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Jul. 7th, 2010 12:01 pm10:43 @Suitov I wonder if maybe they also recognize languid movement as a sign of unhealthy prey. #
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Jul. 2nd, 2010 12:00 pm22:04 @Suitov Because of His Icy Hotness. Duh. XOXO #painfulpun #
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Mar. 31st, 2010 04:12 pm((This entire post is OOC. Feel free to respond IC or OOC!))
I've been experimenting with crossposting Twitter updates from http://twitter.com/jainajade into this LJ, but I'm not sure if I like it. Do you?
I'd hoped to post Twitter updates here to help keep the LJ folks apprised of Jaina-related happenings. Perhaps it would be better to have a separate LJ for the Twitter posts, so people who want them can read them but people who hate LoudTwitter with a firey passion can keep it off their flist.
So, um, help please. I want your opinions!
I've been experimenting with crossposting Twitter updates from http://twitter.com/jainajade into this LJ, but I'm not sure if I like it. Do you?
I'd hoped to post Twitter updates here to help keep the LJ folks apprised of Jaina-related happenings. Perhaps it would be better to have a separate LJ for the Twitter posts, so people who want them can read them but people who hate LoudTwitter with a firey passion can keep it off their flist.
So, um, help please. I want your opinions!
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Mar. 25th, 2010 12:01 pm14:10 @Suitov Haha, awesome! #
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Mar. 9th, 2010 08:00 am22:17 Every so often, he says something so sad that I feel sorry for the lunkhead: weft.livejournal.com/46016.html #
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Feb. 23rd, 2010 08:01 am20:04 Resumed activity around #profusion . I really owe Ice an explanation for being off the grid for so long, but I'm not sure I have one. Damn. #
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Dec. 31st, 2007 12:00 pmThe Five Love Languages
My primary love language is probablyQuality Time
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.
Complete set of results
| Quality Time: | 11 | |
| Physical Touch: | 8 | |
| Acts of Service: | 5 | |
| Words of Affirmation: | 4 | |
| Receiving Gifts: | 2 |
Information
Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.Take the quiz
So... I've basically been "starving" myself when I work too long? Oh, that has got to change.
((OOC: Was expecting this girl to be more tactile, but turns out she's all about the personal quality time. I guess I don't know her as well as I thought.))
on PINpoints
Jun. 14th, 2007 03:38 pmAlone in energy-conserving dimness, Jaina ran her fingers over her new toy. The vending machine had called it a PINpoint, which sounded a good deal tinier than it was was. It looked like a clunky mobile phone circa 1997 A.D.
She abruptly illuminated her hand around the PINpoint, casting eerie shadows within its screen and over her shoulder, and tried to decide what to do. This device could be the answer to questions she hadn't dared to ask herself -- what if something happens to me away from my friends? How could they know? Could they do anything to help?
But there's no such thing as a free lunch or free answer. There's always a bill attached when you look. And this? It was meant to communicate and transport across dimensions. Did it track dimensional co-ordinates? Would it forward them to whoever built and offered these things? Who might that be?
Her light rippled unbidden up her arm as she imagined a vast plot whereby vampires could obtain passage to sunless worlds, or worlds with harmless suns, and feed, feed, feed.
"Stop it," Jaina said aloud. The words jarred in the silent bedsit and disrupted her reverie.
Ice might know. Or he might want to dissemble the device to see how it worked. She suspected she still couldn't predict his reactions as well as he could hers.
She sighed and chucked the phone-thing into her open duffel. "Fuck."
The PINpoint might prove harmless. There were people who charged for killing monsters, after all, and Jaina did it for free -- not because of ulterior motives toward the victims, but because she got something else out of it. Perhaps this device's supplier had similarly benevolent designs.
But just in case...
Well, it had come to her homeworld with her. If it was tracking and sending data, any recipient already had this much. That potential mistake couldn't be undone. It hadn't been aboard ship yet. Wouldn't, either, until she had some answers.
Resolved, Jaina leaned back and soon feel asleep.
She abruptly illuminated her hand around the PINpoint, casting eerie shadows within its screen and over her shoulder, and tried to decide what to do. This device could be the answer to questions she hadn't dared to ask herself -- what if something happens to me away from my friends? How could they know? Could they do anything to help?
But there's no such thing as a free lunch or free answer. There's always a bill attached when you look. And this? It was meant to communicate and transport across dimensions. Did it track dimensional co-ordinates? Would it forward them to whoever built and offered these things? Who might that be?
Her light rippled unbidden up her arm as she imagined a vast plot whereby vampires could obtain passage to sunless worlds, or worlds with harmless suns, and feed, feed, feed.
"Stop it," Jaina said aloud. The words jarred in the silent bedsit and disrupted her reverie.
Ice might know. Or he might want to dissemble the device to see how it worked. She suspected she still couldn't predict his reactions as well as he could hers.
She sighed and chucked the phone-thing into her open duffel. "Fuck."
The PINpoint might prove harmless. There were people who charged for killing monsters, after all, and Jaina did it for free -- not because of ulterior motives toward the victims, but because she got something else out of it. Perhaps this device's supplier had similarly benevolent designs.
But just in case...
Well, it had come to her homeworld with her. If it was tracking and sending data, any recipient already had this much. That potential mistake couldn't be undone. It hadn't been aboard ship yet. Wouldn't, either, until she had some answers.
Resolved, Jaina leaned back and soon feel asleep.
