Stuff. And changes.
Kuh. Look. I just went and retitled all my Torchwood fic posts so that the title of the post is actually the title of the fic.
I'm not sure whether to be pleased about my (eventual) organising skills, or slightly put out that I'm being all conventional. Though it does make it easier to find stuff, I confess. And I do have more than twenty posts tagged as Torchwood fic, now, so it saves me trawling through to find things. *shrugs*
Ah well.
Had another Torchwood dream the other day. Slightly more plot possibility, though it was still strange. Doctor Who involvement, too. The Doctor had redecorated the TARDIS. The central column was now a box on wheels that you could move out of the way if necessary. And he, Martha and Jack (and me, for some reason... :D) came back to Torchwood. Except that everyone had gone weird. We had a meeting in the Boardroom to discuss stuff. Owen was sitting next to Diane. Ianto randomnly had his new girlfriend there, too. Tosh and Gwen were nowhere to be seen. And then, later on, when Jack started getting attacked by a flock of alien birds or something (bigger than the sparkles, though that may have had something to do with it...) Owen, Diane and Ianto were all stood on one of the walkways watching, and Owen was looking bored silly, but Ianto was laughing hysterically. Until he stopped suddenly, wandered over to the water tower, yanked a panel off, stuck a hand in and ripped out something. (Wires? Boards? Random alien creature living inside? I'm fairly sure it was the latter... Might even have been the birds' nest...) And subsequently saved the day, though nobody was too grateful about it.
And again with the flickering perspective. I have this problem with based-on-something dreams. There's no real place for me, so even if I'm sometimes there watching, I know I shouldn't be, and sometimes randomnly jump into someone else's perspective to better fit into the scenario. Except that I know I can't be them, and so jump back out into myself again.
I should really write something with this stuff, or it'll drive me up the wall thinking about it.
Yeah. Stuff. There's other stuff happening too. Like LJMU. I got my accomodation booklet, and I'm fairly sure about which set of housing I want to be in. Free Broadband access may have had something to do with that decision. Possibly. ;)
Other stuff? There must be something. Tchah.
I need lunch. Byebye.
I'm not sure whether to be pleased about my (eventual) organising skills, or slightly put out that I'm being all conventional. Though it does make it easier to find stuff, I confess. And I do have more than twenty posts tagged as Torchwood fic, now, so it saves me trawling through to find things. *shrugs*
Ah well.
Had another Torchwood dream the other day. Slightly more plot possibility, though it was still strange. Doctor Who involvement, too. The Doctor had redecorated the TARDIS. The central column was now a box on wheels that you could move out of the way if necessary. And he, Martha and Jack (and me, for some reason... :D) came back to Torchwood. Except that everyone had gone weird. We had a meeting in the Boardroom to discuss stuff. Owen was sitting next to Diane. Ianto randomnly had his new girlfriend there, too. Tosh and Gwen were nowhere to be seen. And then, later on, when Jack started getting attacked by a flock of alien birds or something (bigger than the sparkles, though that may have had something to do with it...) Owen, Diane and Ianto were all stood on one of the walkways watching, and Owen was looking bored silly, but Ianto was laughing hysterically. Until he stopped suddenly, wandered over to the water tower, yanked a panel off, stuck a hand in and ripped out something. (Wires? Boards? Random alien creature living inside? I'm fairly sure it was the latter... Might even have been the birds' nest...) And subsequently saved the day, though nobody was too grateful about it.
And again with the flickering perspective. I have this problem with based-on-something dreams. There's no real place for me, so even if I'm sometimes there watching, I know I shouldn't be, and sometimes randomnly jump into someone else's perspective to better fit into the scenario. Except that I know I can't be them, and so jump back out into myself again.
I should really write something with this stuff, or it'll drive me up the wall thinking about it.
Yeah. Stuff. There's other stuff happening too. Like LJMU. I got my accomodation booklet, and I'm fairly sure about which set of housing I want to be in. Free Broadband access may have had something to do with that decision. Possibly. ;)
Other stuff? There must be something. Tchah.
I need lunch. Byebye.