not that I was secretly worried about this or anything...
I officially have con_txt Friday off of work! w0000t!
Now I just have to persuade them to let me have a week for the Midwest Travelstravaganza that will be iuliamentis's wedding shower followed by vividcon with maybe a quick jaunt to Canada to say hello to my country next door and pick up those work visa application forms.
I received a comment on my very first due South story today, which made me realize that said story is a couple of months past three years old. It reminded me of that meme-ish thing that went around a while back, people describing their successive fandoms as children--at the time, I think I just had the one, and in its infancy, which wasn't terribly interesting.
But now I'm imagining due South as a spiky-blond-headed three-year-old with a perpetual Kool Aid mustache and a dirty t-shirt, feeling sorely neglected in favor of his dark-haired baby brother Numb3rs, almost fifteen months old now and toddling around the place bouncing off walls (if I didn't keep a sharp eye on them, I suspect Numb3rs would be taking an oh-so-accidental trip down the basement stairs, diapered ass over teakettle, not that this ever happened between my next-younger and very-youngest brothers or anything).
(Meanwhile, somewhere far away in the care of nice, loving people, The X-Files is a red-headed girl turning ten, and wondering who her mother was and why she gave her up.)
(Why yes, it's a horrendously slow morning at work.)
Now I just have to persuade them to let me have a week for the Midwest Travelstravaganza that will be iuliamentis's wedding shower followed by vividcon with maybe a quick jaunt to Canada to say hello to my country next door and pick up those work visa application forms.
I received a comment on my very first due South story today, which made me realize that said story is a couple of months past three years old. It reminded me of that meme-ish thing that went around a while back, people describing their successive fandoms as children--at the time, I think I just had the one, and in its infancy, which wasn't terribly interesting.
But now I'm imagining due South as a spiky-blond-headed three-year-old with a perpetual Kool Aid mustache and a dirty t-shirt, feeling sorely neglected in favor of his dark-haired baby brother Numb3rs, almost fifteen months old now and toddling around the place bouncing off walls (if I didn't keep a sharp eye on them, I suspect Numb3rs would be taking an oh-so-accidental trip down the basement stairs, diapered ass over teakettle, not that this ever happened between my next-younger and very-youngest brothers or anything).
(Meanwhile, somewhere far away in the care of nice, loving people, The X-Files is a red-headed girl turning ten, and wondering who her mother was and why she gave her up.)
(Why yes, it's a horrendously slow morning at work.)