not that I’m having a bad day or anything…just thought it was funny.
Lammy, where are you?
Year: 2002
Friday Five (.org)
1. What size shoe do you wear? 9.
2. How many pairs of shoes do you own? More than I care to count, less than I need.
3. What type of shoe do you prefer (boots, sneakers, pumps, etc.)?Running shoes, of course.
4. Describe your favorite pair of shoes. Why are they your favorite?Favorite functional shoe: my current New Balance 702’s. Yes, I know they’re a couple years old, but they fit just fine. Fav. non-functional functional shoe: the Asics 125 from junior year of high school. They made my feet look skinny and they were damn comfortable. Fav non-functional shoe: my cheap knee-high boots.
5. What’s the most you’ve spent on one pair of shoes? Umm. Probably the $130 something I paid (well, my mom paid) for the high-heel mary janes I wore to high school senior year homecoming and prom.
Good lord this place is boring nowadays. Just work. I did run today, and there’s a bit passage from my novel introducing a new character right here. Saw my track eye candy today. He still looks as good as ever. Why don’t guys like me? sigh. There seems to be an overabundance of guys who might care but just don’t do it for me. I guess my standards are just too high. Or maybe I should get off my arse and try to find one instead of mooning after a guy who went to Italy, for God’s Sake, with his gf. Faugh.
Other than that, I’m reading Requiem for the Sun, Elizabeth Haydon’s latest. You should read it, just like you should read all of her other books.
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StandardThis is from Faldor’s POV, an elf that Lauriel and Cat will eventually meet when they start their quest. He’s introduced in this passage. Please let me know what you think!
Faldor
The girl stopped at the table closest to the bar, removing an emptied tankard while balancing a full pitcher in the other hand. She must have felt the weight of my stare, for she turned and glanced my way. I gasped as I saw her yellow eyes, fairly glowing in the dim candle- and fire-light of the alehouse. Though thankful for the darkness about my booth, in the farthest corner from the fire, I wondered how she discerned my presence.
She raised an eyebrow quizzically in my direction, and placed the pitcher on the table, breaking gaze briefly to smile at its weather-worn residents. She walked towards my table, starting visibly when she saw there truly was a person there, but continued shortly. She stopped at the foot of the booth and looked at me expectantly. I made sure my glamour was in place, for in this country I had found it was unwise to reveal my race. Elves were not looked upon kindly here.
When I did not speak, she asked, “D’ye want t’ order somewhat, sir? There be a particular good ale I ken, that’s pleasin’ t’ exotic tastes.”
I looked up, and was caught by her eyes. I could not look away, and barely heard what she said.
“Sir? D’ye want th’ ale?”
I shook my head, forcing myself to look away.
“No, sir? Bé, then. Let me know when ye hae need of somewhat.” She began to turn away, bemusement in those fascinating eyes.
“Wait.”
Rising quickly from the bench, I grabbed her arm, eliciting a startled gasp from her, as it must have seemed I was suddenly at her side with no intervening time. Immediately it was my turn for amazement as I felt the strength in her under the thin muslin. I could sense currents of energy pulsing ‘neath her skin, drawing me even more powerfully than her eyes. She was a fountain of life, a well that could not be drained.
“Sir? I–” her voice, frightened, barely registered above the commotion of the tavern.
“Ach. Aye, I’ll take the ale.”
She nodded, slowly, staring just past my hand on her arm, the yellow eyes enormous. After too long a moment, feeling the power in her, I released her arm, aware of suspicious eyes on me from behind the bar. I had most likely broken protocol, and someone with a big stick might come out of the kitchen if she went back without an order.
“Bé, sir. I’ll get ye th’ ale.” The girl looked at me askance, eyes wide, seeming loathe to ask the next question. I almost lost myself in those eyes again, but I pulled my gaze to the scarred wood of the table.
“Nothing else, lady. Just bring the ale.”
I could not look up until I heard the soft whisper of her footsteps, inaudible to human ears over the noise of the tavern, disappear into the kitchen, shaken by those eyes and that inexplicable power.
“Who are you?” I whispered into the smoke and shadows.
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1. Front or rear wheel drive? Front-wheel. Cause that’s what we got.
2. Car or truck or van? Car, if it were my choice…van for the art shows.
3. Fancy or utilitarian? Utilitarian. I just need air, a tape player, and an engine that runs without too much trouble.
4. Power or manual windows/locks? We’ve got both. I like power, but it sucks that you can’t roll down the windows when the car is off.
5. Small econobox or giant luxo cruiser? econobox
6. Factory or aftermarket radio? factory cause I’m cheap. Besides, as long as I can turn it up loud enough to sing at the top of my lungs I’m happy.
7. Lease or buy? Buy! Leasing seems silly; why would you pay for something only to have to give it back?
8. Perform own maintenance or farm it out? Well, if I knew anything about cars, probably try to do it myself. Since I don’t, we take it to the shop. Grr.
9. Hi-test brand name or cheap-o fuel? I’d go for cheapo if I paid for most of the gas. But I don’t and the cars probably thank me, cause they run better on the brand-name. Only 89, though.
10. Run-it-till-the-wheels-fall-off or a new one every two years? While it would be nice to have a new car, we just don’t have the money to get one. Our next car will most likely be a used one, and still a long while off, as much as I need a car of my own now that I’m working. So, we run til the doors fall off. Literally.
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yeah, so my PCR didn’t work. Erm. Doing it again with other dna samples. faugh.
Watched a history channel special on Braveheart: ‘History vs. Hollywood.” So some of my illusions were shattered, but I learned some things too…for instance, did you know that a typical Scottish claymore was 5’6″ long? Good grief. Taller than me.
Waiting for midnight so I can download the hi-res version of the TT trailer I am such a dork :look:
PromoGuy’s Monday Mission 2.39
1. Who has authority over you? My parents. My good friends. Teachers. People who know more than me.
2. Where do you go to get a feeling of community? Occasionally lab meetings where everyone seems confused. Girl Scout camp, even though that was looong ago.
3. What do you do, or have you done, in your life that “goes against the
tide?” umm. I’m a nerd? No, seriously. I love to read. Most people look at me and say, how can you want to read that?
4. Guilt can be a powerful weapon. Those who have mastered its power
can very good at getting what they want. Have you ever used guilt to get you
what you want? Have you ever had it used on you? How did you react? Yes, I’ve probably used it, I don’t know how though. It’s definitely been used on me. I hate tipping, so I always get stuck there, and my mom gives me guilt trips about cleaning the bird’s cage and watering the plants.
5. I was walking through the mall Friday night and saw a lot of
teenagers who dressed really wild and just acted like idiots – not caring who
was looking or what others thought. And I remember being that way, having that
kind of freedom. I must have looked like a fool then too. Did you ever do
anything in public with your friends as a teenager that you would never do
today? Tell me about that. I don’t think so… aside from maybe wearing huge shirts and fluorescent colors in my youth…
6. I don’t watch the television show “Survivor,” but I did notice they
allow each contestant to bring one “luxury item” to the deserted island with
them (make-up, a book, etc.). If you were to go to an island for three
months, what five “luxury items” would you bring and why? Probably a book. But I’d have a damn hard time figuring out which. Although maybe I’d have to take the very old ‘Your Own Book of Campcraft’ so I could figure out how to light that damn fire with only two sticks. Do you think they let you have lip balm as a necessity? I know. I’d have to have paper and a pencil (I know, two items, but come on, deal) so I could draw and write. I’d go insane otherwise.
7. If you would have had a choice, in which time period would you have
like to have lived? Why? Middle Ages. Chivalry and cool dresses. Not so hot on the chastity belts though.
BONUS: Where do you dare me to draw the line? not until we’ve dated first, thank you very much.