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Party time again!

Hi folks! *waves*

Time is flying by, isn't it? It's that time of a year again - I'm getting older. In this case, I'm turning 55 on October 9, which used to be an important thing, back under the old regime. Women could retire at the age of 55 back then. So I've decided to ignore all that fantastic headway we've supposedly made towards democracy in the last two decades and enter my virtual retirement, blithley overlooking the fact that I'll have to work another 7 or 8 or only God knows how many years.

So, let's party! Last years virtual birthday party yielded 742 comments on 6 pages, which won't be easy to top, but we're good, aren't we? WE CAN DO IT! So, let's give it a try! In the recent years, it has always been great fun, so let's have fun again!

You're all cordially invited to help yourself to a slice of virtual Dobos Cake recipe - it's my absolute favourite, although I never managed to get it as good as my Garnny used to.

Cheers!

Note: The party will be closed on October 9, at midnight, sharp. Join us and have fun!

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No, you weren't in that discussion - Ithilwen and I talked about it when she was here last week. But yeah, I think the Battle of Five Armies will fill 90 per cent of the film, and the Dwarves will be bumbling idiots.
Sorry - lack of brain, partly due to lack of sleep and it being late here. :)

Too true, given what they did with Gimli.

They have cast someone as Thranduil - but somehow I expect that he will be portrayed as evil, although it depends if they want him to be involved in whatever the battle with the Necromancer turns out to be... although if they need someone for that I expect it is more likely to be Legolas. :(

In whose eyes? She has a face like those amateur actresses that played overworked serving wenches in old communist propaganda films, and stupidity practically radiated from her dumb facial expression.

I've just rewatched "The Stolen Earth", and the scene in which she appeared out of nowhere with that big, badass gun looked ridiculous, and she like a cheap biker whore.

LADIES AND ANY POSSIBLE GENTLEMEN WHO MIGHT JOIN THE FUN LATER, WE'VE JUST COLLAPSED THE FIRST COUPLE OF THREADS! Yay! Now for new threads, so that we can make to the next page ASAP!

*does the happy dance*

Weeell, they can't turn him evil without antagonizing the Leggy fangirls (although those probably have long wandered off to other fandoms). But since Orli has supposedly been cast, it can be that he'll be the hero as opposed to his evil father - who knows?

I don't remember exactly but I remember a lot of it from the reviews of Doctor Who and just general comments on tv about her - very chavvy, but it is apparently considered attractive - after she left Doctor who she was in something called Secret Diary of A Call Girl or something along those lines and there were a lot of comments about it and her.

I don't understand it either

Indeed, although I suppose some of them will probably wander back when the film comes out... :S

Yay! \o/

Producing tons of *really* bad fanfic...

Mmm...that cake does look good! Happy Birthday!

Happy first day of Birthday Party! Mmm I love Dobos Torte but could never make it myself. It's meant to be eaten at an old fashioned cafe :)

Happy early birthday then.

You do realize of course that time differences mean Oct 9 midnight sharp doesn't quite have the same meaning as before thanks to the internet. And wouldn't it technically be closed Oct 10?

That's hard to beat, so I'm forced to cheat and send two into the race

It's very tasty indeed. Good to have you back on board, Jillian, I was starting to get worried. What have been up to in the last six or eight months or so? Is everything all right on your end of the conection?

Yeah, it is - unfortunately, they no longer get it right. They use common biscuit for it, and it simply isn't the same if not done the right way.

Thanks for dropping in. The more, the merrier. How's your writing going? Anything on your plate before the November turn of

picowrimo?

Yeah, I know, but does it truly matter? It's my party, my time zone - and if someone is behind me a couple of hours, they still can post until it's midnight in theirs. *g*

Some people just have a weird taste, I guess... ;)

Okay, I can't let the ball in your court and counter your double attack with one of my own: manliness compared with extreme</iy cuteness, aka: Sir Lancelot.

Yep, it does. :)

Yes, but it will also hopefully attract or attract back some good writers as well :)

Since I look like a Hobbit anyway, I thought I'd follow their custom and give away birthday presents to my party guests. The first one is for

stevie_carroll: a snippet from the introduction to my original sci-fi verse Windswept. Stevie, I hope you like the new version better!

Excerpt:
Dr. Paul Avakum, the most gifted engineer of his generation, not only on Earth alone but on all the human colonies, stood brooding on the observations deck of Skylab 273, a small communications satellite in stationary orbit above the domed city of Utopia Planitia, one of the semi-independent Mars Colonies. He looked out to the ceaseless activity at Orbital Station Ares: the oldest, biggest, most sophisticated shipyard in the entire solar system.

That was the place where the future of mankind began. Where the great colony ship Windswept, the cradle of a new world was being built. Dr. Avakum had been one of the initiatiors of this ambitious programme. He had been one of the creators of the new engines, made for endurance rather than for advanced speed – as time played only a minor role in this endeavour – and had followed the construction of the ship for the last eight years.

It was slow, patient work that required great attention to each and every minute detail; even with he current level of technology, the smallest mistake could have caused the complete failure of the project. Dr. Avakum bore the responsibility that no such mistakes happened – not alone, of course, but ultimately, he was the one overlooking everything – and the ship could leave the solar system on schedule.

This was the height of mankind’s expansion period, during which he nations of Earth had learned to unite their resources for grand, shared goals. The solar system was already populated to its limits, and humanity was about to make their first brave steps towards the conquering of nearby stars.

But none of those plans was braver, more determined than the one Dr. Avakum and his co-workers had conceived and set on its way. A dream, seemingly too far-fetched to become reality, had taken shape decades before the actual construction would have begun First they had needed to find the right destination, and that alone had taken many years of preparation.

Very interesting!

I like the character and the background (or so I assume :) ) to some of the other bits that you've posted.

Your worldbuilding in this is really interesting.

Well, it inspired me to pick up my "Balin-tries-to-retake-Moria" fic again, if I may be so immodest to say. I'll post a snippet as your personal Hobbity present in a minute!

Thanks. :) The funny thing is, I've just recently found an old concept to the Windswept universe, with somewhat different settings, and I'm now hesitating which one would be better.

Your own birthday gift is coming up!

This one is for my dear friend

jenn_calaelen - just a snippet from my rediscovered Tolkienfic, "The Mazarbul Chronicles", which is supposed to describe Balin's failed attempt to retake Moria.

Excerpt:>

Náli reached the Forsaken Inn almost a day before Rei’s arrival, but that was not surprising. Rei had to return to Bree first, to brig back Master Butterbur’s pony and to pick up her and her foster father’s belongings, while Náli himself could take the direct way. Moreover, as he was still riding Rei’s sturdy and resilient hill pony, he could cover some twenty to twenty-five miles a day easily.

He crossed the Greenway right above the defile of Andrath – a broad ridge of downlands, an eastern outlier of the Barrow-downs, south from the Bree-land – and rode in a more or less straight line eastwards, until he hit the Great East Road again. From there, he simply had to follow the Road itself, until he caught sight of the Inn. That was familiar territory already, as he was basically backtracking the same way he had come with the FireBeard merchant caravan only a few weeks earlier.

The Forsaken Inn – in truth barely more than an ale-house with only a handful of chambers for guests passing by who wanted to spend the night under a solid roof – was a relic from the old days of Eriador, when the roads of the North-kingdom had been much travelled and well watched, and trade had been flourishing. One look at the building revealed that its better days were long gone, but at least it still had a roof, even though a damaged one, and it still could be used as a resting place.

Built on a small, flat hillock overlooking the Road, it was a moderate, two-storey building, made of whitewash and sturdy oak beams, with a few trees on one side, weatherworn to the point of slowly falling apart, and clearly in desperate need of a new roof. But one could still sleep in what once had been the common room without getting drenched, should a quick shower of rain sweep over the Road.

A short snippet from the Epic Merlin Fic (TM) for my good friend,

artemis10002000. Enjoy!

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Lancelot had ridden all morning as hard as he could while having to keep two horses – one of them without a rider – under control, to catch up with Princess Elena’s party in time. He knew not what kind of danger he was supposed to save her from, but since she was a Princess and the daughter of a wealthy lord, he assumed that somebody was panning to abduct her. Either a scorned suitor, wanting to force her into marriage, or an adversary who wanted to lay hands on Lord Godwyn’s realm without having to go to war – or simply a bandit chief who was hoping to get a lot of gold for giving her back to her grieving father.

Whichever the case might be, the Druids clearly believed that she was in peril and needed rescuing. And while Lancelot did not intend to court her afterwards, despite the vague hints given by the same Druids, he was a knight, devoted to the values that were supposed to direct a knightly life; including the rescuing of a damsel in distress. So he rode on, determined to do his duty.

Fortunately, he did not need to waste any time on tracking. The Princess and her party followed a well-travelled path that led from the Holy Well directly to the Castle of Gawant, with widely-known resting places at springs or wells along the way. Therefore, it only took him about an hour and a half to catch up with them, although they had left the Well a great deal earlier than him.

They must have travelled at a slow pace, as they were still at the first of the resting places; but again, what need could they possibly have to hurry? They were in the heart of Lord Godwin’s realm, not very far from his castle, after all. Why would they count on an attack?

There they were also, the six lightly-armed men-at-arms and one young groom, forming a protective shield-wall around their Princess, surrounded by at least two dozen men, wearing mail shirts and helmets, armed to the teeth. Only their leader, clearly a knight of some importance, was bare-headed; and he was currently having an argument with the Princess.

Lancelot had never actually seen the Lady Elena; had barely caught a glimpse of her from afar, upon his arrival at the Holy Well. She was younger than he had imagined, sweet-faced, with a great tangle of ash blonde hair and wearing a yellow gown of heavy brocade. Surprisingly enough, though, she did not seem particularly frightened, facing her would-be abductor, and Lancelot asked himself how that could be. Did she count on help arriving soon – one of the men was carrying a horn and Lancelot remembered having head its call a short time ago – or had the Druids told her to wait for rescue?

Whatever the truth might be, she was glaring at the knight with angry blue eyes, showing no sign of fear.

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