That other theme was cramping my style

Seriously. It made me NOT want to write or post anything. Plus, the shades of gray were also depressing me. I’ll see how this one works out for the next few days. If not, I’m going back to that other them I had before.

ETA: A custom header.

Also, this blog template allows a TypeKit package: the hottest thing in webdesign since sliced bread (or CSS, rather) so I’ll play around with that is the coming days.  Bear with me.  After that, I’ll try to get some writing done.


HA! Nuff said!

Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test…

The True Fan

OOC is blasphemy, canon is everything.

Once you fall in love with a movie, book or TV series, you are loyal like an old dog. You take fanfiction quite serious and use it as a substitute after the canon ran out.

You are probably a walking dictionary of your favourite fandom and you are picky about what you write and read. The closer to the “real thing” fanfiction is, the more you like it.

You rather explore a character in all depth, see new sides and learn more about them than creating new characters or mix up the situations they are in.

Take The Fan Fiction Personality Test at OkCupid

Still the prettiest

So, apparently, as you can see, there is STILL no writing going on here.  Yes, I am on that break that I threatened you with.  However, that doesn’t stop me from trolling the Internets in search of photo’s of my boyfriend (you heard that right, my boyfriend, my ONLY boyfriend.  Lord, I so hate men right now… long, boring story that I won’t bother you with.)


You know, there is a funny observation that I have always noticed about The Quinto and women.  Have you ever noticed that 9 times out of 10 the women he happens to be taking a photo with are, like, gazining at him adoringly.

Well, yes, of course, he is beyond gorgeous, but I mean, look at them… here, here, here, and especially here… see what I mean?  GAZING ADORINGLY… as if he’s made out of bacon dipped in chocolate drizzled with butter.

But is The Quinto really more gorgeous than the thousand or so other gorgeous men in the world? (Yes!) but the women seem ESPECIALLY happy to be standing next to him for some reason.  He probably possesses an awesome personality, or smells really good, or has excellent manners, or has some sort of charisma mojo going on up under all that butter.

But ladies, here’s a clue… when a guy that you want grips you by the shoulder when he puts his arm around you (and The Quinto is the master of the shoulder grip, I’ve noticed) it is a sure sign that he is simply your friend.  However, if he goes for the waist, you are home free… go ahead, plan the wedding!

The Diary of T’Pring of Vulcan

New Year’s Resolutions


Eat chocolate

Bitch about Starfleet Academy, The Federation, and Spock

Waste credits on courses to improve self as is pointless since only viewed as female mating receptacle

Get annoyed with mother, father, brother, Sarek, Amanda, and T’Pau

Sulk over having no available husband or mate within 10 light years

Sulk (as human emotion and therefore ridiculous)

Obsess over Stonn as is pathetic to have crush on male who is not all that  pretty


Eat something other than plomeek soup… and chocolate

Arrange my hair in more becoming fashion

Stop wearing tin foil dresses and investigate the new fashion trends

Learn to be more assertive, confident, and logical


110 lbs (but post Surek’s Day ritual fast, so OK) Plomeek units:  3; Chocolate units: 23

January 1. Noon.  Downtown Shi’Kahr: my flat. Ugh!  The last thing on Vulcan I feel like doing is beaming over to Amanda and Sarek’s house for New Year’s Day Plomeek curry buffet.  Am pretty sure there is no such thing on Vulcan as New Year’s Day or Plomeek curry, but Amanda is human and therefore has ridiculous notions in head.

I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours

Since Kirsty shared a photo of her work space, I thought I’d show you mine.

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Yes, pretty sad and uninspiring for a writer.  I should be looking out on to a field full of wildflowers, but no, my window (behind me) looks out onto a parking lot, full of horrible-ass children… making noise!

Here’s an up close look at the infamous mouse pad.

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My aunt was on The Mall on inauguration day and she got it for me.  People were selling “everything”, she said.  The reason I say that it’s not kosher is because that photo was in Essence magazine, and I’m pretty sure the photographer wouldn’t have licensed his work “to sell for a couple of bucks by the side of the road”.

So, writers… show me what you got!

ETA:  Look at this cool post I found at the Morning Passages Blog!  OK, I am now going to change my blah work space to reflect more if “me”.

Yes, Candace, there is a Santa Claus

And by Santa Claus, I mean me.

So, like I mentioned in the comments (WHAT?  You don’t read the comments?  Heck, that’s how I generally get myself into trouble… flushed from all those nice things that people say… I end up promising my readers just about anything)

So, like I mentioned in the comments… I think that A Brief Encounter needs to be a trilogy.  There needs to be a beginning, a middle, and an ending.

Let’s look at that again and break it down, shall we?

1.  Beginning = A Brief Encounter.

2.  The Ending =  The Fundamental Things Apply

3.  The Middle = In Between Logic and Longing

Warning: PG-13 for Language.

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The Fundamental Things Apply: The sequel to A Brief Encounter (Part 1 of 2)

…OR:  where Teresa AF tries to get back on your good side by writing the “I hope you are finally happy” Edition.

Author’s note: The action of this story takes place immediately after the events in Star Trek: The Motion Picture.  If you are not familiar with that plot, might I suggest you read this “brief” summary before proceeding.  Enjoy!

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