Well, as I can legitimately talk about myself on this page without fear of being sued, I feel I should let my readers know a little about myself, so they can get to know me.

My name is Cally McWilliam and I am 17 years old. I was born in the small town of Livingston, just outside of Edinburgh, on the 24th of January 1992. I was my parents first child, but not their last, as my little brother Grant Kieran McWilliam made an entrance to the world on Boxing Day, 1994.  We both fiercely despise our names, mine is too weird and his is too boring. We were raised in Whitburn until my parents divorced when I was five years old, at which point my mum moved to Duns in the Scottish Borders. Until I moved to Edinburgh to start university, our week was divided between them.

I am a very average student, with average intelligence and very little stamina, so unfortunately I never had the real desire to better myself. I still maintain how amazing I would be if I could be bothered to improve. I think that applies for everyone really.

My plans for the immediate future are to tackle the huge amounts of work I have to do for university and to try to become completely independant. In ten years time I hope you will find me living in a studio flat in New York city writing novels with a dashing husband or on whichever major battlefield the world is sporting at that time, reporting to the nation on exactly what is going on.

Well, I hope now that you know me a little better, you can enjoy my future posts slightly more.

CallyBloggin’ would like to officially state that Cally has never been pwned, and that pwned itself is a stupid word. But fun to say. That’s just how it goes.

Peace out!

New image in the selective color photoshop contest

Person Collection Photo in SBS, Desaturate and LayerMask …
Cally Dog photoshop picture

I’ve just finished watching Blake’s 7 for the first time – now I can go find fic.

Title: Box of Tricks
Author: AstroGirl
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3083
Characters: Vila Restal, Fourth Doctor

In which Vila encounters a strange blue box (in the middle of a quarry) and, naturally, has to try and open it. What else would he do? A fun AU with a well-written Fourth Doctor and a note-perfect Vila voice. No spoilers for either series, and I’d imagine this would make a fun introduction to Vila, even if you’re unfamiliar with him.

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Title: Alternative Escape
Author: Kerr Avonson
Rating: All Ages / Teen
Word Count: 13,929
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan Jovanka, The Master, Turlough, Kerr Avonson, Vila Restal, The Mara

This is very AU in many ways (especially for the Blake’s 7 characters, but this is from another author’s premise, not Kerr Avonson’s, so don’t be put off). Follows on from the last episode, so spoilers if you haven’t got that far, but has really good use of Tegan, Vila and Avon in particular and very interesting reflections on the nature of Vila and Avon’s friendship.

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Title: Line of Confluence
Author: Jinxed_Wood
Rating: All Ages / Teen
Word Count:
Characters: Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Martha Jones, The Master, Kerr Avon, Roj Blake, Vila Restal, Cally, Jenna Stannis, Servalan.

(Not yet completed).
S2 Crossover with Torchwood in which a plot of the Master lands everyone with an Avon/Jack bodyswap incident and the two teams in both timelines try to get to the bottom of the problem, before some terrible happens to the timeline. Lightly and accurately holding together a lot of characters, this is entertaining and intriguing. Very little in the way of spoilers so far.

amy is home today, until sunday.  yay!

and this is a setting on mel’s camera- retouch and happy faces.

amy is home today, until sunday.  yay!

and this is a setting on mel’s camera- retouch and happy faces.

I was looking through my pictures and they made me remember a night in February. We were eating Magdalena’s birthday ananas and it had gone bad.. Really bad. This was the best picture from that night even though there were loads.. Hai, Lucia, Magdalena, Vincent, Rida, Diego, Maria, Cally, Viktor?

we took the wagon with all our stuff.

swinging

playing in the creek

crawfish claws and body parts…

fun pose

…

i was using that pillow.

we took the wagon with all our stuff.

swinging

playing in the creek

crawfish claws and body parts…

fun pose

…

i was using that pillow.

We spent many hours of our precious time for the Vagina Monologues. Luckily we did.

Jasmine, beautiful and just 14, is in the prime of her life and enjoying very second of it. But her whole wonderful world is shattered and turned into a pool of nightmares. It all starts when she gets these awful eerie phone calls. At first she thinks they’re just prank calls, but then she starts getting spooky parcels containing terrifying surprises. Jasmine soon realises this is no prank…

        ‘Weeeeeeee!!!!! Yaaaaay!!! Wooooooo!!!!!’ Jasmine screamed in delight as she whizzed on the corkscrew roller coaster.

        ‘Now that was amazing!’ whooped Kirsty as she stepped off the ride.

        ‘I think I’m gonna puke,’ said Terry.

        ‘Well don’t do it on me!’ replied Jasmine.

        All three of them cracked up laughing.

^the first caution tape fell off, so they put more on and tied santa on too, since legally to have things sticking out from your truck you have to have a red flag on it. i remember that from amy doing drivers ed. but then he fell off, and we were sad for him.

^lunch.

^reading LOTR

^em, jen, and shleena

^belly flop and sunburn

^jenna

^room 3

^lake grace

^saturday morning.

^casey’s camera that i borrowed.

^ropes course

^second gfa pole throwing contest.  everyone had to wear a kilt.

^uncle joel

^jody and steve rescued santa!

^jenna and i went to hang out in my room.

^canoeing.

^passing mom and dad.

blobbing.

^santa went blobbing!

^shawn and santa

^our lodge

^notice uncle kevin…

…it wouldn’t fit.  my suitcase is full already.  and ha!  i’m not even done packing.

this is my suitcase.  notice the hawaiian flowery print.  i added that.  for real.  i sewed a pocket into the suitcase we’re BORROWING.  haha.  i was halfway done and mom was like “did you ask them?”  so i called auntie di.  and she said it was fine.  haha. again.  and i love how i have magazines in my suitcase like it’s contraband.

so, i rode my bike to my friend’s house to get my hair cut.  her mom is a hairstlyist.  i didn’t bring my camera.  i didn’t bring anything.  just a helmet.  don’t like those.  but it was fun to ride my bike by myself.  without a cell phone.  or anything.  it made me feel independent.

here are some recent things i’ve made.

i love how our grass is green outside.

so i made 2 potholders out of some old jeans that had holes in the knees.  melissa gave me the idea for a fat man with a moustache.  i guess he’s a cook.  i made lots of cards, and a notebook for myself.  haha yeah i’m selfish.  for MYSELF!

… root beer that is.

and here are some jewels of the many photos i took at my birthday party.

group photo #1

photo with a tea set

photo with coffee cans

photo with salt and pepper shakers

photo with a photo that remotely looks like you:

what do you think?  do we look anything like the photos?

emily wore olivia’s glasses.  because they were rounder than mine.  but you can hardly tell that the antique lady has glasses.  they’re tiny.

i love this photo.  like the focus, and everythin.

poor little broken bikini doll.

maybe she’s an antique barbie.

maybe she broke her neck because she dove into shallow water.

ha! breanna looks funny.

group photo #2

the crazy trio.

woohoo! boy shorts.

i’m really proud of how many faces i fit into this photo.

oh, and this is the picture with (root) beer.

playing quelf.  the most insanely fun random board game ever.

team super ninja monkey!

banana split.

sporting our handmade AWESOME scarves.

yes, we painted our nails outside. in the cold.  and in the wind. and in the treehouse.

i feel so happy to have taken cally’s senior photos. it makes me feel professional.

i guess you can tell this is not cally.  melissa was taking photos too.

i love this one. cally is so beautiful.

i feel so happy to have taken cally’s senior photos. it makes me feel professional.

i guess you can tell this is not cally.  melissa was taking photos too.

i love this one. cally is so beautiful.

Hey, Gods.  WHAT THE FRAK DO YOU HAVE AGAINST CALLY? First you have her #1 crush beat her face in.  Then you kill her.  THEN you tell us she smelled like boiled cabbage.  But that wasn’t enough, was it?  Now you have her cheating on the Chief, which, seriously, what the frak.  Why would Cally ever do this?  She’d obvs been hung up on Galen forever.  She frakking killed Boomer because of him!

Cally killed Boomer

And now, all of a sudden, she’s taking time between getting beat about the face and marrying the Chief to frak HOT DOG of all people?  DOES NOT COMPUTE.  And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, she has Hot Dog’s baby and never tells poor, poor Galen who’s been left with no one.  And THEN to really put the frakkin cherry on the cake, let’s go back  a few weeks.  Back to when Cally was attempting suicide.  Before we thought that she took little Nicky with her ’cause he was half-Cylon and she wanted to kill herself and the half-Cylon baby.  It made sense at the time.  But now that we know that she knew that the kid was 100% pure human, this does not make sense!  Now Cally looks absolutely crazy, wanting to kill her baby for no frakking reason.  This is ridonkulous.  I do not approve at all. Poor Cally.  What are they going to do to her memory next?

In a grand return to the patchy scrapbook of my consciousnesses, season 2 introduces my first death, my second identity crisis, and my diplomatic skills. Let’s begin when Starbuck tried to kill me when I was hanging out with future husband-assumed (God (one), Helo is hot). She was clearly just jealous.

Scattered//

On Caprica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Crap, Starbuck wants to kill me. Let me run and hide.

Resistance//

In Galactica’s brig: Boomer – No, really, I have no idea how many Cylons there are. Leave me alone!

In the hallway on Galactica (silly sloped walls): Boomer’s first death scene – Cally’s got a gun. Dramatic death scene. Cue tears and operatic blocking. “I love you, Chief” (and I never really do stop).

And so was Cally (on account of me being wildly in love with the Chief. Man, I clearly have the best place on the Chart of Frak). Fortunately for me, being in multiple consciousnesses means the potential drama of many jealous-lover-rages. Only this one actually killed me. Poor Cally. The Chief never loved her like he loved me, and we could have had a mighty nice half-sister for Hera together. If only.

Home//

On Galactica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Like me. Don’t kill me. Call me Athena.

Flight of the Phoenix//

On Galactica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Plug me into your computer, and I can save the day with my mind.

Clearly Galactica was not built for Cylon assistance, as is obvious from the lack of computer puddles for hands-on access to hard drives and steering mechanisms.  Adm. Adama, I highly recommend upgrading in the future.  Putting a wire up my wrist was effective, but not particularly fun.  I’ll be sure to form a working group for Cylon-Human accessibility once we’ve figured out food and shelter on Earth 4.0.  Somewhere back in my conscious knowledge of the old earth “World Wide Web”, I believe I remember that Earth 1.0 had something similar to ensure that everything was compatible with everybody.  Like ramps into buildings and elevators.  Anyway, I digress.

Pegasus//

On Pegasus: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Pegasus
Interrogator asshole tried to rape me. TG for my lover and sister’s lover for saving the day.

I still cringe about this one. Pegasus was a bad place.  Good thing I slept through Razor.

Epiphanies//

On Galactica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Gets to pro-choose Hera on account of her blood can save Mme. President.

It’s all about economy!  Costs vs. Benefits!  Benefit of my spawning = President lives longer.  Costs of my spawing = general mayhem.  Which I suppose is why they decided I couldn’t actually have Hera once I’d birthed her/she was extracted from me (ouch).  Or why everyone pretended I was dead.  I guess you can hide people like that on a Battlestar.

Which brings us to my favorite episode to hate:

Black Market//

WTF – Glad to be pregnant and therefore excused from this plot. I mean, people think I’m dead.

Sacrifice//

On Galactica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Inadvertantly Billy’s cause of death.

Whoops.  Too bad Billy’s not a cylon (or at least, I don’t know if he is).  As a plus, it brought us closer to the human day-to-day life experience, as potentially threatening as we are (um, hello, our hands don’t turn into weapons.  We’re not Centurions.  And Centurions are very sensible beings, too, when we’re smart enough to let them be sentient.

Downloaded//

On Caprica: The-Eight-Formerly-Known-as-Boomer – Totally in denial about my Cylon-ness and deeply in love with the Chief, and then I save Anders (you’re welcome, Starbuck).

Galactica: Sharon-Going-To-Be-Athena – Hello Hera! I mean, and then they told (lied to) me that Hera died. Then my hot husband-assumed scatters ashes in space and is hot/sad.

Identity crisis pt. 2.  Just when I figure out I’m a cylon, I have to go and forget it again.  At least I’m a nice re-newly-cognizant cylon.  Sort of.

Lay Down Your Burdens//

On Caprica: The-Eight-Formerly-Known-As-Boomer – Helped Starbuck rock the rescue mission on Caprica by using Cylon-technology. I mean, was a prisoner.

In New Caprica City:  An Eight, but most likely The-Eight-Formerly-Known-As-Boomer Instigated separate but equal Cylon-human relations.  Go me.  I’m a veritable Brown vs. the Board of Education.

Which leaves my dear Hera out in the disgusting New Caprica City, and my many sisters scattered across base ships, resurrection ships, Battlestars, New Caprica City, and Caprica.

See?  It’s hard to have multiple beings.  You almost die a lot.  Then again, you get to frak a lot too, so it’s not all bad…

Yesterday.. I don’t have time to write on my own blog. Been busy all day. I have been so busy with all the jemputan thing-ing. Morning, I went to my relatives’ weeding. I am very hungry and at my kem place, the chicken got “giuk” and ugghhh… (lets not talk about it). I went home after that and wait for my lil’ bro to come back from Yamin’s weeding (Semoga berkekalan hendaknya perkahwinan kamu berdua).

Around 2 pm…I went out to Cally’s house. There have bouncer there and every kids stuff. When I arrive there…I just got to know that it’s Jojo’s (Cally’s second daughter) birthday. The kids are playing with the bouncer until around 4 pm. I feel sleepy waiting there. I feel like I wanna go home. So bored there….If Mia was with me at that time…I might not feel bored like that. (Kalau ada tilam in front of me… Tidur ku kali eyh) Hahaha… I went home right after I ate the cakes. Hahaha…

Evening, I go for an exercise. I haven’t got a chance to go for exercise this days. I don’t really have time for it. Now… I got my chance. I am gonna do it. Hahaha….

Today…I am awake by my own mobile phone. Mia called…. She told me that her battery flat. I just remember that she got interview at one of the schools. So, I went to pick her up and bring her to the place and she hantar me to my office and I let her use my car to sort all the things that she wanna do. (you are lucky Mia…If I already work at other place, I might not be able to help you…)

Just now, I went to have a coffee and donuts with Mia. Thanks Mia. Nanti I lanja you. After that, I send Mia home. And I went home straightaway after that. I am not feeling really well…. I might need to sleep early tonight. Lamah ku eyh… Mia nie punya pasal…Hahahaha…Menjangkit…

I need abg at this moment. He always take care of me when I am sick. Miss abg so much. Mwahzzz…

“Bastille Day” annoys me.  I can stand Apollo’s self-righteous moralizing for only the briefest of periods before I begin tasting vomit in the back of my mouth.  You can (but may not want to) imagine the full-on barf-fest that was this evening.  Unlike the manifold subplots of previous episodes, this seemed an interminable Fat Lee 40-minute special.  Look at me!  I read a banned book!  I’m so naughty!  At least we had a few quality minutes with Baltar.  Man, you don’t realize how dull the Good Doctor’s become with his “All is Forgiven, Hey You’re Perfect” drivel until you’re right back in the prime of his Totally Crazy Phase.  Dude rocked back then.  Imaginary 6 was a bit of a harpy this eppy; she usually torments with more finesse.  How does 6 know how to build a Cylon detector anyway?  And why tell Baltar?

Speaking of Cylon Plans, why is Caprica City deserted?  Weren’t the Cylons rebuilding it?  Did they intentionally desert it to fool Helo?  I mean, I want to get in Helo’s pants as much as the next human or Cylon, but damn.  Most guys won’t even rent out the whole restaurant for you, but Sharon cleared the entire city.  Classy gal.  Note:  Upon further research, I’ve realized that perhaps there was more than one city on New Caprica, and they all just look like Caprica City.

And let’s not forget:

• Cally gets frakked-over and makes Hospital Visit #1.  Apparently chica was supposed to be offed on the Astral Queen, but then the writers realized they’d have no one to frak over besides Boomer.
• Kara offers a rare olive branch to the colonel, only to be majorly shut down. Burn!
• Dee used to get whole sentences of dialogue in her scenes.
• Tom Zarek could be the final cylon.  He’s been meddling around in major humankind decisions since episode 3.  I know D’anna has implied only four Cylons are in the fleet, but who believes her?

And no re-watch post would be complete without a New Addition to the Obscure Potential Final Cylon Candidate List:  That saucy teenager Boomer saved back on Caprica, randomly appearing as Starbuck’s personal assistant.  Thank the Gods ol’ Boxey was scrapped sooner rather than later, avoiding a Wesley Crusher-esque fate.

Please Space Me

Today I am honored to bestow upon Petty Officer Second Class Callandra Henderson Tyrol the Presidential Medal for Getting Totally Frakked Over.

Cally was ever the petite, cheerful eye of the shitstorm. Whether biting off ears of aspiring rapists or mumbling love declarations through a jaw wired shut, Cally never lost her pluck. Even a few months in the iron lung recovering from spacesickness didn’t phase her. Planetside the situation was no better than in space, whether facing Centurion death squads on New Caprica or that maniac Crashdown on Kobol. But it was on her beloved Battlestar that she endured her final betrayal by that double-crossing, self-serving Cylon slut. Why was misfortune heaped upon this adorable little deckhand? we ask in vain, staring open-mouthed at our TV sets [ed. note: this is Cylon for ship's logs] as she careens silently into space. And to have the Chief defile her memory in the Admiral’s presence? Unthinkable. Was he worth the 30 days in jail it took to rid him of the ex? Was any of it worth it? Her delights were few and brief; her burden, unending.

Cally’s fate may seem cruel, but God’s will is not ours to question. Let us remember one of God’s children who suffered as Job, but reaped not his rewards. Honor her memory, and know that at last, she suffers no more.

So say we all.

cally, in happier times.

Still watching it what a series.