laligin

This makes me angry!

Here's the gist:

Remember the atheist buses, that went round the UK with the slogan "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life"?

There are now Christian ones in response. I saw one in London, in fact. It read: "There definitely is a God. So join the Christian Party and enjoy your life."

And apparently there's going to be another couple of sets in London, one of which says: "There IS a God, BELIEVE. Don't worry and enjoy your life."


You want to know what makes me angry about this? The "atheist buses" had to put in a "probably" instead of saying "There is no God", because there was no verifiable proof of that claim and the Advertising Standards Authority wouldn't let them have that for that specific reason.

So...

wait...

hang on...

The "Christian buses" aren't bound by the same rule? Or *can* they actually provide concrete proof of the existence of a God? I missed that revelation.

I'm all for debate. I'm all for people airing their views - I liked the atheist buses because they were able to admit there's no proof either way, and I wouldn't mind the Christian ones if they said something similar. "There probably is a God" even, or to be precisely and perfectly accurate, "We believe there is a God". I have no issue with that.

But making a definite statement like that with no proof is just... Out of line. And should not have been allowed, if the atheist buses weren't allowed to.

*stamps foot*

NOT! GOOD!

Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 2109
Summary: When the Rift whisks Ianto away in the middle of a game, he's less than prepared for where he ends up...

A/N: This is my 50th Jantolution fic... I should celebrate somehow.

Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #17, Cliches, Mythical Creatures, James Bond

( Seek )

Yo! I have managed to get the wireless internet in our hotel working. ^_^ Shiny.

So, I made it in one piece despite my train being cancelled (which actually made me arrive an hour early...), grabbed a ticket for Wicked and went to sit in a small park on Buckingham Palace Road to eat lunch. And sew on the collar of my John jacket... Only me...

Wicked, let me say it now, is FANTASTIC. Standing ovation. At a matinee. I bought two t-shirts and intend to grab the soundtrack from le internets at some point (ran out of money while I was there...). Brilliant show. If you can make it, go, and don't bother reading the book first! I didn't make it past 20 pages, so the rest of the plot was a nice surprise and extremely enjoyable for it. (Anyone else wants to go, I'll happily come with you!)

Ahem. I have pictures of how ridiculously close to the front I got for buying an hour before the show started, but I will upload them later. I should be reorganised my bags now so we can check out/leave luggage and go find out what's what for tomorrow to Northampton.

From Wicked I went to Leicester Square and accidentally found the premiere of Aliens vs. Monsters going on. Red carpet, people on stilts, big animatronic monster thing. Lots of screaming and camera flashing. I didn't see anyone I recognised (I saw a guy who looked vaguely like Bruce Willis, but I didn't think he was in the film... is he?) and didn't take any photos...

Found Avenue Q, picked up my ticket, went and had dinner (left a tip for my waitress because she was called Nali, and hey, it's only one letter off!), went back and considered buying a t-shirt but had not enough money. Plus, anyone who doesn't know the songs would assume that I was in a bad mood if I wore a t-shirt saying, "It sucks to be me!"

So. Avenue Q, also very very much fun. Hilarious. XD Worth the trip just for the musicals, so far!

Oh, and on my train on the way down, I saw Guy from Green Wing. (I think his real name is Stephen Mangan.) Heard him on the phone, too, so I don't think it was just a lookalike. (: Didn't speak to him, but hey, it's cool. ^_^

Right. Repacking.

And I realised on the way down I forgot the LJ Meetup sign and stickers... ^_^' I fail. Must find a stationery shop at some point today...

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Bill Bailey.

Quoting him an awful lot of the time probably doesn't help that.

But you'd think being female would make it less frequent...

I love my MSN conversations. The random is one reason why I keep logging on even when I should be sewing/eating/writing/doing chores...

shadowbyrd and I discuss Torchwood cliches. Many of which will be appearing in my Jantolution, so I won't post the full conversation here. ;)

Then one of my Imaginative Writing co-studenty types and I are chatting after I just had dinner. He asks how it was, I say, "hey, still alive, can't complain," and this happens:

*!- Samuel -!* - says:
You're still alive? Damn, I was hoping it was a message from beyond the grave
Laligin in disguise says:
XD
Laligin in disguise says:
I want a postcard from beyond the grave. Though if it says, "Wish you were here" that'd be kinda scary
*!- Samuel -!* - says:
YES that would be very scary
*!- Samuel -!* - says:
well i think it depends on who sent it
Laligin in disguise says:
I'm so going to have to write that now.
Laligin in disguise says:
Darling! Weather fine here, very samey. Not much change at all, in fact. Ferryman v. polite. Screaming from further downriver tad disturbing but am getting used to it. Accomodation not provided, seem not to need sleep though, so all well. Other guests v busy with various torments. Blind man from Thebes v perceptive. Wish you were here!


I have decided I'm now going to use that as the basis of my poetry submission this semester. (:

The conversation led on to another plotbunny I could use for anything, too. Torchwood is likely, but I do have to submit a short story and this is rather tasty... (: Keep an eye out for ghosts...

Right. So. Reality:

I'm quite happy at the moment. This is good. I would be almost entirely happy if shadowbyrd was fighting fit and well, but that's a discussion for elsewhere. (You can do it!)

Very very slowly, I am making progress on my John Hart jacket. The black velvet I'm using for the collar and cuffs is lovely stuff, if hellish hard to sew (the stitches disappear...) and I have 53 perfect buttons (the shop was two short) and some rather good cushion cord for the braid. And I'm leaving on Wednesday. It's going to be touch and go whether this is finished in time... But I have some hope.

Jantolution fic is marvellous fun to write. (: Though I need to finish another one quickly to go up before midnight tomorrow and maintain the fic-a-week record.

I have found a Dungeons and Dragons game in Liverpool! The Live Action Roleplayer I met at the fabric shop (I think I mentioned him on here) has a group and invited me along, and they all want me to return as a level 6 half-elf Druid. XD It's a shame five of the six of them smoke. Heavily. Despite this, the game I got to see was fun, and I shall be blackening my lungs with a return visit at some point.

Meanwhile, my flatmates set my oven gloves on fire. Despite the fact the smoke alarm screams if you put bread in the toaster for three seconds, it failed to go off when the kitchen filled with smoke. Decidedly odd, that. But the flatmates in question apologised spontaneously and promised to buy me some new ones. Which has yet to happen, but I seem remarkably unperturbed.

The dead scorpion on top of the microwave leaves me similarly bemused but unbothered.

...

Um.

The top news feature on my university's homepage, at the moment, is the "Edmund Cusick Avalon Prize" prizegiving date and details. Including the names of the winner, and all three runners up. We're all girls, and I'm grinning because the runners up are listed in alphabetical order which puts me first, so I'm looking pretty good there. ;)

I also don't know the other three at all. One of the other runners up is ringing vague, vague bells, but nothing concrete.

And... aheh. The third runner up is Deborah Morgan.

...

Presumably not from Miami. ;)

Ah, but I do have to read my poem to the audience. Which would be fine it was any kind of good. I'm not being falsely modest - I wrote it in a couple of hours and sent it in the same day, first draft, just to increase the entry numbers... This wasn't meant to happen!

But that's not until the 18th March, so I can enjoy the Hub first.

^_^'


(And now there are masculine screams floating up from the floor or two below... It sounds like someone's being strangled. Although laughing at the same time. Odd.)

9 to go is not bad. And I count that as a fic this week even though it's technically Monday morning now... If I haven't gone to sleep yet it's still Sunday night, honest!

Ahem.

Back to Liverpool in... seven and a half hours. Pack and sleep and away we do go. Let us hope that all is well...

Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4333
Summary: When it comes right down to it, Jack will do whatever he has to...

Prompt: For tw_calender, 2009 Valentine's Day angsty dark "Love Hurts" fest. (Also posted there. Adding it here to keep it in my own archives, as per usual. And to keep up the weekly fic post in my journal! Whoop!)


( I Won't Send Roses )

So. I'm still in the same flat I have been since September, and since there was no joy on finding the keys for the alternative, I am staying put. Though now I know what's what, at least I can finally put up all my posters and pictures. For about three months. Ugh.

Still, I have a ridiculous amount of posters, now. (: Five full size Torchwood ones (ie, all the ones there are) one same size Why So Serious one (it was 70p or so in the death of Woolworths, I couldn't resist it for that...), the BBC's panoramic inside-the-Tardis/the monsters of series 3 Doctor Who one, another small Torchwood one... And then there's the Weeping Angel foam board, and the lovely framed (signed) Ianto picture, and the three-photo Torchwood frame, and then six 10 by 8 cardboard backed photos... And then the GIANT Mind Warp poster, too.

Wallspace is an issue. (:

In other news, I swear there's something in the water here. Two days apart, (Tuesday and Thursday) I was... let's say flirted with... by two different, random people. One girl, one boy.

Tell me true, people. Is it the hat?

...

Neh. I very much don't get it. Girl is on the creative writing course, but boy I met randomly in the queue at the fabric shop shadowbyrd found, while I was buying scraps of brown leather to make me and Jackbear matching wristbands. Ahem. Boy is a Live Action Roleplayer, D&D geek, Firefly fan... and managed to ask me out for dinner and drinks very quickly. ^_^'

Anyway, I'm going home on Wednesday (whoot!) and staying there for Reading Week the week after. Taking my stack of renewed Mills and Boon with me. See my dedication to Harkness PI? See it? ^_^'

I've also made the potentially fatal mistake of signing up for tardis_bigbang. Again. Hopefully I will not fail so spectacularly this time, though part of me doubts it. Because the writing time is cut in half, I'm already worried that my idea has been done and is mere pretention on my part, and the first draft of 15 thousand words is due in the day before all my poetry coursework...

Still, I shall give it a go.

(I should probably delete dead people from my email/phone contacts list, shouldn't I?)

So, done a ridiculous amount of washing today, so much so that I ran out of space for it all on my many-many runged dryer thing, and the heated towel rail too. Have borrowed shadowbyrd's not-quite-so-many runged dryer thing, and even then it's a fairly close run thing. This amuses me.

I appear to have made it something of my mission to possess everything that even approximates official Torchwood merchandise. Hence my growing 10x8 collection, and the stack of signed stamp covers from Scificollector.co.uk waiting for me at home... This is an expensive mission, I must admit. But it is rather fun.

Also, my obsession with deserts is still going strong. Bought the Lawrence of Arabia soundtrack in Manchester yesterday. On vinyl. It has a beautiful sand-filled, sun-bleached cover. Sadly I can only play records at home. But the cover... (I should probably mention that I was in Manchester to visit ranamag, with shadowbyrd. Thus it was not entirely random. But I had a marvellous time. (: And probably laughed a bit too much at the OTT gore in Sweeney Todd... Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to freak you out...)

My tags, I notice, are still just skewed in favour of this being my personal journal as it has been for the past five years, rather than my fanfic depository, as it has been for just over two years. 127 "updates" versus 112 "fic". (109 "fic - torchwood", 60 "torchwood", 120 "randomness") And that's not including this post. I'm... slightly relieved about that, actually. I was here long before Torchwood, after all.

The only reason I noticed the tag numbers, though, is because I was looking to delete a few misspellings elsewhere.

(:

My dream has come true. I am now a mod at jantolution. That makes me smile more than any of my practical achievements today. Damn, but I love that comm more than is healthy.

And when I look back on this in another five years, I wonder how much will have changed?

(And with Media Player randomly selecting the Torchwood Theme for me, I shall post!)