spentgladiatornumbertwo

This comment was re: my excitement for TCAF. I didn’t get a table! (Didn’t even come close to qualifying) But I’m planning a sort of hide and seek game to play over the weekend, the prize for which will be free comics. Stay tuned…!

spentgladiatornumbertwo asked:

oh my gosh i was OBSESSED with Sei/Sub when i was a wee fangirl. they were my first OTP. i would stay up all night reading 100k fanfic and pore over low quality scanlations and cry and cry and cry. i moved on and forgot about them until YOU POSTED THE THING. IT'S ALL COMING BACK. I'M LOOKING UP FANFIC AGAIN IT'S A PROBLEM.

UGH it’s so much of my id splattered over paper in manga form IT HURTS SO GOOD. I’m a huge CLAMP fan, they were super formative for me and the first manga I ever read (I was actually talking about how they’re very probably responsible for the development of too many of my kinks on twitter yesterday while reading TB, such as ridiculous size difference and soulbonds), but I’d always skipped Tokyo Babylon & X because I knew it had been abandoned and I wasn’t going to set myself up for that because as we all know CLAMP is bad enough as it is. 

AND YET HERE I AM. CLAWING AT MY FACE AND LOVING EVERY ANGSTY AWFUL BIT OF IT. 

also, thematic parallels to hannibal are 500% accurate in the best ways

spentgladiatornumbertwo asked:

going to malibu

and i see a ship off the shore

and i imagine it sinking.

and you smile and you say that you know

what it is that i’m thinking.

i really like this song, and this lyric, for a couple reasons. the kind of what, low-fi keyboard sound that john has going on in it, is so reminiscent to me of california song. and that’s one of my favorite tMG songs and it gives me a similar kind of feel overall. i’m also a sucker for john’s use of ocean imagery. another example is the “i dreamt that i was perched atop a throne of human skulls/on a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls" lyric from Autoclave off Heretic Pride

Weekend

You know when you have one of those just lovely weekends? This was one of those. Friday night was bittersweet as we all went round to Michelle’s place because her time in Korea has come to an end. She is currently in Tokyo, but leaves for Canada on Thursday. I will really miss her.

Saturday afternoon was spent in Gangnam with my oldest friends in Korea - Winnie, Ron and Erin. Ron and Erin have lived on Jeju for a couple of years now (but we all used to work together at SLP in Suwon) and it’s a rare treat to see them on the mainland these days! Saturday night I had some friends over and we watched The Big Lebowski (Hannah had never seen it, so I was happy to be able to show her it.) And then after the film we sat around chatting and it ended up just being me, Tim and Paul - we sat around being “British” without anyone interrupting. It was perfect.

Sunday afternoon I went to Indigo with Yustin and Ciara, and I met Wendy (achim-siksa) and coincidentally bumped into (and introduced myself to) Sharon (ladyfaceshai) and Ollie. (In fact it has been a bit of a Tumblr themed week as on Tuesday I had dinner with Illy (enseoulment) and it was great to hang out with her.) Then we played the quiz at the RMT and won, which we haven’t for a while.

All in all a smashing weekend and today is the start of a new term with a new co-teacher. She seems cool enough so far, but no one will ever replace Sue in my heart - she was amazing.

Question of the Day

If you had to choose between never eating Polish food again or never dying your hair again, which would you choose? (asked by spentgladiatornumbertwo)

It would be really hard not to ever dye my hair again (especially since I started going grey!!), but to never be able to eat pierogi, or sopocka, or rye bread, or barszcz, or a million other things ever again…?

Looks like I’d have to get used to the grey.

Question of the Day

Name one place you never want to visit again and why. (Asked by spentgladiatornumbertwo)

The two cities that spring to mind are Nairobi and Jakarta, as I didn’t like either of them and then they both went and made me ill/got me hurt in some way. It’s a hard choice, but I am going to have to go with Nairobi. This is a pretty long answer, so don’t feel like you have to read it all. But you know, read it all. It’s interesting.

From Boxing Day 2008 to the 3rd of January 2009, my dad and I went to Kenya and had the most incredible time. We went to Samburu National Reserve and the Maasai Mara. Both were beautiful, awe-inspiring places with fantastic wildlife and wonderful people. Nairobi, on the other hand, was a total and utter dump. We had met a really cool American couple at the lodge we were staying at, at the Maasai Mara, and we arranged to go for dinner in Nairobi on our last night with them. We’d heard great things about a restaurant called Carnivore. It was a huge place, serving barbequed meat on giant skewers they would bring round to your table until you could eat no more. On the whole it was good. And then I ordered ice cream for dessert. That turned out to be a mistake that I would pay for repeatedly for three weeks.

We were due to fly back to London the next morning, getting up at around 6a.m. to go to the airport. I woke up about 3a.m. and I was so violently (explosively?) ill that I was worried enough to ask to see a doctor when we got to the airport. The airline then decided I was too ill to fly and that we were going to be stuck in Nairobi until I was better. At this point I just thought it was food poisoning and it would pass in a couple of days, but there was no way I was going to not get on the plane and go home. I demanded to speak to the doctor that had decided my fate WITHOUT EVEN SEEING ME, and they put me on the phone with her. Yes, the phone. She was in Arizona. I never understood why. I told her I was fine and that I had just been a big baby and that I was absolutely okay to fly home and that I hadn’t been to the loo since arriving at the airport. (Lies!)  Whilst all this was going on, my dad somehow managed to get us upgraded to the first class lounge, so at least I had easy access to the loo. I wish I had been well enough to photograph the lounge. It looked like someone’s sitting room from the 1970s. First class it wasn’t, fabulous looking (for all the wrong reasons) it was. Plus, I wasn’t complaining. I had my own loo. This was vital.

For those of you who know me, you know I am the least active/sporty person you are ever likely to encounter. We had to wait about half an hour, maybe 45 minutes, from the time the plane took off, until the fasten seatbelts sign was switched off. I have never run so fast as I have when they eventually were turned off and I could dash to the toilet. I swear I broke some sprinting world records that day. And then I spent the next eight hours going back and forth. Of course, the crew noticed and I was so scared that I was going to get in trouble that I told them it was that time of the month. They seemed satisfied with that and brought me tea. My dad, on the other hand, was happy as a pig in muck, ordering wine after brandy after beer and every time one wafted past my nose, off I went again.

I decided to stay at my parents house for a few days when we got back - I didn’t much feel like being ill and alone in my flat. No matter how old you are I find that when you are ill, you just want your mum. She was great throughout. As was my sister. She was 16 at the time and on the Monday (we landed on the Saturday), she had a day off from school and went to the pharmacy for me. She came back with a coke, a Lucozade and some Dioralyte, which is a rehydration powder you dissolve in water and drink. Turns out my sister is a bit of a bully (I was being a baby, so totally needed bullying) and she made me drink the Lucozade and then made me a glass of the Dioralyte. I was forcing it down (blackcurrant flavour - ha, yeah!) and I had drunk about half of it when she said, “Er, Kasia, I don’t think you should drink the rest of it. Look.” And she pointed at my legs. I had come up in an angry looking rash all over my legs, my arms, my chest and stomach. So not only was I using the toilet every ten minutes, I was now reacting to something in the medicine that was meant to help me. Brilliant. I started to laugh. What else could I do?

Doctors advise only going to see them if you have food poisoning and the symptoms haven’t gone on the sixth day. So off I trundled. Had to give them a sample. Please don’t ask me how this went down. Suffice it to say, it was FUCKING DISGUSTING. They prescribed me antibiotics saying that it was very likely I had a tropical parasite in my gut and then asked me if I worked with children. “No,” I said, “but there are four pregnant women in the office at the moment.” She signed me off work for two weeks - apparently I could be contagious. So I had to go home and just sit in my room, take my tablets and hope for the best - because if I didn’t in fact have a tropical parasite, my symptoms would get worse.

Turns out I did have a parasite, I got better and I eventually went back to work after nearly three weeks off (after being on holiday for 10 days!) and then about three days after that, I went to New York for another 10 days. But that’s another (and much more fun) story.

A Conversation on The Beatles
  • While in Indonesia, I discovered a delicious snack called Crispy Cha Cha. Michelle found them in HomePlus the other day, and I *made* her buy me four packets.
  • Michelle:I have four packets with your name on them.
  • Me:They best actually have my name on them. PROPERTY OF KASIA K______________. TOUCH ON PAIN OF DEATH.
  • Michelle:I would need a larger package. Or smaller writing.
  • Me:You can write that across all four packets. Like a code.
  • Michelle:Oh, OK, good idea.
  • Me:You have to put them all together to read the whole message. I actually expect you to do that now.
  • Michelle:Like the game I play with my students.
  • Me:As The Beatles once sang, Don't Let Me Down.
  • Michelle:I'll see what I can do.
  • Me:Not sure that's good enough.
  • Michelle:Well like The Beatles sang, Deal With It.
  • Me:Er... hate to break it to you, but that isn't a Beatles song. IDIOT.
  • Michelle:Pretty sure it is. It's from their short-lived rap phase in the late 80s. From their 16th studio album.
  • Me:Post-Lennon rap. It's an interesting concept.
  • Michelle:"What up, Jude." It was the most controversial album.
  • Me:Why?
  • Michelle:For the hit single, "Jesus is my Homie."
  • Me:That doesn't sound very Beatlesesque.
  • Michelle:That's why it was controversial! IDIOT.
Doing the Cha Cha
  • <p dir=ltr>Jess and Michelle went to see Red 2 while I chilled out in the hostel. I asked them to bring me back some crispy Cha Cha (which is the Indonesian version of crispy M &amp; Ms). I am addicted to them. </p>
  • <p dir=ltr>Me: Did you get me the Cha Cha?<br>
  • Jess:No.<br>
  • Michelle:Crispy squid, that's what you wanted, right?<br>
  • Me:Oh. </p>
  • <p dir=ltr>The crispy Cha Cha appear.</p>
  • <p dir=ltr>Me: You totally had me going there.<br>
  • Jess:We walked into the store and they were rearranging their shelves. There was food everywhere. <br>
  • Michelle:We felt bad interrupting them.<br>
  • Jess:Michelle picked up one packet and I said, it's Kasia. We better get two.<br>
  • Me:You know me so well.</p>