Variations on the same theme

Is it part of Murphy's Law that the coffee machine will inevitably be out of order on the days I most need caffeine?

Snagged from transtempts:

Reply with a character or pairing I'm familiar with and I'll write a few sentences of fic.

So there was a fire at the bar tonight.

Except way less dramatic than I just made it sound. Some water was spilled over a socket, and dripped down to the main fuses, and it caught on fire. It was immediately put out, no worries there. Still, the electricity was completely cut off, the whole electric installation was shot to hell, and of course we had to ask everybody to get out of the bar.

Which clearly means, to most people, PLEASE LEAVE WITHOUT PAYING WE DON'T MIND NO NO NOT AT ALL. One of my tables stuck around, and I think it's because they weren't sure what was going on.

I hate people, tonight.

We had to do the dishes with cold water, in vats, on the floor. Each waitress had at least 100 euros missing. We're just hoping they won't take that back from our salary because this was seriously not our fault.

In other news, was that what everybody was dying to see happen in Heroes or what? (I'm talking strictly Petrelliwise.) Yes, I cried. Surpriiise.

Sometimes, I want to let the Midnighter out on some very specific people.

Right now is one of these times.

I am so. Sorry. For all of you that are stranded out there. I'd send many hugs, but like that would help any. Hell, I'll send them anyway. *sends hugs*

Fuck, why is there so much hatred in the world again? khohen1 linked to this vid, and I expected to rejoice in seeing a reporter (let alone a Fox News reporter!) tear into one of those fucking anti-gay protesters. I truly did. These people that go protest at funerals? As low as you can get. And that they would do this in the name of god? Fuck, I don't believe in god, but I was raised a Catholic and I know the bible and I know that hatred is not what it's about. I expected to rejoice in seeing this vid, and remember that there is still some good in the world. Instead I can only focus on that woman's hatred, that glint in her eyes, and it makes me want to cry. How can we fight such hatred? Right. I'm off to teach The Little Fucker.

This is our civilisation's unhealthy refusal of death at its best. How many testimonies have I heard on the news this last couple of days, of people who by their own admission can't accept it? Regardless of what I think of John Paul II's bloody stupid policies (not thinking of condoms, not thinking of condoms), I think that it's high time to let go, people. What is it with your obsession with pushing death further and further away? Death is something to be accepted and embraced. I've lost some people, not all of them old. One especially was a very dear friend of mine, she was 18 and she did an aneurism (sp?). It made no sense and I wish I could have made it be untrue, but I didn't refuse to believe it. Death is part of life and denying it is the worst way to deal.

Now I really wish John Paul II would just die, so that we stopped with the endless reports. The cynic part of me is mildly impressed that they haven't already showed a report about the candidates for his succession.

greenie_breizh just pointed out how ironic it was that he's dying on the weekend of Sidaction (action against AIDS).

And why are they all making such a fuss about it? All those wakes-in-advance? Nobody spares a thought for the thousands of other deaths all the time (not just a few of which are his damned fault, due to his condom policy), and here one guy who has clearly lived his allotted time (and then some?) is finally going to die and everybody prays to "accompany" him to the other world. Isn't he supposed to be a holy man, according to their religion? Why would he need to be accompanied? Isn't this god of love and peace going to welcome him perfectly well anyway? And yet everybody prays for him, and nobody spares a thought for those who could actually use a prayer or two.

I've been raised a Catholic. Hey, I was even blessed by the Pope once. I still remember it, it was a bit crazy. People were so crazed about it all, as if he were some rock star or something. He was just an old priest to me, he had nothing extraordinary. Now I respect people who are Catholic (my parents are, my whole family on my mother's side so is, sometimes to a fault), and those who view the Pope as some sort of paternal figure, super-holy man or what-not. It's just not my case. I just see a priest with far too much media attention, and I see some crucial flaws of our civilisation reflected in the media hype. Namely, our inability to deal with death.

Now, I do apologise for this rant. It just needed to get out, what with the news not speaking about anything else.

... don't wanna be working. Argh. Trip went all right. Being back at school is hell, though, apart from seeing some people again which is of the nice. But I miss having a certain someone in my bed.

Watched a few things I had taped over the holidays - a Sherlock Holmes with Rupert Everett, first. I really enjoy that actor. And the actor who played the murderer, whoever he is. He was... interesting.

*stares, aghast, at the computer* They banned IMDb!!! What is wrong with them? *hesitates between raging or sighing forlornly* This is getting more and more ridiculous. Seriously. I feel like going up to the IT guys, grabbing their collars and shaking some bloody sense into them.

*takes a deep breath and moves on swiftly to the next topic* And, also, Desperados. At last. Boy, can Rodriguez shoot Antonio Banderas just the right way or what? Lots of actors I like + shameless lusting after Antonio (and, for the first time ever, after Salma Hayek - she really isn't my style though) + Rodriguez goodness all around = a happy Fan'. A happy Fan' that really wants to see Once Upon a Time in Mexico - was it any good? I didn't want to see it before I saw the first. Now I really can't wait to meet Agent Sands.

Also, the Astronaut's Wife, with Johnny Depp and Charlize Theron and Clea Duvall? Three names, three reasons that should be enough to make me watch it (Johnny and Clea more than Charlize, granted). But it was so... very... boring. I just couldn't fake interest. Blah.

Finally - Boomtown. It's a real shame, but it seems that the second season is really much less good than the first one. With each new episode I see, I feel less horrified at the unfairness of its cancellation. It's just not as well-written. The power of Boomtown stemmed from its narrative, the way the story was pieced together with all those different viewpoints. Its strength came from the multiplicity of viewpoints. Now they tend to focus more on one character in each episode and it's a damned shame - they did that before, but all through everybody's eyes. Now they just have far too much of a couple characters' viewpoints, imho. It seems to be getting more conventional, and not in a good way, and maybe I'm just watching all the wrong episodes but the character of David McNorris seems to have lost all his interest, and I adored him something fierce. (And they write him poorly - yes, I'm sure he'd give Tom a lecture on guilt in the middle of the police station. Not.) But I still love Joel very madly. *sends love to Donnie Wahlberg*

Alright, so updating my LJ from my freesbee address is a bad idea. I'm making a
note of that. To add to the following entry-that-should-have-made-it-on-Friday,
let me just add that the weekend went great. I had Jo on the phone, Fred came
over, and all sorts of goodness were had. On a less happy note, the Warrington
Borough Council's inability to pay us on time made Etienne and me lose 40
bloody pounds. How frelling fair is that? At least we got paid. Okay, now with
the entry:

Alright, so all of you who had been writing to me on my free address? Stop.
There's no point. Or very little chance that there is a point. The bloody
filters have been upgraded and I can now get to about 10% of the e-mail I get
on the free addie, and that's me being optimistic here. So if you can write to
me on freesbee instead? The address is the same as my wanadoo, except it's at
freesbee dot fr

I'm getting more and more frustrated with each passing day here, those filters
are getting ridiculous. I hate that we're on the same level as the pupils for
the computers and that we don't have access to more things. *sigh* Yesterday I
tried to check the site of an organisation against racism because that's one of
the topics the kids are working on, and it was banned! Can I know exactly what
was offensive in a site promoting the end of hate?

*takes a deep breath* On the writing front, my muses are still being fiddle
right now, so I gave a look to my Icelandic story and my Fab story. I should
force them back onto the Firefly crossover, the Alias fic or the Gaia episode,
really. (Update: this weekend saw me writing the whole of section 3 (out of 5)
of the Steve ep.)

On the real life front, I came out to Marlene, our landlady. I thought she'd got
it 'cause I often said "my girlfriend", but she hadn't. So there. She was
awesome about it. We had a little chat and it was all manners of nice. Yay!
Makes me feel so good. I felt like hugging someone after that last night, and I
had no one to. The funny part is, the_swordman (and let's hope i got
the tag right this time...), guess what? She thought you and I were an item. By
the way, do you want to maybe come over tomorrow? I'll give you a ring tonight.
I miss ya.

Finally, let me say that I feel very left out. Joey gets to read applications
for when we open up our couple and I don't? Where's the love? Where are the
pledges of lust eternal and sexual fulfillment for ever after, really?

Don't pay attention to me ranting. This internet thing's just bearing down on
me, it's such an ordeal to manage to read greenie_breizh's e-mails.
Joss, mate, it's already hard enough to be a sea apart with only e-mails and a
few phone calls. Can we not take the e-mails away? Cheers.