Dec 15, 2005 00:36
My father has given me his cold and refuses to acknowledge this. Clearly he doesn't suffer from a guilty conscience.
In other news, in an astonishing development, I left the house today. It was the baby brother's (eleven years old, and would kill me if he knew I still called him the baby!) carol service today. I had a brief moment of pondering the division between church and state, and what it would be like to not be Christian, or raised Christian, in a Northern Irish school. But it's his last one, and I love Christmas - which carol services are part of - even as I drift hopelessly towards agnosticism. So I went, and only thought about politics for a little while.
My fandom life continues unabated. I'm hopelessly, hopelessly behind on Transference, but the middle parts are away to be betaed, so at least they should be up by next week sometime. The state of the last parts however, I cannot vouch for. Because I'm in the middle of making about 100 icons, a Firefly Christmas fic, and at least two more festive pieces. Because I'm a crazy person.
real life: christmas