2bbornot2bb: (possum throwing)
Couldn't resist doing this when I saw TT's post ... (I can never resist these sorts of things - LOL!)

So, 2bbornot2bb, your LiveJournal reveals…

You are… 0% unique, 50% peculiar, 0% interesting, 50% normal and 0% herdlike. When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

Your overall weirdness is: 58

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 91% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

HAAAAA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAA ... I'm weird! I shall wear it as a badge of honour!! XD
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2bbornot2bb: (Laughing Dave)

Title:  The Best in the Friend
Fandom: Bones
Work Type: Fic (1,600 words)
Characters:  T Brennan, H Burley, A Montenegro, J Hodgins
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: 6.13
Summary: Hannah and Brennan share a drink … or three.

A/N:  Written for the Queensland Flood Auction on fandomaid.

The Best in the Friend )


2bbornot2bb: (2bb frame)

... to all the mothers, moms, mas and mummies - yummy or otherwise!  Hope you have a wonderful day!

May you be born aloft on the trembling wings of giggling angels ... :)

2bbornot2bb: (possum throwing)
From the Earth Hour website ...

Earth Hour started in 2007 in Sydney, Australia when 2.2 million individuals and more than 2,000 businesses turned their lights off for one hour to take a stand against climate change. Only a year later and Earth Hour had become a global sustainability movement with more than 50 million people across 35 countries/territories participating. Global landmarks such as the Sydney Harbour Bridge, CN Tower in Toronto, Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and Rome’s Colosseum, all stood in darkness, as symbols of hope for a cause that grows more urgent by the hour.

In March 2009, hundreds of millions of people took part in the third Earth Hour. Over 4000 cities in 88 countries/territories officially switched off to pledge their support for the planet, making Earth Hour 2009 the world’s largest global climate change initiative.

On Saturday 27 March, Earth Hour 2010 became the biggest Earth Hour ever. A record 128 countries and territories joined the global display of climate action. Iconic buildings and landmarks from Asia Pacific to Europe and Africa to the Americas switched off. People across the world from all walks of life turned off their lights and came together in celebration and contemplation of the one thing we all have in common – our planet.

Earth Hour 2011 will take place on Saturday 26 March at 8.30PM (local time).

Please take part. After the lights go back on think about what else you can do to make a difference. Together our actions add up. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
2bbornot2bb: (brennan wow)
I am seriously nuts.

RL is squeezing me into jelly at the mo ... and yet I just entered my first icon challenge over at [livejournal.com profile] david_stillness .  I think its okay to say please please please go vote (after 20 March) as long as I don't tell you which ones to vote for???

Think I'm already addicted.

Must. Get. Some. Sleep.

Bye &hearts
2bbornot2bb: (Buck & Wanda)
I've been going cross-eyed for the last few millenia  hours trying to work out how I can start building a resources link on my journal (for example, I've just downloaded some textures that I'll use later to make some icons and I'd like to be able to put a link to the clever sausage who made them somewhere!)

I've seen resources links on other journals but I can't for the life of me find a way to put one on mine ... maybe its the theme I'm using, I don't know.  Same for loading my fic on LJ ... no idea!  (I'm guessing, perhaps wrongly, it's the same method?)

Can someone point me in the direction of a tutorial or something to help me do these things?  I'd really appreciate it.

2bbornot2bb: (Laughing Dave)
Outrageous cake for TT

All the schmoozing in the world couldn't get DB to jump out of it for you, honey!  But at least I tried!!!

Hope you have a lovely birthday, sweetums!  <3

2bbornot2bb: (Not as we know it)

Kathy Reichs on Bones and being a Forensic Anthropologist ... from New Zealand (just across the ditch from me).  Gotta love that newsreader's accent!  :)

2bbornot2bb: (2bb frame)

Don't know whether you know Post Secrets, but I think its an amazing project ... this vid just struck at my heart on so many levels.  

This is for Norma Jean.

Happy Valentine's Day <3
2bbornot2bb: (Not as we know it)
It took my favourite chef/psychiatrist (in the form of his RL persona) to reconfirm my glee that "language is a living, kicking, growing, flitting, evolving reality ..."

2bbornot2bb: (Secrets)
Just a little thing, but can someone advise me about crediting icons:  if I snag an icon from someone that has posted them on a comm, how do I actually go about crediting it in an acceptable manner?  I've only ever taken a few, mainly because I can't work out how to do this ... and I feel guilty if I ever use them!  I got three .gif icons from photobucket funnyicons yesterday, but - although I just used them - I'm having a major guilt trip without the crediting thingy.

I'd also love some Bonesy .gif moodicons, but don't know where to look .. any suggestions, or do people make them for themselves?

2bbornot2bb: (possum throwing)
Day Ten:  One confession.

When I was five or six, I stole some money out of my mum's purse. 

I don't remember how much it was but I know it was a note rather than coins, but money was always something other people had when I was growing up, so it was a BIG DEAL.  I was in first or second class and I remember I had one of those little hard sided cardboard school cases, secondhand, and my dad had painted it erky poo brown to try and make it not look quite so used.  Although I didn't understand the feelings then, even at that age I resented not having something bright and shiny new like all the other kids, and that somehow translated in my tiny undeveloped brain into dipping into mum's purse. 

Anyway, I took my ill gotten gains and went to the corner shop on the way home from school and spent every last cent on sweeties - I remember there were sherbies and milkos and cobbers and a host of other types of lollies and things that time has forgotten.  The little brown case was literally overflowing with sweetie goodness.  I can remember the glee I felt when I got home from school that day and tippy toed to the garage to gorge on sugar, instead of going straight to the kitchen for lime cordial in my special cup and a peanut butter sandwich cut into eight triangles, that mum would always have ready for me when I got home.

The garage was dark and scary and smelled of dust and old leather (why are smells so evocative?) and I never, ever went in there alone.  Except for this day.  I'd barely opened the hateful case before the door swung open and I can still see the image of my mum's outline in the doorway against the glare of the afternoon sun.  I couldn't see her face, just the black shape of her against the sun.  I remember she was wiping her hands on her apron.

She didn't say a word, just quietly took the case - and its bounty - away from me, held my hand and led me into the house.  I don't remember what punishment I got (probably a smack on the bum that stung for a minute or two and no TV, but that would have been all).  But when she sat me down on the little child sized wicker chair that was mine alone, and gave me my drink and my snack I do remember the tears in her eyes and what she said then.  "Megan, I'm so disappointed in you."  Makes my heart clench in my chest just remembering.

I've never stolen anything since and I think I've probably spent the rest of my life trying not to disappoint her.  I still like eating sweeties, though.


That be the end, friends.  Thanks for reading <3
2bbornot2bb: (Two Bees)

So, I'm totally  out of whack with the days on this meme ('some days life kisses you on the lips' ... and some days it doesn't.  I've had a week of way ups and way downs).  Meh.

On with the show ...

Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.


And the why ... hmmm.  Nup, don't have a thing.  They just do.


Day Ten: One confession

2bbornot2bb: (Two Bees)

The universe continues to conspire against me ... now my desktop PC is having "issues" and my laptop needed major surgery (it's still in recovery).  Posting is a labour of love at the mo.  Sigh.

Anyhoo, better late than never ...

Day Eight: Three turn-ons.

1.    Call me weird, but I've got a thing for men's bare forearms.  Might be something to do with working with 'suits' all my life.

2.    The eyes have it; smouldering, bedroomy eyes, that is.  Looking straight at me.  Hinting, wanting, asking ... er, sorry, forgot where I was for a min.

3.    Laughter


Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession

2bbornot2bb: (Flag)

Our national day ... when we all throw a lamb chop on the barbie and drink too many tinnies, play cricket in the street and argue about the words of the second verse of the national anthem.  There's lamingtons and pavlova for afters, and someone unearths a flag and wears it like a superhero cape.  Ahhh, so much fun!

You know you're Australian when...

You know that Burger King doesn't exist. It's Hungry Jacks.

You know that snow is a memorable and freakish occurrence. Sometimes it's even fake.

You know the difference between thongs and a thong.

You know that "stubbies" are either short shorts or small beer bottles, a "gimp", "bogan" or "geezer" is a random idiot, someone in trouble is in "strife" and you're liable to burst into giggles whenever you hear of Americans "rooting" for something.

You know how to abbreviate every word, all of which usually end in -o: arvo, combo, garbo, kero, lezzo, metho, milko, muso, rego, servo, smoko, speedo, righto, aggro,  or -ie: barbie, ciggie, quickie, tinnie, mossie, bickie, budgie, chockie, cozzie etc

You know that some people pronounce "Australia" like "Strayla" and that's ok.

You know that there is a universal place called "woop woop" located in the middle of nowhere... no matter where you actually are.

You know that while we call our friends 'mates', we don't use terms like 'sheilas' and 'shrimp on the barbie', contrary to popular belief.

You kind of resent people who succeed over others- everyone should do the same thing, so we all get a "fair go"; a kind of 'American-dream' in reverse.   You call it the "tall poppy syndrome".

You've seen Gallipoli, Crocodile Dundee, Young Einstein, Muriel's Wedding, The Castle, Priscilla, Beneath Clouds, Strictly Ballroom, 40,000 Horsemen, and maybe even Wolf Creek.

It makes you happy when someone in Hollywood is actually Australian... Mel Gibson, Nicole Kidman, Russell Crowe, Cate Blanchett, Baz Lurham, Elle MacPherson, Olivia Newton-John, Midnight Oil, AC/DC, INXS, Greg Norman, Cathy Freeman, Dawn Fraser, Pat Rafter, Ian Thorpe...

One word: Skippy.

You know that Sydney 2000 was one of our proudest moments in history. We just rock!

You know our country has never been conquered by a foreign nation (you don't count 1788).

We know that the Metric system will always be better than anything inches, feet, pounds and Fahrenheit will ever offer

You drive on the 'left-hand side' of the road.

If you're a pedestrian and cars are stopped at a red light, you will fearlessly cross the street in front of them. 'Hit and runs' just aren't cricket because Aussies stick together.

You think of Australia as being somewhat out of place within the Asia-Pacific region; surrounded by unstable ex-colonial nations who regard you as racist, imperialist, and unfairly wealthy.

You know that New Zealanders are basically our naive country cousins, who have a weird fush-and-chups accent, and for some bizarre reason, think that they invented pavlova. They are to be pitied and laughed at. They have no hope of gaining the upper hand in the endless sporting rivalry between our two nations.  But we love 'em.

You know that you can't eat Fantales alone... otherwise who will you play the 'Who am I...' game with when you're reading the wrapper? And you know that Jaffas are for rolling down the aisles at the pictures.

You know that Americans think we're all Steve Irwin clones, and crikey mate, they couldn't be more wrong.

You know that lawyers wear wigs and gowns. And we make it look good.

You have some time in your life slept with Aeroguard on in the summer. Maybe even as perfume.

You feel obliged to spread salty black stuff that looks like congealed motor oil on bread... and actually grow to like it. You've also squeeze Vegemite through Vita Wheats to make little Vegemite worms.

You think footballers dressing up in drag on TV is funny.

You have the ability to compress several words into one - ie 'g'day' and 'd'reckn?'. This allows more space for profanities.

You've ever used the words - tops, ripper, sick, mad, sweet - to mean good. And then you place 'bloody' in front of it when you REALLY mean it.

You know that the barbeque is a political arena; the person holding the tongs is always the boss and usually a man, and women make the salad.

You say 'no worries' quite often, whether you realise it or not.

You know what fairy bread tastes like, and you can't imagine your childhood without it.

You know the first verse to the national anthem, but still don't know what "girt" means, and you're ok with that.

You've drunk your tea/coffee/Milo through a Tim Tam.

You know that backyard cricket is a nice way to bond with family and the rubbish bin. And the 'one bounce, one hand' rule always applies.

You know that we are home to the just about all of the world's deadliest of animals. That's why if anybody messes with us we'll get some funnel webs on their arses.

You see people walking bare-foot on the sidewalk and don't scorn.... because you're doing it too.

You know what trop-fest is and it makes you happy.

Sausage rolls and meat pies. End of story.

You firmly believe that in the end, everything will be ok and have offered advice that included the words, "she'll be right, mate".

You own a Bond's chesty. In several different colours.

You've ordered a steak the size as your head and only paid $5 at your local RSL.

You know how to slip, slop, slap like it's nobody's business.

You've heard the Prime Minister dismiss anyone who disagrees with him/her simply as 'un-Australian', and that's enough to make us sit down and shut up.

And right now you feel bloody awesome.  Fully sick, maaaaate!


2bbornot2bb: (Two Bees)

Day Seven: Four turn-offs.

1.    Hypertrichosis

2.    Zabernism

3.    Paraprosexia

4.    Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia   


Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession

2bbornot2bb: (Two Bees)

Well, the best laid plans … went to download the latest ep of Bones, only to get a rather vicious malware from the site I was trying to download from.  Laptop will have to go to hospital and I STILL HAVEN’T SEEN 6 x 10! Guh! 

Okay, on with the meme … special two for the price of one offer – today only!!!

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.

1.         A large chunk of 1981, and some of 1997. And a few weeks in 2001.

2.         Let my mammogram get so overdue.

3.         Missed my dad’s funeral.

4.         Gone to a bullfight.

5.         Catered my own wedding reception.

6.         Jumped out of that window.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).

1.         The man I share my life with.

2.         The woman who is my mother.

3.         The friend who sent me rose scented bedsocks in hospital.

4.         The voice at the other end of the phone.

5.         My lunatic cousin.


Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession


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