Stufflets
Hello, hello... Oh for goodness sake. It's twenty past ten! How did that happen? I am not pleased.
There are people talking loudly downstairs. This is most unusual! Normally everyone in this building sits quietly like little mices, weeping softly into the darkness, occasionally getting up the energy to sigh at the kettle. Seriously, it's one of the rules! It's in the contract. Behave like depressed rodent at all times. Do not chew on electric cables. No pets. That's what it says.
So, yeah... So, today in the local paper, some of the people who lived near the murderer now want the 'Murder House' (TM) pulled down. Others want the road renamed, to "something a bit happier". Lovely Road? Absolutely No Murder Or Anything Like That Street? But another resident said she didn't think it was a good idea, because, after all, "it's not the name's fault". Well... no. That's quite true.
Oh! I have thinks to link to. After I broke that bowl the other day, kitchencynic was inspired to create this fabulous community: potsihavebroken. It is, quite simply, a place for you to talk about pots you have broken. Share the pain, people! Share the pain!
Stephen Fry can has a podcast! Stephen Fry's Podgrams. Go, go -- subscribe! He will talk to you about breaking his arm in the Amazon and things, and it will be soothing and moving and funny and random and full of words, and you will love it!
Fandom works quickly. Being Human (wot I mentioned previously) now has some communities, and already they are busy and full to bursting with icons and fic and questions and polls and opinions and... not yet kerfuffles and arguments, but I'm sure that will come. I have diligently joined these communities, and they will no doubt happily clutter up my flist until I get fed up and stop watching them.
So yay for Being Human!
Erm... yeah. Mostly. Unfortunately, as well as being great, it is also (not completely, but in areas such as the concept, scenario, character dynamics and general tone) the novel I have been Not Writing. Sort of. That actually makes me a tiny bit sad. Oh well. As one is Not Writing it anyway, one can't really complain, can one? C'est la vie...
Now, I must away to my bed, because it has become nearly ten to eleven.
There are people talking loudly downstairs. This is most unusual! Normally everyone in this building sits quietly like little mices, weeping softly into the darkness, occasionally getting up the energy to sigh at the kettle. Seriously, it's one of the rules! It's in the contract. Behave like depressed rodent at all times. Do not chew on electric cables. No pets. That's what it says.
So, yeah... So, today in the local paper, some of the people who lived near the murderer now want the 'Murder House' (TM) pulled down. Others want the road renamed, to "something a bit happier". Lovely Road? Absolutely No Murder Or Anything Like That Street? But another resident said she didn't think it was a good idea, because, after all, "it's not the name's fault". Well... no. That's quite true.
Oh! I have thinks to link to. After I broke that bowl the other day, kitchencynic was inspired to create this fabulous community: potsihavebroken. It is, quite simply, a place for you to talk about pots you have broken. Share the pain, people! Share the pain!
Stephen Fry can has a podcast! Stephen Fry's Podgrams. Go, go -- subscribe! He will talk to you about breaking his arm in the Amazon and things, and it will be soothing and moving and funny and random and full of words, and you will love it!
Fandom works quickly. Being Human (wot I mentioned previously) now has some communities, and already they are busy and full to bursting with icons and fic and questions and polls and opinions and... not yet kerfuffles and arguments, but I'm sure that will come. I have diligently joined these communities, and they will no doubt happily clutter up my flist until I get fed up and stop watching them.
So yay for Being Human!
Erm... yeah. Mostly. Unfortunately, as well as being great, it is also (not completely, but in areas such as the concept, scenario, character dynamics and general tone) the novel I have been Not Writing. Sort of. That actually makes me a tiny bit sad. Oh well. As one is Not Writing it anyway, one can't really complain, can one? C'est la vie...
Now, I must away to my bed, because it has become nearly ten to eleven.