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Thank you to everyone who participated in the Name That Band competition! The winner is jengeorge with Every Citizen a Soldier (ECS to the groupies!)
I was afraid I would be biased so in the end, the decision was Liz's. I swear I didn't even try to influence her much.
Congratulations, Jen! Let us know what fic you'd like written and we'll figure out who has to write it. I would host a logo design competition for the shitty band t-shirts, but I have a feeling I wouldn't get any takers. More's the pity.
ETA: I love it when people are as crazy as me! Turns out Jen brings her own band t-shirt designs to the table: Design 1 | Design 2
(I would wear the hell out of that second one. Both of them, really, but the second one is my FAVORITE because I like to picture Puck rolling his eyes and saying, "Are you fucking kidding me?" when he sees it.)
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In RL news, I am sleeping some, but I'm still so run-down and tired all the time that I can't seem to do much more than sit on the couch and write fic. Yesterday morning I went to my (completely pointless) training all the way across town, and I was out of it enough to worry about being behind the wheel, which is not something I ever worry about, since I am an awesome driver.
So I took the rest of the day as a sick day, but I had to stop and get cat food, and while I was standing in the grocery store, likely staring off into space and thinking, "Goodness, I am tired. Good thing I didn't try to go to work," I nearly started to cry. FOR NO REASON AT ALL. WTF, self.
I'd worry I was pregnant or something, but that only happens if you have a life, so no. Fact is my body just doesn't work right.
The silver lining is that I doubled the word count on the secret service AU yesterday. Nearly 15,000 words and I'm only two months into a story that spans almost a year. Way to go, self! Whether or not anything I typed yesterday is coherent or at all in character remains to be seen. I need more coffee and to get back in bed so I don't have to hold my head up on my own strength, and then I'll survey the damage.
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ETA: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!! Now to decide between the football AU and the tech school AU. Maybe I could do both. (Stop looking at me like that, it's only 15,000 words each.)
I was afraid I would be biased so in the end, the decision was Liz's. I swear I didn't even try to influence her much.
Congratulations, Jen! Let us know what fic you'd like written and we'll figure out who has to write it. I would host a logo design competition for the shitty band t-shirts, but I have a feeling I wouldn't get any takers. More's the pity.
ETA: I love it when people are as crazy as me! Turns out Jen brings her own band t-shirt designs to the table: Design 1 | Design 2
(I would wear the hell out of that second one. Both of them, really, but the second one is my FAVORITE because I like to picture Puck rolling his eyes and saying, "Are you fucking kidding me?" when he sees it.)
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In RL news, I am sleeping some, but I'm still so run-down and tired all the time that I can't seem to do much more than sit on the couch and write fic. Yesterday morning I went to my (completely pointless) training all the way across town, and I was out of it enough to worry about being behind the wheel, which is not something I ever worry about, since I am an awesome driver.
So I took the rest of the day as a sick day, but I had to stop and get cat food, and while I was standing in the grocery store, likely staring off into space and thinking, "Goodness, I am tired. Good thing I didn't try to go to work," I nearly started to cry. FOR NO REASON AT ALL. WTF, self.
I'd worry I was pregnant or something, but that only happens if you have a life, so no. Fact is my body just doesn't work right.
The silver lining is that I doubled the word count on the secret service AU yesterday. Nearly 15,000 words and I'm only two months into a story that spans almost a year. Way to go, self! Whether or not anything I typed yesterday is coherent or at all in character remains to be seen. I need more coffee and to get back in bed so I don't have to hold my head up on my own strength, and then I'll survey the damage.
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ETA: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!! Now to decide between the football AU and the tech school AU. Maybe I could do both. (Stop looking at me like that, it's only 15,000 words each.)