December 18th, 2003

Photo - leaves

party; dream.

party

well, it was actually quite nice. laura and naomi (jemma and becky's friends) did come, bearing their pizzas; hence, we had rather a lot of plates of sandwiches (think four) between three of us, plus sausage rolls and crisps (which - ha! - did get eaten) and the cake that i made (more on that later) and rice krispie cakes, amongst others. so needless to say there are lots left... anyway, we played that game where you stick a post-it on someone's head, and then have to guess who you've got on your own head. (i ended up as madonna - and no, i did not cheat - and jim carrey respectively...) after that the party sort of disbanded to jemma's room, so me and vicky and the other laura went to vicky's room and drank what remained of the alcohol. and watched "stitch - the movie", which is apparently hilarious at 2am when you're drunk... (hence, most of the comments i replied to last night happened in a semi-tipsy state...)

anyway. the cake. well, the chocolate cake worked better than the other one, but they both sank (which is partially the fault of the oven, i realise, since the gas marks aren't labelled so i'm pretty much guessing where gas mark four is...) i put the chocolate one on the bottom, spread it liberally with vimto jam and chocolate fudge (which was rather thick because it's meant to cover and fill a cake, not just fill it) and then put the vanilla cake on top of that and the remains of the fudge. then i set about making satin icing for the First Time Ever.

amazingly, it worked. it was a little dry, but after some liberal kneading and punching it all stuck together. then i tried to dye it red. oh dear. oh dear, oh dear. see, we have this paste food colouring, which is marvellous stuff. but have you ever tried colouring icing that you've already mixed? remember when you tried to make orange plasticine at school from red and yellow by blending it? think along those lines... in the end i got a sort of dark salmon pink that looked red enough to be red. and i looked like i'd committed a bloody and horrific murder with my bare hands...

they're still very slightly pink, to be honest. anyway, then began the very fun task of trying to roll it out. suspecting it might dye the table, i tried icing-sugaring my cutting board. it stuck tot he cutting board. same was true of tinfoil. eventually i managed to spread it out on clingfilm, but by this stage it had dried out, so i'd added water which made it go gloopy so i had to add more icing sugar and the kitchen looked like it had been snowed on, and get it on the top of the cake. except it was too dried out to cover the whole thing, so it ended up with a sort of... hat... of icing.

then i decorated it (the best bit) with mini-meringues and writing icing and made it very pretty.

the general concensus was that it was a) edible and b) rather nice. so that's something... picture of the cake and the table coming later...

moving on.

dream

it's been a while since i had a good vivid (and bizarre) dream to type up. parts of this i barely remember, and parts i remember very well indeed (you won't be surprised by which parts, trust me...) and it left me feeling alternately warm and fuzzy and utterly terrified...

what i remember of the beginning is lisa and bart simpson, very briefly. also showers. and the playing of CDs. this section did have a plot, of sorts, but i only remember fragments of it now. but i do remember that bart and lisa turned up right at the end of the first section, which led into the next section by the fact that they were both servants in a grand house, and their job was to clean the showers...

the next section was the servants. there was a mixed bunch of them. the 'leader', or the one who seemed to be ordering the rest around, anyway, looked a lot like my heather character from the first novel-that-never-was, only... more bossy... there was also an old butler/gardener type person of the riff-raff sort of appearance, and other maids, etc, one of whom was me. except this was one of those dreams where i was alternately watching it, or jumping from character to character, so for a while i was one of the maids, and briefly i was the leader character. oh, and there was also a bloke who looked like westley from the princess bride, who seemed to be the love interest for the heather-character... wow, this was more confusing than i thought...

anyway, the guy who ran the house was ranting completely randomly that his rooms were Private, and that the staff shouldn't have gone in there without his permission (despite being told to clean everywhere...) - and the heather character, it seemed, had a temper as volatile as her master's, so they were arguing about it, and he said that "the house is my place!", to which she said that the garden and grounds were theirs, to which he slammed the door. so she locked him out of the garden.

then the house and garden started to look exactly like my nan's old house, and all of the servants were living in the garden shed... and they were rapidly running out of food. shades of orphan eyes, i feel... anyway, it was one of the maid's birthdays - the one i was 'playing', it seemed - and her other half was on his way to bring gifts and more food. at this stage, i start to think possibly this maid was buffy, because when the person turned up, it was, of course, spike.

he came with the following: a carrier bag, containing (apparently) the kittenspike picture (*ahem*) and various cards from family, etc, and two fresh chickens for the people to eat. as you do. and then the person-who-i-was-who-was-possibly-buffy was hugging spike to death because they'd missed each other. i wonder, is it wrong i can still remember exactly how cuddly james marsters was? ;)

anyway, since he was staying (well, obviously...) they were trying to sort out sleeping arrangements (if the person was buffy, it seems a rather pointless exercise... :D) then there was this very, very bizarre section where the guy who looked like westley was watching possible-buffy-person and spike snuggling in the back garden (aw...) and being jealous because the heather-character wasn't as willing to snuggle. or something. it was odd, anyway.

but cuddling spike was nice ;)

after that... oh, yes. i was dawn, or somebody dawn-like, and i was in a car with a bloke who looked like danny de vito, and i was testing him on hair-styling tips. very weird. he was doing rather well, frighteningly enough. and then i noticed that we were driving towards the NEC, and that it was the beginning of december, which meant we were going to the clothes show...

we got there and then danny de vito turned into spike again (now the thought of spike and dawn going to the clothes show is making me giggle. i may actually have to turn that into a fic...)

and then it got very scary... there was some mad woman there who seemed to have it in for me and everyone else there. i remember her hacking some girl's hair off who was getting a style done at the show, and then there was this very disturbing section where she was attacking me and i had to get the scissors off her and cut off her fingers...

meep.

but yeah, that was it. can still envisage cuddling spike, which is in turn very nice and unspeakably cruel to my psyche. gah. i need to read some fluff, now...
Photo - leaves

well, someone has a brain...

so. "chosen". cuts and minor rants thereof shortly, after this announcement, for anyone that missed it: as of 16th january, the entire of season 7 will be shown again, weekly, with late night uncut repeats. so, hurrah for someone being sensible... (i get the impression, more often than not, that there is one single solitary geek on the scheduling team...)

right, so, the cuts were, as i wrote them down:

1) last night, for starters, i'm pretty sure they cut the first saying "that bitch..." to spike. not that important, but annoying nonetheless.

2) when she 'split' caleb, we only saw the upward motion. it was meant to be buffy slamming the scythe between his legs, his wide-eyed expression of horror, and then the upward slice. and here's the really stupid thing - they kept angel saying "okay, now i'm pissed" - and, in fact, much of the other cursing throughout that was too hard to cut. more on that later...

3) the conversation between robin and faith was severely cut, too. during the whole "i am so much prettier than you" thing, there was a whole section missed out. faith was supposed to say "that was rock 'em, sock 'em!" (in response to the sex...), and then they cut robin's truly fantastic, "don't get me wrong, it was nice enough, and you're very... uh... 'enthused'..." or whatever it was. i'd go to buffyworld to get the exact quote, but yeah, it was missed out. annoying, though not exactly vital...

4) the final battle was cut lots, too, i imagine, but from what i specifically remember, i think they edited the stabbing-of-buffy somewhat. i'm pretty sure that we actually saw the sword going through her and then out again before, rather than just the wound.

5) anya. it was a blink-and-you-miss it moment to begin with, so quick they shouldn't really have had to cut it at all. but cut it, they did, so we didn't see anya getting sliced in half. in fact, the only way we would have known anya had died would be from the shot of her lying on the ground, and xander's conversation with andrew at the end.

6) and here's where my point about the cursing comes in: they cut spike's truly fantastic "oh, bollocks..." as the amulet does its thing. i really wish they'd left that in. it seems like a very insignificant line, really, but the fact that it's there at all is to remind us that it's spike, and even when he's saving the world, he doesn't change... :)

frell, i miss spike. :( am going to have to watch season 4 of angel... am also regrettably going to have to write the post-chosen fic. bugger.

i think i'll type up the plan for that, actually... then you can all talk me out of it...

much of what i said about 'chosen' the last time still holds - though i'm more coherent this time - but here's a little more i noticed... firstly, that standing-on-opposite-sides-of-the-room thing is still very cruel, but it's spawned so much missing-scene fic i probably shouldn't complain. the other buffy/spike scene seemed so much better this time around - and i'm going to have to make an icon of the angel doodle, because it's so funny...

the final battle - the entire ending, in fact - seemed so much more poignant this time. maybe because i wrote the counterpoint fic having not seen it for ages, and it seemed to fit. i don't know. but anyway, i whimpered muchly at the 'i love you' and spike burning up never fails to get to me anyway, not because it's spike (although that's part of it; they always kill the best ones. bastards.) but because it just makes me think about what he sacrifices, and more importantly, what he didn't get a chance to sacrifice. the fact that even when he's on the brink of death he puts buffy first and the fact that, my god, she so doesn't deserve it.

*sigh. mutters* i could go on and on about this; watching 'end of days' yesterday only made it worse. i've been totally on spike's side since 'crush', so i suppose i'm biased...

oh, and the bit with robin's "surprise..." - the look on faith's face. it's so much a "you bastard..." expression. :D

anyway. i'll stop. here's the plan of the fic, cut for your convenience. all are entitled to comment except falling_softly, on a matter of principle. :P

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you can kill me now :)

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