Archive for September, 2007

They don’t look that heavy

Have been busy working lately. Am doing casual work while I am on trial. Have had a tiring day.

Cries of “help! help!” come from a pile of giggling children, and after taking a closer look it becomes apparent that in fact the five children are piled on top of a completely helpless casual daycare worker, barely visible under the pile of small bodies. Eventually she is rescued by other, amused daycare workers.

Note to self, never get into a position where one child can cannon into you and knock you over and other children can take the opportunity to all leap on you.

Yeah. It’s working out well, I guess, I’m hugely enjoying it.

Randome events of the past two weeks:

  • When Twin 1 comes inside he is asked, “do you want to take off your hat?”

There was more to this but wordpress was playing up and lost it… I can’t be bothered to write more. :P

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Fandoms!

I have discovered a great new Doctor Who fanfiction author, LizBee ( also at her website, also on ffnet, and here’s a funny Doctor cartoon by her on her deviantart account) although for some reason she spreads her work across a wide range of virtual places so that you have to visit everywhere to read all her stuff. She, like me, also lives in Brisbane, which is why ages ago she gave the following Doctor Who quote:

Tegan: What’s a Zero Room anyway? The Doctor said something about ‘null interfaces’.
Nyssa: I suppose it’s some sort of neutral environment. An isolated space, cut off from the rest of the universe.
Tegan: He should’ve told me that’s what he wanted. I could’ve shown him Brisbane.

 - which is of course, totally untrue in a sort of half-true way. I mean, we’re not some backwards little country town, we’re a million-and-something city, but it’s true we’re not that in connection with the rest of the world. We live up the top right corner when most everyone’s in the bottom right (you don’t want to go there, it’s cold and sometimes it snows, even.)

Also, I found out how to get Freema Agyeman’s autograph from her website, which of course I will lose no time in doing because I am a complete nerd.

Meme time! Was I tagged for it? No. Will that stop me? No.

Meme: Post a list of your top five favorite fics you’ve written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn’t about the BEST things you’ve written, but what you LOVE most.

Fave Fics List (in random order):

1.  A Forcible Nuisance. Vader has a daughter. Sometimes he wonders why he wanted one. I wrote this in, oh, grade twelve, which is when I really got started in fanfiction but was still pretty amateurish. I like it because I think I capture the father/kid daughter dynamic really well. It was inspired by the ‘Luke brought up by Vader’ series by Kitt, which is still awesome, touching and hilarious. (link)

2. Morerta and the Plague of Harry Potter fanfics. After a long absence, the goddess of Literature finds lit has been invaded. I liked this. It was sort of semi-parody, semi-original. One of my first really good stories, I think. Not brilliant, but good writing, good characters, amusing, all in a little one-shot format. It was really the one where I realised I’m better at writing humour than anything else. Anything else comes across as silly. (link)

3. The Necromancer. When Voldemort tries to resurrect Slytherin, someone else is along for the ride - Slytherin’s wife, aka the infamous Necromancer. Naturally Dumbledore hires them as teachers. Is that man insane? This is unfinished, but it’s one of my most-reviewed fics ever. It was a great idea, that I could have made work really well, but my inspiration didn’t extend to the details, so it lingers in the limbo of ‘things to one day be updated … if I can.’ (link)

4. Odd Companions. When Harry begins at Hogwarts, he brings a disconcerting friend, the Grim Reaper himself.  The first story I’ve successfully planned out and kept going even after the initial inspiration burned out. Also my most popular fic to date. Proud of this one. It’s a working fic. (link)

5.  Old Magic.  This has a whole lot of ideas not often seen in the HP fandom, based on old mythologies and ways of regarding nature. Came about after a discussion with my mum of how the old ‘mother goddess’ religions could apply to Lily Potter in the HP ‘verse, after things written in the earlier books. This story has a lot of depth to it, in the sense it draws on a lot of sources, it’s got a lot of potential, and it’s original. (link)

Less fandom next time.

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10 Rules Preschoolers Live By; or Trial Day at the Childcare Centre

1.  If another child tries to take something off you, snatch it back and beam them over the head with it.

2.  If a teacher tries to take something off you, hang your full weight off it while kicking them repeatedly in the shin and continued the tug of war until the quelling older teacher comes over to talk to you as the trial teacher hands back the item to the little girl you took it off and rubs her legs aggrievedly.

3.  If you are uncomfortable, taking off your clothes is a clear option. Run around naked as a trial teacher pursues you holding a pair of underpants saying “Come back here and put some clothes on.”

4.  Decide that this is an excellent game and keep running under the table so that you’re on the opposite side of the table to the teacher.

5.  If a teacher has just mopped the floor, the appropriate action is to repeatedly run through the wet patches smiling gleefully until the teacher sends you all outside.

6.  When a teacher sends you all outside for running through wet patches on the mopped floor, go inside for a drink, decide you aren’t as thirsty as you thought you were and pour your glass of water on the floor.

7.  Collect all your friends so that you can run through it together.

8.  Complain to trial teacher that you’re thirsty like it’s not your fault no one’s allowed back inside now.

9.  Sand is only fun to play in if it’s wet.

10. If you keep getting caught carting buckets of water to the sandpit, try going to the drink fountain, taking a mouthful of water and holding it in your mouth until you can spit it out in the sandpit before the trial teacher can stop you.

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