An update regarding the Master's degree debacle.

(Hey, if you can come up with a better word, then by all means.)

The university here in BC that I mentioned previously responded to me. They offer only one Education program via correspondence. It's in a very specific vein though, and not one that interests me in the slightest. So scratch that one off ( Read more... )

1) Eleven days until the release of 'Insurgent' by Veronica Roth.
I'm sitting here at my desk, tapping my foot impatiently. The book is an SOS -- Strict On Sale -- which means that it can't be sold AT ALL before the day the embargo is scheduled to be broken. Like, we can't even open the box until then. We haven't received the box yet; they generally ( Read more... )

I'm absolutely NOT counting down the days until the release of "Insurgent" by Veronica Roth.
52 days. And I didn't just do another re-read of "Divergent". Nope.

Speaking of, I need a "Divergent" icon like breathing. I need an Avengers icon of some kind too. Or numerous Avengers ones, because I'm fairly sure the awesome that is the Avengers cannot be ( Read more... )

Good morning!

As things stand today, I am free. I'm off work, and all I really have to accomplish is a mild cleaning of the house. It's storming like stink outside too, so my trip down to the bank and the library is either postponed, or will have to occur by bus...significantly faster than the walk I was originally intending.

Now, I'm plugging away ( Read more... )

(Is there anyone who'd like to speak?)

Yeah. Yeah, I would.

Uh, hi. I'm Percy, and I have a book problem.

(Hi Percy.)

At home, I have this list of books I want to get through before I buy any more. It's about, I dunno, fifty books long, maybe more. I'm not sure. I had it down to forty-eight, and I was really proud of myself. I thought I was making ( Read more... )

Two women are sitting at a kitchen table with mugs in hand, and a teapot between them.

The first is a smartly dressed, her hair pinned back neatly to match her crisp suit -- a short skirt and long jacket in charcoal grey. One might be tempted to make a Cake joke, but that would be done at their peril. She's packing a MI6 standard issue Walther PPK ( Read more... )

PERCY is sitting at a small table in a rather crowded cafe, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee as she glances around.
The chair across from her is suddenly filled by ALEC TREVELYAN (aka 006), who has his own cup.

ALEC: Meeting in such a public place? Forgive me Percy, but this seems to indicate a lack of trust on your part.
PERCY: Do you blame me?
He ( Read more... )

The bedroom is dark, but better described as grey. Some figures are evident lurking in the shadows. Nothing is truly distinct...at least until someone flicks on a lightswich.
This reveals just who is hanging around: James, Moneypenny, Lois, and Remy.
It’s Remy who pokes at the lump on the bed.
REMY: Wakey wakey.
Percy rolls over, pulling her blankets ( Read more... )

The lovely Mercedes introduced this meme, and I've decided to help it 'make the rounds' as it were.

Give me the name of one of my ships. I’ll put my MP3 player on shuffle and make a graphic based on the song. (Optional: I'll also write drabbles for each ship/song combo.)The usual fandoms are open for business ( Read more... )

Percy is sitting at her desk, typing away. Her typical writing demeanor is in play -- biting her lip, eying her screen askance on occasion, pausing every so often to roll her wrists and re-read a passage.

James, Jason, and Remy are all gathered around, looking over her shoulder and being surprisingly both quiet and patient.

Percy finally taps out a ( Read more... )