The Bride of Drunken Photoshopping Strikes Back!
Work has been several unmitigated and innovatively appalling levels of hell. I have been thisclose to stabbing the new business manager in the face with one of those wooden latte-stirring sticks several times this week. Cures have involved chocolate, booze, and plodding through The Brothers Karamazov (the fine line between "epic" and "tedious" is nowhere as evident as in that classic).
I also finally got around to watching seasons 1 of House (w00t! Bertie!) and CSI: New York. As inspired by the latter and that glass of port I just had:
Considering the rate CSI breeds franchises, this wouldn't come as a surprise. And I really wanted to see Hermione whip out her wand and do a Dustus Fingerprintus on assorted doorknobs and loo porcelain to see who let the troll into the dungeons in PS/SS.
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In fandom-y things, I have ambitions this month:
I also finally got around to watching seasons 1 of House (w00t! Bertie!) and CSI: New York. As inspired by the latter and that glass of port I just had:
Considering the rate CSI breeds franchises, this wouldn't come as a surprise. And I really wanted to see Hermione whip out her wand and do a Dustus Fingerprintus on assorted doorknobs and loo porcelain to see who let the troll into the dungeons in PS/SS.
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In fandom-y things, I have ambitions this month:
- Must get cracking with jedi__santa. The state of that story could be characterised as a dismal approximation of an outline.
- Beta reading. That means imadra_blue and tathren. Hopefully I'll have my brain back by the weekend and will email you with the goods then.
- The kabillion slashfest things I must do. On the bright side, that means I soon get to abandon the Karamazovs for Dorian Gray.
- Ought to stop obsessing about Q.I., especially when it leads to moments of blistering RPS insanity on my part. Oy vey.