ella_menno: (ouch!harry)
Dear Fanfic Writers of the Intertubes:

TAUT: /tôt/Adjective
1. Stretched or pulled tight; not slack: "the fabric stays taut without adhesive".
2. (esp. of muscles or nerves) Tense; not relaxed.

TAUNT: /tônt/
Verb: Provoke or challenge (someone) with insulting remarks: "students began taunting her about her weight".
Noun: A remark made in order to anger, wound, or provoke someone.


Please notice that, though they differ by only one letter, these are two distinctly different words.

Thank you for your kind attention to this important matter.

xoxo,

Moi

*sniffles*

Jul. 31st, 2009 08:23 am
ella_menno: (blue pen)
What are the five most heartbreaking things that have ever happened in your fandom(s)?

~ from [livejournal.com profile] fannish_5


In no particular order, and right off the top of my head:

1. The Sentinel: Blair. Fountain. "Don't you go!" *is broken*

2. Smallville: Lex's memories of how baby Julian really died - the end music ("My Immortal," by Evanescence), playing behind Clark's conversation w/Martha, was the killer for me.

3. Harry Potter (books): Fred's death in "DH." There were many moments in the series that made me cry, but that one hit me hardest emotionally. Odd, I know.

4. HP (movies): I have as many (if not more!) problems with the films as anyone, but Amos Diggory's reaction to Cedric's death always - always - brings me to tears. The wracking kind.

5. Supernatural: The closing moments of AHBL part one, and Dean's monologue to Sam at the beginning of part 2. Wrecks me, every time.

ETA: Ooh! Can't leave this out -

6. Revenge of the Sith: Everything after Anakin pledges fealty to Palpatine. I sobbed my way through the last, say, half-hour of that movie. It really did break my heart.

Lord. Now I feel all bummed out!
ella_menno: (brothers gotta hug)
I'm pretty much unspoiled for the finale in that all I've seen is the preview that aired at the end of last week's ep. (It is getting pretty freaking hard to resist looking at the preview clips/director's cuts/whatever they are, though.)

These are my thoughts, in no particular order:

1. I have this horrible, sinking feeling that the very last shot of the very last scene in this very last S3 episode is going to be one of a very dead Dean. *cries*

2. Reaction to Bela and her spoiler? ) aside, I think her storyline was there to make a point: well, if the above word is a spoiler, the rest of this is as well )

3. Within reason, now, what would you say the options are for how this season ends? We've got several categories to work with -

a. Dean: alive or dead? in Hell or in some sort of Limbo? still Dean or something Other?
b. Sam: alive or dead? evil or not? simply human or something more?

What else am I missing, y'all? (And why didn't I make this a poll, dangit? I LOVE polls!)

4. It's a good thing I'm not all nervous and anxious and worried about the finale. Nope, not me. *fidgets*
ella_menno: (dean and bobby by keb91)
spoilery, o'course )


In conclusion? I LOVE MY SHOW.

Someone hold me and tell me the writer's strike isn't going to deprive us of story resolution. Pwease?
ella_menno: (fangirls! hide! by inmypants)
7:20 - leave house to take kids to school

7:25 - remind N. to do the worksheet he forgot to bring home last night

7:28 - wave goodbye to kids; hug/kiss the ones who will let me do so in public

7:30 - leave school and head to Target

7:45 - linger in Target parking lot bewailing the fact the store doesn't open until 8:00

7:58 - exit car and stand by doors to Target, ignoring questioning looks from passers-by

8:00 - enter Target and head for DVD section

8:00:27 (approx.) - HOLD SUPERNATURAL SEASON TWO IN MY HOT LITTLE HANDS, FINALLY!!!1!!!!11!!


The rest of the day? Three guesses what I'm doing while the kids are at school, and the first two don't count.
ella_menno: (baby!harry illo)
Yeah, I'm just going to cut-tag the whole entry. )

And now, I need a nap.
ella_menno: (griff pride neville)
1. The HP #7 nerves have officially set in. On each of the past two nights, I've had dreams about the upcoming book. I don't remember much about last night's - mostly, it was me trying to keep the Oldest Child away from a caffeinated beverage at the midnight release party - but the previous night's dream was a doozy.

I was standing alone in the middle of my local Barnes and Noble. It seemed to be open for business, yet nobody else was there. I had my brand, spanking new copy of Deathly Hallows (btw, do book titles get italicized or quotation-marked? I never can remember....) and started reading it, not even bothering to find myself a chair.

And it sucked. It sucked. Somehow, right off the bat I could tell that none of the plotlines got any resolution, plus, only the first half of the book was actually about Harry et al; the remainder was a long list from JKR of all the other books, plays, etcetera that had influenced her writing over the years.

Very unsatisfying, I must say. Happily, I think my actual experience with the book will be much better. *g*

2. After holding out for Lo These Many Years, I have finally seen the first two Lord of the Rings movies in their entirety. (The third one is making its way here even as we speak.)

The fanbabies and I are watching it together, which (much to my surprise) isn't irritating me at all. I told them going into it that they should feel free to ask any questions that they wanted to, and that I'd pause the movie to answer as best I could.

This was a boon to them, or so it would seem from their expressions; then again, I am the one who enacted the ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING DURING SMALLVILLE UNLESS YOU ARE ON FIRE AND EVEN THEN IT BETTER BE A BIG ONE rule, so perhaps it’s not so surprising.

Anyway. The first movie, which runs for three hours, took us nearly four to get through, what with all the questions. It was quite interesting to note what kinds of questions each of them asked. (For the record, the Oldest had the fewest questions, which were most often variations on ‘which character is that again?’ Middle’s questions were along the lines of “is he a bad guy or a good guy?” and “is that a computer special effect, or a filming trick?” Smallest, of course, just wanted to know “is this a scary part?”)

I think I’ll wait to give my opinion until I’ve seen the third film. I will say that I’m enjoying them far more than I expected to, which is a pleasant surprise. (I’ll also say that I’ve found yet another actor who does nothing for me in stills, but makes me slightly breathless whilst watching him in action: Viggo Mortenson. *swoon*)

3. In perusing my LJ profile today, I realized I have an odd number of communities friended, which bothers me. (I don’t know why. Yet another neuroses, I’m sure.) I’m not willing to dump any of them, so I need to add another comm: who wants to suggest one or two three?

*Come on: TENTACKLES. I know there's tentacle, ahem, fic out there - someone, somewhere, simply MUST have written RPS tentacle fic. Or, if I could just be honest here, RPS tentacle porn. Therefore, there must be at least one story extant that could rightfully be labeled "tentackles."
ella_menno: (time out)
Had several consecutive minutes to myself today - a miracle, I know - and this is how I amused myself.

*shakes head* I am an odd little duck, y'all.

A PARTIAL LIST OF CRACKED-OUT CROSSOVERS I'D LIKE TO READ


1. SPN/SG-1: Sam Winchester and Sam Carter hang out in a bar, bitching about their siblings/colleagues, and how much each of them hates being called "Samantha."

2. HP/Friends: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ginny go through a door in the Department of Mysteries and end up at Central Perk.

3. SPN/ER: Dean Winchester goes to his first "Womanizer's Anonymous" meeting; Doug Ross offers to be his sponsor.

4. Homicide/SVU: Pembleton teaches some sort of procedural class to the detectives of SVU. (Okay, so that's not all THAT cracky.)

5. SPN/HP: (afterlife fic) - John and Mary Winchester have coffee with James and Lily Potter.

6. SW (fic)/SPN RPS: Padme/Padackles (Yeah. I don't even have an idea for that one; it's just there for the pairing line.)

7. generic celebrity RPF: Hayden Panetierre/Hayden Christianson

8. Spongebob Squarepants/Wall Street: Mr. Krabs and Gordon Gekko. (NOT SLASH, people. Yeesh.)

9. SPN/SVU: Agent Henricksen enlists the help of Stabler and Benson to track down the Winchester boys.

10. SW/SGA: Jar Jar Binks ends up in wherever it is the SGA folk congregate. (What? I'm not even marginally into SGA! Cut me some slack!)

And, what may be my personal favorite:

11. HP/SPN: Sirius-as-Padfoot gets taken in as Bobby's junkyard dog. Dude. I know. Different continents. Did you miss the "cracked" part of the title?

I. Need to go find a hobby, I think....
ella_menno: (Default)
1. I feel like I've forgotten how to LJ. I mean, I have like a gazillion ideas for long, thoughtful posts, but when I try to type them up, it's like they just...*pffft*. Y'know?

2. Head colds suck.

3. Courtesy of Middle Child, I give you the Quote of the Day:

Noodles are like a cuddle for my tummy.


4. Supernatural owns me SO HUGE. There's so much to love, and so much to read, and so much to watch, and. And, and, and. Guh. *flails*

5. My fingers are cold.

6. Crackfic idea my brain WILL NOT DROP: Dean Winchester/Luna Lovegood. What?! It could work!

7. I gave up chocolate for Lent, and lo, it is KEELING ME DED. Why's that, you ask? Well! Let me tell you what DOES NOT HELP: The big old hunk of (homemade!) chocolate cake covered in (homemade!) chocolate frosting that my mom made and brought over for my birthday, because grr, my stupid birthday fell during Lent, AGAIN, and how was she supposed to know what I gave up for Lent since I don't talk about it, but anyway - said CHOCOLATELY-CHOCOLATE CAKE is sitting ALONE and UNATTENDED in my kitchen right now - UNSUPERVISED, I'm telling you - and I'm just NOT THAT STRONG, people.

8. I kind of want to write again. Thinking about drabbling in the near future.

9. Seriously - there was a time when I was marginally entertaining in this medium. WTF happened?

10. Jensen Ackles is the hottest thing in forever, The End.
ella_menno: (safety pin)
THINGS I HAVE LEARNED TODAY


1. When you take your money, debit card, and credit card out of your Big Clunky Purse in order to put them in your Tiny Darling Handbag when you go out over the weekend, you should make sure that you put all that stuff back into your Big Clunky Purse before you go to the grocery store. If you don't, you will look like a Big Clunky Idiot when you try to, you know, purchase the groceries.

2. When you see your dog sniffing, nosing, and licking an unidentified object, you should not assume it's just a leaf; what you should do is go inspect the Fascinating Mystery Object in order to make sure said dog is not blissfully putting her tongue all over a dead mouse.

3. I can kick a dead mouse pretty damned far.
ella_menno: (baby ginny)
Hellooooooooooooo everyone! We're back from the fifteen-day tour of All Parts North (well, not all parts - just the parts where our relatives reside). 'Twas a good trip, if for no other reason than we didn't have the Random Fits of Barfage with which we were plagued during Christmas '04. The kids were good, the husband actually - gasp! - relaxed, and I managed to stop worrying and enjoy myself for the greater part of the holiday, which was a big change for me.

Had a number of odd, unusual, and otherwise memorable conversations with various people on topics such as these:

* Hypothetically spaking, would a thumbless monkey actually be a monkey, or does the lack of opposable thumbage downgrade said animal from status as a primate?

* What's a better scenario: Darth Vader at Hogwarts, or Severus Snape in outer space? (Very important for those of us who received several Lego sets from our grandparents.)

* Who came up with the original idea for the athletic cup? Did it follow on the heels of injury, or was it from its inception a preventative measure? How long have those things been around, and do they have any interesting backstories - like how George Washington's false teeth were made of wood, for example - was the first athletic cup made of, say, half a coconut shell? Did the village blacksmith attempt to make inroads into the area of genital protection?

In our defense, I will say that most conversations of this sort happened in the 14-odd hours we spent in the car. (28 hours if you count the trip there and back, and that's not taking into account the 10-hour round trip to MN.) Ye gads, we travel too much.

***

And now I bring to you a question: does anyone have a good remedy for EXTREMELY chapped lips? I don't know if I ran into something I'm allergic to, or if it's just been that dry, but my lips hurt. Both corners are cracked, and my bottom lip feels only slightly less bad than it would had I run a dry-cheese grater over it several times. (That last sentence was awkward; however, I'm excusing myself from fixing it, in deference to my OW OW OW lips.)

***

I do want to wish everyone a Happy New Year, too, though the wishes are a few days late.
ella_menno: (me at a desk with a soda)
Much to my shock and surprise, all three of the kids and the husband watched LotR: TTT several times this weekend. (TNT was running it repeatedly.) I myself have never been much of a Tolkien fan – I blame this shortcoming on the mandatory seventh-grade dissection reading/analysis of The Hobbit – so I only watched bits and pieces of it.

Thanks to fannish osmosis, I was able to follow along pretty well (even though I wasn't really paying attention.) There were a few things that definitely stuck in my head, however….

1. All those “still the prettiest” icons? Okay! I totally get that now! Matter of fact, even the decidedly non-fannish husband was referring to him as “the pretty blond boy” (okay, really he said “the pretty-boy blond,” but it’s practically the same thing) by the end of the weekend.

2. How the LotR fans keep all those wacky names straight, I’ll never know. Barafaragorn? Gimlilumlas? My favorite, of course, was the oldest child referreing to Orlando Bloom’s character as “the Lego maniac.”

3. While we’re on the subject of name-confusion, can I lodge my complaint against the whole “Saruman/Sauron” thing? If you simply must have a Big Bad and his Main Henchman, could you at least do us the courtesy of giving them less-similar names? Even the nasty old Emperor gave his Darths different titles, for heaven’s sake.

4. Speaking of Star Wars, the children were quite impressed to hear that Saruman was the same guy who played Count Dooku. Oh, and we realized the reality/fiction line is still blurred for the six year old, as he kept hollering at anyone who appeared onscreen with Saruman to "watch out for his lightsaber!!"

5. So, um, Gandalf. He's dead, he's not dead, he's dead, he's not dead. Indecisive, much?

6. I was truly amused to hear the boys discussing a "Gollum vs. Dobby" smackdown; became frightened when I realized such a thing probably exists in a fic.

7. Last of all, those Ork monster thingies? Were wicked scary. Makes a lot of sense, now, why Mork was so thrilled to get off-planet. *nodnod*
ella_menno: (strange girls)
1. Parents will be here in less than 24 hours. Official freaking out started this morning.

2. Note to oldest child: if you encounter frozen waffles that are stuck together, do not attempt to unstick them by running them under warm water. Especially not if you're going to stick them in the toaster immediately afterwards.

3. Etiquette question: if one is having houseguests, and said houseguests are going to sleep on a pullout sofa, and said sofa does not interfere with normal house traffic when it's unfolded, should the host set up said bed (sheets, blankets, etc) for the guests, or should the host let the guests make it up themselves?

4. Note to dog: Please do not to be pooping in the house whilst my parents are here. My dad already doesn't like you; your wee tiny little poops will not endear you to him. Thanks.

5. Found several shirts at Cafe Press that I waaaaaaant. Seriously thinking about purchasing this one. Tell me it wouldn't be great to wear that when I go see GoF?

6. Child crying. Cannot procrastinate any more. Grr.
ella_menno: (strange girls)
More of my seemingly endless quest to figure out who I am and what I believe, this time in chunky list form.

I don't feel quite right sending this out into the world without noting that all opinions herein are just that - opinions. Don't be surprised if you find sentences that seem to contradict other sentences. I'm trying to figure all this stuff out myself.


EDUCATION

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INFLUENCE

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RELIGION

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IDIOSYNCRACIES

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MOTHERHOOD

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WRITING

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WORKING

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MARRIAGE AND FAMILY

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FANDOM

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SEX

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PERSONALITY DEFECTS

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REETCHICK or, the intersection of fandom, sex, motherhood, marriage, homeschooling, and idiosyncrasies.

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I don’t know who I am. I’m not sure I’ll ever know who I am.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I think I’m starting to know who I want to be.


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quote in subject line from Richard Bach
ella_menno: (nitwitblubber)
1. Bedroom carpet: peed on (thanks, Daisy)
2. Weather: rainy
3. Fan/AC/vent/whatever: still broken
4. Oldest child: sullen about poor performance in math
5. Youngest child: in love with Buzz and Woody
6. Middle child: on-track to juvenile delinquent-hood
7. Hair: uncooperative and frizzy
8. Potential art teacher: hasn't responded to email
9. Lunch: probably leftovers
10. Attitude: better than one would expect, given the circumstances.
ella_menno: (Default)
1. I tried the whole “deep thoughts” thing last night, and I’m amazed at how bad I’ve gotten at the whole LJ/blogging thing. I feel like I can’t write – no, scratch that – I feel like I can’t even think properly anymore. Seems I need the mental exercise of putting my thoughts into concrete words, of committing them to paper in order to force them into some sort of sense. Because the stuff I wrote last night? Not so much with the making sense.

In other words, back to random, trivial natterings.


2. For reasons beyond my control, my daughter has spent the evening addressing me as “sir.” In a moment of ill-advised sarcasm, I said to her, “so what does that make you, Marcie?” Naturally, because Life Is Like That, she said “Yes. I’m Marcie,” and now she won’t respond to her own name.

Oh, and just to stir things up a bit - Daddy intervened, and now if she doesn't call me “sir,” she’s calling me “Peppermint Mommy.” Ah, the joys.


3. If OTPs were assigned based on how much you encountered them in one day, my new OTP would be “My Dog/Underpants in the Hamper.” I’m just saying.


4. Once again, the mister is working (at least he’s at home, though!), leaving me to my own devices to entertain myself.

*pauses* this is how I got into trouble the last time, isn’t it.

Anyway. In a pile next to me, I have the following (in no particular order):

*seasons one and two of Stargate SG-1
*season two of Smallville
*book - The Half-Blood Prince
*DVD - "Fifty First Dates"
*book – The Valley of Horses

Plus, y’know. The laptop.

I don’t know why I give myself this many choices. I’m going to do what I end up doing ninety-five percent of the time when he’s down the hall and I’m in here – I’ll keep telling myself I’ll watch one episode of Smallville and then turn off the computer so I can be asleep by ten-thirty.

What I’ll actually end up doing is dinking on the computer until midnight, all the while lecturing myself on how I need more sleep.

Being predictable is so … predictable.


5. Unlike the way that you never can tell, with bees, I find that I always can tell, with headaches - one of which I have now.

See, there’s the 'I just need some caffeine' headache (this is not one of those, which is good, because caffeine this late at night would make for a whole new set of problems).

There’s the 'everyone is so LOUD' headache, which this one cannot be, as the house is as close to silent as it gets.

There’s the 'I’m utterly exhausted' headache, which this just doesn’t feel like; when I tried to lie down earlier, me poor wee head just hurt all the more.

There’s the 'I’m so stressed out' headache, which I have ruled out because those headaches occur right here *points to back of head* and this current headache hurts right here *points to side of head, towards the back sort of behind the right ear, but kind of reflecting out in a triangular fashion*.

Happily, it’s definitely not the 'hello, I am a migraine and I’m here to keel you ded!' headache. (As if I’d be here typing if it were that sort.) However, that leaves me with the 'shut up and suffer through it and it’ll most likely be gone in the morning' option. Hmph.

Unless, of course, it’s one of those sudden-onset brain tumors. *wg*


6. I can’t decide whether or not this is sacrilege. Whether or not it is, I know that it’s funny. (there are 16 panels). Don't miss "Sodom and Gomorrah"!


7. That's it for tonight, as my right eye is now tearing up with pain. Oy.

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