tea_and_ink: (cowboy)
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY Y'ALL!!!

Everything around here is so quiet. Is vaguely creepy . I want fireworks and apple pie and corndog and beer. I really want beer, actually.

I could go downstairs and get me some from the grocery store across the street, but it's not the same without the corndog and the fireworks and, you know, other people to celebrate with....

I'll be here in my corner, missing home and watching this muslce cars show that's on right now.

Y'all have fun for me, will ya?
tea_and_ink: (huh?)
So, I'm in the middle of some quality time over the phone with my dad when the bro picks up the other end of the line, bribes (or guilt-trips) dad into hanging up and let Jared have a talk with me, and then goes on and asks me if I, being the girl I am, find Jesse Spencer doable....

I really, really worry about my brother's thinking process, and the subjects he chooses to delve on. Bright reminder of that time when he wanted to know which word did I find more appropriate: dick, or cock. Needless to say, much headdeskery ensued.

Also, fics... a list

I predict a lot bonding between me and this laptop.
tea_and_ink: (Jensen)
Dear (lucky) fandom fellas:

To those of you who will be lucky enough to attend Jensen Ackles' play in Forth Worth, please, please do your best to retain some dignity and remember you're in a theater, not in a rock concert. Cat-calls aren't really called upon, in fact they are definitely not appreciated by the people on stage and around you.

Please remember that a lot of effort has been put into this play so, screaming every time Jensen steps on the stage would be rude to the actors and audience, not to mention that it would seriously damage our (already screwed to hell) collective image.

The fact that the no-cameras, camcorders and cell phone cameras policy had to be pointed out sure tells something...
I, once again, fear for our reputation. 

So, please remember you're in a theater and behave accordingly.

A whole lotta love, me

P.S.: For some reason, I'm hoping that those of you reading this feel offended that I've even consider thinking about this. Because if you do, then my worries are completely unfounded, and that's a good thing.
tea_and_ink: (junk_headphones)
tea_and_ink: (river)
Names are important. There.

Last night Jared and I had a conversation over the phone (the love that guy has for his phone is really creepy sometimes) where certain event that I was not informed about surfaced. Apparently my tow dads had a discussion over the fact that Jared and I referred to our father by his first name. In R's view, that was a lack of respect for the parental figure, it allowed the children to have certain control over the parent with whom they were in fist name terms, under-minding of authority might ensue and subsequently the parent's duty was unfulfilled. 

In my dad's opinion, it is a sign of both respect and appreciation from his offspring to address him that way, it meant that they recognized him as the person, the human being, instead of just as the father role. According to dad, it had nothing to do with respect issues because we still shut our mouths with a mere glare from him, the same way we still turn to him when a more experienced-person's advice is required. Besides we still called him dad or daddy on a regular basis, so it wasn't as if we didn't recognize his part in our conception and upbringing, it was more about us accepting his condition of human being, of citizen even...

This discussion kept going for quite a while after this particular encounter took place. I'm kinda kicking myself for not picking up on it, but in my defense, I did notice that R was a bit stiff about my ways with him. I've never called him by his first name, at first he was Mr. R, then when he grew on me he became dad, he's never been daddy for me, but eventually I'll forget the "sir" part and he'll give me this look... now I know why.

My daddy, folks, is a hero. But that's my opinion on the subject which we have to agree, is more than a little biased.
My question to you (as somebody's kids and in certain cases, somebody's parent) is what do you think? I mean, your answer is most likely to have no affect on my treatment of my dad, since well, he's okay with it, but it will open my mind some more.

P.S.: is official, I'm back being "Scout"! ::is happy::

Huh...

Mar. 15th, 2007 04:07 pm
tea_and_ink: (mr universe)
So, my entire class in on time out until next Wednesday. The details of what we did to earn such a sanction remain kinda fuzzy, seeing as how nobody will clarify them for me. Which is a very bad thing, since half the curse (including me) were absent when the transgression was committed. We're all sinners and thus we shall pay.

I have a big brother... who's not Jared. His name is Johnathan and Jared is calling me every two hours to keep me posted on every happening of this new development. As of now, Dad won't spill his version of the story. Apparently brother Johnny is around 28 yrs old, and showed up last night at their doorstep. My family is weird folks, very weird.

Jensen on Jimmy Kimmel? Awesome. Poor thing looked like he'd rather be giving birth instead of sitting there. Does he curl his eyelashes? WTH? But you know, he took it like a champ and managed to crack some jokes despite his discomfort. Go Jen! That's why I like you so.

Other than that, tv and I aren't really in the best of terms lately, I really have no interest on the current programming. Other than Supernatural and possibly Heroes, which premiered here last Friday... I'm adrift tv-wise. Which leaves me completely and utterly BORED! I do nothing but get myself in troubles when bored to these levels. I need a distraction. Soon

Tis all so far. I'll probably put in another post before the day is over, because I'm bored like that. 
tea_and_ink: (bookish)
Well, it would seem that I'm quite enthused with this "Kat, the Hunter" fic I've been tricked into writing... only is not named like that, I actually found a rather cool title for it, which led me to discover my new talent ::drum roll:: I can come up with nice titles, as long as I haven't written the story yet... Yay for me! I can name things.

I am informing you of this fic, because I have a load of ideas that just require me to sit down and html the hell out of them, and this is where you come in, I am officially enabling you to nudge me if by next friday I'm still in page one... how will you know I'm no longer in page one, you wonder, I'll tell ya how, I will post it when its done, or at least post a snippet of whatever it is that I have so far (like a page and a half, possibly) in order to avoid the nudging.... How's that?

In another order of ideas, I got my grade for that Social Studies paper I owed... B+. I am the shit! Period.

The bro mailed me my new favorite cd. "Riding with the King" by Eric Clapton & B.B King. Awesome. I'm in love peeps! Still don't know what caused this sudden surge of fraternal love, but I'm already onto something, I think.

A great new I got yesterday night? We may not have to produce some sponsor out of our butts for our little project because, according to the "lab partner" we have a good chance of wrapping it up before july. I'm happy.

The roommate brought a cat. That I named Alec, because I'm a dork like that. Also, during dinner, we had this conversation on B.B King's Lucille and the fact I would give my guitar a female name as well, she game this look that clearly said "WTF Paola?" and I said that I'd named my car Pete, after Peter Pan... she kept the look.
Now I ask you, what in god's name is wrong with naming precious objects? I really wanna know.

Btw, this coffeehouse's name is "The Man who was Thursday". I'm amused by the naming tune this day's playing for me.
tea_and_ink: (sunshine)
First of: I love my job. I work at a church with special children, and they are made of awesome, all of them. Today I show up after my holiday break (I'd been there to visit them but I wasn' t allowed to go into the classrooms and *be* with them, just see them and talk some. Its not the same) to work with them, and they had this surprise for me! A little girl wrote in huge red letters "Welcome Back Doc" on the chalkboard, (I'm not a doc, but they call me that) and they made paintings and drawings, and it was all so touching I cried. And then we were all crying and my supervisor walked in and left with a huge smile too.
Thing is that this children don't really get a lot of attention, they're in there because their families, for one reason or another, couldn't cope with their reality, so when somebody is there, helping them, teaching them stuff and just caring is like a gift for them, and so they're very grateful. That's a real life lesson.

Second: I so should be working on my Social Studies paper... I just need to procrastinate some before getting my ass in gear and actually sitting down and decide what the hell am I gonna talk about in it   ::headdesk::

Third: I'm starting to think that I sound like a blond. Yesterday the best friend's gf brought her sister along, and the sister thought I was a blond... by just hearing me talk through a door. WTF? That's the second time this week. How do blonds sound anyway? O.o

Fourth: I lost four pounds. And I know that should be a good thing, but its not. I'm 110 lbs and prone to anemia. So unjustified weight-loss is a big no-no. Gotta go to see a doctor about that.

And lastly: I think I saw my first autumn-fallen leaf this morning! And that made so happy!
Awww, I'm happy. Are you happy? Lets all be happy!

Okay, I release you from my madness, you can go on your merry way now.

...

Feb. 22nd, 2007 12:48 pm
tea_and_ink: (river)
So, rumor has it that our MIA proff is gonna get fired, and I know I should not be grateful for it, but the dude had t coming, besides I'm paying to have someone to teach me stuff, not to admire the work of the lady that cleans the chalkboard...

Also? I just finished this and its kind of... weird. I like it, but it feels weird. I was listening to John Mayer and "Comfortable" made this baby start wailing, claiming for my attention so I just had to. Anyhow, hope you like.

wtf?

Feb. 21st, 2007 01:12 pm
tea_and_ink: (huh?)
This morning was the most bizarre thing ever.


Well I guess that ends the rambling for now. I am doing a PhD in procrastination and I'm excelling at it. That can't be right.
      

No Way!

Feb. 19th, 2007 10:43 am
tea_and_ink: (coffeeweee)
Holy crap people, I'm freakin' gifted... or something like that.

We took this I.Q. test last year before holiday's break, and this morning we got our results, I happen to have the second highest score in the entire student body! (way to go unnoticed Paola)

148 points, ladies and gents. I'm sort of baffled because I'd really like to know where do those points go during the active part of my days.

Anyhow, thanks to this development I get to keep on working on my project for another semester with the complete economical aid of the university. Had it not been for that tiny, little number, I'd find myself looking for a sponsor, I won't have to worry about that for at least another four-five months (I'm crossing my fingers and every available limb that I'm done with it before then). That rocks pretty wildly.

I'm smart! Who'dda thought!
tea_and_ink: (Default)
Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC
"Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"

Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.
But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!

How cool am I?

Awww!

Feb. 8th, 2007 10:00 pm
tea_and_ink: (sunshine)

You wanna know the good part of having a cold? Yeah, I ransacked my brains trying to find that answer too. And I did it!

So you wanna know? I’ll tell ya: Jared getting up in the middle of the night, to drag me out of bed and into the couch where he proceeded to sit and pull me along, helping me to accommodate into a fetal position by his side, resting my head on his shoulder so that I could remain in a semi-upright position that allowed me to breathe while being comfortable enough to actually sleep some. I love my brother so. Damn. Much.

And Sophie, the little sister, got up very early in the morning and found us sleeping like that, so she went to her bed, pulled off the blanket and sheets and covered us all, since she joined us too (only she got to lay fully against Jared because she’s way smaller that me). My mom, of course, took pictures. From different angles. ‘Cuz she’s sappy like that. But still, I love her too for being able to capture a “kodak moment” anytime one falls on her lap.

I also got soup and cocoa tea. I can breath better now, my throat still burns but I don’t have any fever. Been sneezing like I was getting money out of it though, that pretty much annoys me senseless, but at least I’m not coughing my longs out. That’s a good thing, right?

 

Anyway, to sum this post up: I love my siblings to pieces! And they love me too. Ain’t that sweet?

Photos

Feb. 3rd, 2007 09:14 am
tea_and_ink: (Default)

I just got my new digital camera! Its great and I’m happy. I so have to go torment my brother with it, he’s cute when he’s posing, thing is he knows it, so he doesn’t pose… must plan an evil plan to get him to do it.

Also? One of the pictures in the U’s exhibition was sold! Somebody BOUGHT a picture I took, and that my friends, is a pool of awesome, is the definition of amazing.

Will show you the lucky lady later, when I upload it to my laptop.

 

YAY!!!!

tea_and_ink: (huh?)

This morning I found this book about religion, society and political power and all that jazz. And you know what got me thinking? The pictures and the fact that throughout history, the ideal of male beauty has remained pretty much the same, whereas female model differs from time to time, and culture to culture.

 

 

Does this post make any sense? Anybody know about some kind of study or something about this subject or anything similar? I’m really curious now. And also? I love my “reproductive ends” theory  ::grins::

 

 

tea_and_ink: (Angel)

When the phone rings insistently at 3:24 in the morning, you know something’s wrong.

See, since second grade it was three of us, Max (a.k.a. The Best Friend, peace offering bearer), Evan and I. Until Max and I took off to Argentine for educational reasons, and Evan went back to the States for the same purposes. Three years ago, Evan was diagnosed with leukemia, he held the fort. Until November 2006 when he got worse. Then he decided to come back to Venezuela where his closest family still lives. Max and I joined the battle in late December, we’d kept in touch with him, almost every day we’d call him, or send e-mails, or whatever. When holidays came along we flew here to be with the family, Evan included. This morning at 9.15 Evan passed away.

The only reason why I’m posting this is because Evan made me promise I’d tell the world how awesome he was. And I intent to. Max is trying to get his guitar to play, but is not working, he’s still too angry. Evan wanted me to write something for him, for his memorial, and he wanted Max to play that song he loved so much at the funeral. Last night he told us he didn’t want any sadness, because even though he would not live to see twenty five, he’d enjoyed immensely whatever few years he’d had. The guy was saying goodbye, in case he didn’t get the chance to do it properly when the time came. And when they called us at 3 in the morning today, he was getting worse, doctor said he probably wasn’t gonna make ‘till tomorrow. I took the car and dragged Max out of his bed, he cursed all the way to the hospital, I’d never heard Max cursed before, ever.

Evan was sitting by the window. In a wheelchair. He’d said he wasn’t gonna let them put him in one of those until there was NO OTHER choice, until he was dying. It hit us so hard that I had to hold on to something because my legs suddenly weren’t strong enough to hold the weight of my body. Evan was dying.

Juts last night he was telling us how he knew he’d never see Rome, he’d never get to play soccer again, he’d never kiss his girlfriend again, he’d never fly over the Atlantic, he’d never hear me singing off key while annoying the hell out of him again, he’d never see his unborn nephew, he’d never drink Soledad’s coffee again, he’d never see Texas again. And you know what he said after all that? He said it was okay, because most of those things had an “again” attached to them, and the only thing he was truly sorry for, was not being able to meet his nephew. And if that’s not a strong man… I don’t what is.

This morning I had a message by [profile] dazedizzy answering to something I’d posted, he read it for me, and told me to answer it, I wanted to leave it until later, and he said “No, Pao, you answer this now. I’m still here, and its SPN so, really is not a waste of time” after that we had our last discussion about SPN. We watched again that episode where Mulder gets his wishes from a genie of blue eyes. And he inherited me his CD collection, Max got his DVD collection. I’m keeping his football shirt, it still smells like him and Max decided he wasn’t returning Evan’s backpack, the one with the patches.

Evan wanted me and Max to perform at his funeral, which would take place outdoors; he didn’t care much for churches. Tonight we’ll be having a “something” at Soledad, which a coffeehouse across our old school, where everyone gathered and we drank coffee like it was our last day on earth. Well it was Evan’s and Soledad brought him an extra-large Mocha, his favorite, he couldn’t drink it, but he could make her promise she’d let us play there, because when we were little and Max was learning to play guitar and I was bored out of my head in the church’s choir we wanted to have “something” in that place, with and audience and everything else.

Max left the room, I think he’s crying by the sink, and it breaks my heart, because Evan would have made a crack about always knowing that Max was gay and had a crush on him, but Evan couldn’t correspond because he had his girl back in San Francisco, and she’d break Max’s legs if she ever found out about it.

I have to call her and tell her. This day sucks so loud. I’m pissed like you wouldn’t believe because Evan made me do this, because cancer is faster in youngsters, because he won’t live to be twenty-one, because Max can’t get the fucking accords right, because I left the keys inside the car and couldn’t lock myself in, so I had to cry outside, by a children’s park. And DAMN IT HURTS SO MUCH. I gave him the mix CD I’d made for him, it had LifeHouse, John Mayer (yeah I dragged him too), Bob Dylan and Kane (he was as easy as me). He loved it, and said he’d hear it until the day he died, he was joking of course, I knew he’d forget it in less than a month, and I hate him so much for being right, for making those jokes, for leaving us here to keep promises that otherwise would have granted him an ass-whooping from yours truly.

And I can’t keep doing this right now. I’ll have to come back later, or tomorrow, most likely after tomorrow. I still have to write what I’ll say at the memorial. Also I need to cry, by the sink probably.

 

 

tea_and_ink: (Dazedizzy)

Oh wow! (Somehow now every time that phrase pops into my head, it sounds like Sam’s voice, how far deep am I?) I just read this post about viruses and immune system and biology and dude! The things we knew and didn’t know we knew.

I mean, I had to read quite a bit before dusting my school days and actually remembering all the stuff they obviously didn’t try too hard to teach me, since I did do my best to learn, proof enough should be that I actually remembered, like, really knew what was all that about. And how cool is that?

I even remembered the pictures and the colors, and the stupid remarks my stupid class mates made, when they thought they were being so smart. And it feels good to know that High School wasn’t a complete waste of time, and that nerdyness is highly underrated, and also, its in moments like this when I’m oh so proud of being a geek. Because geeks will rule the world!

And guess what? I finally understood the whole T cells deal, and receptors and stuff that I’m supposed to know since brain chemistry is a pretty big deal in Psychology but, for some reason hadn’t managed to understand, beyond the point of recognizing few words and having the very pressing notion, that I should go and investigate things further if I ever wanted to know what the heck this guy was talking about, or you know, survive mid-terms.

So now I know and I’m bouncing all over the room, ‘cuz this is so. Freakin’. Awesome.

God bless LJ. And Jensen Ackles for good measure. And , since we're at it, also bless  [profile] dazedizzy for such a cool icon that  fits sooo perfectly this finding!

tea_and_ink: (Jensen)

Back in business after the massive nervous breakdown my laptop underwent, courtesy to an ass who claimed to be the grandpa’s long lost ilegit, and also claimed to be a computer technician claiming to have discovered a Trojan in my baby. A Trojan I KNEW wasn’t there, but hey, the guy could be my uncle so, let’s give him a chance, says my not-so-wise aunt Now I understand about giving chances, I do, but not with my most precious possession!!!!! So yeah, my aunt and I aren’t really talking until she admits the guy played us and CHARGED for it

::shakes head::

That said, I just wanted to make it known that I have developed an obsession, yeah big surprise there huh? With this John Mayer guy, ever heard of him? He’s real cool I mean, like fo’ real!

Great lyrics and beautiful voice. What more can one ask?

Story goes somewhat like this, my sister decided she had to give me a Christmas present now, because she didn’t give me anything when Christmas actually happened, and she knows I love blues and Jazz and all that, so she took the liberty to ask the clerk in this shitty store, what of that was sounding nowadays, and the kid sold her an album that really had NOTHING to do with what she asked for, but it did have Gravity and man I was bouncing with the purest of joys! Its beautiful and deep and soft and fucking touching! Sad part is I’ve heard it only once so far, yeah she took the CD ‘cuz that’s Sophie for ya. Now I’m on a quest to get more of his music, haven’t been extremely successful, but in this town I coulda done a lot worse. 

So for good intended gifts that didn’t quite achieve the expected goal, but didn’t fall entirely flat either, and the purest serendipity that led me to this amazing discovery, I raise my glass. 

Also, [personal profile] cherryscott I should let you know that I finally got around to hear 9 Crimes and it broke my little breakable heart. Its so, so sad. I’m off to read the fic with the song in the background and possibly let you know what that felt like. 

All in all? I’m a happy camper. Not even having to pay to the family’s new found asshole for damaging my laptop could bring me down now, life’s looking up people!!! ‘Cause John Mayer and Damien Rice can make the long walk worth it.

 

Speaking of John Mayer, any recommendations? I’m all ears :D

tea_and_ink: (Default)

Everyone's doing it so...

Which Supernatural character are you?

You're Dean! You're like those M&Ms you love so much -- hard candy shell on the outside, soft chocolate center on the inside. You're a huge flirt, and quite proud of it, even though you'd rather chew off your own arm than talk about your real feelings. You kick ass and you're smart, but without any special powers or a silly college education -- all your kickass is purely your own, baby.
Take this quiz!

Somehow, I'm not all that surprised although it wasn't what I expected... huh
tea_and_ink: (huh?)
I’ve finished reading Isaac Asimov’s “Foundation” and I’m left with a buzz in my ears that sounds suspiciously like WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!
 
I mean, the storyline made sense, the premise was great, I absolutely agree that our ever increasing need for technologies to make our lives easier, is somewhat limping us some more, and the idea that someday, when it all crashes down, our society will be left with a void of knowledge so great, it will send our civilization back into the primitive first attempts at understanding the world around us, falls into place within Asimov’s universe, and although my approach might not be as drastic as the one in the book, I can understand why it would have to be so, in order to create the plot.
What I don’t get is how such a good and original base idea got shut to hell when political and economical issues piped in. I get the feeling that the writer meant to face this topics and their developing was supposed to take a major part in the story, but at the end, all the hopping forward into the future made a lot of things go unsolved, and all that was left was this sense of incompleteness, that I just can’t bring myself to sympathize with. I can only assume that the reason why it was made this way was to create a background to the real action, the story that he really wanted to tell, is just that if he was gonna do that, wouldn’t have been better if he got it better explained? Or better yet, if he went explaining it as the real story progressed? I don’t think all that was necessary since it only made it harder for me to get it and that’s no way to treat a reader!
 
So all in all, I give him points for what he tried to do, the original idea behind all the jumping, but the jumping itself? Completely unnecessary.
It gave me the idea that the author got so wrapped up in the fact that he was writing science fiction, that he forgot what a tool that was! This is using the gender as an ending and not just as a mean, it lost the chance to study human behavior, and how people will react just the same despite the situation. ::shakes head:: 
 
Something else that bugged the hell outta me? The whole Scientology deal. If you’re going to use religion as a mean to control people politically, then try something smarter than technology, or perhaps it has to do with the base idea and its all pointing to the inevitable circles history moves in… hmmm, there’s a thought.
 
Maybe I just got the whole thing wrong, or, as I get the feeling, didn’t get it at all. My mind keeps zoning back to times when the Bene Gesserit had their planes, and explained them to the reader because it fitted the plot, it helped it. And the religion was based in a real god-like being with mental abilities developed through not-so-natural selection and expansive training. In Dune, science fiction was a mere tool that, granted, allowed certain situations to happen so the plot would dance to that tune, but THAT didn’t make the plot. The real story was told by the characters and not their toys (as cool as they were), Dune made possible the description of a political world where religion was a way to control masses, because said masses believed in something believable, they were not fooled by techies wearing robes. It dealt with Sacrifice, and choices, even ecology somehow skillfully thrown into the mix. Many details that were not left without explanation because they made sense in that universe, a sense I did not get with “Foundation” and is really sad, because this book is supposed to be a very big thing and I didn’t get it. I mean SCIENTOLOGY people!!!! That’s a real life religion and I just can’t get pass the feeling its all about people willingly accepting a lie because its just that much more comfortable, its easier to accept than metaphysical philosophies and intangible promises, it requires minimum effort, and really it fits our times, but STILL!
Or perhaps I expected too much from this book since I’d previously read “I, Robot” and that one was good, it dealt with ethics and SciFi goodies were left as background and nothing more. “Foundation” didn’t tell me anything, other than that capitalist economy will survive freakin’ apocalypse itself.
I think I’ll let this brew for a while and go back to the book, maybe the thing is so well written that you need a second time in order to grasp some of it… one can only hope.
 
Its actually a series so maybe the following volumes will explain something and that would allow me to see this first one under a new light, I don’t know.
So if anyone cares to help me here. I’m sorely disappointed, but I refuse to let go of hope, basically ‘cause I already used my time with it. I’d really like to make it count.
 
And I cannot, will not let slip the raging machismo in this book! The only woman mentioned in the ENTIRE length of it was a mere bridge, some kind of go-between for a feudalist dude and the established empire, or something like that, point is, she was an adornment and a spoiled one at that!! Jesus. Fucking. Christ! What is it with men not knowing how to write a female character; again, comparison cannot be helped, Frank Herbert was a genius, Dune was fundamentally a female world, ruled by men, but said men were more or less, ruled by women (in one way or another, i.e.: The Bene Gesserit, Lady Jessica, Alia, Ghanima, Chani), and so there was a balance of sorts that resembled reality in a more believable way. Seriously my feminism’s been beaten black and blue.
 
That out of my system, I can go elsewhere and do something else, with absolute peace of mind  :D
 

And yeah, coffee continues to rock loudly!!!!

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