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niaseath : "Look at this."

mothwing : "Elfen wie Stahl (Elves like steel)? What a title."

niaseath : "Sounds as though they'd truly manly heroes.

mothwing : "Oh yeah. A duo, fighting crime.

niaseath : "Talking exclusively in snappy one-liners."

mothwing : "Riding into the sunset."

niaseath : "In their low-riders."

Not only did he join The Challenge (Crocky and I are trying to find a book (preferably Fantasy) about a female character without a love plot. No one's won so far), he also picked out the worst Fantasy book in history as a birthday gift for his friend. It's got a fascinating chapter about a hero walking down a hallway. There are a lot of descriptions of this hallway while the hero is walking down the hallway.

My brother's home and he signed up with the THW.

Phew.

Current Mood: relieved

Given the entire purpose of MMORPGs it's rather strange, but I used to hate instances. This is why I didn't do them very often, which is why I sucked at them, which is why I didn't like going - especially with my Shadow Priest, because even though my DPS sort of sucked, I sucked even worse at healing, which I was usually forced to do, because, "Of course you'll manage! It's not that hard!" - which of course it was, especially in Ulda, where it's at times nigh impossible to see anyone and people kept running out of reach or not wait for the drinking casters, which is why no heals arrived, which is why they ended up dying a lot, which is why they got angry at me, which is why I avoided dungeon invites.
So - not really my thing.

Until I started going with people who know what they're doing, and until I started playing a class I enjoy rolling in a dungeon. Yes, I know, everybody loves them, they are ridiculously overpowered, they will be nerfed and stop being so awesome, but to my battered cloth-wearing little heart it is such a relief to be able to play a fierce and plate-encased imba melée class, it's bliss.

In other words I have just spent the evening on a different server than usual doing ridiculously fast Hellfire Ramparts/Blood Furnace runs with three other DKs, among them

niaseath, of course, and a Priest and Shammy, rounding it off with an stint into the Slave Pens. And I Had A Good Time.

My DPS didn't suck, either, but maybe that was just everybody else only having played their DK for a couple of days and in one case being two level below the rest of us. Still, during the fight with Quagmirran I ended up top of the damage meter for the first time ever, and seeing as this is about my seventh time in an instance at all, I'm rather pleased with myself.

Fun. Me. In a dungeon. Go figure.

Current Mood: mellow

I realised I may need a man in my life. Preferably someone tall and impressive who lives in Hannover and has a lot of time.

This realisation came when it dawned on me there is no way I can risk traipsing around in the abandoned Conti AG Werk across town in the middle of an eerie abandoned industrial area all by myself, not even with 110 on the speed dial button.

This sucks.

As things are I'll have to wait until my little brother has time to come to Hannover. He fits the bill, he is tall and male. Not necessarily much use when fighting off evil muggers, but if he brings his tripod we'll at least have something to shake at them while I dial 110.

I really want to go there, though. Ever since I joined

abandonedplaces,

urban_decay, and

rural_ruin I've become increasingly jealous of the pretty pictures the members post and I want to play urban explorer and have a look at abandoned places myself.

( Directions )

Current Mood: chipper

I had a really lovely day today. My father is kind enough to repair my computer. Its cooler had fried the motherboard and the CPU, and he's setting my PC up with a new motherboard and even better video and sound cards we still have from my brother's old PC. I really appreciate that he is willing to take so much time to set me up with a PC that I'll only be using when I'm staying with my family. My family will be using it as a data storage PC, too, so it's not for my benefit only, but I'm still extremely grateful that he's willing to do that. My brother and I tried to help, but we couldn't really, so we went and watched this movie:

In the afternoon, my mother and I looked at the algae which grow on the walls of our aquarium. There were myriads of snail's eggs in them and weird little worms we couldn't identify and (uncharacteristically for her) didn't bother to find out about. I have had a silly and over-romanticising affection for labs and microscopes ever since I was about three and I still sometimes envy my family for being able to work with microscopes on a regular basis. I'm the only one who doesn't. My father only occasionally uses them, though, and my mother analyses car accidents involving wildlife for insurances, and she has her lab with microscopes at home.

( Greenery with eggs (5) )

Later today, after dark, my brother and I scared the neighbours and passers-by by taking pictures in the dark to test my camera's abilities at night and my brother's tripod - that was awesome. There's light frost on all the plants in our garden, some of which had already started blooming because of the warm winter. Still, with or without flash, it's hard to get things focused in the dark, and my live-view function doesn't really work well with little light - so we had to use torches to make sure that our pictures were focused. I guess our neighbours are used to our crazy.

( Random plants and our front lawn (5) )

Current Mood: calm

Playing around with my camera. <3 I love being able to adjust the depth of field myself again. Doesn't sound like much, but I really missed that on my auto-focusing other camera, as it was one of my main reasons why I loved my Minolta XD7 so much.

My brother and I were going to take pictures of an abandoned playing field today to try out our respective Christmas resents - but couldn't find it until after dark and had to go back. Also (and thanks a bunch, flu) my lungs are still partly blocked and I had something that felt like an asthma attack. Huh. If that doesn't change, I'll have to see a doctor about this. Holiday cheer.

Off to prepare supper with my family.

( More pics )

Current Mood: calm

All of my family are photo obsessed, so this probably should not have surprised me, but it's still odd to look at pictures my wee little eighteen-year-old brother

niaseath made and be amazed how gorgeous some of them are.

Here are some of his holiday snap shots.

( Denmark and Hamburg (15, large) )

I am insanely proud of him. His pictures make me want to take a leaf from his book and explore Hannover at night with tripod and my own SLR camera.

Current Mood: proud
Current Location: Hannover
Current Music: Dowland - Time Stands Still

We're moving house tomorrow. Right now I am sitting on our futon mattress, on the floor, and my laptop is sitting on our coffee table. We've already taken the bed and every piece of furniture we could take apart apart and piled everything up in the room next door.

There are few things that I hate even more than moving house, although it is really great for weeding out your old uni notes, because few heavy things remain as interesting and worthy of being kept as you thought they were if you're facing having to carry that stuff all the way to the fifth floor apartment we rented in a fit of shortsighted stupidity.

Thanks to my father, we'll have plenty of help - he hired three men and a small truck, and I could not possibly be happier about that, especially seeing as one of them is supposedly able to carry our washing machine to the fifth floor all by himself. I'm glad he's there only so I can watch one man carry around the washing machine that I can barely lift, let alone carry it more than a meter. My father and my brother

niaseath are also going to help us, and seeing the pile of boxes next door I can't help but be reduced to a puddle of gratefulness.

Then, I'll probably be lost to the world of the internet until I return to Hamburg next week and until we've got internet at our flat in Hanover.

We'll hand in the keys to the flat in Uelzen on Monday. I can't believe that we moved in here over a year ago, and I am really glad we're moving out, especially seeing as the nights are already getting significantly chillier and our walls have started getting more mouldy again. The crazy design of the flat and redecorating it the week after moving in was fun, but there were a lot more disadvantages than there were advantages to this place, on the whole. Hannover will be much better, I suppose, even though commuting down to Hamburg for the few lessons I am taking (preparation for my writing thesis is more important) will suck epicly.

The holidays have basically been a paper-writing-and-panicking marathon for me. I did manage to get a lot of the reading done I wanted to do, though. Still, I wish I'd have time for myself again that actually felt good instead of having my brain shut down at the internal list of all the things that need to be done.

( Tetris - The Movie. My brother showed me this, and it is completely awesome. )

Ok. Back to an oral presentation on Georg Forster's Frische teutsche Liedlein.

Current Mood: rushed
Current Location: Uelzen

My brother and I played a game today - not WoW for a change, but the fairy tale game called "Es war einmal...". The players tell fairy tales prompted by cards they receive, the goal is to end the story with the sentence on their "ending" card. The cards have characters, events, traits, places, and objects on them, or ending sentences. Each narrator tries to finish with their sentence, the other other players can take over whenever one of the terms on their cards is mentioned or with special cards for taking over. The person who has used up their cards wins, obviously, but this game really is not about winning so much as it is about telling a story.

We played it with one ending only and tried to get a collaboratory fairy tale, and the results were fun. Due to the fact that you can't choose the cards you get but have to work with the ending, there are some rather forced constructions, but also room for general funny awesomeness and changes from original fairy tale scripts and hilarious things introduced by the other player forcing themselves into the tale.

The first one we did had a transsexual shepherd who marries a princess he saved from drowning in a river while he was in the shape of a wolf, a later one one with a princess and a queen who fall for each other and have to appease an evil, homophobic witch and do so by vowing to change one of them into a king (our ending was "And so he reigned forever" or something, our characters were all female). We also had enchanted swords, magic fire birds, and witches cursing a king and a queen with stupidity.

Great fun.

Current Location: Bed, almost
Current Music: Schandmaul - Galliard

I became addicted to them in Scotland, but due to my mother's nightmarish experiences with molten sugar and caramel in general I had shied away from the task until yesterday.

Ingredients
100g sugar
100g sesame seeds
1 ts butter
(4 ts honey)

All you need to do is to melt the butter, the honey and the sugar in a pan, add the sesame seed, spread it on a flat surface, slice pieces or stripes or at least indicate where you want to break it later on, and let it cool down. It takes about fifteen minutes, and the things are absolutely delicious.

Also, my brother showed me to a funny comic and a video today. I love chatting with my little brother.

WoW - The Edge of Real Life

Ok. Back to work.
Sigh.

Current Location: Uelzen, Germany

My little brother's got a Journal, too, now, called

niaseath.

Hee.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: On Julian's PC because mine doesn't have internet

There is a herd of young elephants over my head.
Incessantly, they stomp through our hall, climbing our staircaises and roaming our kitchen in search of food, once in a while a younger male trumpets his discomfort.
They roam the basement and seem to be knocking against every wall on their way up and down our stairs.

And the cause of all the noise?
My brother, organising a LAN party.
And today we were told in pedagogics that due to the new media, many children were no longer taking part in social activities, always sitting around at home, alone, glued to the screen, no longer doing physical excercise.

Anyone who fears that is cordially invited to come round to see my ickle brother and his friends coming together from the entire neighbourhood, carrying computers around - and I am not talking about laptops here-, driving my grandmother out of the living room, stomping up and down the stairs carrying monitors... No worries. They are not sitting at home alone in a darkened room. And they do excercise. Those things are heavy, after all.

They are all together in our living room at the moment, each with his computer, enjoying cable jackstraws. (Julian: "Alright, I need the socket, so I'm gonna pull something out. Hey, what's this? Is this your cable? No? He-ey! Guys! Is this anyone's cable? Hello? Ok, fine..." - Flo: "Noooooo!!! What happened? NOOO!! My monitor just broke down!")

Flo told me that now that I am going to be a teacher he does not want to be seen in public with me any longer. He is so cute. When I got to know him he *was* a Flo, a flea. A small, cute, very precocious eight-year-old. Now he is a fourteen-year old, leering monster and a foot taller than me and any of his classmates. Luv'im.
All of them.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: The Basement

Yay, finally managed to reach my doctor: whatever it is, it's not the thyroid glands, they are perfectly alright. Yay. But he enthusiastically enumerated other tests he'll do to find out what's wrong. Ah, well. Next week.

On Thursday, there'll be a demonstration against the tuition fees. Another demonstration. Not effective, maybe, since Hamburg is too used to demonstrations. Well, better then strikes, I guess.

( Student demonstrations in Hamburg: bring banner, whistle and feel free to demonstrate against whatever you like )

It'll be more serious this time, though. It's not only our lazy, de-motivated students who demonstrate with the energy of a group of pensioners going for a walk, but this time, it is bigger, because it's not only the University of Hamburg, but also quite a number schools of the city if they can organise it, and students from all universities of the north who come.

My brother is going as well, and I don't like that idea at all. It may very well get ... well, not really violent, maybe, but rough, and if they are already so tense if there is nothing to be tense about, how will they react to this? Last time most schools in Hamburg took part in a demonstration and my brother apparently was the only one of his friends who was not hit by the water cannons.
The last thing I want is a clash between enraged members of the student union and tense policemen with my brother and his friends sandwiched in the middle. I'll try to arrange to meet them somewhere if they really go.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Händel - The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba

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I enjoy going shopping with my brother
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Dungeons and Death Knights
Plans for the weekend
Lovely day with my nerdy family
Christmas pics
Sometimes, my family scares me. In a good way.
Moving
Papers
Transsexual shepherd saves drowning princess
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Entries tagged with niaseath

I enjoy going shopping with my brother

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Dungeons and Death Knights

Plans for the weekend

Lovely day with my nerdy family

Christmas pics

Sometimes, my family scares me. In a good way.

Moving

Papers

Transsexual shepherd saves drowning princess

Sesame Snaps

Niaseath

Fleas and Elephants

Hamburg and Demonstrations

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