Archive for July, 2007
Remember that we had to cancel our Ireland holidays due to vet bills?
Not nice, but there was still London. Raiding my favourite bookshop again, going to the Maritime Museum, accompanying Miss C. to the Star Wars exhibition and, last but not least, seeing Bloomsy on stage. Yes, folks might have rolled their eyes, but I don’t care. I’ve been looking so much forward to this trip. You have no idea how much I miss the simple pleasure of sitting in a pub and having a couple of Woodpecker’s.
So, I should be here now and packing my suitcase. But as you can see, I’m typing this message instead. And why? Well, have a wild guess who dislocated/strained/overstretched/whateverthefucked her back while moving the studio last Friday, is in pain (no, make that P A I N!!!) and will go to bed now after taking one of those bloody pills that make you feel like your head was floating around the chandelier?
68 extra points for you as reward for guessing correctly.
And no bookshops, no museum and, yes, that depresses me the most, no Bloomsy for me. Trip cancelled.
Pardon my French, but – FUCK.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying that he is the original Norrington, but considering the preference of the POTC scriptwriters for pictures over text…
Ladies and gentlemen, please give a rattling applause to
“(…) Capt. Hugh “Seafoam” McDuck was born around 1710. He grew wealthy sailing his “Golden Goose” on the trade route to the West Indies! But in 1753 one Swindle McSue tricked him into a contract to deliver some horse radish to Jamaica – then scuttled the “Goose”! Seafoam forfeited the McDuck home and belongings to McSue, and escaped with only the heirloom watch in his pocket, and the golden dentures in his mouth!
According to Don Rosa, “Seafoam” died in 1776, perhaps in the Anglo-American war.(…)”
So, you get a duck with cravat and pigtail. Or rather, ducktail!
Edited to add:
Some very kind person (thanks so, so much, you’re great.) sent me the following as a little cheer-up because I had to cancel my Ireland-holidays.
The little book is fantastic, and the illustration are amazing. Beside the mandatory chapters on leprechauns and banshees, there are many fairies listed that I’ve never heard of. Very interesting read, I can only recommend it!
Now, one of the chapters caught my attention, and I thought: hm. That could make for a good story.
“No other being in the Irish fairy world is more mysterious or sinister than the Grey Man. The origins are uncertain, but he is known by a variety of names. In the most westerly parts of Ireland, in Galway, Sligo and Kerry, he is known by the anglicised name of Old Boneless.
In Waterford and Wexford, he is regarded as little more than a hazy and ragged shadow, moving against the sun and trailing mist in his wake. In Kerry and Clare, he is a being of man-size proportions wrapped in a grey cloak made out of wreathing og which he continually swirls about him. In Antrim and Down, he is a cloudy, cowled giant, robed like a monk in misty garments and glimpsed far out at sea or above distant mountains.
Being a creature of mist and fog, the Grey Man sustains himself on the smoke from the chimney of houses. For this reason, he is one of the few fairies that will venture close to large towns or cities, where he can be just as troublesome as in the country or the scattered communities along the seashore. You know when he passes, for his cloak smells musty and unpleasant, heavy with the smell of woodsmoke and peat, and he leaves a cold, clammy air in his wake.
The Grey man delights in the loss of human life and may use his misty cloak to deadly effect. For example, he may obscure rocks along the coast so that passing ships will smash into them; or he may obscure a road so that a traveller becomes lost or plunges to his death over a dangerous precipice.
This fairy lacks the gift of speech and ignores the supplications of lost mariners and wayfarers. However, the phrase “God bless you!” appears to exert some power over him and may drive him away, at least for a while. A crucifix or holy medal, especially one which has been blessed by a bishop, may have a similar effect, but it should be remembered that such artefacts will not hold him at bay for very long. After this he will return, more virulent than ever.
This did not prevent mariners long ago from setting medals into the prows of their boats, or country folk from leaving crucifixes among their turf piles to ward away evil. These were common practices until quite recently in certain rural areas.”
This might be of special interest for those of you who write Irish!Gillette.
“(…) Mind you, one brave soul probably took things too far when he used his own just-cut-off arm to beat into silence a Frenchman complaining when he was being treated for a musketball wound. (…)”
Eh – yes. What did I want to say… this website offers very useful information on
Treatment of Wounds
Evacuation of the Wounded
Amputation Instruments and Chart
Causes of death in British Army hospitals 1812-1814
Including a “How to amputate a leg in under 20 seconds”-chart. Interesting for those of you who’d like to give their battle scenes more historical accuracy
or those with a wee bit of a morbid streak.
Warnings: thar shall be ouchies.
Not quite as scary, but a rather accurate description (though it looks more like a hangover to me – I know my face looks like that when I can get my hands on Bombay Sapphire!):
T-shirts – ok. Mugs. Fine. Busts – if you have to.
I’m all for the collectible Collingwood tea-pot warmer, though.
It was my day off work today, but I’ve been busy like a blue-arsed fly since 7am. Because today the fantastic 40ies/50ies desk I’ve bought at the local thrift store has been delivered, yayness!
A lot of work was involved, I had to rearrange all furniture, throw half of it out and sort through tons of books, documents and disks, clean the desk, repair it, polish it – and all this with the help of two cats who had their paws and tails in everything. You’ll see later on.
It was hellish, but so worth it! And because I’m a home-improvement enthusiast and specialist in “make the most of your budget, especially if you’re broke”, I thought I’ll show you what it looks like now. That’s where my Gillington comes from!
I fell in love with it right away, and the typewriter was a sign from the gods! I knew I’d had a lot of cleaning, polishing and repairing to do, but that’s half of the fun, isn’t it?
My baby has arrived! Carried up the stairs by two really friendly gentlemen, of whom one looked like Woody Harrelson. Odd thing, that.
See that red thingy on the wall? That’s the red hard-foam plate I used as a board for my notes. I didn’t throw it away – “reusage” is the word if you’re working on a budget!
First I had a lot (A LOT! AS IN – HOURS!) of cleaning to do. Fifty year old dirt can be stubborn. I used soapsuds – never go after dirt on old furniture with household cleaners! Household cleaners make old furniture cry. I let it dry first, then sandpapered nicks in the wood to avoid getting splinters in my fingers. I’m the splinter specialist. I always get them.
Once that was done, I treated the wood with olive oil and bee’s wax. As computers were not used back in ye olden days, I cut an opening in the backboard for the cables of printer, scanner etc. As you can see on the very first picture, the backboard was very ugly, with holes and some odd white thingy which was probably used to hold a roll of household paper. There was no point in repairing it, so I customised the red hard-foam plate as a new backboard. Not only does this match the rest of my living room/study furniture, it also nicely hides the sharp edges of the wood.
And of COURSE Max had to claim the desk for himself. Cheeky git! Cleaning the mirror and the glass shelves and doors was a pest – there was some sticky, oily thingy smeared on them, and it took ages to clean it off. There are some scratches in the glass, but they are barely noticeable. So that’s what my little beauty looked like once I was (almost) finished:
Tom Gillette, Admiral Nelson and Old Cuddy seem to like their new home.
The antique apothecary bottles are for candy (anybody surprised here? No? Heh!) The spider is made of glass – hand-made – and a present from Miss C. which she brought along for me from her latest visit to a glassworks in Thuringia. It’s amazing, I’ll have to take some pictures later on. Then there are the books I need for my original writing and for my fanfic. Plus some DVDs.
Norrington is aiming his pistol at Davy Jones, by the way, not at Will. Of course not! Will only tries to figure out why on earth they made him look like Angel from the Buffy series, not like Bloomsy. Meanwhile, mini!Norrington and mini!Will are flirting. Why is there no Gillette action figure, darn it?
Getting those friggin’ glass doors back into their place was Not. Fun. I couldn’t use too much force or I’d broken them, but there’s no problem bee’s wax couldn’t solve! Last touch was fixing the lamp. The thingy dangling from it is James the frog – he’s a christmas ornament, dressed in a fantasy 18th century navy uniform. Also, he has a pigtail. Don’t ask. I’ll replace the lamp soon with a 1940ies one, but for now, that will do.
It was hard work, and I’ll fall into bed like a stone, but it was SO worth it!
For , who asked, in her reply to THIS MEME, if I could share my mugs – yes, she recognised me as a fellow mug-aficionado!
I have tons of mugs; once they break, I use them as pots for my cactuses (cactei? Cactusi?)
Here some of my favourite ones:
You can still reply to the meme, by the way. I’m sitting here in the middle of boxes and papers; tomorrow my brand new ancient 40ies desk will be delivered and my living room / study is one big mess. I’m sitting on a pile of books typing this.
You knew this had to come… even more naval naughtiness, including Emma Lady Hamilton, horny mermaids, an interesting view on launching boats and something I’d call “WTF?” – have fun!
All drawings were done by Thomas Rowlandson (regulars of my LJ will remember him with great fondness for… Nelson’s pipe. Like, totally the pipe).
I have no words. And no idea what on earth the artist had been smoking when he sat down to draw this thingy. Whatever it was – steer clear of it, ladies and gentlemen, it must have been evil!