New Address
May. 3rd, 2009 | 08:14 pm
Due to changes to our server, the new address of Tales of Ta'vern II will be:
tales.mushserver.com 6250
198.66.254.131 6250
You may commence connecting to the new address. If you have any difficulties, the embassy can be found at connect.mu-gateway.net port 6700.
tales.mushserver.com 6250
198.66.254.131 6250
You may commence connecting to the new address. If you have any difficulties, the embassy can be found at connect.mu-gateway.net port 6700.
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Name Change for ToT II
Aug. 10th, 2008 | 04:14 pm
Cross-posted here, on behalf of Jinx:
"Hear ye, hear ye!
After extensive discussions, staff have felt that a name-change for the game is in order. In 7 years, we have moved along from the original premise of Tales of Ta'veren II being a sequel game, and have effectively created our own plot arcs, our own state of the world, and many new aspects not explored in the previous game.
Suggestions for names were opened up to players and staff alike and have been narrowed down to 3 choices, which players may vote upon:
1. Shadow of the Wheel
2. Darkness before the Dawn
3. The Shattered Seals
Voting will be open for 1 week. Please vote using the bulletin board: http://talesoftaveren2.proboards100.com/i
Thank you,
Jinx
On Behalf of the Staff"
"Hear ye, hear ye!
After extensive discussions, staff have felt that a name-change for the game is in order. In 7 years, we have moved along from the original premise of Tales of Ta'veren II being a sequel game, and have effectively created our own plot arcs, our own state of the world, and many new aspects not explored in the previous game.
Suggestions for names were opened up to players and staff alike and have been narrowed down to 3 choices, which players may vote upon:
1. Shadow of the Wheel
2. Darkness before the Dawn
3. The Shattered Seals
Voting will be open for 1 week. Please vote using the bulletin board: http://talesoftaveren2.proboards100.com/i
Thank you,
Jinx
On Behalf of the Staff"
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Tales of Ta'veren II Bulletin Boards
Jul. 27th, 2008 | 12:56 am
This is a quick post to inform the Tales crew that Jinx has set us up some bulletin boards at:
http://talesoftaveren2.proboards100.c
Registration is quick, and only requires an email account. We're using it for OOC chatter and message-board style RP for those folks who can't get onto the game at the times that RP usually occurs. Yes I know, the addicts need their hit. ;)
http://talesoftaveren2.proboards100.c
Registration is quick, and only requires an email account. We're using it for OOC chatter and message-board style RP for those folks who can't get onto the game at the times that RP usually occurs. Yes I know, the addicts need their hit. ;)
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Book Poll
May. 3rd, 2008 | 12:35 pm
Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
kawaiiryukoThese are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you own but have not read.
kawaiiryukoThese are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you own but have not read.Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers
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Chocolate Cake
Apr. 19th, 2008 | 12:27 pm
I never have any luck, when I actually follow recipes. I've found it's always better to add stuff at random, with big scoops of spoons and splashes until things generally 'look alright'. This makes it virtually impossible to replicate something and at the best of times, makes for an interesting ingredients list.
I was impressed by the chocolate cake I made last night, since I have very specific requirements for chocolate cakes. They have to be moist, but not dense like a mudcake. They have to be crumbly, but not spongy, like packet cakes tend to be. And finally, they need to be so chocolate-y they're almost black.
This one turned out exactly how I wanted, but I can't vouch for the recipe at all. Three milk chocolate easter eggs and a quarter block of 70% cocoa chocolate? It was all I had in the cupboard! But it somehow worked.
Awesome Moist and Crumbly Chocolate Cake
125 g unsalted butter, softened
200 g dark brown sugar
2/3 cup milk with a splash of vinegar
½ teaspoon bicarbonate soda, sifted
3 milk chocolate easter eggs (I would add more milk over dark, but I didn't have any.)
¼ block 70% dark chocolate
½ cup dutch cocoa powder, sifted
splash of boiling hot water
2 cups self-raising flour, sifted (err on the side of more rather than less)
½ cup plain flour, sifted (err on the side of less, unless you like dense mudcakes)
3 eggs, lightly whisked
1. Turn the oven to 180 C and line a 20 cm circular pan with baking paper. (Or go the route of butter dusted with cocoa, if you can be bothered.)
2. Add a splash of vinegar to the milk and set aside to sour. Alternatively, use real buttermilk in its place.
3. Add the butter to a saucepan and melt. Add brown sugar and broken pieces of chocolate. Stir until melted but do not let bubble. Add the bicarbonate soda. It will froth but don't be frightened. Set aside to cool.
4. Measure out the cocoa powder into the mixing bowl and add the boiling hot water. This will activate the cocoa, and trust me, it makes a difference.
5. Add the flours to the bowl, and the eggs. Stir it all together. Add the brown sugar, butter and chocolate from the saucepan and beat to combine until smooth.
6. Place in the oven and cook for approximately 40-45 minutes, or until a skewer comes out clean. (Be careful not to overcook.) Set aside to cool for an hour and a half.
Chocolate Icing
(adapted from Chocolate from the Cake Mix Doctor)
1 cup dutch cocoa powder, sifted
splash of boiling hot water
6 tablespoons of softened butter
2 cups of icing sugar, sifted
1. Sift the cocoa powder into the mixing bowl and add the splash of boiling water.
2. Add the butter and beat on low speed until combined.
3. Add two cups of icing sugar and beat. If it needs to be thicker, add boiling water by the tablespoon. I like the icing to be dark and smooth rather than fluffy and pale, so I tend to add more and more cocoa and water until it reaches the right consistency.
This recipe works equally well to make cupcakes. I recommend topping with a halved glace cherry. I prefer cupcakes myself, but I was making it for my brother and father, who have no time for such fiddlesome things.
I was impressed by the chocolate cake I made last night, since I have very specific requirements for chocolate cakes. They have to be moist, but not dense like a mudcake. They have to be crumbly, but not spongy, like packet cakes tend to be. And finally, they need to be so chocolate-y they're almost black.
This one turned out exactly how I wanted, but I can't vouch for the recipe at all. Three milk chocolate easter eggs and a quarter block of 70% cocoa chocolate? It was all I had in the cupboard! But it somehow worked.
Awesome Moist and Crumbly Chocolate Cake
125 g unsalted butter, softened
200 g dark brown sugar
2/3 cup milk with a splash of vinegar
½ teaspoon bicarbonate soda, sifted
3 milk chocolate easter eggs (I would add more milk over dark, but I didn't have any.)
¼ block 70% dark chocolate
½ cup dutch cocoa powder, sifted
splash of boiling hot water
2 cups self-raising flour, sifted (err on the side of more rather than less)
½ cup plain flour, sifted (err on the side of less, unless you like dense mudcakes)
3 eggs, lightly whisked
1. Turn the oven to 180 C and line a 20 cm circular pan with baking paper. (Or go the route of butter dusted with cocoa, if you can be bothered.)
2. Add a splash of vinegar to the milk and set aside to sour. Alternatively, use real buttermilk in its place.
3. Add the butter to a saucepan and melt. Add brown sugar and broken pieces of chocolate. Stir until melted but do not let bubble. Add the bicarbonate soda. It will froth but don't be frightened. Set aside to cool.
4. Measure out the cocoa powder into the mixing bowl and add the boiling hot water. This will activate the cocoa, and trust me, it makes a difference.
5. Add the flours to the bowl, and the eggs. Stir it all together. Add the brown sugar, butter and chocolate from the saucepan and beat to combine until smooth.
6. Place in the oven and cook for approximately 40-45 minutes, or until a skewer comes out clean. (Be careful not to overcook.) Set aside to cool for an hour and a half.
Chocolate Icing
(adapted from Chocolate from the Cake Mix Doctor)
1 cup dutch cocoa powder, sifted
splash of boiling hot water
6 tablespoons of softened butter
2 cups of icing sugar, sifted
1. Sift the cocoa powder into the mixing bowl and add the splash of boiling water.
2. Add the butter and beat on low speed until combined.
3. Add two cups of icing sugar and beat. If it needs to be thicker, add boiling water by the tablespoon. I like the icing to be dark and smooth rather than fluffy and pale, so I tend to add more and more cocoa and water until it reaches the right consistency.
This recipe works equally well to make cupcakes. I recommend topping with a halved glace cherry. I prefer cupcakes myself, but I was making it for my brother and father, who have no time for such fiddlesome things.
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Tales of Ta'veren II Idledest
Jan. 26th, 2008 | 12:36 pm
Two weeks from now, the staff at Tales of Ta'veren II MUSH will be conducting an idledest of all characters who have not been logged in for six months. Please ensure that you have logged all your alts into the game, or they are at risk of being destroyed or returned to the +roster!
Date of Idledest: Sun 10th of February, 00:00 EST.
Game Address: tales.mushserver.com 6250
IP Address: 192.220.92.2 6250
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/bripadme/Tales.h
Date of Idledest: Sun 10th of February, 00:00 EST.
Game Address: tales.mushserver.com 6250
IP Address: 192.220.92.2 6250
Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/bripadme/Tales.h
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Some Photographs
Dec. 22nd, 2007 | 02:19 pm
Most of our trip to Melbourne was spent visiting family and friends, but we did have a chance to look around. I've been there plenty of times before, so luckily we didn't get too lost in the big city. About three-quarters of our photos were taken in the butterfly house at the zoo! Which is my fault.
It was good to get back. The dog (Donna) spent the whole week waiting by the gate. She reportedly refused to eat for three days and only moved when she finally was eating, before returning to her post again. When we pulled up in the car, she was there waiting, and sprung up in a whirl of delight. I leapt out and ran to her – she almost battered the fence down trying to get to me.
The main reason we went was to see the Chaser team. (From the Chaser's War on Everything, on the ABC.) They were a witty and eloquent bunch, tackling questions from the floor rather than following any set routine. I was impressed, since I had expected them to be a lot more reliant on a script and shock tactics for their skits. The Chaser team carried out the APEC stunt, by dressing up as Osama bin Laden and managing to be waved through the security cordon, because they were in a motorcade flying the Canadian flag. They mentioned that they wouldn’t have been able to get through so easily if John Howard hadn’t demanded that the police speed up their processes, after being delayed for forty-five minutes at a checkpoint. The team have other claims to fame, but that one saw them end up in court and attracted media fire.
I also made a pilgrimage to the home of Smiggle stationary and the Robert Gordon pottery factory. The boy ended up lugging a massive box of pottery up the stairs, and we strapped it into the car, like a passenger. It was very exciting, for me at least!
The photoset with some comments on each is here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N
Also, I put the red glass cardinals in the tree, in the end!: http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N
It was good to get back. The dog (Donna) spent the whole week waiting by the gate. She reportedly refused to eat for three days and only moved when she finally was eating, before returning to her post again. When we pulled up in the car, she was there waiting, and sprung up in a whirl of delight. I leapt out and ran to her – she almost battered the fence down trying to get to me.
The main reason we went was to see the Chaser team. (From the Chaser's War on Everything, on the ABC.) They were a witty and eloquent bunch, tackling questions from the floor rather than following any set routine. I was impressed, since I had expected them to be a lot more reliant on a script and shock tactics for their skits. The Chaser team carried out the APEC stunt, by dressing up as Osama bin Laden and managing to be waved through the security cordon, because they were in a motorcade flying the Canadian flag. They mentioned that they wouldn’t have been able to get through so easily if John Howard hadn’t demanded that the police speed up their processes, after being delayed for forty-five minutes at a checkpoint. The team have other claims to fame, but that one saw them end up in court and attracted media fire.
I also made a pilgrimage to the home of Smiggle stationary and the Robert Gordon pottery factory. The boy ended up lugging a massive box of pottery up the stairs, and we strapped it into the car, like a passenger. It was very exciting, for me at least!
The photoset with some comments on each is here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N
Also, I put the red glass cardinals in the tree, in the end!: http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N
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Diaries
Dec. 8th, 2007 | 12:14 am
From the Weimaraner Club of SA's monthly newsletter (though I'll note, it seems to be everywhere online!):
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.
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Christmas Cards
Dec. 4th, 2007 | 05:33 pm
If anyone wants a Christmas card whose address I don't already have, or who has changed their address in the past year, please let me know! I'm starting on my Christmas mail out. :) I even have some pretty red glass cardinals clips for pinning up the cards this year, though the boy was disgusted by how long I spent trying to pick them out!
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Too Realistic...
Sep. 22nd, 2007 | 03:30 pm
I picked up this stuffed fox toy at the Royal Adelaide Show. The dogs actually growl at it, sniffing. The girl even took a snap at it's muzzle! Poor thing. It's not going to steal any chickens!!
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Daemon
Jul. 7th, 2007 | 12:36 pm
I didn't know they were adapting the Northern Lights to movie!
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Easter Sunday
Apr. 9th, 2007 | 12:15 am
Easter in my family is always a big deal. This year, they really went insane. There wasn't one, but two animals on a spit--a goat and lamb.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N0
And as for the dogs.. the look says it all:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/69131694@N0
Needless to say, it was enough to feed an army.
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Zomg
Nov. 24th, 2006 | 08:26 pm
'I got a distinction, and he was like, "Do you think you can get more than a distinction." And I was like, "Yeah." And he was like, "Well I only give more than a distinction to geniuses, and you are not a genius." '
Overheard: Law Student, about a Professor
At least.. they're honest.
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Priests
Oct. 29th, 2006 | 01:48 pm
Earlier, my grandmother was chatting to us about church, since she had gone this morning. She teased the boy about his beard, as ever, saying he should consider priesthood as a career. (The Orthodox priests favour the long, trailing beards. She likes to jibe him by saying the old priest is retiring, they want him as a replacement.)
I piped up, saying I’d have considered being a priest if I was religious and it was allowed for women.
She eyed me. "You’d be a mujaheed."
This word gave me a pause. I didn’t know it. "What’s that?"
She explained that back during the wars, when the Turks had occupied Greece, they had banned the Orthodox religion. There were a sect of priests who used to carry knives hidden inside their robes and would not hesitate to use them in the defence of their churches, monasteries or congregation. They were considered to be flying in the face of the peaceful doctrines of the church, but what choice was there, when the Turkish soldiers would treat the people so brutally if they were discovered in worship.
The sorts of things she comes out with sometimes.
Also, somehow I think she was right, that it'd be appropriate.
I piped up, saying I’d have considered being a priest if I was religious and it was allowed for women.
She eyed me. "You’d be a mujaheed."
This word gave me a pause. I didn’t know it. "What’s that?"
She explained that back during the wars, when the Turks had occupied Greece, they had banned the Orthodox religion. There were a sect of priests who used to carry knives hidden inside their robes and would not hesitate to use them in the defence of their churches, monasteries or congregation. They were considered to be flying in the face of the peaceful doctrines of the church, but what choice was there, when the Turkish soldiers would treat the people so brutally if they were discovered in worship.
The sorts of things she comes out with sometimes.
Also, somehow I think she was right, that it'd be appropriate.
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Duck Rescue
Oct. 24th, 2006 | 02:20 pm
Father told us a story about what happened to him the other night, over dinner. He was driving in the ute to go drop off some videos on Unley Road. On the way there, he saw a family of ducks on the road. In his words, there was mama duck, daddy duck and about 12 ducklings standing in the middle of the road. There they were, in the middle of the city, with no parks, let alone watercourses, nearby. He reasoned that they must have been living in somebody’s garden and hopped out of the car, to try to shoo them off the road. They waddled off and he went on to the video store.
He drove down the same route on the way back, to see if he could catch sight of them. But they weren’t down that street; he eventually sighted them on Duthy Street, one of the other main roads. Of course, the predictable had happened. He found a scene of carnage. About six of the ducklings had been splattered and the mother duck had been run over. He stopped the ute in the middle of the road, to block the other traffic, and got out.
Armed with a few blankets, he picked up the little ducks and put them in a bag. Mother duck was dazed and not moving, so he wrapped her in a blanket and put her along with the others. Father duck proved more difficult, he made a mistake in how he threw the blanket and the bird managed to reverse out from under it, flying to a tree. Father tried to entice him back, but he wouldn’t budge.
Since he was holding up traffic, with cars backed down the road, he decided to leave it there. The bush isn’t far from here, so he drove over to Brownhill Creek, near the small lake. The remaining ducklings seemed fine, though they were tiny, barely bigger than the eggs they would have hatched from. Mother duck woke up once he released her ducklings, obviously having been in a daze, and managed to shepherd her family away into the night.
My father is a terrible softy when it comes to animals. We’re as bad as each other, I think.
He drove down the same route on the way back, to see if he could catch sight of them. But they weren’t down that street; he eventually sighted them on Duthy Street, one of the other main roads. Of course, the predictable had happened. He found a scene of carnage. About six of the ducklings had been splattered and the mother duck had been run over. He stopped the ute in the middle of the road, to block the other traffic, and got out.
Armed with a few blankets, he picked up the little ducks and put them in a bag. Mother duck was dazed and not moving, so he wrapped her in a blanket and put her along with the others. Father duck proved more difficult, he made a mistake in how he threw the blanket and the bird managed to reverse out from under it, flying to a tree. Father tried to entice him back, but he wouldn’t budge.
Since he was holding up traffic, with cars backed down the road, he decided to leave it there. The bush isn’t far from here, so he drove over to Brownhill Creek, near the small lake. The remaining ducklings seemed fine, though they were tiny, barely bigger than the eggs they would have hatched from. Mother duck woke up once he released her ducklings, obviously having been in a daze, and managed to shepherd her family away into the night.
My father is a terrible softy when it comes to animals. We’re as bad as each other, I think.
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It Lives!
Oct. 12th, 2006 | 09:22 pm
So for the past five or more weeks, we've been working on plant cultures. At the beginning, we took a bit of leaf from an African Violet and doing some science voodoo, made it into an entire plant!
This is what they look like, in the 'solarium' incubation vault. I'm going to bring my plantlet home and stick it on the windowsill! Uilliam has been suggested as a name, but I wonder if it'll be as high maintenance as he is. ;)
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
On the bright side, it didn't mutate to grow tentacles or something.
This is what they look like, in the 'solarium' incubation vault. I'm going to bring my plantlet home and stick it on the windowsill! Uilliam has been suggested as a name, but I wonder if it'll be as high maintenance as he is. ;)
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
On the bright side, it didn't mutate to grow tentacles or something.
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(no subject)
Oct. 7th, 2006 | 05:43 am
I don't know why, but I thought Mystic would find this picture funny. ;)
http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pict
http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pict
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From the First Floor Lab
Sep. 5th, 2006 | 09:53 pm
So as part of my bizarre program of study, we've been working on culturing plant cells. Since this often involves inserting bits of DNA into them, all work has to be done in biohazard hoods and using appropriate aseptic technique.
Normally I'm pretty good at it,
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
But this one...
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
Poxed!
Normally I'm pretty good at it,
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
But this one...
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_200
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Ball Pictures
Aug. 16th, 2006 | 09:25 pm
We went to the Law Ball the other night, the annual dinner held between both universities schools. The first picture is of Justice Michael Kirby of the High Court, while he was giving his speech. It's blurry, because the night vision on the camera sucks.
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_2000/k
The next is us before. There's the blue-green dress I settled on, after running around at the last minute to find it!
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_2000/b
And me there! I really liked the pretty lights in the foyer, so wanted to get a shot of them. It didn't turn out very well, the light was too dim.
http://www.geocities.com/nynaeve945_2000/f
