Starrylizard and her rambling ways

FIC: Mother Hen’s Bootcamp (911, gen, mild h/c, Buck and Hen)

starrylizard — Mon, 20 Apr 2020 02:59:42 GMT

Title: Mother Hen’s Bootcamp

Fandom: 9.1.1.

Words: 1180

tags: mild h/c, gen, general audience, Buck and Hen, Firefam

Summary: He felt his foot go out from under him, there was a brief intense pain and then time slowed down as he was falling toward concrete unable to stop himself.

Link to fic: archiveofourown.org/works/23730955

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Personal H/C bingo card - because boredom

starrylizard — Sat, 28 Mar 2020 03:57:15 GMT

Make your own here (but I kinda just made my own)

interrogation (MacGyver, gen)	natural disasters	drugged (Macgyver, gen)	falling (911, gen)	exhaustion
deadline / time bomb (Macgyver, gen)	escape (MacGyver, gen)	insomnia	hallucinations	explosion (MacGyver, gen)
nightmares	grief	FREE SPACE	burns	minor illness
fire	hostages	fever / delirium	hunger / starvation	group support (MacGyver, Gen)
family (MacGyver, gen)	blood loss (MacGyver, Gen)	fighting	headaches / migraines	comfort food or item

Hello LJ

starrylizard — Mon, 28 May 2018 06:20:31 GMT

I'm still alive. Just not really hanging out here so much these days.
I hope everyone still here is well and happy and fandom-ing nicely with each other. *hugs*

Vid: Bloody City || The Exorcist

starrylizard — Tue, 23 Jan 2018 09:39:23 GMT

OMG! I actually made a new Fanvid... O_O

Fandom: The Exorcist

Characters: Marcus, Tomas, various S1 characters

Song: Bloody City by Sam Tinnesz

Vidder: Starrylizard

Tumblr || Youtube || Twitter || AO3

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Phases

starrylizard — Wed, 03 Jan 2018 23:09:09 GMT

Does anyone else feel like life is lived in phases divided by epiphanies? And the epiphany always comes out of the blue. But it creeps up on you too. It's wonderful and scary and built upon many smaller revelations that have you suddenly reaching for understanding, but not quite getting there all at once. And whenever this happens you don't have the words to explain it... at least not at first. Because you're between phases... like a cocooned butterfly, still incubating, not yet able to open your wings. Because to escape the cocoon, you need to figure out the little revelations, put them all together, accept what it all means and then figure out how to act on it. Because when you start to realise it, you know you need to act somehow, but how? That's the hardest bit. When you start to get it, and you'd like to talk about it, work it all through... but there's no point trying to explain it to most friends or family, because they are still in the old phase - expecting the same you. Does that happen to anyone else?
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My Art: Into battle (The Exorcist)

starrylizard — Sun, 31 Dec 2017 03:47:15 GMT

I am just learning to paint, but had some silly fun trying to paint our favourite exorcists going into battle. It’s “abstract” and I’m sticking to that excuse. Acrylic paint on canvas board, pallet knife and brush. (Background based on a Painting with Jane tutorial.)

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Gal-mance?

starrylizard — Fri, 01 Dec 2017 11:44:59 GMT

What is the female equivalent of a bro-mance?

Or is the assumption that women are considered to be naturally good at close non-romantic friendships and therefore a term is not required? *sadness*

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FANFIC: Bubbles from Heaven: The Exorcist (TV)

starrylizard — Fri, 24 Nov 2017 14:07:40 GMT

Title: Bubbles from Heaven

Author: Starrylizard

Fandom: The Exorcist (TV)

Rating: Gen, PG, Kid!fic, fluffy h/c

Characters: Marcus , Tomas and an OMC

Word Count: ~1445

Summary: Marcus tells Tomas a story. Set after the events of 2x3

Notes: No spoilers as I don’t know any. Thank you to leoraine for encouragement and beta bits. Any mistakes are totally mine. Constructive criticism, comments, discussion all welcome.

LINKS: FF.net | A03 | DW | LJ

After the events in Seattle with Harper and her mother, they left their details with Rose, and checked themselves into an apartment hotel. It was small and old, but also clean and homey. Tomas thought, in the scheme of places they’d slept in over the last six months, this might actually be his favourite.

He showered, single-use shower cap covering the new wound on his head to keep it dry like the doctor suggested. Now and again the room wobbled and his knees felt weak and only the close-pressed walls held him up. Concussion, the doctor had said. Tomas knew it could have been so much worse. It could have been so much worse in a lot of other ways too.

He must have been in the bathroom for too long, because when he emerged – steam chasing out from behind him into the main room – Marcus looked worried. Serious blue eyes followed his slow progress to the table in the kitchen.

Now that he’d showered, his adrenaline was all spent. His limbs felt like abstract objects made of rubber instead of flesh and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep.

“You alright? I made some food, plain rice… if you can stomach it,” was all Marcus said.

He spoke quietly, like he knew exactly what it felt like to have pain bouncing around every part of your head all at once. Tomas thought sadly, that he probably did. Nevertheless, Tomas felt his stomach recoil at the idea and he sighed heavily.

“I think I just need sleep. Though I’m not sure if I’ll manage any.”

“Then let’s get you into bed before you faceplant on the counter.”

Marcus held out his hands and Tomas accepted the help, finding himself pulled to his feet and gently guided toward the nearest bed. Tomas noticed the covers had already been folded down and there was a bucket in place by the side table. He’d never been more thankful for small mercies. Marcus swept the covers up to Tomas’ chin and turned down the lights.

“I’ll wake you in two hours like the doctor ordered,” he said.

Tomas caught his arm almost on instinct. He suddenly wasn’t so sure he wanted to be left to his own inner demons.

“Problem?” Marcus asked.

“Could you…” Tomas sighed and let go his grip, feeling a little foolish.

“What is it, don’t leave me in suspense.”

“It’s been a long day. There’s so many thoughts, so much sadness running around in my mind… that I…” Tomas let the sentence run dry, not quite sure what he was asking.

“You want a distraction.”

Tomas nodded sending the room spinning lazily around him for a moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his body to stillness. Marcus squeezed his shoulder gently, and Tomas found it grounded him enough to open his eyes.

“Yes, a distraction. Tell me a story. Something good. A childhood friend or… something…”

“Distracting and good, okay.” Marcus seemed to think for a moment. Then he sat back on the second bed and started to spin his tale in a quiet voice that was not made for interruption.

Tomas slid deeper under the covers, closed his eyes and listened.

“You know about the church taking me in, so to speak. Well, I wasn’t the only boy there. I’m not sure how we were chosen, but we all came from different orphanages, group homes and sad circumstances. But there was this one boy. He arrived sometime after me, which may account for why we fell into friendship as I was a bit of a loner, but I think maybe we each had an individual strangeness the other lads immediately steered clear of.

“He was maybe a year younger than me and a tiny slip of a kid. As if, whoever had raised him to the point of sale to the church had fed him only enough to keep him alive and no amount of food was going to make up for it. His name was Ben I think, but we called him Robin after the tiny birds that landed on our windowsills. He was light as a feather, the other kids teased, so Robin it was.

“Thing is, where I was all about staying out of trouble by that point - the group home and then Father Sean had moulded me into something compliant – it was as if Robin had no sense of preservation left whatsoever. He also had this wicked sense of humour. Where I’d learnt practical jokes as survival skills, he really found the humour in them and boy could he laugh. You’d hear that laugh bouncing off the stone and just know trouble was brewing. It was all I could do to keep him from getting himself killed, but in the process… well in the process we had some real fun.”

Tomas cracked his eyelids a little. Marcus was leaning back still, one knee up and a rosary twisting carefully in his fingers. His eyes held a sparkle, his mouth quirked into a smile that Tomas knew too well and yet rarely saw.

“We both eventually passed the test and at that point we were untouchable in the eyes of the other boys.

“So, this one time, Robin somehow learnt that there’d been a batch of kids toys delivered to the buildings where we were living. You know how nice families will gather together toys to leave at an orphanage or whatever? Well, like that. But the Priest in charge saw them mainly as a distraction. He’d pulled out anything useful – pens and books and food – and the rest was left to gather dust in a back room until it could be disposed of. But he forgot about little old Robin.

“Robin shows up with these bubble blowers that he’d liberated from that bag. God only knows how he found out about the bag of goodies, let alone managed to sneak in to steal out of it, but however he did it, there he was. It was the middle of the night and he appeared at my bedside, grinning stupidly through crooked teeth and gesturing for me to come with him quietly. Of course, I went. I told myself I was keeping Robin safe as usual, but truthfully, I could never resist one of his pranks and I just had to know what this one was about.

“There was an exorcism scheduled that night. Robin took us on a chase through the old brick building, up into a room above the old dungeon of a place they kept the possessed chained up in. We’re peering down through the grate at this poor possessed sod as he spits and curses and rattles the chains. And Robin pulls out a bottle of holy water and mixes it right into the bubble solution.

“Then he took one, handed me the other and leaned into the vent and blew and blew. The bubbles were something beautiful. I was mesmerised for a minute and then some of them started to land on the man below. The demon bellowed and cursed at us as we rained beautiful soapy holy water down on him. Each bubble landed with a sizzle and hiss. And as the bubbles rained down, we took it in turn to rain down an exorcism while we were at it. Bible verses flying from us in repetitious glory just as we’d been trained to do for years. It was the most beautifully crazy thing I’d ever seen or done and yet we kept going.

Bubbles and Christ’s power and two stupid kids with too much knowledge and not enough fear.”

Marcus paused and Tomas opened his eyes fully and this time openly stared up at Marcus.

“Did it work?”

Marcus laughed. “Yeah, it did,” he said. He sniffed back a happy tear. “It bloody did. By the time the real priest arrived to perform the exorcism, there was nothing but a soap slick on the floor and a thankful man speaking haltingly about the beautiful bubbles raining down from heaven that saved him.”

Tomas grinned to himself, unsure if the story were true or not, but finding he genuinely wanted to believe it was, which was all that mattered. “Thank you for the story,” he murmured.

“Sleep Tomas,” Marcus ordered. He stayed as he was, still contemplating the rosary in silence.

“Marcus?”

“Hmm?”

“What happened to Robin?” Tomas whispered.

“That’s a story for another time,” came the quiet reply.

“Why is that?”

“It isn’t a good one, I’m afraid.”

“Marcus?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Sleep Tomas.”

And so, he did. Drifting off on a dream filled with the holiest of bubbles.

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FANFIC: Fever Dreams: The Exorcist (TV)

starrylizard — Sat, 18 Nov 2017 04:41:41 GMT

Title: Fever Dreams

Author: Starrylizard

Fandom: The Exorcist (TV)

Rating: Gen, PG

Characters: Marcus and Tomas

Word Count: ~1730

Summary: Tomas is worn thin and falls ill. Luckily, Marcus is around. No specified time, but I imagine it takes pace in the missing 6 months between season 1 and 2.

Notes: No spoilers as I don’t know any. Thank you to leoraine and lark_ascends for encouragement and beta bits. Any mistakes are totally mine. Constructive criticism, comments, discussion all welcome.

Also available on Fanfiction.net and A03.

When it was all over, a demon was dispelled and a family left to pick up the pieces. When it was all over, they left. Quietly. No fanfare. They stumbled out into the midday sun, blinking in the unexpected brightness. Tomas leaned on Marcus for a moment as if the weight of it all was too much to bear.

“You alright, Tomas?”

Tomas grunted in a non-committal way. He looked up just long enough to make eye contact. His eyes were tired, red-rimmed, haunted.

“It doesn’t feel like a victory,” he said and looked away.

“It rarely does,” Marcus replied.

They made it to the pick-up in silence. Marcus watched Tomas carefully, lending a hand to push him up into the passenger side. The door creaked shut and he walked to the driver side. By the time the engine growled to life, Tomas was slumped against the passenger door in a pretence of sleep. His head was pressed tightly against the cool window and it gave Marcus comfort to see the glass fogging up with each breath.

How long had it been since he’d slept? Since either of them had, but Tomas most of all. His visions, late-night reconnaissance, and anxious fears had kept him from sleep long before this latest exorcism.

They didn’t have any new leads. There was currently only silence from their contacts in the church and it left them cut off from the Vatican. He decided to just put a little distance between the events of the last week, find a motel, and sleep. They could figure out the rest from there.

He thought Tomas just needed some time to process, and even more time to sleep, but as the pick-up trundled onward toward the night, Tomas had remained out for the count and Marcus’ worry grew exponentially. Tomas was usually the one who wanted to talk, debrief and confess after each exorcism. He’d grown used to being the younger man’s sounding board. His silence this time was odd, but watching Tomas twitch and mumble in his sleep made him edgy.

“No, no, no,” Tomas whispered, shifting closer to the window with a soft moan.

Marcus, reached out, placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a squeeze, pleased when Tomas relaxed some and his breathing settling back down into a deeper version of sleep.

They’d need to stop soon. Marcus could feel his back cramping just looking at Tomas sliding down to curl lower into the seat. The next motel on this road would be the lucky recipient of two worn out exorcists.

*****

“Time to rise and shine.”

Tomas shifted in his sleep, sliding on the seat. He felt hot and cold all at once and his throat was scratchy, his skin too tight, but it wasn’t enough to make him want to open his eyes and acknowledge the annoyingly familiar voice in his ear.

A cold hand pressed his forehead and he shivered, backing away on instinct, eyes suddenly wide.

“Hey, hey. Tomas, it’s just me.” Marcus held his hands up in a placating gesture. The sort you would use when a skittish animal was about to bolt. “I’ve got us a room with twin beds, a tv of some sort and a shower. Our own piece of paradise if you just walk through the door.”

Tomas stared blankly at Marcus, making sense of the words in his fuzzy head. His brow creased with confusion.

“You with me?” Marcus asked. Tomas sensed the worried edge to the question and realised he hadn’t answered yet.

“Marcus, yes. Of course.”

“Right then. Let’s get you inside.”

Tomas blinked tired eyes, getting the message this time, but a little unsure how to will his body into action. He began to force his heavy limbs into some sort of motion and Marcus seemed to do the rest, manhandling him out of the pick-up and hoisting him up under one armpit.

“We need to start feeding you less if I’m going to be carrying your highness around from now on.”

Tomas grinned, then coughed and slumped down on the bed nearest the door with a sigh.

“As one of my older parishioners used to say, I think I have the dreaded lurgy, Marcus.”

“You also have a knack for stating the bleedin’ obvious, you know. Get comfy and I’ll go get us some food.”

*****

Marcus returned to the motel, grocery bags in each hand as he fumbled with the overly large key fob. With Tomas apparently unwell and no specific destination in mind, he’d got enough supplies for a few days; figured they’d settle in for a bit while they figured out their next move.

As the door cracked open though, he got an immediate sense that things weren’t quite right. A mumbling came from the shifting lump that was Tomas occupying the nearest bed.

“Tomas?”

“The power of Christ compels you,” Tomas mumbled.

Marcus flicked on the light.

“Tomas, you alright?” He left the bags on the floor and made his way to the bedside. “Tomas?”

Tomas rolled toward the light. “The power of Christ,” he mumbled louder. “The power of Christ compels you.” The last came out as a gasp as Tomas’ eyes opened revealing white filmy lenses.

“Tomas. Hey, wake up Tomas. Come back.” Marcus reached for the younger man’s shoulders, then wrenched Tomas towards him by his shirt front. “Come back!” he roared with the authority only an exorcist could muster, anger and fear taking form in his words.

Tomas stuttered in his mumbling, then blinked rapidly. The white film receded from his eyes like smoke in the wind leaving only confused brown eyes staring up at Marcus’ concerned face.

“Marcus? Marcus, they’re in danger. Marcus, we need to go… we need to…” Tomas coughed, and clawed at Marcus’ shirt front. He simultaneously tried to pull away. “We need to.”

“Hey, we need to nothing. You’re sick we’re staying here for now, okay.” Marcus allowed his hands to unclench from Tomas’ shirt almost sheepishly, but let one hand linger on the sweat-soaked fabric before pulling away entirely as Tomas also released Marcus’ shirt. “We’re staying here.”

Marcus carefully didn’t ask what Tomas had seen. He wasn’t sure he could resist the temptation of the chase, especially with no direction from the church to guide them. But Tomas wasn’t in any state to fight demons and he shuddered to think whether that weakness was being exploited by someone or something right now.

“We’re staying right here. Sleep, okay.”

Tomas looked as if he were about to fight, but lost the battle with his heavy eyelids before he could really start anything. “We need to help them, Marcus. We need to…”

“Get some rest, Tomas.”

*****

It’s okay to have doubt. It’s okay to have questions. When God gives you a job to do... There once was a cat with feet made of cloth and upside-down eyes… you have to drop everything… It hurts… Shame is a weapon; the demon will use it... You’re being manipulated by forces you can’t even begin to understand… and just start walking.

Tomas awoke with a start, gasping for air and opened his eyes to darkness thick enough that for a moment he wondered if his eyes were open at all.

A small bedside light flicked on nearby. Dim, yet blinding, and somehow terribly comforting as it chased away the nightmare. It left only after images and a sense of dread.

“You okay?”

“Yes, just a bad dream, I think.” Tomas found his voice came out as a croak; he swallowed and that hurt too.

He’d been dreaming, remembering some of the events of last year, like a skipping montage in nightmare form.

“Yeah. Another nightmare.”

“Another one?”

A hand reached up and gave him a solid pat. It was only then Tomas realised the voice had come from right beside him. Marcus was sitting, propped up against the side table next to his bed. From the groan he made as he pushed himself up, he’d probably been there for a while too. Marcus stretched and stood, a concerned look heightening the creases around his face in the dim light.

“Yeah another one. You don’t remember? I’m not surprised really, you’ve been pretty out of it. What was it this time?”

“Nothing really, just bits and pieces. Memories of our meeting, the visions that brought me to you.”

Marcus shrugged. “It always comes back to the visions.”

“Sorry?” Sometimes talking to Marcus could be like listening to one side of a conversation. He missed out important details.

“The nightmares. When you care to explain them, they always come down to your visions.”

Tomas coughed, but managed to control it. He sat up, noting how tired he felt, his arms shaking to support his weight as he pushed himself up.

“How long have we been here, Marcus?”

“Long enough. I made some food if you can stomach it. It’s all microwaved, but better than vending machine junk at least.” He moved to the small table in the room and picked up a bowl, offering it to Tomas.

Tomas accepted the bowl, microwave chicken soup, with a small nod of thanks. He was suddenly ravenous. He bowed his head to say a quiet Grace.

“God bless this microwave soup and the messed-up blokes eating it, amen.”

Tomas looked up at the words to note Marcus had also picked up a bowl for himself. He grinned and gave a wink as he slurped down a large spoonful.

Tomas snorted gently, trying not to choke on the first mouthful, but finally He swallowed it down. "Don't be blasphemous, Marcus," he chided, but couldn't hide his own grin.

“Marcus?”

“Yeah?”

Marcus gave him a look that said he’d definitely noted the more tentative, yet serious tone of Tomas’ voice.

“I don’t know why, but I have these other images in my head. I think… I have this feeling - I know where we need to go next.”

“I thought you might,” Marcus replied. A sad but resigned look crossed his face as he deliberately concentrated on the soup rather than make eye contact. “How about food and shower first, though. Then we’ll talk next moves.”

Tomas sipped his own soup thoughtfully, surprised by the other man’s lack of questions, but too tired to complain. Instead he looked until he caught Marcus’ eyes and smiled tiredly.

“Thank you.”

**END**

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Sometimes song lyrics say it all

starrylizard — Mon, 13 Nov 2017 08:10:28 GMT

I've always been a huge fan of Linkin Park. The lyrics have quite often articulated feelings I didn't know how to or even know I wanted to, and helped me realise I'm not alone in feeling that way. Chester leaving this Earth recently... it hit me so hard. I cry over some of the same lyrics now, knowing he helped me so much by putting his heart and mind out there and yet in the end he couldn't save himself. Heavy is my song right now. The first verse is essentially my life right now. It is getting better though. Love you Chester. xx
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The Exorcist 2x6

starrylizard — Mon, 13 Nov 2017 07:52:44 GMT

I really wish this show was on Netflix. Week by week is too much. I must know what happens. The suspense. Ahhh!

Seriously though, Tomas and Marcus are such a good partnership. Marcus has all these wonderful protective qualities and Tomas is so innocent and both of them have fabulous accents, sexy priest vibes (yes I said it) and the ability to pull off full on crazy exorcist scenes with poise. It's basically all the shit I loved about Supernatural back in the first few seasons. In fact my brain would love to write crossovers with various SPN characters just passing through their lives. Ha!

Oh boy do I need the next episode now though. Breathe.

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Writing?

starrylizard — Sun, 05 Nov 2017 04:23:43 GMT

Hi guys,
Seems the Wrisomifu @ LJ community (Write something you miserable fuck) may be no more. What is everyone involved in for this November? I'm a bit late tot he game, but I have an urge to write, so may as well join in and cheer some people on while I'm at it. :)

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What's new (on TV)?

starrylizard — Sat, 21 Oct 2017 06:59:07 GMT

What new season shows are people getting in to? Or are still into I guess?

I notice there are a lot of new shows coming out, but very few have caught my fancy, so I'm just curious. Help me weed out the bad stuff and find a few flowery gems instead. ;)

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Vidrec: The Outsiders: The Expanse

starrylizard — Fri, 13 Oct 2017 23:18:20 GMT

OMG! There's The Expanse fanvids and good ones at that! SQUEEEEE! You all gotta watch The Outsiders by Violace.
linky over at A03

Seriously, if you aren't watching this awesome show yet, you'll get all the feels and be compelled to after watching this!!

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starrylizard — Fri, 13 Oct 2017 11:08:13 GMT

There is no "The Exorcist (TV)" community on LJ or DW. How is that possible? *sad face*

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A little icon help?

starrylizard — Thu, 08 Jun 2017 09:04:31 GMT

I have a "large package" (haha!) of userpics at the moment, which will expire shortly. I am thinking I may ditch the paid account as I don't really use it as much as I used to and it costs a bomb these days, so does anyone know how that works with the userpics? I think that the ones I got for having a paid account remain even if I stop paying... yeah? In which case, how do I know how many userpic spaces I'll have left? I shall attempt to cull them prior to the "large package" running out.

Thanks
SL

Also... we can now use hashtags? Huh.

LJ 18th anniversary

starrylizard — Tue, 25 Apr 2017 13:22:38 GMT

Pity it seems fandom here is coming to a bit of a dead end. I don't plan to close my LJ. Too much history in 11 years. But I've got a DW duplicate under the same user name and I'm learning to use it too.

#mylivejournal #lj18 #happybirthday

starrylizard — Sat, 15 Apr 2017 11:57:11 GMT

Just a quick note to say I have a duplicate account under the same username at DW (and have for ages).
Please feel free to make friends with it if you're moving or just because you'd like to. Podlizzie is also duplicated over there.
Looks like I'll be using the accounts again to keep up to date with all the communities that are migrating etc.

What was in the terms??

starrylizard — Sat, 08 Apr 2017 07:35:04 GMT

Hi Guys,
I hit a button to agree to the new terms very late at night...now I can't find them to look at them.
What is in them that has all the comms moving to DW? It's a mass exodus all over again.

*wibble*
SL

The Flash/Supergirl Musical

starrylizard — Fri, 24 Mar 2017 11:17:00 GMT

The Flash/Supergirl Musical episode was awesome! There is so much talent in those DC TV show casts. I hadn't realised there were so many musical theater graduates, I mean other than the ex-Glee cast members. Just yes! Adorable and perfect and just what I needed tonight.

Did that just happen?

starrylizard — Mon, 13 Mar 2017 08:18:08 GMT

Supergirl just referenced Stargate and Star Trek (Red Shirt) in the same episode! Bless my big geeky heart!

Ha!

starrylizard — Fri, 03 Mar 2017 09:28:54 GMT

So today a lady I'm getting to know at work said something to the effect that she'd never met anyone "geeky" like me. She then qualified that with "In a good way, like you aren't embarrassed. You even where t-shirts and stuff. I don't know many people like that."

Oh yeah, happy to own it. :)

Gosh I haven't posted holiday photos or anything here. Bad Lizzie. Must do that. Hope you're all well! :D

I'm rewatching Fringe

starrylizard — Wed, 04 Jan 2017 09:32:29 GMT

I forgot how much I love this show, especially the early seasons. Such nonsense. Such fun. :D
I love Olivia and the Bishops so much... and early Charlie was the best Charlie. I'm well into S2 now, Peter just found out where he's from. Dun dun dun.

In other unrelated, non-TV thoughts - anyone got any tips on figuring out what employment one might be good at, or want to move into later in life?
I'm a tad stumped. Thoughts welcome.
I was seriously considering moving, and it's not fully ruled out, but today I came to the realisation that I don't think I like this job enough anymore to actually want to remain in it, let alone move just to do so.

Gamers query

starrylizard — Wed, 05 Oct 2016 01:13:00 GMT

I'm not really a gamer, I wanted to try this particular game. It's a short sort of non-linear style game that piqued my interest a while back and now that I technically have a "gaming" laptop I thought why not?

Anyhow, I found you have to dl the game via a site called Steam. So I signed up and purchased it.

The thing is, the game is quite large (it's talking quite sometime to dl). So how do gamers deal with that? I assume when I'm finished I could delete it and still dl it again from Steam at any time? But any progress would be lost if I did that, like Steam would only hold the game files, yeah? Do you just move the files to an external drive when you're not playing?

I'm just curious as anything game-y is totally new to me.

Thanks!
Xx

I have a new laptop! AND Nanowrimo anyone?

starrylizard — Tue, 04 Oct 2016 00:41:40 GMT

Ahhhhh new laptop. Yay! Been wanting one for a while and finally got myself and my money together. In order to get close to the basic specs I wanted, I was made to buy a "gaming" laptop. LOL. I don't think that was a thing the last time I bought one. My old laptop had the equivalent, for the time, of these specs and it didn't need a glowing keyboard. Ha!

So now, maybe I'll be able to vid again. Trying to figure out the versions of Sony Vegas is doing my head in though. The latest Pro version like I used to use is outta my price range. Thinking the other version will easily suit my vidding needs though. Will download the 1 month trial once the muse hits.

Is anyone looking to do Nanowrimo? I'm seriously tempted, especially now that I have a laptop (i.e. means). But most of my novel-shaped ideas are not very well formed. ;)