Green Eggs and Codfisch

Oh, this is awful. I just stupidly realized that the word in German meaning 'cod', which is kabeljau, which I've been using (completely randomly) for my (mostly nonexistent) writing and other such nonsense, as well as my title and my del.icio.us (codfisch), this whole recurring image of cod (which I've never eaten before, being vegetarian for so long, and never having any links in particular to fish except that strange childhood obsession with drawing a series of simplistic "Dreams of a Dead Fish" on whatever paper I could find, which were strange doodles of an upside down, X-eyed fish with 'dreams' above him and usually a plaque which stated 'fish' or something), which was based on the word kabeljau because I LIKED it and thought it was a wondrous word, in spelling and unusualness and pronouniation.... isn't pronounced how I initially thought it to be pronounced. Kah-bell-jau (hard j, like giraffe or Jack). Of course not. In German, a j is always very soft, not like a j at all but a y. Ja. Jungen. Jahre. Jedenfalls.

Kabeljau. Kabel-yow.

I am possibly so ridiculously depressed, not even the pleasure of writing that incredibly long, grammatically-incorrect run-on sentence above could erase the pain of mispronouncing such an amazing word.

So what is it with saviour siblings? I knew what they were, mainly from My Sister's Keeper which my sister (of course) kept pushing upon me to read, but I didn't know there was an official term for it, or that people actually DID have children whose sole purpose on Earth is to provide bodily materials for a sick relative. In my opinion this is completely inhumane. A person should be born for themselves, not to be used. From one side, refusing to let your body be used like that--forfeiting activities which would be harmful not because they are worried about your own safety, but the safety of your sibling should YOU not be available for them, and allowing them to take tissues and bone marrow and organs and anything else--seems selfish, like you don't care enough about your sibling to be their "saviour". But it's much more selfish of them to expect you to give yourself up, give your body up, for them.

It's horribly cruel for me to say this, but if someone is going to die, if they have a diease that you cannot escape from, don't. If you have leukemia or cancer and there is no hope for you to live except by taking body parts from someone else for the rest of your life, then why are you trying so hard? You can't hold onto a life you've already lost.

13 Xena
2 Gabrielle
2 Aphrodite
2 Ephiny
3 Xena/Gabrielle
4 Lucy Lawless



( I could probably just get up there behind you... )

Woo, International Day of Femslash Challenge!

Actually, I... I have no idea when the International Day of Femslash is. Sometime in July--tragically not on my birthday.

That Scotty/Spock should be up sometime, I promise!

... Along with all the OTHER fics I've promised/started to write.

There has to be a word stronger than "procrastinator" for me. D:

Damn.

Now I've made a drunken mistake. A big one.

Life is horrible.

Why do people always insist upon pretending that things never happen when they do? No one ever drunkenly kiss someone and then actually talks about it afterward, it seems. It always has to be "we both know it happened, and we both know that the other knows, but let's just pretend like it didn't happen, okay?". It's getting old. Actual communication would be nice, thanks.

I mean, I would honestly like to know if I was your drunken mistake or not.

I don't suppose anyone has a good photo of the two of them together?

I'm writing a Scotty/Spock, and THAT is something I never thought I'd say.

Suddenly Star Trek is like The Hot Thing. Even--or should I say, especially--amongst people who have never even seen any of the other series. A vicious, arrogant part of me hates the people who think they can just swoop in and be "New Star Trek fans", the same people who dissed the other, equally brilliant series as being geeky. I wouldn't say I'm DS9's biggest fan, but dammit, at least I watched it before I formed that opinion! And Voyager is glorious, hands down. But apparently people care more about Bones and Kirk and Spock and Chekov more than Chakotay, Tom Paris, Tuvok, and the holographic doctor.

*sigh* This was not meant to be a bitchfest.

At least, because of all the new Trek fic which has been cropping up in the past week or so, I have had ample opportunities to use my variety of Voyager icons, especially the "Little Ship Big Secrets" one. Icon space is really going to be the reason why I eventually buy a DW account. I can't stand being limited to six.

I've got invite codes! Woaw. I didn't actually think I would ever get any--I thought only paid account would get invite codes.

'Course, problem is, I don't actually have anyone I could really give them to, who I think would actually use them.

I'm going to see My Fair Lady (in German, which should be very, very interesting--we're still trying to figure out how they are going to translate "the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plains") this evening, but first off I have a house visit. From the doctor.

To give me rabies shots.

Because apparently if you stay in more rural areas of Bhutan for more than a set number of days (I'm staying for eight) then you are at risk for RABIES.

And I'm getting a typhoid shot as well, though that isn't half as interesting as the THREE rabies shots I need to get. And then, you know what? Those three shots only last for one year. One. Year. Before it needs to be done all over again, all three. It's ridiculous. D:

I.. may be totally in love with Kirk/McCoy. Which is sad, because I have this preconceived notion that I must be a Kirk/Spock shipper, or die, and also that the first time I watched Star Trek, the movie, I absolutely did not see Kirk/Bones whatsoever. Did not compute. And now that I've observed the material in a second go, I realized: Kirk and Bones were made for each other. Just like Kirk and Spock, yes, but in a much easier way.

Anyway, I'm somewhat too tired (it's three) to say anything else of value besides: if you were planning on going to see Angels and Demons, don't. I really wouldn't recommend it that highly. I won't say anything too spoilery right now, only this: they could have made something good, dammit, something which reflected positively on the Church, which, by the way, isn't *my* church, so I don't have any bias on that matter, except I don't like religion being mindlessly bashed and that's what Angels and Demons did. They could have ended on a positive, hopeful-for-the-future note that the Catholic Church had changed its ways, that there was going to be a bright future where religion and science could go hand-in-hand.... and they opted for the much more comfortable path of making the Church out to be manipulative, corrupt, self-serving, and backwards. And I. Hate. That. I may not sympathize with Christianity (owing mostly to the fact that I would be going to hell for any number of reasons), but the way they degraded  everything about the Church and the people who run it was spiteful. And sickening.

That's... all. :O I should have just titled this "A lot of educated angsting" and put it under a cut, but. It's still fit for the public, I think... name no names, that's me, and hope that I haven't spoiled too much.