Wooooooooooo!

The trailer to The Two Towers rocks!

Yeeeeeeeeeeee!


Faramir is gorgeous! *drool* Eomer none too shabby either. Eowyn looks promising. Gollum seeming okay too, and no bad artificial stuff so far with him.

Had fabulous time with Curtana. Had long talk about parents and pets and Hazel over dinner, then made snide comments about LoTR all the way through. Was much fun.

Notable points:

We saw the car in the background.

Legolas' eyes changed colour several times.

Legolas fights with shortswords twice: once in the Mines of Moria against the orcs with the cave troll (bow in one hand, sword in the other), and in the fight against the Uruk-Hai.

Figwit is gorgeous! *drool*

The ceremonial font in Lothlórien, we decided, is filled with peroxide and not water, because that's certainly not the Elves' natural hair colour for the most part.

Only the humans seem not to wash their hair, ever. The others are grimy but otherwise well–groomed.

Gandalf the white is better–groomed. Like the hair a lot.

Am looking forward to Ents.


Went to Curtana's appartment afterwards, where we talked with Forthright about his grading and a bit about parents and stuff. Was fun to speak to them in an entirely non–gaming setting. Am glad because for a while was worried we had nothing but gaming in common, which would be sad, but luckily is not the case.

Have to phone tomorrow about washer & dryer, and drive my mother to the retirement home, where my grandfather is apparently in a coma. Still no word from my father, though he apparently spoke to my uncle and is coming home. Mother is upset he hasn't called us, and I'm mildly ticked as well, I must admit.

Think I may take that quiz before heading to bed.

Wooooooooooo!

The trailer to The Two Towers rocks!

Yeeeeeeeeeeee!


Faramir is gorgeous! *drool* Eomer none too shabby either. Eowyn looks promising. Gollum seeming okay too, and no bad artificial stuff so far with him.

Had fabulous time with Curtana. Had long talk about parents and pets and Hazel over dinner, then made snide comments about LoTR all the way through. Was much fun.

Notable points:

We saw the car in the background.

Legolas' eyes changed colour several times.

Legolas fights with shortswords twice: once in the Mines of Moria against the orcs with the cave troll (bow in one hand, sword in the other), and in the fight against the Uruk-Hai.

Figwit is gorgeous! *drool*

The ceremonial font in Lothlórien, we decided, is filled with peroxide and not water, because that's certainly not the Elves' natural hair colour for the most part.

Only the humans seem not to wash their hair, ever. The others are grimy but otherwise well–groomed.

Gandalf the white is better–groomed. Like the hair a lot.

Am looking forward to Ents.


Went to Curtana's appartment afterwards, where we talked with Forthright about his grading and a bit about parents and stuff. Was fun to speak to them in an entirely non–gaming setting. Am glad because for a while was worried we had nothing but gaming in common, which would be sad, but luckily is not the case.

Have to phone tomorrow about washer & dryer, and drive my mother to the retirement home, where my grandfather is apparently in a coma. Still no word from my father, though he apparently spoke to my uncle and is coming home. Mother is upset he hasn't called us, and I'm mildly ticked as well, I must admit.

Think I may take that quiz before heading to bed.

Roleplaying quiz

( Important characters to me )

Off to bed now. Must think of name for D&D sorceress. ;)

Roleplaying quiz

( Important characters to me )

Off to bed now. Must think of name for D&D sorceress. ;)

Remember what the doormouse said...

Listening to Jefferson Airplane, again.

Somehow seems to match my mood of feeling hyper and giddy while at the same time having this vaguely panicky feeling...

MU is feeling better now. Has decided to let me keep washer & dryer until the end of May, so less of a rush on that front.

Going to see grandfather soon, who's been in a coma. Paternal Unit finally made himself known to us this morning. He's coming back on the next plane and should be here this afternoon.

This is tearing the family apart. Extended family, that is. Youngest aunt is refusing to come over from France, claiming she has to look after her husband, who's been having back problems of late. Second-youngest brother, who lives in Montreal, says he's only coming to funeral but not to bedside. Other aunt and uncles flipping out, and true to form the venom is flying. That side of the family has never been into decorum and dignity, which is probably the main reason the MU can't stand them.

Naturally she's in a state because they keep calling her to give her messages for my father, whom until recently we couldn't reach. They have an incredible knack for pushing all her buttons, so I've been in damage–control mode all morning.

Besides which, WW's daughter, KW, apart from having leukemia, also apparently had a severe allergic reaction to a packet of nuts yesterday, went into anaphylactic shock and came very close to slipping into a coma. She's okay for now, but has had to stop the injecions of Interferon, because her platelet count is so low, and this means the leukemia isn't being controlled while she recovers from this latest setback.

Poor girl. No one is supposed to know about the leukemia because she's afraid of losing her job, where she just got promoted. Can't believe how much this sucks for her. That whole family is having nothing but bad luck. WW herself is in remission from non–Hodgkin's lymphoma.

Oh well. I guess things have to get better from here. Having slept, things aren't looking quite so grim.

Remember what the doormouse said...

Listening to Jefferson Airplane, again.

Somehow seems to match my mood of feeling hyper and giddy while at the same time having this vaguely panicky feeling...

MU is feeling better now. Has decided to let me keep washer & dryer until the end of May, so less of a rush on that front.

Going to see grandfather soon, who's been in a coma. Paternal Unit finally made himself known to us this morning. He's coming back on the next plane and should be here this afternoon.

This is tearing the family apart. Extended family, that is. Youngest aunt is refusing to come over from France, claiming she has to look after her husband, who's been having back problems of late. Second-youngest brother, who lives in Montreal, says he's only coming to funeral but not to bedside. Other aunt and uncles flipping out, and true to form the venom is flying. That side of the family has never been into decorum and dignity, which is probably the main reason the MU can't stand them.

Naturally she's in a state because they keep calling her to give her messages for my father, whom until recently we couldn't reach. They have an incredible knack for pushing all her buttons, so I've been in damage–control mode all morning.

Besides which, WW's daughter, KW, apart from having leukemia, also apparently had a severe allergic reaction to a packet of nuts yesterday, went into anaphylactic shock and came very close to slipping into a coma. She's okay for now, but has had to stop the injecions of Interferon, because her platelet count is so low, and this means the leukemia isn't being controlled while she recovers from this latest setback.

Poor girl. No one is supposed to know about the leukemia because she's afraid of losing her job, where she just got promoted. Can't believe how much this sucks for her. That whole family is having nothing but bad luck. WW herself is in remission from non–Hodgkin's lymphoma.

Oh well. I guess things have to get better from here. Having slept, things aren't looking quite so grim.

The end is near, I think

Definitely the end of a large period in my life. My grandfather is agonising. Waiting for my father to come, I think. He was semi–comatose when we went to see him. He reacted a bit when he heard my father's name, at least he blinked and made some kind of sign of recognition.

He's not suffering, which is a relief. It's pretty much a matter of hours now, and he'll just quietly slip away. At least, that's what the nurse said. It was very hard to see him like that. When I was small he was still very strong and energetic, and to see him so diminished and weak, almost translucent and struggling for every breath, was devastating.

My grandfather was no saint, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he's still a human being, and the last twenty years of his life I think were extremely sad, especially after his wife died, though she suffered horribly during her own lifetime.

I can only hope he'll be happy wherever he's going.

The end is near, I think

Definitely the end of a large period in my life. My grandfather is agonising. Waiting for my father to come, I think. He was semi–comatose when we went to see him. He reacted a bit when he heard my father's name, at least he blinked and made some kind of sign of recognition.

He's not suffering, which is a relief. It's pretty much a matter of hours now, and he'll just quietly slip away. At least, that's what the nurse said. It was very hard to see him like that. When I was small he was still very strong and energetic, and to see him so diminished and weak, almost translucent and struggling for every breath, was devastating.

My grandfather was no saint, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he's still a human being, and the last twenty years of his life I think were extremely sad, especially after his wife died, though she suffered horribly during her own lifetime.

I can only hope he'll be happy wherever he's going.

[untitled]

My latest sun is fading fast
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph has begun

Oh come, angel band,
Come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home

Oh bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
And gives me victory

Oh come, angel band,
Come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home


I dunno. It seemed appropriate. This one too, though not as much:


Kiss me, lover, kiss your darling
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest

Seems the light is swiftly fading
Brighter seems that other shore
I am standing by the river
Angels wait to take me home

Kiss me lover, kiss your darling
See the pain upon my brow
I will soon be with the angels
Fate has doomed my future now

Through the years you've always loved me
And my life you've tried to save
But now I shall slumber sweetly
In a deep and lonely and grave

Kiss me, lover, kiss your darling
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest
I am weary, let me rest

[untitled]

My latest sun is fading fast
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph has begun

Oh come, angel band,
Come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home

Oh bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin
And gives me victory

Oh come, angel band,
Come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snow–white wings
To my immortal home


I dunno. It seemed appropriate. This one too, though not as much:


Kiss me, lover, kiss your darling
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest

Seems the light is swiftly fading
Brighter seems that other shore
I am standing by the river
Angels wait to take me home

Kiss me lover, kiss your darling
See the pain upon my brow
I will soon be with the angels
Fate has doomed my future now

Through the years you've always loved me
And my life you've tried to save
But now I shall slumber sweetly
In a deep and lonely and grave

Kiss me, lover, kiss your darling
Lay my head upon your breast
Throw your loving arms around me
I am weary, let me rest
I am weary, let me rest

More musical stuff

( Leonard Cohen, this time )

More musical stuff

( Leonard Cohen, this time )

Better than expected

My parents are apparently still on talking terms, mostly due to major efforts at reconciliation on my father's part and numerous jokes, which my mother usually can't resist. It's very hard to stay mad at my father when he's like that.

My grandfather is still hanging in there, barely breathing and definitely not conscious, though apparently he can still kind of understand what's going on. From what the nurse told us today and what my father found out later, he apparently stopped eating and drinking last Thursday and refused to take any medication, but no one saw fit to tell us. *grr*

Evening with Curtana and Forthright was a welcome break from playing UN Peacekeeping Force with an increasingly agitated and upset Maternal Unit, who by the time I left had convinced herself that my father doesn't really love her, doesn't consider her his partner in life, doesn't think of her as family, etc etc...

She also came back to her earlier theory that my aunt is out to break up their marriage.

I'm pretty sure she's wrong. I mean, my aunt is an awful woman, but I can't see what her interest in that would be. She's too busy screwing up her kids' lives to be screwing up ours as well. *miaow*

Spent evening talking about parents and music and gaming with Forthright and Curtana, listened to amusingly regrettable MP3s. Was fun and distracting and I'm extremely grateful to them for putting up with me until such an ungodly hour.

Off to bed now.

Better than expected

My parents are apparently still on talking terms, mostly due to major efforts at reconciliation on my father's part and numerous jokes, which my mother usually can't resist. It's very hard to stay mad at my father when he's like that.

My grandfather is still hanging in there, barely breathing and definitely not conscious, though apparently he can still kind of understand what's going on. From what the nurse told us today and what my father found out later, he apparently stopped eating and drinking last Thursday and refused to take any medication, but no one saw fit to tell us. *grr*

Evening with Curtana and Forthright was a welcome break from playing UN Peacekeeping Force with an increasingly agitated and upset Maternal Unit, who by the time I left had convinced herself that my father doesn't really love her, doesn't consider her his partner in life, doesn't think of her as family, etc etc...

She also came back to her earlier theory that my aunt is out to break up their marriage.

I'm pretty sure she's wrong. I mean, my aunt is an awful woman, but I can't see what her interest in that would be. She's too busy screwing up her kids' lives to be screwing up ours as well. *miaow*

Spent evening talking about parents and music and gaming with Forthright and Curtana, listened to amusingly regrettable MP3s. Was fun and distracting and I'm extremely grateful to them for putting up with me until such an ungodly hour.

Off to bed now.