Las Nubes de Venus

Dear Mr. Eyjafjallajökull
I've got a flight ticket booking to Belfast on Friday morning (return  on Monday), could you be nice enough to stop sneezing for a while.
I'm going to visit a dear friend of mine, gaia_naturae , who is working in North Ireland for a few months, for her birthday and I really, really want to be there to spent the weekend with her and with darkmoona  too.
So be quiet and proper, would you?

  
Second fissure, viewed from the north, on 2 April 2010      MODIS pic, from NASA   (both pictures snagged from Wiki)

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One of the oh-so-many Spanish guest of the hotel I'm staying in has asked me this evening if still nobody has tried to buy me in exchange for some camels. The question is one of the most common jokes about women and North-African countries. But just that you know, the answer is no; no one has try to buy me (although usually they ask to some male companion which in my case it's not possible at all ^^). Although every young Moroccan who has come to talk with me knew all the Barça players, and all of them were in love with Barcelona LOL They even said the classic "FORÇA BARÇA!" Figures...

And for the Criminal Minds fan^^ ansera has initiated a KINK MEME POST, so go there to post a request and answers some of the request in exchange!!! I have some ideas but I know I shouldn't do it^^ Need to finish the cm_exchange fic first!!! (btw, I see some progress, four more scenes and I'm done!!!)

I'm what you could call a tea-girl. I love tea, black strong tea lightly flavoured. Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Ceilan, Darjeeling, English/Irish/Scottish breakfast...   No any of those flowered fruity infusions that some people call wrongly tea,  give me real true tea and I'm a happy girl.
No sugar, no milk, no honey and omg-how-could-you-do-that-to-any-good-tea no saccharine!! Sometimes, a bit of lemon is alright, specially after lunch, but just one slice please.
All that said, since I'd began working at 8 am I stated a new tradition: large hot mug of coffee with just one sugar, please.
I'm not a good coffee drinker, all my purism and traditionalism in tea is nonexistence in coffee. I prefer filtered coffee than espresso, the larger the better. I'm what here in Spain we call "americano"-coffe girl. And I'm grown quite used to drink  my daily mug of coffee (with just one sugar, please) every morning while I switch on the computer, check the email and have small chit chat with my coworkers... It's a really nice routine^^

So when you arrive one morning, being first one to arrive which means that  you make the coffee pot and there's no coffee at all, you really don't know if is better to start crying, kill someone or cut your wrist. Plus you need to answer to each and every one of your coworkers that "no, the pot is not ready because there's no coffee, because the last person doing the pot the day before forgot to tell about the no-coffee-problem" because they all look at you with murderous eyes and it's not your f*cking fault.

Coffee and work issues is really a whole world, sometime I'll write something about that, actually my mind is replaying that same situation on the CM world with the awesome CM characters and LOL, big LOL really^^

And that's been the random fact of the day, no coffee make my coworkers dull coworkers, but at least I had some good Twining's English Breakfast tea.

Todo es culpa de twitter, de verdad.
La señorita perlita_negra  ha twitteado esta mañana que "era una defensora de la masturbación femenina" y yo he pensado, "mira tú que bien, ¡a masturbarnos todas". Porque total, andaba una  ahí aburrida en el trabajo, sólo mirando twitter y facebook y el email y no me enteraba yo de que iba el tema.
Hace un rato he leído su largo y extenso post, donde he entendido que el twitt no ha sido arbitrario por más que me haya hecho sonreír en su momento, sino que tenía una razón de ser. Y dicha razón de ser ha llevado a un cierto debate (más bien monólogo por su parte y por todas las que han ido comentado, incluida yo misma).
Pero como me aburro, y se ve que mi mente anda váyanse ustedes a saber dónde, me ha salido un comentario super-mega-molón, para el que he tenido incluso que sacar mi vieja Biblia y desenpolvar (ja ja) mis conocimientos biblio-related, del cual me he sentido tan a gusto (y augusta) después de postearlo que he decidido compartirlo, después de cierta edición

Jajajajajaaa, este es el tipo de cosas que te hacen sonreír de buena mañana, sobre todo si al abrir tu correo lees: "me masturbé pensando en un cubo de basura porque unas voces me dijeron que lo hiciese"

VAMOS A CREAR UNA FRASE, SIGUE LAS INSTRUCCIONES:

Coge el mes en que naciste:

Enero: Bailé con; Febrero: Amé a; Abril: Me acosté con; Marzo: Me masturbé pensando en; Mayo: Le arreé una patada a; Junio: Quise casarme con; Julio: Le canté el Aserejé a; Agosto: Tuve una cena romántica con; Septiembre: Me lancé salvajemente sobre; Octubre: Me baje los pantalones delante de; Noviembre: Le grité a; Diciembre: Me alejé corriendo de

Coge el día (el número) que naciste:

1: Un clip; 2: Un monstruo peludo y unicejo; 3: Un teléfono con el politono de las Supremas de Móstoles; 4: Un cazo de servir Sopa; 5: Un mafioso; 6: Una japonesa; 7: Un viejo verde; 8: Tu padre; 9: El novio de mi mejor amiga; 10: Una ardilla; 11: Un mp3; 12: Un pepino; 13: José María Aznar; 14: Un animal de peluche; 15: Una gaviota; 16: Una lechuga; 17: Tu madre; 18: Carmen de Mairena; 19: Un champiñón Gigante; 20: Un calcetín sudado; 21: Un pez de colores; 22: Un bebe; 23: Un bombero; 24: Mi vecin@ cachond@; 25: Un bate de béisbol; 26: Un cubo de basura; 27: Un preservativo usado; 28: Mi profesor más odiado: 29: Un rotulador permanente; 30: Un libro de Kamasutra; 31: Un árbol en un parque lleno de niños.

Coge el color de la camiseta que llevas ahora mismo:

Blanco: Porque tengo cierto retraso mental; Negro: Porque le quiero mucho como la trucha al trucho; Marrón: Porque acababa de cortar con tu Gato; Desnudo: Porque mis pezones estaban horny horny; Rosa: Porque llegaba tarde al casting de OT; Rojo: Porque unas voces me dijeron que lo hiciese; Azul: Porque soy sexy sexy sexy, y hago lo que me da la gana; Verde: Porque quería olvidar a ZP; Violeta: Porque tu olor corporal me obligó; Gris: Porque soy gay/lesbiana; Amarillo: Porque alguien me dijo que lo hiciese a cambio de sexo; Naranja: Porque le/la confundí con un T-REX; Otros: Porque así soy yo

AHORA ENVIASELO A TODOS TUS AMIGOS PONIENDO EN EL ASUNTO LA FRASE QUE TE SALIO. INCLUSO MANDASELO AL QUE TE LO ENVIO y asi nos reiremos

OMG!That's just hilarius.
I'm trying to fill on-line my details on London City University to apply for a MSc, and I need to choose a title. Ok, that's easy, it's Miss, one of the good things about filling this application is that they are all the same. But then, when I look at the different options of titles,that what I've found:

Mr.
Mrs.
Miss
Ms.
Dr.

that are the usual ones, but there's more^^

Madamoioselle (why in french??... I don't understand it, maybe it's a british thing)
Professor ( I didn't know it was title, no like Dr at least XDDD )
Squadron Leader (WTF!!! lol XDD like in Star Wars!!)
Captain (¡¡!!)
Viscount (ooohhh... yes please!)
Lord (Malfoy! ok, sorry, I've reading a fic about the Malfoys being lords XDD)

Now I have a strong temptation to log me as Squadron Leader XDDD, I'll try as Lord but i don't thing it can be used for women...

Anyway, it's just that it's surprised me^^ On a good way, indeed.

Porque YouTube lo vale y el Reno Renardo es la risa (y no le notáis un acentillos peculiar en las "as"?)



La canción original es Camino a Soria, de Gabinete Caligari.

( Letra original )