ah, bah

[flambeau]

Surgery: postponed. Me: cranky. (And beautifully bruised from several people trying to fit me with an iv drip, before postponement.) I amuse myself with M7 episodes courtesy of the divine elynross; I enjoy the eps in themselves, and getting to compare previously imbibed fanon with actual canon also has considerable entertainment value. (Chris Larabee wears colorful blanketlike garments and likes small children, amateur theatricals, and flirting with everyone he meets. And you can tell every single thing that Ezra fellow is thinking and feeling by looking at his face. And I keep referring to Mary as Marita; I think she's a time traveller and her son is one of those cloned pod-children from XF.)

Next diversion up is, of course, writing a big_bang story. I brainstormed plot ideas with merryish and I'm pretty sure I've decided what to go with. Now I have to find the magic start button and get going.