The apparition of these faces in the crowd

[FIC - Torchwood] Kiss Today Goodbye {Part 1} | Jack/Ianto (PG-13)

2009-07-14T07:05:55Z

Hey all. Sorry, I've mostly been posting on LJ lately. But! I come bearing Torchwood!fic. ♥

TITLE: Kiss Today Goodbye [Part 1]
AUTHOR: thescarletwoman
PAIRING: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Some things aren't always what they seem and a little faith goes a long way.
WORD COUNT: ~2100
SPOILERS: Children of Earth; Trace Memory (mentioned in passing)
NOTES: Yes, another of the Fix-It fics. Thanks to flameish for the insanely quick beta, all remaining mistakes are my own. Also written for fanfic100, prompt "072. Fixed". For obvious reasons. ;^)

( Kiss Today Goodbye )

[FIC - Torchwood] Of Future Pasts and Past Futures | Jack/Ianto (PG-13)

2009-04-30T05:10:58Z

TITLE: Of Future Pasts and Past Futures
AUTHOR: thescarletwoman
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Jack/Ianto
SUMMARY: Jack is used to his past coming back to haunt him. But when hemakes an appearance, Jack never expected it to affect him so much.
WORD COUNT: 6900
NOTES: Takes place just following the novel Trace Memory, spoilers contained within. It started as a character study on Jack coupled with the fact that the ending felt incomplete to me -- and ended up taking on a life of its own. Overheard dialogue courtesy of Thunderball. Betaed, as always, by the loverly rose_whispers, any further mistakes are my own. And much love for Rose, Nelle & Elle who read this through and listened to all my wibbling. Written for fanfic100; prompt 030. Death. And yes, a companion to this one is already in the works.

( Of Future Pasts and Past Futures )

NYC Dwama -- and Dreamwidth!

2009-04-26T04:15:01Z

NYC utterly sucked. My cousin has officially turned into the 'Real Housewives of NYC'. And it's utterly disgusting. I never would have thought her capable of it. But apparently I was wrong.

Highlight of the trip was the dinner at Basso56 (even if it ended up costing $116 for dinner. wth) and going to this great piano bar called 'Don't Tell Mama'. Wherein, after being ignored for most of the night by eleven women, I managed to find the two british blokes in t he bar. Raise your hand if you're surprised. And yes, I'm still regretting not giving Leigh my email address. *sigh*

However, I WOULD like to know why I've met TWO brits in TWO different bars and BOTH of them are Liverpool fans. *sigh* And as soon as I hide behind my napkin, they always know where my loyalties lie. *loves her Red Devils*

AND in other news:

I got an invite code from dreamwidth today. I made my journal, mostly because I don't want anyone taking my username. I've had it for FAR too long. Not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm there. thescarletwoman. I've found some of you, I know. :D

Also, you know you like Doctor Who too much when? Every time you see the communities on Dreamwidth with the prefix of DW you think Who first. Oi.

Happy Easter!

2009-04-12T17:05:49Z

Or, if you prefer... happy chocolate bunny day! ♥

♥ Don't make yourself too sick on chocolate. And I have a chocolate covered peep downstairs with my name on it! XD

*mutters* And joy for holidays in our house now. Uncle + His Ex-Wife/My Aunt + Cousin who hates his father from uncle having an affair and consequently divorcing his mom = Lia is drinking and playing guitar hero with her cousin.

Joy. Rapture. *headdesk*

House, MD

2009-04-07T01:58:58Z

Wait... WHAT?

spoilers in comments most likely

Comments to the meme to come tomorrow. I'm on 4 hours of sleep and this fucking insomnia can go bite me. Hard.

Marry, Shag, or Cliff!

2009-04-01T13:14:08Z

1. Comment and ask and I will give you 3 people.
2. Post this meme with your answers.
3. Provide pictures and the names of three people.
4. Label which you would marry, shag, or cliff.

kerryblaze gave me [an impossible friggin' choice] of Captain Jack, Sirius Black, Brian Kinney. [zomg tough choices, wench!]

Marry: Jack Harkness. Not only because he's gorgeous but he's really the most stable of them all. If you considered tortured!hero complexes to be stable.

Shag: Brian Kinney. Because I'm going off the assumption avengangle and I made once upon a time. He's a type-two bisexual and will shaganything that moves. I'll take one shag with Brian.

Cliff: Sirius Black. It's the whole in prison for 12 years thing. I'm not sure how good he'd be at either one any more.

Bad News/Good News...

2009-03-27T15:39:06Z

Not to be confused with good cop/bad cop. Shivers down my spine and all that. ;^) [it... passed...]

Bad News
Start with that and get it out of the way. The endoscopy went well. They found I have this weird thing called Eosinophilic Esophagitis. No idea what causes it outside of, in my case, an allergin. So they treat rather than find a cure because there's no way of knowing just what caused everything. The VERY bad news is that about a week after the endoscopy, I came down with this horrible stomach thing and I'm still suffering from it. Having another test done to see what it is as the doctor thinks I may have picked up a bacteria when they did the endoscopy. Just fucking fantastic, eh? So that's why the radio silence from me these past couple of weeks. Between Spitfire Grill opening last night and feeling like shit? Not so much with the hanging out online bit. Oi.

Here's hoping this all clears up and soon, eh?

Good News!!
Well, it's official. Or will be as soon as I send in my deposit today. Pace Law School, Class of 2012. Made my final decision yesterday. I utterly LOVED the school when I was there over the past weekend. The students and the professors are AMAZING. Not only that? But the opportunities I'll have too in the International Law program are unbelievable. After 1L I can do externships all over the world and met kids in the Int'l Law program who worked at the UN War Crimes Tribunals in Sierra Leone and Cambodia. PLUS -- Spring of 2011, I'll be back in London. Whole semester at the University of London, College of Laws. The 5th ranked Law school in the UK. It's insanely scary looking at the loans I'm going to be taking out and just how in debt I'll be when this is all over. But the new chapter of Lia's life is about to begin.

AND! Bonus piece of news. There is fic coming. Of the Jack/Ianto variety. My muse apparently took a vacation with my stomach bug. Cheezits have been used and have coaxed the muse back. So keep an eye out -- I hope to have it finished by the weekend! :D ♥

[FIC - Torchwood] Of Calculations and Birthdays | Jack/Ianto (PG-13)

2009-02-28T21:45:11Z

TITLE: Of Calculations and Birthdays
AUTHOR: thescarletwoman
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Snark, Ianto/Coffee
SUMMARY: So, how does one go about figuring out the birth date of the immortal man?
WORD COUNT: ~2300
NOTES: Written for ragdoll for her birthday. My first Torchwood fic, and I'm so glad I could give it to such an amazing person. Happy birthday, sweetie. As always, to rose_whispers for the beta. as she gets drawn into a new fandom

"What. Is. That?"

"It's a birthday cake."

The words 'birthday cake' seemed to draw everyone's attention to Gwen. Her step faltered ever so slightly, though she managed not to drop the covered tray clutched in her hands. Seeing identical looks mirrored on the faces of Owen, Tosh, and Ianto, Gwen suddenly felt like an idiot. This really had been a stupid idea, hadn't it?

"Whose birthday is it?" Ianto asked, ducking out from behind a pillar. That man had started picking up one too many habits from Jack as of late, as far as she was concerned. One heart attack a day caused by Jack making his surprise appearances was more than enough. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, surprised Jack wasn't standing behind her. Shocking.

"Someone's," Gwen hedged, moving towards her workspace in order to set the tray down before she dropped it. Then again, dropping it may not have been the worst idea in the world. It would have to be thrown away and Gwen could get out of the conversation. Then again, knowing certain people as she did, even a dropped cake wouldn't get her out of this mess.

"Can't be someone's," Owen replied, winding his way towards Gwen. "There's never been a birthday on this date ever."

"Well, I'm fairly certain that somewhere in the world there is at least one person sharing this date of birth," Ianto chimed in, "but there is no one at present in the Hub who has it. I'd know. And there isn't."

"Since when did you turn so cheeky?" Owen asked, head snapping towards Ianto. "Or is that a side-effect of shagging--"

Gwen cleared her throat loudly, cutting off whatever else Owen was about to say. From across the room, Ianto shot Gwen a grateful look, quickly busying himself with the computer and the answering clickety-clack as his fingers flew across the keys.

That left her with Owen and Tosh, both staring at her expectantly, waiting to know who the birthday cake was for. As if it wasn't completely obvious. Gwen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to decide if she should lie and say it was for Rhys (which would completely cock things up when his actual birthday came around and the further repercussions made Gwen's head ache), or if she should just admit who it really was for.

"Where's Jack?" Gwen asked after a moment's pause.

Owen made a 'gimme' motion with his hands. "You lot owe me five quid. I said she'd attempt something 'caring' like this before the year was out. Pay up."

Mouth agape, Gwen stared at Owen. Really, she shouldn't have been surprised but still, he'd expected this from her? She knew she had a caring streak running through her a kilometre wide but that didn't mean they could predict that she'd show up one day with a birthday cake.

Then again, this was Torchwood. Predicting the unusual tended to be their standard mode of operation.

"So you brought the boss-man a cake?" Tosh asked, giving Gwen a genuine smile. "That's rather..."

"Nuts?" Owen supplied helpfully.

"Sweet," Tosh corrected. "I'm sure he'll appreciate it." Frowning ever so slightly, Tosh tilted her head to the side as she glanced over at Gwen. "Though, I'm curious to know how you came up with this date. Why September 18th?"

Gwen shrugged. "Seemed as good a day as any. It's not like Jack has anything about himself listed in the archives."

"Well, there is some," Ianto pointed out, his fingers slowing to an almost-crawl as opposed to the break-neck speed of a few moments ago. "However, there isn't anything that would be of use to you in determining his birth date. Unless of course, you take the scant information and upon calculating and allowing for temporal shifts come up with February 29th."

"Unless, of course, one is a freak," Owen muttered under his breath.

"So that would explain the maturity level of a twelve year old at times," Tosh mused, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "It all makes perfect sense."

Amidst the light laughter, none of them heard Jack's approach from behind. One of these days they were going to put a collar with a bell on it so they'd have some hope of hearing him first.

"What makes perfect sense?" Jack asked, stepping into the main area of the Hub from his office. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Gwen whirled around, knocking into the covered dish. It skittered across the desk, sliding precariously close to the edge before it stopped, teetering but not falling to the floor. There was a part of Gwen (the part that didn't spend all morning baking the damn cake) that wished it would have toppled over. No cake, no discussion and Gwen could go back to being embarrassed in silence.

Until Owen brought it up again.

"Why Ianto's coffee is so damned fantastic."

"Why you have the emotional maturity level of a twelve year old."

Tosh and Owen spoke simultaneously, the resulting phrase sounding more like 'Ianto's coffee is twelve years old'.

"My coffee is fresh daily," Ianto grumbled, typing away once more and stroking the keys with far more force than absolutely necessary. "Even if Jack's could be twelve years old without him noticing."

So, apparently there was a bit of drama going on here.

Jack's gaze settled on each of his team members in turn, a look reserved for each of them. Gwen got the small smile while Owen's look was amusement mixed with a twinge of annoyance. Still, while Owen was a twat, deep down Jack wouldn't have him any other way. Ianto... Ianto's look was a bit more complex. It managed to ask the questions 'what did you start?' and 'do I even want to know?'. Ianto's silent responses were 'nothing' and 'not on your life'.

It was the 'not on your life' answer that had Jack quirking an eyebrow. Once more Ianto shook his head ever so slightly, silently pleading for Jack to leave things be.

Then again, when did Jack ever let things be? He couldn't, was the proper answer because, apparently, such a thing went against his genetic makeup.

"A cake?" Jack asked, pushing off from the wall and further into the main area of the Hub. "What's the occasion?"

Owen hopped up from the stool he'd taken at some point after Jack's entrance and sauntered towards Gwen, dropping an arm around her shoulders. "Courtesy of our Welsh darling--"

"--Watch it," Ianto interjected.

"--our female Welsh darling," he amended quickly, "we have a birthday cake for our fearless leader. Picking a random day out of the air, she has decided that this should be the grand and glorious day that we celebrate the birth of one Captain Jack. And may I emphasize the point of 'random day'?"

If looks could have killed, Owen would have been cooling his heels in one of the cryogenic chambers in the morgue. Or, at the very least, would have been severely wounded. Jack would have wagered a shot to either the abdomen or shoulder -- either one would have put him out of commission for some time.

"Ianto, though, has his own theory," Tosh piped up, moving to stand beside Ianto. "He says that, through his own careful calculations, he has reached the definitive date of birth. February 29th."

"And that," Owen said, grinning at Jack, "is where we are at."

"I told you you didn't want to know," Ianto said with a sigh, ducking out from under Tosh's arm. "One day you'll listen to me."

There was a long pause, filled with another of those silent conversations between Jack and Ianto -- while the rest of the team exchanging glances with one another. While Ianto may have (on several occasions) categorically denied the notion that he was sleeping with Jack, the fact that he could carry on a silent conversation meant only one thing:

Ianto Jones was shagging his boss. Or was being shagged by. Either assessment fit the situation perfectly. And, really, in the end, how much did semantics matter?

"So," Jack said, finally breaking the lengthy silence, "are we going to cut this cake or not?"

"Are you going to tell us when your birthday is?" Gwen asked.

"Couldn't calculate it even if I told you," Jack replied. "Pointless to even try to do so," he continued, glancing at both Gwen and Ianto in turn. "However, there is cake and cake should not go to waste when it's brought. Who has a knife?"

Owen jumped up from his stool, shouting "I got one!" over his shoulder. He was back a moment later, carrying a wicked looking knife, complete with serrated blade.

"Isn't that one of your autopsy saws?" Tosh asked, looking at the instrument as if it had grown two legs and three heads. "Yes, it is," she answered without waiting for Owen's reply. "There's no way I'm eating something cut by a blade that could have Weevil bits stuck to it."

"It's been disinfected," Owen retorted. "Besides, we don't know Gwen's cooking. May need a saw in order to cut through the damn thing."

"Hardy-har-har," Gwen said with a roll of her eyes.

She took the offered saw from Owen, muttering under her breath as she cut the first piece, handing it over to the birthday boy. Or, in this case, the un-birthday boy. Gwen continued to cut slices, handing them out to the rest of the team. They, however, stared expectantly at Jack, waiting for him to take the first bite.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Eat," Jack commanded.

"Not a chance," Owen said, shaking his head. "If it's poison, you'll die and come back. We die and that's it. Game over."

A piece of cake hit Owen square between the eyes. Swearing, he moped the icing and cake particles out of his hair and off his skin, glaring at Gwen. Owen sputtered, spitting out the bits and pieces that had managed to make it to his lips.

"Nice shot," Tosh applauded, even if she too hadn't taken a bite.

All eyes turned to Owen, the victim of a drive-by-caking. Only Gwen looked smug, brushing the crumbs from her hands. Owen face was a strange mixture of disgust and murderous intent, wanting to throttle Gwen within an inch of her life.

"Hey, hey," Jack piped up, recognising that look in Owen's eyes. "Throttling the staff is my job and my job alone."

"The cake tastes like shite," Owen complained, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Utter, utter shite."

"Bastard," Gwen said, reaching for something else to throw. The moment her hand landed on the serrated saw, Jack stepped between them.

With a hand raised to Gwen, eyes narrowed as if to say 'don't even think about it', he took a small experimental bite of the cake. He'd tasted more than a few rotten things in his life, but this one took the cake -- no pun intended. He swallowed hard, tossing the cake into the trash and looking around for the nearest coffee mug. Didn't matter if it was Tosh's and had far too much sugar in it, Jack needed something to wash it down.

"Eggs," Jack said, making a face at not only the cake but the far-too-sweet coffee. "Cakes need eggs otherwise they're drier than Voxutari spit."

"Pleasant visual, Jack," Gwen said, sighing. "I thought I put eggs in. Or, rather, had asked Rhys to crack two in while I made icing."

"The icing isn't bad," Ianto said, fork edging around the cake, scraping off the outer layer. "So there is that."

Grinning, Jack ran a finger along the edge of his own piece, tongue wrapping around the digit as he sucked off the icing. His eyes were on Ianto who made a soft strangled sound in response. Only Jack could make such an action look vaguely obscene. Hell, there was no 'vaguely' about it. Jack looked downright dirty. Even Gwen shifted uncomfortably watching the display, dropping her head to let her hair obscure the flush that jumped to her cheeks.

"The cake is a total loss," She said, sliding the half-cut cake from the tray and into the nearest rubbish bin. "So much for that."

"Hullo, Jubilee Pizza?" Ianto's voice rose above Gwen's muttering as he spoke into the phone. "Order of two pizzas. Torchwood."

Jack sighed, head falling back in annoyance, staring up at the vaulted ceiling above. "What part of 'secret organisation and we don't order pizza under the name of Torchwood' don't you lot get?"

An Update! A Real, Live Update!

2009-02-11T17:06:25Z

Ugh. I really was going to try and NOT do the sporadic updates. Then Cats happened. Closes this weekend and I can finally find myself again. No more legwarmers.

avengangle I suck. And yes, dinner one of these nights would rock. ♥

The Good
• Got a couple of scholarship offers. No more acceptances which is worrisome. But at least I have someplace.
• Who is continuing to eat my brain. In answer to the questions from the last post? I'm all the way through s1 now. I did things out of order to watch Jack's character arc so NOW am going back through to watch the whole thing. Who is LOVE. And I'm just sorry I was this stubborn for THIS long. Oi.
• Am now the proud owner of a 1950s RAF officer's greatcoat. I've been watching for them for YEARS and finally found one that will fit. And will be LONG.
• Weight watch: 203ish. So I've hit about the 30 lbs lost mark, give or take.

The Bad
• Yes, guess who is sick. ME! And this is on top of mother being deathly ill this past week too. Stayed home from work. Am about to go into the doc's and have bloodwork taken. JOY AND RAPTURE. Only not.
• Got Dinged by American two days ago. And their letter was RUDE. In not so many words they basically said "Yes, we saw your softs. But we look at LSATs and while some people could be successful even with low numbers, we don't think you will. Go to hell."

The Ugly
• Case Western. Sending me a package with a BIG-ASS WHITE ENVELOPE with the opening lines of "Thank you for your recent application to CWRU. On behalf of Dean Robert Rawson and our faculty and staff, I am pleased to provide you with the latest Admissions Bulletin for the school of law." Bastard. Don't start out a "here's info on the school" letter like a damned Acceptance letter. And people wonder why lawyers are jackasses.

♥ Finally getting back to my computer and starting to catch up with my flist. I know I haven't been commenting as much as I normally do, and I'm sorry. It's feeling like the old mental issues of lurking and hiding are creeping up. Which is one of the reasons I'm seeing the doc today and have them check my thyroid levels. My mood swings lately have been wretched. ♥ I love you guys. Seriously.

And, too, if you're having a bad day -- or even a good day! -- and want a hug from Lia, all comments to this post come with hugs. Just sayin'.

Coughing up Hairballs -- aka, Cats comes to the Playhouse!

2009-01-24T04:39:25Z

A Numbered List!

1. Work has been insane. The supposed 'easy' rental turned out to be bloody insane. Costume rentals should be of the, pull it out and give it to the actors. This? Was wretched. I cannot tell you the number of costumes we've had to fix/redo/repair because what we got was absolute shit.

Oi.

2. Heard from another school! Ave Maria School of Law wants me, and George Washington deferred my decision until mid-February. So, the current tally is 3-1-1 (8) [acceptance-decline-waitlist (number to hear from)]. Will keep you updated as it all goes.

3. I have fallen in love with Doctor Who & Torchwood. Had various reasons why I wouldn't watch it before now, but doesn't matter. I'm loving it. And my Capt Jack. *shifty*

4. I hate the weather along the great lakes at this time of year. I really, really do. And over-protective parents too, for that matter.

5. That time of year again! Valentinr.

Get your own valentinr

6. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! ♥

gulp

2009-01-15T13:52:20Z

Well, according to all the yahoos on TLS, George Washington is sending out emails today of the Early Decision candidates and then doing the mailing tomorrow.

Insert Lia panicking here.

Really -- good thinky thoughts in my direction today. I'm not expecting good news because while my GPA is above their median, my LSATs are decidedly not and I"m hoping all my softs carry me.

So, yes... good thoughts. While I become a fecking basket case...

thescarletwoman @ 2009-01-04T23:24:00

2009-01-05T04:25:18Z

Nice to know that, even in the side of the family you like, hypocrisy can still run rampant. Then again, when it's the side of the family you like -- it hurts all the more.

It almost feels like a betrayal.

Yeah -- so much for going to her bachelorette. If I go up to NYC, it'll be just for her -- sometime when it can be just her, me and her fiancée. I have no desire to spend any time with the rest of them.

Guess this is what I get for fucking being proud of my nieces.

Happy Christmas to All, And to All a Good Night!

2008-12-25T08:11:18Z

I want to wish everyone a very happy Christmas to all those who celebrate it. ♥

Managing to find one of my most favourite christmas films EVER through a torrent, I felt the need to share the Virginia letter with you guys. It's an editorial from 1897 and it's... I love it. And so fits the holiday. Because, really, I think we'll always believe in the man in the red suit at least some place in our hearts.

"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

And just because... the Macy's Commercial this year

A warm and happy holiday to you and yours. ♥

TAH DAH! (and a large gulp to go with it)

2008-12-11T20:19:25Z

Everything has been paid for. Everything has just been sent. Few additional forms that I have to send in as well. Also, in the end, did decide to go Early Decision at George Washington. So... we'll see what happens there.

I'm now, officially, a candidate for law school. Twelve of them, to be exact....

I don't know if I'd rather scream in relief or throw up out of nerves.

Let the wibbling begin!

Oh. My. God.

2008-12-10T20:17:20Z

As of 3:11pm on December 10th, I'm done with my law school apps. The folks are giving it a final once over tonight and tomorrow (or saturday) I submit everything.

I'm in... such a state of euphoria right now to have this done.

Now I can concentrate on the fun things again. Like fic writing, actually sending out emails I've been meaning to do for a month and not having my head buried in these damn statements of purpose. Tonight, when I get home from the show, emails of my addy will go out. But if you want it now: Lia Doran; PO Box 435 Erie, PA 16512.

I'm so bloody relieved.

So, darling flist, how have you guys been? I've missed you like crazy and I'm sorry I've been so distracted lately. This has just been a huge weight around my neck for the past month. Thanks for putting up with me. Now it's the wibbling over acceptance and decline letters. *whimper* ♥

Last Chance!

2008-12-04T03:59:13Z

LJ Card Post || IJ Card Post

Last chance for Christmas cards! I'm planning on addressing them this weekend. And I'll send out the email for those of you needing my address. Actually -- I'll still send it but here's mine for all those who don't have it.

Lia Doran
PO Box 435
Erie, PA 16512

Those few of you who have my home addy, that's totally fine to use. You know who you are. ♥

Kids these days! WTF!

2008-11-19T14:30:52Z

Obligatory Christmas Card Reminder!

LJ Card Post || IJ Card Post

And yes, I know I had a couple people ask me -- even if you know I have your address -- just drop me another line on this one. It's always easier for me to find who wants a card to have everything in just one place. And don't worry if we don't talk much. I still want to spread christmas cheer! ♥

* * *

For the actual update. I'm helping out at one of the local High Schools and their fall musical which is, brace yourselves, Sweeney Todd. Yes, a High School that isn't a performing arts school is doing Sweeney. And best of all, their poor violins haven't played a show before EVER -- and their first one is Sweeney. Yeah, they're more than a little lost.

But what I don't get (and I sound like I'm sixty saying this) is kids today. I graduated high school in 2002. NOT that long ago. But these kids today! We're doing dress rehearsal on monday and the director wanted to run act 2 first. Fine, whatever.

They were used to getting out of rehearsal at 5:30. 5:30 comes? My side of the pit goes from 2 violins, 2 violas, 2 celli and a bass... to me, a cellist and the bass player. AND best of all, they're half-way through act I at about 6pm. Director calls out that the rest of the ensemble should go do vocals.

Kid on stage: Uh... they're not here.
Director: what do you mean they're not here?
Kid on stage: They... well... they all left to go home.

Didn't tell the director. just left. When I was in school? We stayed until the job was done. We started dress rehearsals at 4pm once we were done with school. Every night we called papa john's to get pizza delivered to the school because we were there until we got done. If it was 10pm, it was 10 pm.

Seriously. What is WITH kids today?

Holiday Cards 2008!

2008-11-11T05:11:46Z

Given that we had a massive snow-fall today, I figured it was time to get into the holiday spirit!

Yes, I'm going to do them. ignoring the fact that I have two packages that were supposed to go out last christmas sitting at my feet right now. *headdesk* Dropping cards off = easy. Packages = Lia!Fail

BUT! Cards! I'll have reminders up once a week all through november. I don't mind sending cards and really, really love to send and receive 'em. ♥

View Poll: Holiday Cards 2008!

A Sign of Things to Come?

2008-11-09T19:56:09Z

Had a brilliant time in cleveland this weekend with rose_whispers for avengangle and Ben's wedding. And, of course, no trip to Cleveland is complete without Ben and I discussing Ubuntu. Even if it is at his wedding reception. *coff* [speaking of. Steph, tell Ben that the update went through fine and the two weird issues my laptop was having are gone after I did the update. And ask him where the all-black theme he's using came from. XD]

So Rose is on the bus for the way home -- and I'm sitting here all asquee. Not because she left (because WOE) but because of what happened at the bus terminal.

I'm wearing my "Producers" sweatshirt and this guy comes up to me and asks if it was from the National Tour. I explain that it's from the Playhouse production. He says he always asks when he sees people wearing show shirts/sweatshirts because he's with the national touring company of Cats. [insert HOLY SHIT here]. Start talking about Andrew, as he had played piano in that pit for a year.

To make a long story short, he took my name, number and email. And said he'd pass them along to their music contractor. The guy (his name was Jerry) that I spoke to is the massage therapist. So it's not like he's just an actor, he's part of the production staff. AND on top of that, said that violinists are in demand for tours. HIGH demand.

So... uh... law school might get pushed back for a year. I have no idea if anything is going to come from this. And it's very, very possible that nothing will. But there's a chance.

Holy. Shit.

History Made

2008-11-05T05:23:52Z

Congratulations President-Elect Obama. ♥

It's been quite a night. Will things be perfect? No. Will there be finger pointing when things don't go right? Sure. That's the way of politics. To everyone who went out and voted today, thank you. No matter who you voted for -- thank you.

And that's it for me talking politics. Because I have too many friends on either side of the aisle right now and it's making me very meh tonight. Was he the best choice? I really don't know. I don't know if there was the proverbial best choice running. But this is who we have. Now, lets give the democrats 4 years to try and fix things.

Hey, it's only 4 years.

Best of all? I now can write my statement of purpose. Because part of his arts platform is EXACTLY what I want to do with my law degree.

I Voted!

2008-11-04T19:30:39Z

But I have no sticker to show for it. I'm extremely bummed. I asked our neighbor who usually works the polls for one. She said they ran out. They. Ran. Out.

Dude.

Yes, I realise our precinct usually has a very low turnout. There's been nights when I've voted at 7pm and only been number 600 or so. But dude. Seriously? You ran out of stickers by 2pm? *sigh* yay for people on this side of town being teh stupid. But in the good news column, no irregularities with our machines that I noticed at least.

I was number 893. Mom voted at about 9 am and was number 280. *squee* Love this turn out.

And now I can't even get my cup of coffee from Starbucks. WOE.

And yes, the West Wing Icons will continue for the rest of the day. XD See, this is all the political junkie-ness I spared you guys from. ;o)

ETA: Because I saw this at work and wanted it somewhere easy to find.

Happy Election Day! [A PSA]

2008-11-04T14:18:59Z

I've been very good about not discussing politics in my journal this year. I have a lot of friends on both sides of the aisle and for me, I'm not completely thrilled with either candidate. Usually at this point in time is when I pull out my 'Republicans for Voldemort'.

But in any case, I'm going to be quoting West Wing quite a bit right now. As they say on the Episode 'Election Night': No matter who you vote for, make sure you vote. From reports I've been reading, it sounds like we're set up to have one of the highest voter turnouts in a long time.

So yes, no matter what, please vote. No matter who you're voting for, go vote. In my opinion, voting lets you make your choice. If you don't get your choice, you have the right to bitch about what's going on in the country. You don't vote, you lose that right. It may be one voice, but one voice can make all the difference.

I leave you with the opening scene of TWW 'Election Night'. Because it is brilliant. I don't know about you, but I'll be watching all the election returns tonight. Whee for being a political junkie!

Hello Vodka My Old Friend

2008-10-25T02:22:14Z

I just got them.

Hello Vodka.

Yep. I did worse this time around. One point lower.

Just fuck me with a sharp stick. I don't think I've stopped crying yet.

A 3.6 GPA and I can't fucking score above a 154.

Just shoot me and put me out of my misery.

T minus... something.

2008-10-24T03:28:08Z

Well, assuming the pattern from the June LSAT holds true, I'll have my score by about 3pm-ish tomorrow. Otherwise, the official score release day is Monday. If I have to wait until Monday, I'll go bonkers.

But at the same time -- I don't want my score. I'm afraid I did worse given the bronchitis. And yeah -- I want them and I don't.

*sigh*

Damned if I do... and damned if I don't. Why does what law school you get into have to do SO much with how you scored on a standardized test? I have a 3.6 GPA. I'm not stupid. I just don't test well.

Bah. Is it Friday yet?

FIC: While the Cat's Away... (Narcissa/Bellatrix; NC-17)

2008-10-22T04:37:01Z

I'm going to say this here as I went on a self-imposed hiatus for the past couple of weeks. I needed the time to clear my head. I will get to commenting to my last post. Those who did... thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you and your support. ♥

And now! This month's daily_deviant fic! w00t!

Title: While the Cat's Away...
Author: thescarletwoman
Characters: Narcissa, Bellatrix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys, incest, lingeire
Themes/kinks chosen: Adultery
Word Count: ~2100
Summary: Lucius may have his 'whatevers'... but Narcissa has her Bella.
Author's notes: It's been a while since I've had the chance to write femme and the theme fit it perfectly. Thanks to jateshi for the uberly speedy beta!

( ...the Mice Will Play )