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Long live the King

I finally went up to the hospital to get the blood tests done. I hate those things but I pleased to report I survived with minimal unconsciousness, although I am getting a very pretty bruise on the inside of my left elbow.

(And, y’know, you’re all fatigued and exhausted and achy… so the medical profession decides it’s going to take three vials of your blood. That’s REALLY going to help the fatigued situation! *snort*)

It’s been a pretty chilled afternoon since I got home. I treated myself to some lunch from Subway and a cake from Greggs, then napped a while after. I’ve spent the rest of the time curled up on the couch watching stuff – Awkward, Faking It, Criminal Minds and now some NCIS.

I really do adore Penelope Garcia. and Abby Scuito. Nell Jones from NCIS LA too.
Not that I’m watching any NCIS LA. Not tonight, anyhow. I’m a little too sleepy for that. I don’t think I’ll be long taking my ass up the stairs to bed.

That 642 Things To Write About book is waving at me though, so I guess I’m just gonna flip to the next prompt in it which is:
The King shows up on your doorstep… and makes me a very confused llama because last time I checked we have a Queen. Please excuse me one moment while I google and make sure she’s still with us.



Nope, Queen Elizabeth II is still the reigning monarch, and she has been since 2 June 1953 (which, random trivia, was the first thing my mum ever saw on TV). Almost 63 years, making her our longest reigning monarch.

Sure, after her we will have a King – Charles III – and, another random trivia, when he becomes King he will be the oldest to be crowned. The current record holder is William IV who was 64 when he became king in 1830. Charles is also the third-longest serving Prince of Wales, behind George IV and Edward VII

I swear I’m not a Royalist or anything, although I will admit to completely adoring Prince Philip (Duke of Edinburgh, husband of the Queen, longest-serving consort of a reigning British monarch and the oldest-ever male member of the British royal family). You know, the guy who just says whatever he’s thinking and happily insults everyone. I think he’s fab.

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Blue his house with a blue little window

I have successfully Sunday-ed.
I did my grocery shopping. Admittedly, I did it online and it’s being delivered tomorrow but, still… I have purchased groceries.
I arranged my car insurance renewal – pain-free and cheap, just the way I like it
I managed to sort, fold and put away all the laundry that had piled up on the chair for the last *cough* 2 months. It hurt my hips but I got it done. It may not sound like much but one small, physical, achievement has me feeling pretty good.

So I treated myself. I walked down to the little Tesco and bought myself a bottle of Dr Pepper and a thing of Millionaire’s Shortbread that was on roll back. Nom nom nom and very nice it was too!

I also finished S2 of Rizzoli & Isles. That’s two seasons in the last week. Oops.
I’m now trying to watch one of Michael Shanks’ movies, The Bouquet, but it is awful – and not the fun kind of awful either.

I’m now trying to write some more of the shapeshifter AU but I’m a little stuck. Trying to hash it out with Natalie to get past this block. It’s frustrating that I’m so close to the end and there’s this bloody great mountain in front of me. GRRRRR

I can’t help but think this is a very boring blogpost so I grabbed the 642 Things To Write About book that Dragon got me for Christmas, and the next prompt is:
The entire neighbourood is beige and grey, but at the end of the street sits a bright blue house. Who lives in there?

Clearly, the person who lives in there is ME. You’ve met me, right, and my love for all things bright and colourful? You’ve been in my house? OK, maybe I wouldn’t have a house that was blue on the outside but on the inside is ALL the colours. I hated being stuck in private rentals where everything was off-white or magnolia or cream or beige, it was so cold and clinical.

For those of you who don’t know… My hall/stairs/landing are blue and yellow, my kitchen is green and grey, my living room is brown and orange. My bedroom when I finish it will be red, black and gold. I’m planning on my bathroom being purple. Not sure about the spare room yet though.

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5 Fandom Friday – OTPs

Five top OTPs? *exhales* Just five? Where the hell do I even start to answer this? I mean, hell I have more than five pairings in just my current fandom, let alone my twenty years worth of fandom history?!

*taps lip and makes thinkynoises*

Right. So. We’ll start with Stargate SG1 since that’s my current main fandom. Now, sure, like I just said, I have more than five pairings I ship but when it all comes down to it, my OTP is most definitely Jack O’Neill/Daniel Jackson
I could ramble at length about why I love these guys, but I’m not really feeling up to it, so I’m just going to carry on and list my main other OTPs. I’ll make a note to talk more about things at another date when I feel better.

Stargate: Atlantis comes next. I have a lot less pairings for SGA than I do for SG1 and, as cliche as it is, it really has to be John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Which I always find to be absolutely hilarious because I cannot stand Rodney but the bond between those two is undeniable!

Now my brain basically only has space for one fandom at a time, and right now that’s Stargate. I’m now thinking about my prior fandoms, my prior pairings to list another three. So.. let’s see…

One of the fandoms I was in the longest was Kane RPS or as my friends and I jokingly referred to them and their circle of friends, the ITBN – it was Christian Kane, Steve Carlson, Riley Smith, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Danneel Harris… it was the ‘Incestuous Texas Boy Network’. But I digress and the main pairing from the group was Christian Kane/Steve Carlson

A fandom I do keep going back to is The Sentinel. It was one of my first online fandoms, way way way back in like 1999/2000 or so. I found it in the most bizarre way – not a topic for this post – but completely and utterly fell in love with Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
I mean, come one, Blair was staying with Jim for a couple of weeks while he found a new place and was still living there four years later! ♥

One more pairing, one more fandom. Um. Hm. There are so many I could choose so which one do I pick? My muse is kind of yelling at me that my other main current pairing right now is an SG1/SGA crossover pairing, John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell but I’m trying to go for multiple fandoms here.

Pairing number five will go to one of my current favourite TV shows Saving Hope and one of my very few actually canon pairings. Charlie Harris/Alex Reid
They’re just so fucking adorable together!

There are so so many others I could mention that I’m almost tempted to start a page on this site just dedicated to all the pretty pairings and moresomes that I ship!

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Still crazy

I’m pleased to report I’m officially still nuts! :)

I had a depression check-up with my GP this morning. He’s very pleased with how I’m reacting to the Propanolo and the Sertraline. We’re sticking with the current cause of treatment for the foreseeable future. We discussed the trouble I’ve been having sleeping and he wants me to start keeping a sleep log, how well I’m sleeping, what’s preying on my mind when I can’t, stress levels and stuff.

Last night I fell asleep on the couch watching Rizzoli & Isles 1×04… so I’ve no idea who killed the ded girl. And I had a lie-in this morning so that was nice. I’ve not been feeling too tired throughout the day and I feel normal levels of tiredness for 8:30 in the evening.

I’m sitting with my legs up, eating Macaroni Cheese that I just cooked and watching last night’s episode of The X Files. Then I’ll go back and rewatch Rizzoli & Isles and find out who the killer was.

Another exciting night in the life of Cassie!

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The problem with weekends

The only problem, and I use the term loosely, with weekends is that I tend to completely throw my body clock out during them. As I’m typing this, it is 00:07 on Sunday night/Monday morning and I’m awake. I should be fast asleep but nope, not even a little bit sleepy. My alarm is going off at 06:30 so tomorrow I will mostly be zombified!

It’s all my own fault. I didn’t get out of bed til gone 11 this morning. I was awake by about 9:30 but I was having a little battery-powered me time with some wonderful daydreams about a very dominant Sam Carter *grins*

I watched the first couple of episodes of Rizzoli & Isles. It’s one of those shows I’ve been umming and ahhing about watching for a couple of years. I’ve always heard such good reviews but at the same time I love the books so I was torn. I took some advice and pretended the show was separate to the books and you know what? I thoroughly enjoyed what I watched and am more than a little bit in love with Maura Isles already ♥

Other than that, I’ve just been chilling and listening to music/sorting out my itunes. I managed to copy all the music off my ipod so I’ve been sorting through that, ripping CDs and rebuilding my digital music collection. I’ve been using Spotify so much recently that I’ve not been taking care of the music I own. Apparently it’s time to do that. It’ll be a slow process but it’s always fun rediscovering music that I used to love, had forgotten how much I love and am falling in love with all over again.

Also, and completely unrelatd to any of that, my left hip hurts. :(

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Any Dream Will Do

81FIRdPFciL._SL1500_ When I was but a wee llama, I was madly in love with Jason Donovan. You know, back when he looked like this. Oh be still my pre-teen beating heart! The tousled blond hair, the brown eyes, the perfect smile, the tan… ♥

I adored him as Scott Robinson in Neighbours and my little heart was broken when Scott married Charlene. There were tears. I remember it well.

I loved his music too. I had all the singles on 7″ and all his albums on tape. I’m not sure I should even be admitting this but I can still sing along wordperfect to songs like Too Many Broken Hearts or Especially For You (I’d forgiven him for marrying Kylie at that point!), or When You Come Back To Me. My parents even took me up to London to see him playing Joseph in the West End, which started a whole new love.
I still have a ridiculous amount of love for that musical and have seen it many many times. ALL THE LOVE.

Then, of course, it all came crashing down with the drugs and he disappeared into obscurity, once again breaking my tween heart. The pain, the agony! *cries*

I also have no idea why I’m writing a blog post about my late 80s/early 90s love for an Australian soap/popstar. I have however discovered he does an All 80’s Show on Heart FM on a Sunday night so I might have to look into that.

And sure, the drugs and all really aged him badly but he’s still a good looking guy and I also can’t help but think how much he looks like his dad!

I’m now going to be really pathetic and wander over to Spotify or iTunes and see if I can’t find me some ‘classic’ Jason to listen to!

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Message In A Bottle

One of my Christmas presents from Dragon was a writing prompt book called ‘642 Things To Write About’, and Dragon being Dragon she got me the ‘Young Writer’s Edition. Or, to put it much plainer, the kids version. *grins* Thanks Dragon.

Today seems like a good time to crack open the spine and take a look at my first writing prompt:
You’re enjoying making sandcastles at the beach, when the ocean waves wash up a message in a bottle. You pull out the message. What does it say?

Firstly, I’m going to assume I’m on a beach that is not in the UK in the middle of winter. Just for clarity’s sake, I’m going to go ahead and say that my beach is in the Caribbean. I mean… it’s 6C, raining and blowing a gale out there. This is not optimum sandcastle building weather!
Not that the prompt is asking this, or that it’s anything do to with the prompt at all. Just saying.

It’s probably testament to the kind of sci-fi and horror that I adore that in my mind, the message says something along the lines of opening this bottle has freed an evil spirit. You have 24hrs to capture him and cast the spell that returns him to this prison or he will take over your body.

Orrrr that opening the bottle has unleashed a plague upon the world that shall cause the population to be decimated. You are now Patient X. It would probably also say that even if you killed yourself you would still cause the virus to spread.
I’m quite fond of this second one actually because then you could have the CDC kicking into gear, quarantining the area, trying to use anything left in the bottle in conjunction with my blood/cells/what-have-you to find out what kind of virus/plague it is, to synthesise a cure or a vaccine…

Not that I’ve been wtching things like 12 Monkeys, Helix, The Strain etc recently… no, not at all. It also make me want to watch that early NCIS episode S.W.A.K – y’know, the one where Tony got pneumonic plague. That was fun.
Yes, I’m sure ‘fun’ isn’t necessarily the correct word.
What can I say – I’m bloody weird!

And, of course there’s always the good old “Good morning, Mr. Phelps…. Your mission… should you decide to accept it, is to [mission of the week described]. As always, should you or any member of your IM Force be caught or killed, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.”

Now how am I supposed to fit all of that in that little box the book gives me? Hah!