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So, hey, what's up! In no particular order, here are things that are making me happy.
Marian Call's new album!!!! I love her music so much, you guys! And not just because of her Firefly-inspired songs. And now there is new music that I don't know yet -- it's like my birthday all over again. Actually, that might be when I placed my pre-order. Go listen. Or hit the cut-text for an embedded video
Speaking of my birthday, I was going to post fic, as I am wont to do? Back in August, I dug out the last bit of my SPN series, thinking I could bang it out in a day or three. After all, I'd thought I was nearly done back when I posted sometimes shotgun picks the music. By the end of my birthday, I realized it wasn't quite going to happen, but I figured another day or two, tops, so I put a placeholder post up. ... Then I started aiming for September 30th instead. Yeah, I'm now at 6000 words and the ending keeps shifting away from me. I may need to solicit a beta on it, just because I may not be able to see the written story anymore (versus the shape of the story in my head) by the time I finish.
Blackbird for coffee. Blackbird for company. Blackbird baristas, some of whom I count as friends, some of whom know my name anyway at this point.
Thor fanfic. Did I say Thor fanfic? Yes, yes, I did. Apparently, I like any character called Loki (possibly true). Specifically though, this one makes me grin so hard: Feathering the Nest by Lunik. I have a special place in my heart for any fic that includes the author's note, "Also, what is this, I don't even." (Slightly less crack-y is Lunik's Magnets, Mirrors and Misdirection series, which crosses Sherlock(BBC) with Thor(2011). Meet my current WiP addiction.)
(Actually I have another WiP addiction, but it's not anywhere near as well written, so I'm not linking it in a rec-like fashion. LIVE IN WONDER.)
The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York by Deborah Blum. *cuddles*
Tell Me I'm a Screwed Up Mess by Shaitanah Author's Summary: The Leviathan is having an existential crisis. (a.k.a. What if SPN was written by Joss Whedon.) Mine: snicker-inducing, while still vaguely creepy.
There's due South-ish stuff going on -- a weekend party with fic/icon exchange, plus dSSS sign-ups just opened.
My sister's stupid cat (who's actually really bright, or he wouldn't be such a successful pain in the ass) has developed a complex about whether I maybe like the laptop more than him. "Snuggles! Tail in the FACE. Don't look at that screen, or I will flop on the keyboard!"
My sister's Fb updates, because she is ridiculous and slightly implausible. And covered in science.
My ridiculous crush on one of the trainers at the gym. I have reached the point where I flee from conversations with him because ridiculous crush can't cope ack.
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Marian Call's new album!!!! I love her music so much, you guys! And not just because of her Firefly-inspired songs. And now there is new music that I don't know yet -- it's like my birthday all over again. Actually, that might be when I placed my pre-order. Go listen. Or hit the cut-text for an embedded video
Click to viewSpeaking of my birthday, I was going to post fic, as I am wont to do? Back in August, I dug out the last bit of my SPN series, thinking I could bang it out in a day or three. After all, I'd thought I was nearly done back when I posted sometimes shotgun picks the music. By the end of my birthday, I realized it wasn't quite going to happen, but I figured another day or two, tops, so I put a placeholder post up. ... Then I started aiming for September 30th instead. Yeah, I'm now at 6000 words and the ending keeps shifting away from me. I may need to solicit a beta on it, just because I may not be able to see the written story anymore (versus the shape of the story in my head) by the time I finish.
Blackbird for coffee. Blackbird for company. Blackbird baristas, some of whom I count as friends, some of whom know my name anyway at this point.
Thor fanfic. Did I say Thor fanfic? Yes, yes, I did. Apparently, I like any character called Loki (possibly true). Specifically though, this one makes me grin so hard: Feathering the Nest by Lunik. I have a special place in my heart for any fic that includes the author's note, "Also, what is this, I don't even." (Slightly less crack-y is Lunik's Magnets, Mirrors and Misdirection series, which crosses Sherlock(BBC) with Thor(2011). Meet my current WiP addiction.)
(Actually I have another WiP addiction, but it's not anywhere near as well written, so I'm not linking it in a rec-like fashion. LIVE IN WONDER.)
The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York by Deborah Blum. *cuddles*
Tell Me I'm a Screwed Up Mess by Shaitanah Author's Summary: The Leviathan is having an existential crisis. (a.k.a. What if SPN was written by Joss Whedon.) Mine: snicker-inducing, while still vaguely creepy.
There's due South-ish stuff going on -- a weekend party with fic/icon exchange, plus dSSS sign-ups just opened.
My sister's stupid cat (who's actually really bright, or he wouldn't be such a successful pain in the ass) has developed a complex about whether I maybe like the laptop more than him. "Snuggles! Tail in the FACE. Don't look at that screen, or I will flop on the keyboard!"
My sister's Fb updates, because she is ridiculous and slightly implausible. And covered in science.
My ridiculous crush on one of the trainers at the gym. I have reached the point where I flee from conversations with him because ridiculous crush can't cope ack.
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