User:	alisanne
	Date:	2009-11-27 11:29
	Subject:	Birthday Greetings
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	recumbent

Happy Birthday to

triceybabe!

Many happy returns, sweetie! :)

	User:	cluegirl
	Date:	2009-11-27 09:02
	Subject:	Nobel Prize? For a human rights activist in Iran? U Can Not Has!
	Security:	Public

You stay classy, Ahmadinejad, you just stay classy...

	User:	accioslash
	Date:	2009-11-27 08:08
	Subject:	Thirty Days of Spam...Day 27 - Another Srs Question
	Security:	Public

( WriSoMiFu Day 27 - Aunt Accio really needs a nap )

	User:	accioslash
	Date:	2009-11-27 03:10
	Subject:	Not Part of the "Thirty Days of Spam" Series
	Security:	Public

( But still spam nonetheless )

	User:	florahart
	Date:	2009-11-26 22:56
	Subject:	Ficlet: "The Needs of the Revolted" (Sarek/OFC, NC17)
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Title: The Needs of the Revolted
Pairing: Sarek/OFC
Rating: NC17
Words: ~800
Warning: dubious consent
Summary: The kink meme prompt was for Sarek to get tired of his people talking smack about Amanda and Vulcanishly telling them to stick it. However, as it was on the kink meme, there is sex.
A/N: I have fooled with this a bit more (largely for clarity) since posting it over there last night while I was taking a break from the more substantial fic that is currently taunting me.

	User:	alisanne
	Date:	2009-11-26 22:05
	Subject:	Drabble: Past Time
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	calm

Title: Past Time
Author: alisanne
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for snupin100's prompt #236: Teeth
Characters: Remus/Severus
Beta: sevfan
Authors Notes: Just once I wish we'd seen this side of Remus in canon.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

( Past Time )

	User:	cluegirl
	Date:	2009-11-26 22:28
	Subject:	And six days later, she exploded in a great cloud of superannuation!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	Sated
	Music:	She Moved Through the Fair -- Enter the Haggis

That's right! In six days, on December second, I, Cluegirl, shall spontaneously become The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. (Line forms to the right, gratuities are appreciated.) For those hoopy froods who don't speak Hitchiker, I'll be turning 42.

I expect it to be nothing at all like being 41 has been, but just in case, I've liquidated my assets, put everything into canned goods and shotgun ammunition, and have stapled my towel firmly to my elbow. With that, and my wand in my back pocket, I expect I'll be ready for anything. Except possibly zombies. Zombies take a little more preparation.

As for what I want for my birthday?
No frelling idea.

I mean, there are the old standards, of course; I always get a bit giddy at just the notion that someone might illustrate one of my stories, or conversely, might write a story for one of my drawings. Collaboration is highly squee-some in my little world, y'see, and I swear that one day SOMEONE will illustrate the mirror scene from Pink Slip, and I shall expire of Happy on the spot.

I could wish for world peace and the brotherhood of man, but I've noticed how shittily brothers treat each other, and as we all know, the last time the matrix was configured for world peace, it crashed and we lost whole crops to the logic failure. So that's out.

But reining things back into the realm of the distantly plausible, I'd say I want for more or less nothing of note. I want to keep rolling on Tempus Fugitive. I want my cats and my snakes to stay healthy in the coming year. I want the resources to close up the hole in my house properly, and to begin the next major set of repairs (Hopefully before the porch falls entirely OFF Mandala House, thanks!)

And most importantly, I want my friends who are in reach to join me for a Solstice party on December 19th, to celebrate both my birthday, and the Sun King's in one swat. The date is positive; December 19th. Save it, and if you can possibly make it to Troy, NY, do consider coming! And don't worry if you're not of the witchy persuasion -- I plan no heresy, just cake and shenanigans.

	User:	florahart
	Date:	2009-11-26 19:10
	Subject:	Dear My Fingers:
	Security:	Public

I appreciate your industrious hacking away at the (somewhat-past-)due fic, but some of these errors of logic and departures from expectation as you go along are a bit ridiculous.

For instance, "building" and "bukkake" (of which there is none expected in this fic) are really quite not at all the same thing, and are not interchangeable.

Pls to type what (and only what) the brain says now.

Thx,
Me.

I originally posted this at http://florahart.dreamwidth.org/1005362.html. Comments may be left here or there; you can comment there with OpenID even if you don't have an account.

	User:	amanuensis1
	Date:	2009-11-26 22:07
	Subject:	Also, being by myself, I got to watch anything I wanted on tv, not football. Anime yaoi, ho!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	full
	Music:	hikaru no go, ep 70

I had to work part of the holiday, so I just counted the time I did have off as a good thing, and took it easy rather than make plans with others. I did make time to make a yummy dinner for myself from scratch:

Chicken with sun-dried tomatoes in dijon-riesling-cream sauce
Sesame noodles
Spicy peanut butter soup
Tart green salad with proscuitto and asiago and warm balsamic dressing
Warm butterscotch-maple pudding

I love mixing cuisines.

	User:	scribbulus_ink
	Date:	2009-11-26 21:50
	Subject:	Further Thanksgiving Festivities
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	full

It's the Pilgrim's Bounty holiday in Azeroth, with food-related daily quests and themed garments offered as a reward for fulfilling the quests.

Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do bring my penchant for cross-dressing to Warcraft.

( My Blood Elf Death Knight in a dress: )

I did get a turkey caller as a quest reward, which I assume lets you summon a turkey to kill in order to help you make the required turkey meals for one of the quests. However, when you summon the turkey, it arrives with a great big heart over its head, which promptly shatters when it realizes you aren't a prospect turkey paramour, and it's labeled "lonely turkey". I couldn't kill a lonely turkey! I just let it wander free and haven't used the turkey caller again because I felt so guilty.

This entry was originally posted at http://scribbulus-ink.dreamwidth.org/517717.html. It's cross-posted to LJ and IJ, and comments are enabled at all three journals.

	User:	snakeling
	Date:	2009-11-26 22:57
	Subject:	Aventures on rail
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	stupid

So, since I've moved, I go to work by train, which is good as it gives me time for reading, etc.

Except that tonight, I managed to get onto the wrong train, and arrived at the storage station. *facepalm* Thankfully, the train driver was very helpful, and managed to find a colleague that went back to Lyon and could leave me at the station before the last train. :D

This entry was originally posted at http://snakeling.dreamwidth.org/157195.html [ comments]. You can reply there using OpenID.

	User:	celandineb
	Date:	2009-11-26 15:18
	Subject:	Wanted - one drabble/ficlet prompt!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	creative

Resulting drabble/ficlet to be posted sometime in December.

Usual request - pairing or character, plus a 1-to-3-word prompt. Any fandom you know I write/have written is fine.

Thanks!

[If I get multiple prompts, I will write more than one if the muse is cooperative.]

	User:	celandineb
	Date:	2009-11-26 14:42
	Subject:	Happy Thanksgiving!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	nostalgic

To those who celebrate - and a happy Thursday to everyone else!

We're going to our neighbors' for the evening in about two hours; pretty much all we've done today is take Juno to the dog park (where there were a handful of other dogs), have brunch, and cook stuff to take tonight. SO's worked a bit on his window. So yeah, definitely a holiday.

Tomorrow I'm actually going to roast a turkey breast, just for us, because otherwise there would be no leftover turkey. There were fresh ones in the store yesterday when we stopped to pick up some milk, so I made the decision partly on impulse. I'll make dressing and gravy too, but other than that, it'll be some of the near-infinite supply of leftover veggies, nothing special. Probably won't make mashed potatoes, at least not for tomorrow. Possibly for with leftovers though. I contemplated making rolls (my sister having called about that recipe this morning) but I think maybe will wait and make them at Christmas instead.

	User:	celandineb
	Date:	2009-11-26 14:34
	Subject:	Happy birthday!
	Security:	Public

Many happy returns, snegurochka_lee!

	User:	r_grayjoy
	Date:	2009-11-26 12:53
	Subject:	Obligatory Thanksgiving Post
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	amused

For the moment, I think my mom's email to me says it all:

Happy Turkey Day! Though since I'm having pork roast and you might have ham, I could say Happy Pork Day. But that just sounds vaguely dirty.....lol.

	User:	alisanne
	Date:	2009-11-26 11:22
	Subject:	Yay, Birthday!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	thoughtful

Happy Birthday today to a fabulous writer and reccer

snegurochka_lee!

Many happy returns, my dear! :)

	User:	alisanne
	Date:	2009-11-26 11:04
	Subject:	Happy Thanksgiving!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	grateful

To all my who celebrate this holiday, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!




I am thankful that I have all of you wonderful people in my life.
*hugs everyone*

	User:	cluegirl
	Date:	2009-11-26 10:43
	Subject:	Kitchin Witchin! -- Clue Hash; it's what's for breakfast!
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	Hungry!
	Music:	No More Stones -- Enter the Haggis

A note of explanation: Dominus is a boy scout. As such, he has the requisite Scouting addiction to Corned Beef Hash. Anywhere we go to eat, if it's got hash on the menu, I immediately know what my husband will be ordering, no matter what else they may serve. Seriously, he loves the stuff so much that from time to time, he'll scratch the hash itch with tinned. Clearly, this was a situation I could not abide. I mean, if you're gonna feed your monkey, feed it the good stuff, right? So here's what we're having for breakfast today.

* Go to your deli, and ask for a butt end of corned beef. Anything over a quarter of a pound is great, and they don't need to slice it for you. You'll be mincing it up at home yourself.

* If you are pork-compliant, then chop up three good, fatty strips of bacon, and put them in a BIG, flat-bottomed pan on low heat. (The object here is to render their fat, not to cook the bacon; cooking the bacon is a side effect of the rendering.)

* If you are pork-resistant, then do the 2 - 1 mix of olive and sesame oils here, to add the smoky taste of the bacon.

* Peel a few cloves of garlic, and crush them with the flat of your knife. Throw those in with the bacon to render.

* go out to the sage bushes, and get a handful of fresh leaves. Throw those in whole too.

* Add a generous drizzle of oil into the pan to help the bacon give it up in case it's a bit chary. I think I put about two tablespoons of olive (because I keep olive oil ready to hand. You can use whatever kind of oil you fancy, really.)

* Rough-chop a medium onion (red ones are tastiest!) and enough potatoes to match volume, then half again. In my kitchen, that was three small blue potatoes, and one large red. (I have goth tubers. No one's surprised, I know.) You want to cut them fairly large, but fairly thin -- that is to say, quarter each potato longways, and then slice the pieces about half an inch thick at most. They need to be large enough that they'll hold together, but thin enough to cook all the way through. In my case, the blue potatoes were a bit elderly, so they didn't need any pre-cooking, but I slung the red in the microwave for two turns at 30 seconds apiece, so its texture would match the others. You do as you see fit.

* Take your biggest kitchen knife -- this is the time to break out your cleaver, if you've got one, -- hack your corned beef into crumbles. There's no rhyme or reason to this, you just whack away, and try not to let it fly all over the place.

* Once the bacon's not showing any white anymore (that is, all its fatty rind should now be caramel coloured and kind of translucent) you can dump the onion, potatoes, and beef into the pot. If you don't have enough oil to lightly coat everything, then add just a little more, but otherwise, just turn the lot to get it evenly mixed and coated, throw in salt and pepper to taste, pat it all down flat in the pan, and walk away.

* Ignore the sizzling, and the searing smells from the pan for a good long time. Hash is SUPPOSED to be kind of scorchy and burny, remember? If it really distressed you, you can fuss it about for awhile first, to try and get everything to cook up, but that's kind of redundant, since you're going to settle it to scorch soon anyway, and when you flip it over to do the other side, everything else will cook up then.

* Fry up an egg for each person you'll be feeding. (From our stovetop, it looks like this is going to feed four, which means two for us today, and two lunches for Dominus later on.) Scrape all the good stuff up from the bottom of the pan, and ladle the hash into the plates, then slap the egg on top.

* Serve with tabasco, worchestershire sauce, and ketchup on the table, but don't be surprised if your guests don't even notice they're there all.

* Make this noise: OM NOM NOM!!!

* Wish you were eating breakfast with Clue and Dominus today!

	User:	scribbulus_ink
	Date:	2009-11-26 07:31
	Subject:	November Blogging: day 26
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	rushed

Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate it! Happy almost-the-weekend to those who don't!

Real post later, if time and family allow. Count one fly-by, lore. ;)

This entry was originally posted at http://scribbulus-ink.dreamwidth.org/517550.html. It's cross-posted to LJ and IJ, and comments are enabled at all three journals.

	User:	r_grayjoy
	Date:	2009-11-26 03:08
	Subject:	Day 26: snegurochka_lee
	Security:	Public
	Mood:	relieved

You are, without a doubt, one of the best and smartest writers in this fandom. You can make my heart ache for characters and pairings I would normally not give a damn about, and write kinks that don't generally interest me in ways that leave me begging for more. Your smut is hot enough to burn my whole bloody apartment building down, but it's never a mere PWP. Your stories, no matter how short or porny, always say something -- about a character, a pairings, a situation, a possibility -- and the message is always interesting.

I don't want to just gush about your writing, though, because you're so much more than a collection of fics. I think what's most remarkable about you is that you're a genuinely nice person who loves fandom for all the right reasons. I've seen that you enjoy meeting other talented people around here, getting to know them, and interacting with them. Your enthusiasm for reading/viewing, reccing, and participating in fandom in general is wonderful to see. I love your posts full o' squee. Oh, you can get your snark on with the best of 'em at times. ::grin:: But you're also one of the most supportive, generous, and approachable people I've met. Don't ever leave, eh? It's people like you that make HP fandom the awesome place that it is.

Happy Birthday, Lee!!!

If you don't know what the heck this is all about, the explanation is here.