Las Nubes de Venus

So about the Nanowrimo? I'm just gonna say one word: fuck!

I blame fanfiction for my high expectation in finding love.
But I specially blame fanfiction on my high expectations in finding "the love of my life" working as a barista in a nice coffee shop.

Every single time a I go for a caffè on a coffee shop (and here I'm talking about a coffee shops that serves you more than your overall espresso, caffè with milk -yes, in Spain we have this, a latte is a different story- and "cortados") I expect to find that gorgeous man that smiles to me and decides to prepare me a different brewing different to what I asked for because "I'm gonna like it", or something like that. And yes, of course, I would come back for more coffees and we'd fall madly in love and have puppies, babies and roses.

And that's why I hate fanfiction sometimes.



First, we don't have that many "nice coffee shops" here in Spain (even in Barcelona!), we are more plain-cafeteria-kind. We have Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts and a few coffee shops that really know how to make a capuccino, a latte, or a real cafe mocha. Then we don't have "baristas" persé, we have a bunch of kids working part time while they are studying. And obviously they don't have imaginative people that makes you from the scratch a new mixed caffè just for you.

So yeah, I blame fanfiction. And now I might or might no be planing on going on a coffee shop hunting. I'm not probably going to find the love of my life but I seriously hope to find a place where they prepare a mean "caffè mocha with soy milk and no cream, thank you very much", damnit!

Oh! And all this rambling comes from my late yesterday night reading, the every fandom needs a coffee shop AU fic. And so far in Star Trek AOS this is Common Grounds (Summary: Modern day AU. Leonard McCoy tries online dating. A story of coffee, printing, and the Internet.) And of cousse never forget about the beautiful-but-I-hate-that-this-never-happens-to-me Inception coffee shop AU: I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York) (Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.)

So, coffee anyone? ;)

Sigh... I've been neglecting LJ so much lately. But really, I blame my muse(or the lack of her) and tumblr!
For once, my muse has been kicking my ass and I've been struggling so much with the dream_exchange , thankfully she's back and I'm on writing mood and it's all working all right.
I've also been avoiding Lj because... well, if I can't write I punish myself with no reading time either.
And then there's tumblr and if you have a tumblr account you know what I mean, and if you don't avoid it like the devil itself, because really, it suck your whole soul...

OH! Por cierto... participantes del aisinfronteras ,  ¿cómo llevamos los fics/arts? Que sepáis que os quedan 3 semanas y 5 días, ¿eh? ¿Eeh? ¿Eeeeeh?

Hace unas semanas (mes y algo quizás) me crucé por casualidad con el maravilloso mundo del fandom futbolero. En inglés, en castellano, en catalán... ¡da igual! El hecho es que existe y había estado hasta ese momento totalmente desconocido por mi.
En ese momento escribí un post en plan "OMG! Fics de hottie playes!!! Squeeeee!!!", un post que nunca fue publicado por mi absoluta pereza y la muerte inesperada de Starsky The Second (mi difunto ordenador). Oh I still could have published that post, ahí está guardado en mi Gdocs pero una vez  pasa la novedad, ¿qué gracia tiene?
Y luego vino el Mundial de Fútbol, y el hecho de que odio publicar desde mi Snowy (mi mini Netbook) porque Quito (mi laptop) lleva en coma desde hace meses al negarme por el momento a pagarle la operación de cambio de hard-drive... Pero en fin.  Que ahora ya no viene al caso. Cuando practicamente me he leído en primera ronda todo fic de los ships que me han llamado la atención la emoción se desinfla...
Ahora escribo esto desde el recién nacido Starsky The Third, y estando a punto de iniciar mi segunda ronda de lectura fandomera, con La Roja en simifinales y el cabreo que llevo por todo el tema del Estatut y de la bipolaridad mental que sufrimos en Catalunya con algunos temas (futbol-política-nacionalismo) he decidido que sudo de ponerme al día de todos los post que me había dicho a mi mima que escribiría (uno por cada uno de los tres temas anteriormente citados). Más que nada porque me conozco, y aunque ya veo las cosas un poco más en frío, a vistas de la manifestación del Sábado (Som una Nació, nosaltres decidim)  prefiero no soltarme porque sinceramente, sólo sirve para cabrearme más.

Sooooo... PC nuevo, La Roja (sí, la selección española) se enfrenta mañana a Alemania en semifinales (miedo me da, por más que diga el pulpo Paul), el sábado a la mani (a la mierda mi finde playero de panching en Sitges pero el deber es el deber y si aprobé con mi voto ese Estatut tengo derecho a protestar por el recorte sufrido) y ya aguantaremos los chaparrones que vendrán (porque vendrán) a base de abstracción fanfiquera, total ahora sigo un fandom más así que algo habrá siempre para leer.

After an stressful day shopping at Ikea (because even if you already know what do you want you still have to do several cues and fight for space and fight for the clerk' s attention  and in the end you don't know if it should be better to kill yourself or kill everybody else), working on the flat and doing more shopping in Diagonal Mar, the best way to relax is just to sit down, have a drink and get  someone (in that case, my mother) to buy  you a pair of nice shoes. The accomplishment feeling is even greater if we are talking here about a pair of Clarks just for 19€ when the original price was 79€. I really love the opportunities Corte Inglés next to my parents house.
Exactly this model, but in a dark shade of grey. Beautiful and chip!

I enrolled a few weeks ago on the British Council Proficiency course (so I might try to pass the test this next  March) and so far so good.
The classes are great, we are a small group, around nine or ten people,  we're all above the 20, and the teacher is absolutely hilarious.
I just have a complain, and it's a big one because It's something that I usually associate with the British culture, and who is a better representative of that apart of the British Council?

I'm talking about tea, folks.

I know you might think it's all nonsenses, but it is not! Not for me at least. I'm not asking for the better or most expensive English blend tea, not at all. But I think I'm not asking too much for something better than the Hacendado tea from Mercadona.
Come on! Do you have an idea about how f*cking expensive are the course there!??? Let me tell you something, my credit card feels violated. And they are in one of the most expensive, posh and high-class towns of Barcelona. So I think they could buy PG-tips  or Tetley that even if it's crap-tea, at least it's british-crap-tea and it's sold in Mercadona too.

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.

Twice a year an incommensurable fear overwhelm me, both times mark a very particular event: seasonal clothes relocation.
Pack and put away winter or summer clothes till next year and get out the contrary seasonal clothes from the boxes I packed them the previous year, so I can keep them in the wardrobe.
An absolute nightmare.
Oh the horror, oh the fear!! The doom of my days!

I've just watched the first episode of Flashforward, so far so good. They've picked up my attention and I don't dislike any character with just one episode (on the contrary!) so it looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
People is saying all around the net  that  FW is the new Lost, I really hope that's not the case. I'm not the biggest Lost fan and I don't have any problem or shame about telling or writing that (ei! I'm in my own right to have a different opinion, you know).
I'm crossing fingers for a better TV show and hopefully with coherent script-writers that won't go on and on and on and on just for the good audiences as has happened to a bunch of promising series. One amazing season, maybe two and a perfect ending, am I asking for too much? I suppose you could say that... But ei, a girl can wish!
What I'm enjoying more about that show is how Cuatro is working just one episode behind from the US, and that's pretty cool. So tank you very much and let's hope Flasforwar doesn't fail all the great expectations people is giving it.

By the way, Demetri didn't have any vision of his own-6-months-in-the-futur-self because his soul is reecarnating a lot forward in the futur, around the XXIII century, on the body of a well known Lt. Hikari Sulu LOL

I'm sick (again)... I know I've got a problem, virus/bacterias/all-kind-of-nasty-little-stuff just seems to love me (well, they love my body, it seems I play a nice house-bacteria, sweet...).
That means I have lot of time to spent on the sofa watching the ten season SG-1 pack that my mom bought for Christmas. 
Can you believe I started by season 9? Why? Well dears, because there's Cameron Mitchell, so there's so much love!!!
Ok, I started to re-watch the series around Christmas (I just have more free time now) and I re-discovered the whole SG1 fandom. With SGA I didn't have any problem: watched the first and second seasons and fell in love with the Sheppard/McKay friendship ans Sheppard/Dex sex so it was all nice and great in my mind. And fandom had lots of fics to read.
But with SG1 it wasn't the same, at lest not the fist time I checked  the fandom. There weren't any ships that pick my interest up (because no, I just can't see the Jack/Daniel factor, not in a love-sex relationship at least). But this time it was quite different, because "beware, here are Cam Mitchell" and Cam Mitchell is sex. An l kind of like him having sex with Daniel, and it seems the fandom in general agrees with me. So there's so much love and fun! And I am in a full squeeee mood (minus the awful stomach-flu, but that's no really important)

And all this nonsenses to say that lately I've felt tired of to much Harry Potter fic/fandon/etc. I've spent years only reading fics about HP, and I think I've reached the limit. I suppose that's the reason in the last few months I've started reading about several other fandoms, like Smallville, DC-comics (with or without the crossover with Smallville), SG-A and just recently SG-1.
It's refreshing, and there's so much to read about! Especially for a fast--I-can't-stop--reader like  me.

So yes, I'm sick and I feel awful but there's a new whole fandom out there!