So come dance the silence down through the morning
Has the snow stopped yet? Is life going back to normal? I am having a hard time remembering what day it is.
Damn. For such a short month, February has a ton crammed into it. I think we've finally completed the five back-to-back holidays where we celebrate lunar cycles, lai see, tigers, rebirth, dead Christian martyrs, Lupercalia, flying fat babies, hearts, chocolates, Hallmark cards, dead presidents, car sales, pennies, cherry pie, excess, fat, alcohol, sugar, lust, gluttony, topless girls, beads, meat, ashes, no meat, abstinence, fasting, penitence, and good ol' Catholic guilt. It's like a car crash of holidays, where you can celebrate completely opposite things and values at the same time! Glorious. And of course, there's the addition of the Olympics this year, which is just a cherry on top.
While the Winter Games still only come second in my heart to their summer sibling, I've been enjoying the Vancouver Games so far. What I actually remember of the opening ceremony was very nice! I, er, don't actually remember the whole thing, because one of my good friends came over with alcohol, and informed me we were drinking for the event. I acquiesced, though I was eyeing her libations with a wary eye, given that they consisted of Three Olive bubblegum vodka and Watermelon Pucker schnapps.
(For those interested, bubblegum vodka tastes exactly like you would expect bubblegum vodka to taste. And we finished the Pucker off within twenty minutes of her arrival, which is what probably led to the next events.)
Given that we were both far too lazy to go through the effort of assembling mixed drinks, we decided to work with a shot system. In the spirit of the Games, I rummaged through my alcohol tray with an eye to create an array of international possibilities. Since I like to buy random things, this meant we ended up with a pretty good showing, though we had to play fast and loose to get certain representations:
Ice wine (Canada)
Becherovka (Czech Republic)
Vanilla vodka (Russian)
Barenjager (Germany)
Peppermint Schnapps (this one made in America!)
Goldschlager (Switzerland, with bonus for being all medal thematic)
Amaretto (Italy)
Kahlua (Mexico)
Drambuie (Scotland)
Plum wine (Japan)
Ceramic jug of wine of dubious age (Korean, we think, judging from the text)
Malibu (Barbados)
Bombay gin (England)
Sherry (Spain)
Absinthe (technically a Czech brand, but standing in for France)
Clear stuff that might also have been gasoline (China. Was bought six years ago in Beijing. Aging did not improve)
There was also bourbon, which we did not drink, but placed on the table for true American representation, and Seagrams whiskey, which we were going to use for Canada before I found the ice wine in the back of the fridge.
Our livers set to be destroyed and our hangovers pretty much guaranteed, we proceeded to make popcorn and get hammered.
Since we weren't really coordinated enough to drink whatever type of alcohol it was whenever the country in question was on screen, we decided to make it simple and go with some kind of stereotype. We discussed and dismissed drinking every time we saw a maple leaf (too easy), every time NBC showed the clip of the Nodar Kumaritashvili crash (too tasteless and too sad), every time someone referred to Lindsey Vonn as the next Michael Phelps (heh), every time the press tried to mosey around Johnny Weir's sexuality (haters), every time the camera cut to Shaun White (get a haircut, hippie!), and so forth. What I really wanted was to have some kind of Bode Miller based drinking game, but alas, I think someone must have clocked him over the head with a ski because he actually behaved himself.
Eventually, we decided to drink every time we saw a moose, which worked out nicely since they were featured prominently on the US team's knit caps, and we were already fairly sloshed before the Opening Ceremony even started. I remember the snowboarder, the maple leaf of lights, the native dancing, and someone singing O Canada, though I was drunk enough at that point to not understand it was in French. Then there's a chunk of blank, except for some whales, and then the endless procession of countries, interspersed with blanks.
I did wake up in time to see the lighting of the kettle, both indoors and out, but from there on, it was only a short trip to bed, and then a very interesting morning the next day.
At any rate, I'm happy for Bode's bronze, even if he is somewhat more mature this time around. The moguls are insane, and those are actually really fun to watch. The figure skating was also fantastic, and I cheered like hell for the winning Chinese pair, because they really were such a sweet story, and it was great to see how thrilled they looked when they finally attained what they'd been trying for over eighteen years. The silver placing Chinese team also put on a fantastic show.
In terms of the male singles, I'm still holding out for Johnny Weir to pull off a come from behind win because I love him so. I liked Evan Lysacek a lot better at the Turin games; now he just comes off as a douche to me. I probably should re-evaluate that-the interviews he spoke that originally gave me such a bad impression of him are in the past now, but I just haven't managed to ever warm up to him again. (Also, his hair scares me. I think it is sentient.)
Plushenko is Plushenko. The Hetalia fandom seems to be going nuts over how much he looks like the Hetalia version of Russia. The Washington Post did give me a chuckle when they had an article with-
The text message from Russian Olympic teammate and Washington Capitals star Alex Ovechkin came just minutes after Evgeni Plushenko had completed his short program on the opening night of the men's Olympic competition, showing the same brilliance he displayed in winning the Olympic gold four years ago.
About three hours before Ovechkin took the ice for Russia's opening hockey game, he wrote in Russian to Plushenko, "We are all holding hands and watching you right now."
I just like the mental image of the entire Russian Hockey Team, sitting there clutching hands while staring at the figure skating. Poor guys, they want to be sparkly too. They could dress like that Belgian figure skater who wore a skeleton outfit and skated to "Night on Bald Mountain." That works for hockey, right? In the end, there were some awesomely batshit insane costumes to watch. And flidgetjerome almost got me fired at work when I couldn't stop laughing over her email that said-
In the meanwhile I am totally rooting for Daisuki Takahashi, who is totally the nephew Chairman Kaga refuses to talk about because he stole his favourite coat and devoted his life to ice-skating instead of cooking death-matches.
Lindsay Vonn looked really stoked, and I'm happy for her. I'm amazed at how much air those downhill skiers get on their jumps. Shaun White also amazed me, but again, his hair is very distracting. I think I said at the last Winter Games how much he reminds me of a distant American cousin of the Weasley clan, who is using his magic powers to bring extreme sports into the wizarding world. So much for Quodpot.
Shave your chin-pubes, Apolo Ohno. And you owe those two South Korean guys a nice fruit basket for going down like ninepins and letting you swoop in on the silver.
I'm in the process of uploading most of my fic to Archive of Our Own, because I think it's good to have backups, and it's a fairly easy and pain-free process. Except for the part where I'm absently rereading all the old fic, and wincing every third word. Obviously, the oldest shit is not going to make it, though I'm not going to delete it off ff.net just yet.
Actually, the thing I'm going back and forth over is whether or not I want to put the swimming RPF up there. It's not a question of shame, precisely; I rather like most of my swimming RPF, and am not hideously embarrassed by it. (Yet.) While I've long gotten past my initial reservations with most RPF, I still feel like I want it more protected than the other fictional stuff. I mean, it's not locked, here on my journal, but I could, if I ever needed to do it. And the actual entries on olympic_slash are locked. I know there are options on the Archive to only make it viewable to registered members. Eh, I'll mull it over some more.
Okay, I have one last question before I go back to trying to catch up on life and work and writing and such.
I'm ready to take the plunge. I want to buy some BPAL shit. What's the best thing to do, here? Go to the swap communities and try to find some of the scents I'm curious about? Or should I buy a bunch of imps directly from the site? Does the site guarantee they can give me the imps I want to sample? I know they don't give out imps of the limited edition stuff. What if I hate it? Is it worth buying a lot of them to try? How accurate are the forum descriptions? What are your favorites?
HELP ME, OBI-WAN KEN BPAL EXPERTS, YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE.
Back soon with a music post, three recipes, a couple pictures of my sister in law's cats, and another WsIP meme.
Damn. For such a short month, February has a ton crammed into it. I think we've finally completed the five back-to-back holidays where we celebrate lunar cycles, lai see, tigers, rebirth, dead Christian martyrs, Lupercalia, flying fat babies, hearts, chocolates, Hallmark cards, dead presidents, car sales, pennies, cherry pie, excess, fat, alcohol, sugar, lust, gluttony, topless girls, beads, meat, ashes, no meat, abstinence, fasting, penitence, and good ol' Catholic guilt. It's like a car crash of holidays, where you can celebrate completely opposite things and values at the same time! Glorious. And of course, there's the addition of the Olympics this year, which is just a cherry on top.
While the Winter Games still only come second in my heart to their summer sibling, I've been enjoying the Vancouver Games so far. What I actually remember of the opening ceremony was very nice! I, er, don't actually remember the whole thing, because one of my good friends came over with alcohol, and informed me we were drinking for the event. I acquiesced, though I was eyeing her libations with a wary eye, given that they consisted of Three Olive bubblegum vodka and Watermelon Pucker schnapps.
(For those interested, bubblegum vodka tastes exactly like you would expect bubblegum vodka to taste. And we finished the Pucker off within twenty minutes of her arrival, which is what probably led to the next events.)
Given that we were both far too lazy to go through the effort of assembling mixed drinks, we decided to work with a shot system. In the spirit of the Games, I rummaged through my alcohol tray with an eye to create an array of international possibilities. Since I like to buy random things, this meant we ended up with a pretty good showing, though we had to play fast and loose to get certain representations:
Ice wine (Canada)
Becherovka (Czech Republic)
Vanilla vodka (Russian)
Barenjager (Germany)
Peppermint Schnapps (this one made in America!)
Goldschlager (Switzerland, with bonus for being all medal thematic)
Amaretto (Italy)
Kahlua (Mexico)
Drambuie (Scotland)
Plum wine (Japan)
Ceramic jug of wine of dubious age (Korean, we think, judging from the text)
Malibu (Barbados)
Bombay gin (England)
Sherry (Spain)
Absinthe (technically a Czech brand, but standing in for France)
Clear stuff that might also have been gasoline (China. Was bought six years ago in Beijing. Aging did not improve)
There was also bourbon, which we did not drink, but placed on the table for true American representation, and Seagrams whiskey, which we were going to use for Canada before I found the ice wine in the back of the fridge.
Our livers set to be destroyed and our hangovers pretty much guaranteed, we proceeded to make popcorn and get hammered.
Since we weren't really coordinated enough to drink whatever type of alcohol it was whenever the country in question was on screen, we decided to make it simple and go with some kind of stereotype. We discussed and dismissed drinking every time we saw a maple leaf (too easy), every time NBC showed the clip of the Nodar Kumaritashvili crash (too tasteless and too sad), every time someone referred to Lindsey Vonn as the next Michael Phelps (heh), every time the press tried to mosey around Johnny Weir's sexuality (haters), every time the camera cut to Shaun White (get a haircut, hippie!), and so forth. What I really wanted was to have some kind of Bode Miller based drinking game, but alas, I think someone must have clocked him over the head with a ski because he actually behaved himself.
Eventually, we decided to drink every time we saw a moose, which worked out nicely since they were featured prominently on the US team's knit caps, and we were already fairly sloshed before the Opening Ceremony even started. I remember the snowboarder, the maple leaf of lights, the native dancing, and someone singing O Canada, though I was drunk enough at that point to not understand it was in French. Then there's a chunk of blank, except for some whales, and then the endless procession of countries, interspersed with blanks.
I did wake up in time to see the lighting of the kettle, both indoors and out, but from there on, it was only a short trip to bed, and then a very interesting morning the next day.
At any rate, I'm happy for Bode's bronze, even if he is somewhat more mature this time around. The moguls are insane, and those are actually really fun to watch. The figure skating was also fantastic, and I cheered like hell for the winning Chinese pair, because they really were such a sweet story, and it was great to see how thrilled they looked when they finally attained what they'd been trying for over eighteen years. The silver placing Chinese team also put on a fantastic show.
In terms of the male singles, I'm still holding out for Johnny Weir to pull off a come from behind win because I love him so. I liked Evan Lysacek a lot better at the Turin games; now he just comes off as a douche to me. I probably should re-evaluate that-the interviews he spoke that originally gave me such a bad impression of him are in the past now, but I just haven't managed to ever warm up to him again. (Also, his hair scares me. I think it is sentient.)
Plushenko is Plushenko. The Hetalia fandom seems to be going nuts over how much he looks like the Hetalia version of Russia. The Washington Post did give me a chuckle when they had an article with-
The text message from Russian Olympic teammate and Washington Capitals star Alex Ovechkin came just minutes after Evgeni Plushenko had completed his short program on the opening night of the men's Olympic competition, showing the same brilliance he displayed in winning the Olympic gold four years ago.
About three hours before Ovechkin took the ice for Russia's opening hockey game, he wrote in Russian to Plushenko, "We are all holding hands and watching you right now."
I just like the mental image of the entire Russian Hockey Team, sitting there clutching hands while staring at the figure skating. Poor guys, they want to be sparkly too. They could dress like that Belgian figure skater who wore a skeleton outfit and skated to "Night on Bald Mountain." That works for hockey, right? In the end, there were some awesomely batshit insane costumes to watch. And flidgetjerome almost got me fired at work when I couldn't stop laughing over her email that said-
In the meanwhile I am totally rooting for Daisuki Takahashi, who is totally the nephew Chairman Kaga refuses to talk about because he stole his favourite coat and devoted his life to ice-skating instead of cooking death-matches.
Lindsay Vonn looked really stoked, and I'm happy for her. I'm amazed at how much air those downhill skiers get on their jumps. Shaun White also amazed me, but again, his hair is very distracting. I think I said at the last Winter Games how much he reminds me of a distant American cousin of the Weasley clan, who is using his magic powers to bring extreme sports into the wizarding world. So much for Quodpot.
Shave your chin-pubes, Apolo Ohno. And you owe those two South Korean guys a nice fruit basket for going down like ninepins and letting you swoop in on the silver.
I'm in the process of uploading most of my fic to Archive of Our Own, because I think it's good to have backups, and it's a fairly easy and pain-free process. Except for the part where I'm absently rereading all the old fic, and wincing every third word. Obviously, the oldest shit is not going to make it, though I'm not going to delete it off ff.net just yet.
Actually, the thing I'm going back and forth over is whether or not I want to put the swimming RPF up there. It's not a question of shame, precisely; I rather like most of my swimming RPF, and am not hideously embarrassed by it. (Yet.) While I've long gotten past my initial reservations with most RPF, I still feel like I want it more protected than the other fictional stuff. I mean, it's not locked, here on my journal, but I could, if I ever needed to do it. And the actual entries on olympic_slash are locked. I know there are options on the Archive to only make it viewable to registered members. Eh, I'll mull it over some more.
Okay, I have one last question before I go back to trying to catch up on life and work and writing and such.
I'm ready to take the plunge. I want to buy some BPAL shit. What's the best thing to do, here? Go to the swap communities and try to find some of the scents I'm curious about? Or should I buy a bunch of imps directly from the site? Does the site guarantee they can give me the imps I want to sample? I know they don't give out imps of the limited edition stuff. What if I hate it? Is it worth buying a lot of them to try? How accurate are the forum descriptions? What are your favorites?
HELP ME, OBI-WAN KEN BPAL EXPERTS, YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE.
Back soon with a music post, three recipes, a couple pictures of my sister in law's cats, and another WsIP meme.