Let me explain. Actually: let me sum up.
I'm house sitting at the moment, which means I'm playing with the most ridiculous TV in the world. Did you guys know Sky is airing 24/7? Because they are. You better believe I am PVRing that. ...not that I wasn't getting it from the internet anyway, but hey. I also invested in a 5m HDMI cord, which is glooooooooorious. Boo yah multi-tasking. Jabba the Fluff is continuing to ignore me, though. (I have committed the heinous crime of Not Being Her Humans, so. I understand the dilemma.)
Our Christmas stuff was mostly low key enjoyable -- family stuff involved a lot of bacon and then being spoilt with various things and playing with my kitten, and then all of the food in the world for dinner with brevet relatives and family friends. I headed home after that and stayed up till Yuletide went live with
stickmarionette, which was mostly awesome but also terrible for my sleep schedule, oops.
I was super lucky and got What's Behind the Storied Curtain, a Trixie Belden story about growing up and how people and relationships change. You know how there's that magic Yuletide thing where you get a story that just feels like an excerpt from canon, or a place that canon never went? This fic totally nailed that spot on, and I am so freaking thrilled -- it's such an honest and plausible take on how Trixie and Honey could grow up from the last point we see them in canon, and it's exactly the sort of thing I was hoping I'd be lucky enough to get. YAY. Thank you so so much, Anon! <333
We failed hardcore at sleeping much after that, went on a quest for coffee and pie (totally cockblocked by 90% of the town centre being closed), came back to watch Doctor Who (<3), and then on advice from
blademistress we hared off to face the Boxing Day sales and I, uh, bought a couch like a respectable grown up? IDEK. Pictures to follow when it gets delivered tomorrow, I'm sure. L plans on playing Living Room Idol with our furniture.
If you've seen it, you can probably identify the point where I quoted "home is not a place!!!!" and then tried semi-successfully to not tear up. I liked it a lot, anyhow.
/SPOILER!
Despite the fact that yesterday was a public holiday here, I went in to work in the morning for a few hours and got a head start. Given how much we had to do today (and how I, uh, was in fact the most competent one there for sure, oh coworker) I'm actually really glad I did, and it also means I've scammed an extra day of leave to use later in the year. \o/
Then in the afternoon the Canes and the Hawks both won, which was superb and brought me great joy. And only about ten minutes of that involved me not realising someone else was in the house hearing me yelling at the TV like a totally normal person. /o\ Then the Oilers lost and I got so steamed about it I literally** threw myself into the pool to calm down. who am I. (Oh well. At least I took my jersey off first.)
Tonight I plan on trying frantically to finish my holiday exchange fic and to make the house look vaguely habitable for whenever my mother comes over later to watch the Downton Abbey Christmas special. Wish me luck, please.
Right now I'm watching Nickolodeon and distracting myself by imagining how the people who write headlines on NHL.com would explode with glee if by some chance Alex Auld and Jamie Langenbrunner ever both signed new contracts in the first week of January. SELF, BE MORE PRODUCTIVE. :/
**Actual literally, not Canadian literally.
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Our Christmas stuff was mostly low key enjoyable -- family stuff involved a lot of bacon and then being spoilt with various things and playing with my kitten, and then all of the food in the world for dinner with brevet relatives and family friends. I headed home after that and stayed up till Yuletide went live with
stickmarionette, which was mostly awesome but also terrible for my sleep schedule, oops.
I was super lucky and got What's Behind the Storied Curtain, a Trixie Belden story about growing up and how people and relationships change. You know how there's that magic Yuletide thing where you get a story that just feels like an excerpt from canon, or a place that canon never went? This fic totally nailed that spot on, and I am so freaking thrilled -- it's such an honest and plausible take on how Trixie and Honey could grow up from the last point we see them in canon, and it's exactly the sort of thing I was hoping I'd be lucky enough to get. YAY. Thank you so so much, Anon! <333
We failed hardcore at sleeping much after that, went on a quest for coffee and pie (totally cockblocked by 90% of the town centre being closed), came back to watch Doctor Who (<3), and then on advice from
blademistress we hared off to face the Boxing Day sales and I, uh, bought a couch like a respectable grown up? IDEK. Pictures to follow when it gets delivered tomorrow, I'm sure. L plans on playing Living Room Idol with our furniture.
If you've seen it, you can probably identify the point where I quoted "home is not a place!!!!" and then tried semi-successfully to not tear up. I liked it a lot, anyhow.
/SPOILER!
Despite the fact that yesterday was a public holiday here, I went in to work in the morning for a few hours and got a head start. Given how much we had to do today (and how I, uh, was in fact the most competent one there for sure, oh coworker) I'm actually really glad I did, and it also means I've scammed an extra day of leave to use later in the year. \o/
Then in the afternoon the Canes and the Hawks both won, which was superb and brought me great joy. And only about ten minutes of that involved me not realising someone else was in the house hearing me yelling at the TV like a totally normal person. /o\ Then the Oilers lost and I got so steamed about it I literally** threw myself into the pool to calm down. who am I. (Oh well. At least I took my jersey off first.)
Tonight I plan on trying frantically to finish my holiday exchange fic and to make the house look vaguely habitable for whenever my mother comes over later to watch the Downton Abbey Christmas special. Wish me luck, please.
Right now I'm watching Nickolodeon and distracting myself by imagining how the people who write headlines on NHL.com would explode with glee if by some chance Alex Auld and Jamie Langenbrunner ever both signed new contracts in the first week of January. SELF, BE MORE PRODUCTIVE. :/
**Actual literally, not Canadian literally.
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