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Just FYI: the internet is down at the Cardiffhouse right now - Meirion forgot to pay the damn bill - so I'm not going to be reading my flist or around on AIM until it's back up. Which apparently may be tomorrow, or it may be Friday, or it might even be next week. -_- DNW.
On the other hand, last weekend I went to plum177's on Saturday night and she and Embly made an insanely fantastic roast chicken dinner with strudel for afters, to make up for my missing the Sci Fi Christmas do. (They initially met me after work, and Teaboy bought me chocolate and I got cockles for lunch, before we went Christmas shopping and gleed over Cardiff together.) We watched The Snowman and Father Christmas and talked and had fun, and it was a lovely night.
Then my parents picked me up after work on Sunday (work where I found out that I *will* be getting paid before Christmas after all! \o/ I also met the nan of the lead guitarist of Funeral For A Friend. My life, I cannot even.), bought me a belated lunch at the New York Deli (which they turned out to love too! I love it when that happens) and then took me home for the night. We decorated the house for Christmas, and then Mam decorated the table for dinner with festive boards and Thornton's Christmas chocolates and the very last of the crackers that were given to her by my nan. Nan died more than nine years ago so the crackers weren't in the best of nick, but it was lovely to remember her again that way. Mam did one of my favourite meals, salmon steaks and chips, and afterwards we talked and drank wine and watched TV, and it was another lovely, relaxed, comfortable night.
Since then there has been work, which is ... work. It's okay. (I'm at Build-A-Bear Factory, for those wondering.) But I met up with the Best Friend on Monday night and we went out for drinks at the Woody and then for fucking amazing sushi at Tenkaichi on City Road, and it was another very, very good night. <3 Nat's invited me to her society's viewing of The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy next Tuesday, which should be deliciously cracky.
I've been attempting to keep track of the hot mess that followed my post at Unfunny Fandom, and I can't help thinking that if the original subject matter weren't so incredibly unfunny it would have made a great Fandom Wank post. There are two counts of bannination, a metric fuckton of 'You keep misusing that word. I do not think it means what you think it means', even more 'can't escape the screencaps', and we even got the original wanker coming out to play (and bahlete comments!) at the wank post.
Finally, it appears that my Angels In The Architecture Torchwood/Discworld fic got recced! This makes me dorkily happy.
On the other hand, last weekend I went to plum177's on Saturday night and she and Embly made an insanely fantastic roast chicken dinner with strudel for afters, to make up for my missing the Sci Fi Christmas do. (They initially met me after work, and Teaboy bought me chocolate and I got cockles for lunch, before we went Christmas shopping and gleed over Cardiff together.) We watched The Snowman and Father Christmas and talked and had fun, and it was a lovely night.
Then my parents picked me up after work on Sunday (work where I found out that I *will* be getting paid before Christmas after all! \o/ I also met the nan of the lead guitarist of Funeral For A Friend. My life, I cannot even.), bought me a belated lunch at the New York Deli (which they turned out to love too! I love it when that happens) and then took me home for the night. We decorated the house for Christmas, and then Mam decorated the table for dinner with festive boards and Thornton's Christmas chocolates and the very last of the crackers that were given to her by my nan. Nan died more than nine years ago so the crackers weren't in the best of nick, but it was lovely to remember her again that way. Mam did one of my favourite meals, salmon steaks and chips, and afterwards we talked and drank wine and watched TV, and it was another lovely, relaxed, comfortable night.
Since then there has been work, which is ... work. It's okay. (I'm at Build-A-Bear Factory, for those wondering.) But I met up with the Best Friend on Monday night and we went out for drinks at the Woody and then for fucking amazing sushi at Tenkaichi on City Road, and it was another very, very good night. <3 Nat's invited me to her society's viewing of The Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy next Tuesday, which should be deliciously cracky.
I've been attempting to keep track of the hot mess that followed my post at Unfunny Fandom, and I can't help thinking that if the original subject matter weren't so incredibly unfunny it would have made a great Fandom Wank post. There are two counts of bannination, a metric fuckton of 'You keep misusing that word. I do not think it means what you think it means', even more 'can't escape the screencaps', and we even got the original wanker coming out to play (and bahlete comments!) at the wank post.
Finally, it appears that my Angels In The Architecture Torchwood/Discworld fic got recced! This makes me dorkily happy.