Greetings,
As you may be able to tell, this journal is mostly f-locked.
This does not, however, mean that I'm being entirely mean here. Some of my entries are still unlocked, and shall likely remain that way.
Add me at your peril, as I am a compulsive blogger (for example, I've been up for all of three hours, and this is my third entry today).

I'm currently a Police Foundations Student, who serves coffee for a job, and by night is a spy diplomat diplobrat. I hope to join the New Zealand Police.
My hobbies include fanfiction, original fiction, decent coffee, and learning about comparative Criminal Law.
I can sew, knit, and kick people at head-height. I occasionally cook, and sometimes participate in online games.
My username is one that I've had since I was fourteen. We only had a few moments to think one up for me, as the bell was about to ring for class, and I said 'Oh, I don't know... stupidknight? idiotknight? foolish_knight?' - taking an Arabic meaning of my name, and the descriptors most frequently assigned to me. One of my buddies suggested 'bakaknight', and that was that. Since then, I've come to see it less and less as two words, and more and more just as another group of letters for me to answer to. I've had this name for roughly six years now, and despite a certain dislike of it in the beginning (I actually preferred 'foolish_knight', which is now in my title) it's rather grown on me.

Some things from this journal that you may be interested in:

Fiction by me.
Things I write from my Twitter account.
Small highlights of Canadian Criminal Law, with English subtitles.
Fandom-related essaysrambles.
General essays.
ANZAC Day
Meeting Paul Gross.
The awesomeness that is Blood Bound.
A warning to any people who may, for reasons unknown, wish to copy from my journal.


I hope you find this useful. Anything else should be able to be found within my overall tags.


I am also a maintainer of a few communities here. Namely:
bookfind_wgc
A very quiet Reading List related community for the students of Wellington Girls College, New Zealand.
cosplaypicnicnz
A not terribly quiet community for attendees of the Wellington Cosplayers' Picnics and related events.
vampire_inn
A community for the upcoming Blood Bound webcomic, Vampire Inn, and for Catherine Haines in general.

For webcomics, I am involved with:
Sequence
Sequence - coloured
L'Ailes de la Mort
Vampire Inn - Coming soon!
Comic Dish Cafe
Protectre - Coming soon!
High Kick! - Coming soon!
You may also locate me on DeviantArt.

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Reporting from Beta Blogs.

Speedy notes before the dog drags me out on a walk:

for those who don’t follow my LJ, I graduated recently, with Honours, in Police Foundations. So, yeah.

I think I just got signed up for fictional beta work by three more people. Okay, I take it back, I know I signed up for it.

Catherine’s mind has been at it again, resulting in now one wizard, one ghost, two fairies on the backburner, the occasional prodding of a mermaid, a superhero, and an entire string of vampires.
I, of course, would simply like her to write a Star Wars novel.

Have been rediscovering my intense love for Star Trek. I’m a babyfen!Trekkie, as it happens, and I continue to collect the books (want to buy the series. Will do so at some point. Probably around the time I buy that nice giant TV to watch them on). That’ll be harder over the next few booksales, as more and more people discoverk Trek for the first time. Instead of leaving me and my little table alone, the booksellers will be on the scavenge, so I’ll have to wake up early to be closer to the front of the line. Hope whoever’s hosting the sales has the sense to print maps!
(Something I really miss about NZ: The Palmerston North Red Cross Booksale. The parents take two days off work and then there are books.)

I just bought Pride and Prejudice and Zombies! This is a Big Thing, as I hate Jane Austen and her contemporaries with a passion. However. Zombies. I’m willing to give it a chance. Possibly while listening to the Shaun of the dead soundtrack.

And the doggie is making with the eyes. Off we go…

Reporting from Beta Blogs.

Every now and then, I’ll read books, and review them too. This review will be appearing in the book review blog, On the Nightstand.

Say Your Prayers

When the body of a young woman is discovered in a derelict cottage in the middle of Los Angeles National Forest, Homicide Detective Robert Hunter finds himself entering a horrific nightmare. Naked and strung from two wooden posts, the victim was sadistically tortured before meeting an excruciatingly painful death. On the nape of her neck has been carved a strange double-cross: the signature of a psychopath known as the Crucifix Killer. But that’s impossible. Because two years ago, the Crucifix Killer was caught and executed.

Could this be a copycat killer? Or could the unthinkable be true? Is the real killer still out there, ready to embark once again on a vicious and violent killing spree, selecting victims seemingly at random? Hunter knows he will risk everything to find out – even if it means becoming the hunted.

This book is due out in August 2009, from Simon and Schuster. You may preorder from BookDepository and Amazon UK.

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Why yes, this is indeed another post about Torchwood. Carry on.

Okay.
I've heard all the spoilers, I know what's going to happen. And let's face it all here kids:( I has a cut, becaust I know some folks do not enjoy spoilers. )
Yeah, feel free to agree/disagree/throw fruit or whatever.

Well, I found it! I found my iPod Nano! HOORAY!
Now I have all three of my available iPods (um. If I could locate my ancient!shuffle (tm), then that too would be joining in), charging in the most geeky way I could consider.
I hooked them all up to my cup-warmer-hub, and hooked the hub to a powersupply.
They haven't exploded yet, which I'm treating as a rousing success!

 I read a Star Wars book last night. First new one in a while for me - I kinda missed a lot of the Yuuzhan Vong war (long story, partially involving book prices of NZ, and partially involving a sudden horror of it all. Even my favourite writers were suddenly far too dark (I expected Kevin J. Anderson's books to be a lot brighter, for example), and knew perfectly well that I was gonna be completely horrified at the thought of (spoiler here) Jacen Solo going evil, so I missed all that (and then he killed Mara! NOOOO!), even though I've got a free copy of one of the books that they sent out as a downloadable to people on the Star Wars email list (as I have been since I was all of 11).
Book one of Fate of the Jedi is Outcast, by Aaron Allston. A man who I originally expected to hate vastly (Stackpole=X-Wing series. Or so I thought...), but turned out to love to teeny tiny little pieces, to the point that when I was moving, I picked my Timothy Zhans, my copy of I, Jedi, the Movie-novels, the Compilations, the encyclopedia and companions, Splinter of the Mind's Eye (I know how much that one's worth. Is mine, gr) and every Allston I had.
It's fantastic.
Even if I have now managed to guess the entire plotarc of this series.
Come on writers, prove me wrong!


I'd have a much better review, but I have to go work in about 1/2 an hour, so I'll try to come up with something better tonight and post it to On the Nightstand.

Today I saw Hard Core Logo.
It was fsking awesome.
That is all. 

OMG! You guys, Life's been CANCELLED!

Thus, I'm doing the Twitter thing. The tag is #bringbacklife
Rundown of Life?
Cop show, with Zen and great psychology. And fruit. Lots and lots of fruit.

I know some of you know what it is, I know some of you like it.
Help us save Life.

Title: Travel Onwards
Fandom: Life on Mars
Rating: Uhhh... PG? -is guessing-
Wordcount: 1437
Summary: It wasn't a costume party. The mask he was wearing was invisible, just like everybody else's.
Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of Life on Mars, in any way, shape, or form. This is just for the sheer fun of it.
Spoiler warnings: End of Life on Mars, start of Ashes to Ashes
Characters: Chris, Maya
Notes: It was THERE! Hope nobody else has done this idea already... With bundles of thanks to travels_in_time, who's been ever so patient with me.
Story warnings: My first posted Life on Mars fic. -gulp- Concrit readily accepted (indeed, gobbled up happily).
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( This was 1974. Just before the Christmas party. We all got drunk - 'cept Sam, of course. We'd just solved a big case, can't remember what it was about, now, and Phyllis had this new Camera she wanted to try out... )

Okay!
As those of you following along with the subtitles may be aware, I'm in Canada at the moment, so ANZAC Day happens a whole day late.
This year was good. New Zealand was hosting, so Dad introduced it (Maori, then English). Coupla politicians, dozens of diplomats (not the same thing), large numbers of war veterans, VAST numbers of Ex-Pats (seriously vast). We even (finally!) had somebody lay a Public wreath - just a piece of paper, but I kinda feel it said more than most folks realise.
And yes, there were cops; Deputy Chief of Ottawa Police, and a coupla Mounties (one in dress uniform. No, not red serge, the blue uniform. Yes, I got pictures).
Her Excellency Kate Lackey gave a speech, then the Honourable John Baird did his own speech on behalf of the Canadian Government.
Sergeant Dave Fiu, a singer from the New Zealand Army Band, sang Poppy and Pohutukawa. Then my buddy Louise the Freaking OPERA Singer sang Pokarekare Ana. Yes, there were tears (and more pictures).
Mr. Yonet Can Tezel, the Charge d' Affaires a.i. of the Turkish Embassy read Mustafa Kemal Ataturk's Memoriam Lines (and guys? FSKING AWESOME), then His Excellency Justin Brown read 'For The Fallen'.
Last Post was played, flags were lowered. Then there was a (seriously sweet) bloke who played the Bagpipes for The Lament. Reveille happened, the flags were rehoisted.
The wreaths were laid - long list of countries and others this year, and that Public wreath.
National Anthems - one of the poor sentries fell over while this was happening. That wasn't cool, but he was helped up in the pause between the Australian one and the New Zealand one, by an Aussie and a Kiwi members of the Defence Force. It was entirely unplanned (yes, some folks thought it was planned and deliberate), but guys? INCREDIBLE symbolism (photos of the incident will not be posted by me). And oddly, not the first time something like this has happened, to a guy in the same spot, no less (first time round it was a guy with the flu who was all shaking and then was relieved by his Sergeant, and it was just so well-timed).
After all that, of course, was breakfast, courtesy the War Museum. Potatoes, bacon, sausages, croissants, eggs for those who eat them (not me!) juices, and coffee or decaf... with rum, of course (this is a Gunfire Breakfast. There will be rum. Bundaberg Rum, to be precise). Uhm. -hic-
And yeah. Just a generally awesome morning.

And now, onwards to a party! -considers appropriate clothes-

Title: Ten pounds, weekly
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: Uhhh... PG? -handwave- Whatever Planet of the Dead was-ish.
Wordcount: 405
Summary: Just the same as always, only a little bit different now.
Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of Doctor Who, in any way, shape, or form. This is just for the sheer fun of it.
Spoiler warnings: Planet of the Dead
Characters: (Highlight to read) Lou, Carmen, mentions the Doctor and UNIT
Notes: Also known as: I am still a sneaky accounting geek.
Story warnings: None.
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( Carmen nodded, gazing into the bottom of her mug. Piping hot tea, a slice of lemon, the barest dash of honey. Exactly the way he made it for her every morning, exactly the way she loved it. )

Reporting from Beta Blogs.

Watch out! This stuff isn’t exactly the nicest of formattings!

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Reporting from Beta Blogs.

Provincial Offences Cheat Sheet
For those who haven’t done the test yet (you know who you are).
All pages for further references given are for the Provincial Offences: Essential Tools for Law Enforcement (2nd Edition), 2008, by Dan Gilbert and Peter Maher, and do not include the ‘assignment pages’ within the book
Short Acronyms list:
RICE:
Reasonable Grounds
Identification
Courts
Evidence

Other notes:
Search powers:
When search powers are not listed within the act, a reliance upon Search Incident to Arrest is permitted.

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--I'll be posting the full version of the notes via Beta Blogs inna minute, but for all you dSers out there...

Fish and Wildlife Conservation Act
Conservation Officers
s87(1)
The Minister may appoint a person or class of persons as conservation officers for the purpose of this Act.
Sec 87(2)
The following persons are conservation officers for the purposes of this Act by virtue of their office:
1. A police officer or First nations Constable appointed under the Police Services Act.
2. A member of the R.C.M.P.
5. A person whose primary employment responsibility is the enforcement of fish and wildlife laws in, Manitoba, Quebec, Michigan, Minnesota, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania or Wisconsin, if he or she is acting under the direction of a conservation officer appointed in subsection (1)

Yes, this means that Americans may have powers within Canada.
Hangon...
What, no Chicago? TT_TT
Okay, now that's just not fair!
The thing about Conservation Officers? Is that they can literally take ANYTHING. Like, you overfish? They can TAKE YOUR BOAT AND YOUR CAR AND EVERYTHING IN IT AND THEY CAN DISMANTLE IT AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO GIVE IT BACK (and if they do give it back, it doesn't have to be in working order.
Also referred to by one of my previous teachers as 'these guys are good folks to have on your side... MUHHAAHAHAHAHAH!'.
--this being the same teacher who encourages us to make mass arrests on wild parties with cunning use of big yellow school buses, and who tells us that if we ever need to go into a Licenced Establishment, to take Health Inspectors and Liquor Inspectors with us, because that way, you're allowed to search the whole entire place, not just as far as the sign announcing that the pub is licenced (see also: MUHHAAHAHAHAHAH!)

Last night, I found another way to cross Life on Mars with The Bill, without breaking either canon.
Here, have a short bit of it:
( Jimmy! )

Reporting from Beta Blogs.

Bloody hell.

It’s been how long since I last posted here? (Posting about things that turn up in my inbox do not count.)
It’s been how long since I last did some decent beta work? (Catherine has quoted some ‘running commentary’ from me of my beta work - I choose to have fun with it).
It’s been how long since I last updated that sidebar info? -checks- Uhm, a good coupla chapters ago. -fixes-

Well then! What’s happening with me:

I got Poster!Peter yesterday, which was awesome. He shall go with Poster!Paul(please excuse image quality) in my ‘Collection of Awesome’.
I have exams next week. Yes this means that there will be REVIEWNOTES postings in the near future. I feel I should apologise, but I am not sorry at all.
I watched all the way through s1 of Life on Mars, and should be starting the second season shortly. I have many thinky-thoughts on this program, which includes meta on the nature of death and lying (yes, lying, not dying), and the roles that both Annie and the Test Card Girl play.
I began work on a Life on Mars fic, which I may or may not post here. Probably not here.
I received my superspecialawesome copy of ‘Diary of a Dr. Who Addict‘ in the mail the other day, but I am not permitted to review it yet (yes, I know the release date says ‘May 9′. It’s a review copy. :D). While I may not be permitted to review it, I feel that I can say this: A quick glance through (and I do mean quick, because this is also assignment season), gave me a general feeling of ‘fantastic’. Catherine, who was seconds away from posting her review in On The Nightstand when we got the DNR notice (Do Not Review), has read right the way through it and quoted a few bits and bobs at me; one that really stands out is a comment on the anticipation of what the next doctor is gong to be like. For the character, it’s Five, but right now? It’s Eleven. The fact is that the part she quoted describes exactly how I - and probably quite a lot of fandom - feels about the next doctor, right this very instant. I mean, I love David Tennant -swoons-, and I’m going to miss his portrayal immensely, but there’s also the anticipation: What will Matt Smith be like? Will he be brilliant from the start, like Pertwee or Davidson, or will he grow on us, like Colin Baker and McCoy? (You can’t argue with me about Colin Baker, because he’s grown astoundingly in popularity. For reasons regarding McCoy’s need to grow on us first, I’d like to direct you to Delta and the Bannermen). It’ll be interesting.

I caught myself writing class notes in Latin the other day, and my elocution of the English Language is currently suffering from one of my periodic stammer attacks, which I suspect tells me that I need to use my left hand more.

It’s almost Graduation! This means I need to get cracking on those songs for the party. I’ll be doing my own hair for this gig though.

ANZAC Day’s coming up. Another Year, another Dawn Service, and another Day of Remembering. I’m wandering around with a Poppy.

Easter came and went. I got no rabbit or egg-related items. Probably a good thing.

One of my wisdom teeth is coming through, and it doesn’t hurt a bit. I am so delighted; hope the others are just as painless and don’t need to be attacked by dentists.

Miss. Home. Lots.

Holy freaking monkeys, I’m Graduating soon? When the setesh did that ever happen?

Three words: Hard Core Logo. That is all.

I’ll be getting seriously cracking on the beta stuff after ANZAC Day. And the comics. Promise!

And now, it is time for dinner.

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Today for a video assignment, my group was given 8.5/20
Yes, I know.
That's a failing mark.
You know how I feel about those.
But!
We have been given a gift(tm). We have until Thursday morning to come up with a new submission.
Of course, this means that we have to shoot everything early tomorrow morning, so that one of us might stand a chance of going to his job, so that I can go to my job (and finishing off another group assignment, this one for five people, but I suspect I'm the only one doing anything at all on it), and so that the third member of our strange little posse can have his dormroom back (guess where we're filming!).
But to redo the script, I'm going to need your help (the other two are currently either asleep or working, so yes, it is just me).
Seriously, I've got how many writers on this shiny, wonderful Flist of mine? How many creative geniuses?

( Click on the cut-thingie here to help )

Call it a challenge.

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