixed up.

Will answer comments after work tomorrow, promise. I'm too tired right now, and suspect I will crash directly after tonight's episode of 30 Days. Yes, at nine in the evening. I have no life. (I blame work. I'm not used to getting up at half past four to be at work at six in the morning, and my body is fighting me every step of the way.)

I seem to have been friended by a few people. *waves* Hi, I'm afraid I'm a little boring right now, but I hope things will get a bit better in July. If there's anything you want to ask me, just leave a comment.

Oh sod it, a random entry just isn't a random entry without a meme: Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about - it can be anything from the house I live in to my favourite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an LJ entry. (EtA: Ganked this one off [ profile] annmarwalk, not [personal profile] snowgrouse. I think. Head a bit difficult right now.)
empyreus: (speech)
( Jun. 17th, 2006 11:37 am)
Yes, I'm still alive. :) I'm just tired most of the time, and can't gather my thoughts into presentable form.

In honour of my scattered thoughts and tired brain, I present a short list of random observations and occurrences:

* The student restaurant at uni had posted a menu that boasted "cabbage rolls stuffede with mushrooms" (emphasis mine) on Thursday. Wow, CrystalWank affects everything.

* I spent ten minutes locked in mortal combat with a recalcitrant towel dispenser* at work on Monday. I swear, the instruction diagram printed on the inside of the dispenser is absolutely useless. What's worse, you have to change the roll in exactly the right way, otherwise you'll end up with a huge pile of pulled-out towel roll rather than a neat, gathered roll of used towel inside the dispenser. Argh. I persevered, though, and triumphed. I may or may not have hissed "That'll teach you, bitch" at the dispenser before walking out of the bathroom, though. (It was ten past seven in the morning. The only other people in the building were the janitor and the other cleaners, all of which were on different floors, so it wasn't all that public.)

* Porn generated with random mathematical algorithms. Probably SFW, but really, really odd to look at.

* While on the subject of porn: the video for Rammstein's Mann Gegen Mann is one of the more disturbing things I've seen of late. o_O Great big globs of manflesh. Granted, it's not all that surprising, given the lyrics, but still. Whoa. ([ profile] littlemimm sent it to me, and I can upload it if any of you want to see it.)

In other news: I need to reply to comments, I know.

Also: hugsquishes and much loff to [ profile] credoimprobus for sending me Mirrormask. <3!!

*The type with a roll of textile towel, not the kind with paper. Those are easy to fill. No, this was the kind that dispenses a loop of clean towel, then rolls in the used bit. Handy in theory, a right bitch in practice.
empyreus: (interpreting)
( May. 5th, 2006 05:13 pm)
Dear B.A. thesis,
consider yourself pwned.


(Okay, so I'm not all that satisfied with it, but for fuck's sake, I just don't have the energy to tinker with it anymore. It's almost late as it is. And yes, I did tell my poor technologically challenged supervisor that he'd get a printed copy, but the printer in this computer lab is b0rked and most of campus is locked by now, so he'll have to download it from the YahooGroup that was set up for the course, just like everyone else in the group.
*sigh* Why do I always develop an instant violent dislike of my academic assignments three seconds after I've handed them in? Argh. Now I'm convinced the thesis is so flawed people won't know whether to laugh or to cry, and that I'll get bitched at by the supervisor for not having enough material on the main aspect.)

Dear interpretation edurance test,
consider yourself pwned as well.

More love,

The interpretation test was actually fun, once you got over the fact that yes Virginia, there are non-teacher people out there listening to your interpretation, and they're taking notes. The nicest part was when the n00b students (i.e. the ones who are just starting their interpretation studies), were brought upstairs during the break to see the interpretation booths. Apparently some of them had asked to see me specifically (they were told our names when they were handed the headsets, as there were two channels active: two fellow students shared a booth and were on channel A; I was alone in another booth, and on channel B), which weirded me out slightly. It didn't get better when they enthused "We really liked listening to your voice, it was so nice. You're very good at this.". Err. Okay.

There was one point at which I was convinced I was making a mess of the interpreting, though. The consoles have switches for the microphone, and as I leaned over to flick the switch (it was after the break, and I'd been joined by another interpreter), the entire bloody switch popped loose. I stared at it in disbelief for a second before I was overcome by a violent fit of giggling. I was literally crying with laughter, hunched over the desk, trying desperately not to howl. I could hear laughter in the other interpreter's voice as she quickly went on talking (I was intending to take over when it happened) and at the next slight pause in the presentation, she turned off her own microphone and hissed "What the fuck just happened?". I was laughing so hard I couldn't answer, and I only waved the loose switch. I tried to calm down, but I was still sniggering on and off when the next speaker came on.

The funniest bit? The same thing happened to the people in the other booth. No, really. We were laughing like idiots when the test was over and we were having coffee. What are the odds?

Right, off home now. The Latin exam is tomorrow, and I need to memorize a few verbs.
empyreus: (smiling sharpe)
( Apr. 26th, 2006 10:18 pm)
I'd forgotten how good an endorphin high feels.

I just came back from an hour-long run/walk, and I'm relaxed and elated now, limbs tingling with energy and little shivery impulses that lace through my muscles. Yes, it's a cliché, but I feel alive for the first time in a long while. There's been so much work wearing me out, so many tasks that put my brain through the wringer, that I needed to exhaust my body instead of my head to get some balance. And it feels glorious. I used to hate running when I was younger, but I've warmed to it now. I'm still not a die-hard jogger who does a 5k run each morning, but I occasionally lace up my running shoes and head out.

I should do this more often, I really should.
Ack. I knew I'd forgotten something: this journal turned five yesterday. :) *throws confetti, pours drinks and hands out party hats* Yay!

In other news: still busy, still stressed, still tired. The rest of the week is one long stretch of work, as is the week after that. The only slightly positive things are [ profile] tackerama's upcoming birthday and the fact that the stress makes my dreams a lot more random. The night before last I dreamed I was the quartermaster of some anonymous European 18th century company of foot, and I was constantly being asked to provide things I did not have (e.g. I had swords, the soldiers wanted rifles; I sold the swords and procured rifles and gunpowder, only to find that the soldiers wanted swords) and made to wash flags (!) and write notes explaining something I can't quite recall. Oh, and the soldiers spoke to me in at least a dozen languages I couldn't understand, ignoring my protests. No points for guessing what that dream means. ;) (I wonder where the army theme came from, though. I haven't read any Sharpe lately, nor have I watched anything military-related.)

*crawls off*
empyreus: (venning)
( Mar. 17th, 2006 11:00 pm)
Quick heads-up for the Finns on the Flist: Nelonen is showing Shopping tonight at 00.10.

On the off chance that you should need incentive in the form of pictures:
Venning=Teh Sex )

Of course I had to resurrect my old Venning icon, too. :)

Back to headdesking over Latin verbs now. Eheu!
You know you've been thinking about slash a bit too much when you assume that a word ending in -ize most likely is "sodomize". *facepalm*

The obligatory meme:
(Ganked this off [ profile] snowgrouse.)
1. Reply with your name and I'll tell you something about you.
2. I'll tell you which band/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll think of a common interest we share.
4. I'll tell you what I envy/admire in you.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal reminds me of you.
7. I'll ask you something I've wanted to ask you for some time.
8. Putting this in your lj too would be nice if I've done it for you, but by no means compulsory.

I've noticed people squeeing over the cowboys on ice vid, and as the copy I snagged off Smart Bitches, Trashy Books (that is, before they ran out of bandwidth and took it down) seems to be slightly better quality than the one on Youtube, I've uploaded it to Megaupload. Link here. Because you can never have too many slashy cowboys on ice. ;)

Back to playing catch-up with comments now. (No, I'm not trying to avoid working on assignments that need to be finished. I'm just... ah, taking a creative break.)
empyreus: (Chat noir)
( Jan. 9th, 2006 08:44 pm)
Things Appearing Out of the Blue, part, #2,378: Apparently I'm to be with cat for a month or two, starting tomorrow. My sister called and asked if I could look after a cat belonging to one of her friends while they try to find it a new home. I'd love to adopt the cat permanently myself, but I can't. January and February are relatively calm months uni-wise, but March will be worse, unfortunately, and I don't think I can leave the poor beast alone for long periods of time. Wah.

Will take pics and post them as soon as a) the kitty arrives and b) my aunt mails me the usb cable I left behind last weekend.

In other news: the cold continues unabated, and the cough is a lot more rattly. Still no fever, but now my nose is stuffy and I keep sneezing. Argh.

I need to play comment catch-up plus reply to the Yuletide comments, but I'm too tired to attempt that now.
empyreus: (Default)
( Jan. 4th, 2006 11:24 pm)
So. Here be fic pastede in yay. Sorry in advance for the impending spam.

It amuses me that I ended up writing both Good Omens and American Gods fic this last year for the Christmas challenges, not just because both are written (well, in the case of GO, co-written) by Neil Gaiman but also because the [ profile] yuletide fic I received last year was American Gods. I was climbing the walls with [ profile] yuletide this year, I really was, but it turned out good in the end.

(I had a snarky note on the recent GO coverwank, but I decided not to post it, mostly because I'm tired and because the wank wasn't all that entertaining.)

In other news: I think I may be developing a sore throat and the beginnings of a cold. Argh. Lectures start next week and I can't be absent, and there are a lot of small annoying tasks (sign-ups, administrative snafus, professor-hassling) that need to be done. Hnh. Does anyone know of any good cures for a sore throat? Besides athelas. I've tried gargling with hot saltwater, but it's not quite working.


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