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First order of business: Because I appear to be slowly podficcing my way through "Pete, the failiest Timelord" series that Ginny and I write, you can now download a podfic of " A Little Less Straight Line, A Little More Timey-Wimey." It is the original story in the series and it is near and dear to my heart.
Download it here. And, if you missed the previous podfic, Daleks! at the Disco as read by me. :)
Second order of business: HAHA I WROTE A FUCKING ESSAY ON POKEMON, YOU WISH YOUR LIFE WAS THIS AWESOME. Actually, that essay totally kicked my ass, but you can have a snippet of it anyway:My mom tells me goodbye and then, with the weight of the pokeball on my waist, I start walking down Route 1 to Viridian City from Pallet Town. Professor Oak, the Pokemon researcher that lives next door to us, let me choose from the three Pokemon he had on hand before I left and I picked Bulbasaur because I liked the way it looked kind of like a frog with an onion on its back, in the blues and greens that are my favorite colors. Besides, I like grass-type Pokemon better than fire or water. It's weird, though, knowing that I'm ten years old and out on this route alone with only my Bulbasaur to keep me company.
Okay, so that's not entirely true. It's 1999, I'm in third grade with my brand-new (Grape) GameBoy Color in my hands and playing Pokemon Red.
That's pretty much it, actually. Oh wait, no.
Third order of business: the dryer of my apartment complex's laundry room is TOTALLY BUSTED. But in a good way, because I got five loads of laundry out of one set of quarters. It remains to be seen whether or not I need the quarters at all, actually, but I don't have more laundry to test this theory out. Just gotta wait until the next laundry day!
Fourth order of business: My fantasybigbang needs like. A million more words before Thursday. Okay, it's actually only 5K so it's doable but. UGH I DON'T WANNA. I also have to finish my ZOMBIE DIPLOMACY fic but I have a little while longer on that one and it's mostly written because lol, it's 5K of fic based on the song "Re: Your Brains." I'M A LITTLE CRAZY, OKAY?
Fifth order of business: SHUT UP AND LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS.
Okay, I'm done now. Ignore me and my crazy.
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Download it here. And, if you missed the previous podfic, Daleks! at the Disco as read by me. :)
Second order of business: HAHA I WROTE A FUCKING ESSAY ON POKEMON, YOU WISH YOUR LIFE WAS THIS AWESOME. Actually, that essay totally kicked my ass, but you can have a snippet of it anyway:My mom tells me goodbye and then, with the weight of the pokeball on my waist, I start walking down Route 1 to Viridian City from Pallet Town. Professor Oak, the Pokemon researcher that lives next door to us, let me choose from the three Pokemon he had on hand before I left and I picked Bulbasaur because I liked the way it looked kind of like a frog with an onion on its back, in the blues and greens that are my favorite colors. Besides, I like grass-type Pokemon better than fire or water. It's weird, though, knowing that I'm ten years old and out on this route alone with only my Bulbasaur to keep me company.
Okay, so that's not entirely true. It's 1999, I'm in third grade with my brand-new (Grape) GameBoy Color in my hands and playing Pokemon Red.
That's pretty much it, actually. Oh wait, no.
Third order of business: the dryer of my apartment complex's laundry room is TOTALLY BUSTED. But in a good way, because I got five loads of laundry out of one set of quarters. It remains to be seen whether or not I need the quarters at all, actually, but I don't have more laundry to test this theory out. Just gotta wait until the next laundry day!
Fourth order of business: My fantasybigbang needs like. A million more words before Thursday. Okay, it's actually only 5K so it's doable but. UGH I DON'T WANNA. I also have to finish my ZOMBIE DIPLOMACY fic but I have a little while longer on that one and it's mostly written because lol, it's 5K of fic based on the song "Re: Your Brains." I'M A LITTLE CRAZY, OKAY?
Fifth order of business: SHUT UP AND LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS.
Okay, I'm done now. Ignore me and my crazy.
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