so, I was checking Wikipedia for tócsni (Hungarian potato pancake), and:

- found that hash browns or hashed browns are not to be confused with hash brownies. I love how it's important to point that out.

- I now know what Tater Tots are. took me a while.

- on the other hand, I still have no idea what this is. which is funny, because it's apparently an "authentic Hungarian spice cookie."

- what's also funny is that there's a British band called Rigó Jancsi. it's also the name of a Hungarian chocolate cake.

The cake is named after Rigó Jancsi, a famous Hungarian gypsy violinist in the early 20th century. He was playing with his orchestra all around Europe and once he was playing in a restaurant in Vienna (or according to some sources it was Paris in fact), the Belgian duke of Chimay was dining there with his young beautiful wife, a daughter of an American millionaire. She was totally fascinated by his music but even more so by his passionate black eyes. They immediately fall in love, the duchess left the husband and they lived together in different countries. Of course this was a huge scandal and a hot story at that time. [from here]

- in conclusion: Túró Rudi. ♥

Title: I Want Chicken, I Want Liver
Rating: PG
Pairing: I guess it's Pete/Patrick even though that's cross-species, but you have probably read worse, so.
Summary: “Hey,” Pete says, pawing the wall again. “Come outside and play with me.”
“You’re a dog,” Patrick replies, cracking one eye open.
Pete and Patrick are house pets!
Author's Note: Unbeta'd.
Word count: 600ish

I want chicken, I want liver (I want Meow Mix, please deliver)

Hello, all you wiser people than me! I've lost track of a fic, and the sad thing is, I know I have it bookmarked. Sadly, I just don't know which bookmark it is! (Hides face in shame)

The story is told from Rodney's POV. At the beginning he starts having dreams about some guy named John Sheppard, except he has no idea who that is. Sheppard had been captured offworld and the natives were keeping him for his ATA gene. The rest of the team was sent back to Atlantis after having Sheppard erased from their memories, accompanied by a spy-type guy. The spy guy forced Zelenka to program (nanites?) into everyone on Atlantis to make them also forget about Sheppard.

( Spoilers in some detail for the rest of the story )

Thanks so much in advance! I'm trying so hard to tag all my bookmarks now. I love del.icio.us!

I just did a smallish friends cut. If I removed you, please remove me as well.

Title: Find My Way to You
Author: sweetrecovery
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Cash
Rating: PG-13 for language and a few sexual references
Word Count: 2,280
Notes: Written for the glorious occasion of belle_bing's twenty-first birthday! We play around in a 'verse where Jon is a barista and Spencer works at a daycare, and she requested fic set in the 'verse where they go to a drive-in.

( "Wait, didn't Pete and Chris already say I was a superhero named Mr. Beard and my thing was that I made coffee by day and fucked you at night to save the world?" )

Title: Find My Way to You
Author: sweetrecovery
Pairing: Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Cash
Rating: PG-13 for language and a few sexual references
Word Count: 2,280
Notes: Written for the glorious occasion of belle_bing's twenty-first birthday! We play around in a 'verse where Jon is a barista and Spencer works at a daycare, and she requested fic set in the 'verse where they go to a drive-in.

( "Wait, didn't Pete and Chris already say I was a superhero named Mr. Beard and my thing was that I made coffee by day and fucked you at night to save the world?" )

Here a little bit  McShep slash, hope you enjoy it! :)

+please let me know what you think!
+click for a slightly bigger version.

I got this article about groupies from one of the 187 bandom coms I'm on. I clicked it to read the disinformation that Pstump is spreading about himself, because he amuses me by being a winsome liar often. His commentary in the article is classic Patrick deadpan.


I can't finish reading it. I am just so APPALLED. Please, please, dear friends I know who have ever been a girl involved w/ music, read this shit so we can rally the revolutionary army of Shut the Fuck Up, Ruiners! that needs to happen. Ok, I finished it. What the fuck is wrong with The Kids Today?


I do understand wanting to get to know dudes in bands you like. Clearly, I get this. I would, as I always do, warn people that often this is HORRIBLE idea because it ruins everything when you realize that dude you thought was fucking A+++ awesomesauce is actually a douche. This happens, sadly, quite a lot. There's only one dude in a band that leaps instantly to mind that I like more knowing him. (Ben Nichols from Lucero, who is really sort of disgustingly dreamy. I hate you, Ben, for being so awesome, I wish you weren't so I could stop going to your shows as I hate your fans.) As a general rule, musicians are just average people, so there's a lot of variation in their level of head-up-assedness. I really can't stress enough that your projected ideals of these dudes is in no way an accurate representation of them. You can't figure a guy out through the lyric of his songs. Belief that you can leads to heartbreak when you find out the lyrics of his songs don't mean what you think they did, and, ooops, massive douchebag, and shit his music's ruined forever. It's probably better to just listen to Neil Diamond or something, 'cause he seems like a fine individual.

Aaaaaaaaanyway, what really bothers me is how this "groupie" thing is really just yet another example of girls trying to fit in and be cool through their sex appeal and worth in relation to how mean perceive them. How about you pick up a guitar and start your own band? Why not start a PR company? A booking/management team? Anything whatsoever besides sucking some dude's dick in a grimy venue bathroom to get some validation that now that you're braces are off and you dropped the baby fat, you're hot enough for a guy in a band to fuck? Get some motherfucking self respect Becky Blowjob and talk to the cool girls in the back of the room for their myspaces and facebooks, they WANT to support other girls in the scene and will help you any way they can. They probably have embarrassing stories about bathroom blowjobs, too, so they will understand your rocky beginnings as a cool rock chick.

Hm, this might become a real article if I'm still inflamed about it when I come home from family dinner tonight. I always feel awkward posting anything w/ real life info about me unlocked, but whatever, these are my thoughts on this.

Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairings: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor; Clark/Lex/Lana Lang
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort
Length: 23,300 Words
Author on LJ: seperis
Author Website: Indulgence

Why this must be read:

Amid the devastation and death from the meteor shower accompanying the crash-landing of a small space ship, an assemblage of good folk of Smallville gather around the little unharmed occupant.



"Where is it?" Ethan's voice is hard, and Jonathan swallows, freeing himself from Nell before stepping back. Black and red stains criss-cross the soft flannel of his shirt, and her perfume clings to him over the smell of burned corn and fresh earth. He turns toward the truck, feeling a vague sense of unreality.

Behind him, he can hear Ethan draw his gun.

The creature looks up at him with huge dark eyes, uncomprehending, but reaches up with thin arms as Jonathan wraps the blanket close. Something in his chest tightens at the trust in the tiny arms that curve around his neck, but one look at Nell straightens him, and he can feel her eyes on him, dark and hard.

Men form a loose semi-circle around him as Jonathan deposits the bundle of dark hair and warm body on a blanket on the ground. He catches himself straightening it when the little body tilts over, and it gives him a slow, toothy smile, free and innocent.

Jesus. It looks so much like a real child.

"Where did you find him?" Ethan says, and Jonathan straightens, turning around.

"In the field." Even to himself, his voice sounds strangled. "There was a ship."

The low murmurs flow around him like water, and Jonathan takes a step back.

"It looks almost human," he hears Nell say in a low voice. "It--it killed--" Her voice trickles off into silence, and Jonathan finds himself watching how her face crumples again, hands shaking as she clenches them in the tails of her shirt. He's not even sure what he's doing when he wraps an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into him, her bones as thin and fragile as a bird's beneath his hand.

"Dig a hole," Ethan whispers...
___________________________________


Martha Kent (although soon to divest herself of that surname and its attendant husband) is the wondrous force for survival in this engrossing story, for herself and for her little alien she's rescued from its brutal fate.

More than survival - survival, in style - and those involved will find that brutal cruelty is best served with revenge as stunning in elegance as it is in subtlety. Interwoven is a love story between young Clark and young Lex as they grow from childhood friendship into something more... hot.


Looking-Glass, by Jenn

He'll marry Ashlee Simpson tomorrow in California
* May 16, 2008


Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz and his fiancée Ashlee Simpson will marry tomorrow (May 17) in the garden of Simpson’s parents’ house in Encino, CA.

The pair have reportedly asked guests to dress in dark colours for the occasion, which will see the pair wed in front of around 250 guests.

A large white tent with bright red curtains has been erected in the garden, with a seating area set up “around a fireplace adorned with a cross”, reports usmagazine.com. The tabloid also reports that the pool has been covered to become a seating area.

Wentz and Simpson announced their engagement last month, amid reports that Simpson is pregnant. Tabloids are reporting that she is currently around the four-month mark.

The rehearsal dinner is supposedly due to happen this evening (May 16).

http://www.nme.com/news/tabloid-hell/36675


I'm.. not sure what to make of this.

I read this fic some time ago, but can't find it anywhere. To be honest, I really don't know where to look, so I came here to ask for help.

The team's jumper is trapped (in space?) and it's cold. They need to share sleeping bags and Rodney ends up with Sheppard. Of course, it's McShep so they kinda do it, trying to keep it as silent as possible. I remember that in the morning Ronon notices that McKay looks awfully happy.

Help? Please?

When I wrote my last post about the SVU finale, I hadn't quite finished watching it. I wanted to get my thoughts down before I forgot them. Which means I had a final, angry-making thought about the whole episode that really brought all my issues with it rather to a head.

( More thoughts on the SVU finale and thoughts about yesterday's CSI finale (SPOILERS, YO) )

I really don't know what to say about SPN, other than "knowing" (and I was unspoiled, I just had suspicions) wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough.

I feel like I have a lot I want to say about Grey's Anatomy lately (which is truly the show I love to hate and becomes moreso every week). I feel like they're making this ongoing statement about women that is REALLY PISSING ME OFF. But I'm not sure how to articulate that. Bailey is still awesome. How about that?

So I'm just going to go back to writing Die Hard now. Carry on.

I listened to the Editors cover approximately eleventy billion times today. I love it. I also love Flaschenpost and Frei zu sein (the video isn't too bad either) and Berlin from the single (lol Ideal) and the new site design and the new wallpapers and and and. &IN EXTREMO;

also on repeat is the Hungarian version of A Place Called Home by Ignite. I'm starting to like it unironically. :D:

there was a magpie show this evening. one of them was chasing a cat around in front of the building for maybe half an hour. the poor cat kept trying to sit and ignore it. lol n00b to magpies.

The accusations never went away and Roma are arguably the most abused, derided, discriminated against and maligned group of people in Europe. And they're not ignored in the USA either, with accusations of 'Gypsy gangs' and racial profiling being commonplace. The use of racist terminology abounds, and we don't even think about it: being "gypped" is just one example. This article mentions an old accusation often thrown at Gypsies that of 'stealing babies'... that a crowd applauded this kind of behaviour, the behaviour of alleged 'civilised people' is no less than appalling.

A fellow member of roma_andfriends posted this article to that group, and I thought I'd share with this group.

Italian tolerance goes up in smoke as Gypsy camp is burnt to ground

By Peter Popham in Rome
Friday, 16 May 2008

In cruel and unusual concert, Italy's new government, its police and paramilitary carabinieri, and even its gangsters, have turned their joint might against the nation's enemy number one: the Gypsies.

Yesterday Pope Benedict XVI and a small number of left-wingers raised lonely voices in central Naples against the national hardening of hearts towards Europe's perennial outsiders. To little avail: the Pope's appeal for a spirit of welcome and acceptance was met with a hail of angry rejection in blogged comments on news websites. ( Read more... )

Every single bandom cliche ever, in one fic. Crossover between Mean Girls and Gossip Girl. Ridiculous. Two parts, finished. Part one was posted earlier, but I changed it a little and added part two. Enjoy!


You know you love it.

What do you say to someone... who doesn't understand why he's possibly offended another person (a stranger) by asking him in front of other people on the train "Do you mind if I ask what that is called?" in reference to something the other person is wearing (the piece of clothing is likely attire traditional to his culture).

I got into this discussion with a friend of mine, after he did ask this question to and seemed to offend a man wearing something I think might be from India, as I recognize it as something I've seen worn by my friend's father, who regularly dresses in traditional Indian attire. As soon as he'd finished asking the question, I tensed up because something just felt wrong about it, and I've seen the mistake happen in the past. The man got quiet and seemed embarrassed and annoyed, as he answered. This seemed perfectly understandable to me but I couldn't fully articulate why I thought this was so. My friend completely didn't comprehend why he shouldn't consider his action offensive and why he should not do something like that again in the future. He says he has the right to ask what he wants so that he can learn. Usually he never tries to defend himself against the claim that he has white privilege, so I was suprised, but I guess it's one thing to admit we have a systematic privilege and another to fully understand everything that entails---and thus to take responsibility when you offend someone with an ignorant personal action.

I told him I wanted to put our discussion on hold until I got more information/opinions on people who know better than I do about the topic, because I know I also have white privilege and can't understand this first hand. I could speculate more about this and share what I said to my friend, but instead of trying to believe I really know what I'm talking about for sure, I'll leave the discussions for the the comments? 

edit--- something I should say, I know that this man's reaction isn't representative of how every person of color would feel or respond. And maybe his reaction could have had to do with some other reason, like he was tired or shy. But this is something I've observed happen in the past, and it isn't just this particular case that is troublesome to me as much as it is my friend's reaction to the general context of the situation, in other words not acknowledging why this might be offensive and that there is a time and a place for certain questions.

Dead guy safely stowed away, John's hopeless crush continues. Come and see how it turns out in...

This Mortal Coil - In which reality thumbs its nose at eternal optimism

The following is a very disturbing article about the drugging of INS detainees, which I will repost below. It reminded me of a similar story I heard yesterday on Talk of the Nation about the criminal neglect and low medical "standards" being supplied to people in INS detention. Here is the link to that.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/nation/specials/immigration/cwc_d4p1.html

Some Detainees Are Drugged For Deportation
Immigrants Sedated Without Medical Reason
by Amy Goldstein and Dana Priest | Washington Post Staff Writers
Page A1; May 14, 2008

The U.S. government has injected hundreds of foreigners it has deported with dangerous psychotropic drugs against their will to keep them sedated during the trip back to their home country, according to medical records, internal documents and interviews with people who have been drugged.

The government's forced use of antipsychotic drugs, in people who have no history of mental illness, includes dozens of cases in which the "pre-flight cocktail," as a document calls it, had such a potent effect that federal guards needed a wheelchair to move the slumped deportee onto an airplane.

"Unsteady gait. Fell onto tarmac," says a medical note on the deportation of a 38-year-old woman to Costa Rica in late spring 2005. Another detainee was "dragged down the aisle in handcuffs, semi-comatose," according to an airline crew member's written account. Repeatedly, documents describe immigration guards "taking down" a reluctant deportee to be tranquilized before heading to an airport.
( Read more... )

Title: Gently Down The Stream
Author: danceswithgary (danceswithgary@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 497
Archive: Fine, just let me know
Summary: "Great, we recreated 'The African Queen' just because you tried to explain the concept of 'bogarting' to the sasquatch that consistently steals all the popcorn on team movie night and 'Casablanca' wasn't available."