amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder, looking down and laughing (mulder laugh)
( Mar. 21st, 2013 11:23 pm)
Today, when we went to Walmart to buy ink cartridges, Leigh discovered that The Hobbit was out on DVD. So we went to the movie rental store and borrowed it for the night. (Yes, we have a meatspace movie store we can drive to where they hand us physical DVDs. Also we rent movies from there. It really is the dark ages up here.)

Anyway, Leigh and I watched it tonight. We liveblogged it as we watched on our tumblrs. You can read all of my posts here and hers are here.

I don't think we said anything interesting. I displayed an unfortunate affection for Smaug's eyeball and the specter of fire-roasted kale, though.
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Molly Hooper, being awesome in a Christmas jumper.. (molly)
( Mar. 16th, 2013 12:43 am)
It is possible to experience watching The Reichenbach Fall viscerally, and by viscerally I mean my actual stomach hurts. At least I didn't cry this time? Wait, I'm crying now, it's apparently a delayed fucking reaction.

Anyway, Leigh and I rewatched both serieses this week. If you don't follow me on tumblr, my random thoughts as we did so are:

here: ASIP & TBB
here: TGG
here and here: THoB
here: TRF

I didn't write any notes on Tumblr for ASiB because I was too busy being in love with Irene Adler.

...OK, seriously, I just changed my icon from my default to the one of Sherlock on the couch and now I'm crying again. Changing it to Molly...there, not crying, just thinking about how I need a better Molly icon.
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, reading and looking surprised. (sherlock reading)
( Feb. 23rd, 2013 12:28 am)
I am worried my home is about to be home to a ship war.

My wife is so desperate for fic that she's reading John/Lestrade.

She keeps reading me bits.

Having showed her this post: "Not on purpose! It's coming up by accident!" So she says.

[Disclaimer: obviously I think shipwars are ridiculous and people can ship what they want and I kind of view the extent to which I OTP in my fandoms and hyperventilate about the ~~mere possibility~~ of alternate pairings to be a moral deficiency. But still. Traitor.]


Under Isk's direction this afternoon, he, Leigh, and I put on a play. I was the bad guy, Leigh was the princess, and he was "the pretty detective."

...I deny all responsibility for that.
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder looking intrigued, with the text "Hello, internet porn." (porn)
( Jan. 12th, 2013 11:31 pm)
I have a headache, my neck hurts, and I am totally failing at writing porn right now.

On the upside, my wife is reading me banter from Mystrade fics from the couch. (Why do I hate that portmanteau so much less than Johnlock? I cannot explain this.)

OK. I'm going to find an appropriate playlist on my computer, turn the music up as loudly as I can that will not wake Mr. Cranky Pants Who Waltzed Into Our Room At Seven-Thirty AM To Explain Why He Wants To Go To Disney World (if he were only a little older it would have involved bullet points, it was an excellent presentation), and some cock is getting sucked, or else.

ETA: Dear Autocorrect, a) fellated is so a word b) changing it to felted is very, very funny, but don't do that.
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, reading and looking surprised. (sherlock reading)
( Dec. 30th, 2012 12:10 am)
Leigh: I realized that I already read this one, but I liked it, so I'm going to read it again.

Amal: Welcome to fandom, honey.
amalnahurriyeh: Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, "thinking." (sherlock couch)
( Dec. 11th, 2012 11:31 am)
I have spent the past two days HIDING from an email in my inbox. Even leaving my inbox open, with the little "Inbox (1) - [meatspace name@...]" tab sitting there at the top of the page, taunting me. It was interview question responses for work. I don't know WHY it was making me anxious to think about reading it, but lordy, it was.

I just opened it. The responses are fine. My interviewee made a request about how I use the data that is kind of a bummer (leads to no immediate CV line for me), but is totally within hir rights, and the long term potential for the data is still there. See, self? Nothing to be scared of!

Sigh. Oh, brains.


I honestly don't know if my Yuletide story is done. There's one scene from the outline not completed. I have no idea what goes in that scene. (Well, I know what goes in it *structurally.* I have no idea what the content is.) I can't tell if it's necessary. Sigh. I hate this stage of writing.


SCENE: Amal is sitting in the TV room, charging her phone and poking it.

Leigh enters from the living room, shuffling in wearing the bathrobe she is wearing around the house because it's cold, and which she has started referring to as her "dressing gown" because she thinks it sounds more civilized to wear a dressing gown around the house. (It is the bathrobe from this picture. It is not a dressing gown.)

Leigh: How come you didn't tell me we were moving into the den?
Amal: I said, "Oh, I have to go charge my phone," stood up, picked up my phone and computer, and left the room. Ten minutes ago.
Leigh: Really? I thought you were just going to the bathroom.
Amal: *narrows her eyes* I was in Dublin yesterday.
Leigh: Shut up.


Isk wrote a recipe today.

A Surprise Cake Funny

One Killed Cow
Two Eggs
One Live Chicken
A Person
A Piece of Paper
One Killed Chicken

Directions: EAT IT.

My boy. I'm so...proud?
amalnahurriyeh: XF: Scully from the episode Pusher. (scully pusher)
( Oct. 25th, 2012 04:45 pm)
Major downside to getting your wife an AO3 account:

getting to the end of your yuletide signup and getting a message that reads, "Thanks, [ profile] leigh_nahurriyeh! Your Yuletide Signup has been processed!"

Ffff. Now I need to type all that again...

amalnahurriyeh: XF: Mulder looking intrigued, with the text "Hello, internet porn." (porn)
( Oct. 24th, 2012 11:14 pm)
Said to my wife while we both lay in bed reading fic:

Amal: I hate when the tags on a fic are just a list of sexual acts. I don't care HOW they fuck. I just care a) that they fuck, and b) that there are ~~feelings.~~


amalnahurriyeh: XF: Plastic Flamingo from Acadia, with text "bring it on." (Default)
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