So, today went sort of fifty-fifty. I headed off to work this morning in the haze of 'haven't-had-coffee-couldn't-sleep-last-night-got-five-hours-maybe'. It's a very good thing I stop about ten minutes drive away from home to buy coffee, because it was as I was walking in, travel mug in hand, that I thought "okay, good, 7.40, should make it to ( Read more... )

Oh my god, I lose at life so much. I was so proud for -finally- getting my flashfiction done, and posted on the DOT of the deadline ( Read more... )

I suspect this post is going to turn rambly (four hours sleep! lots of things to bore you people with! etc!) so I'm gonna leave this up the top where it should be visible - I have something to posit and okay, admittedly probably only Emma will understand it, but: the bass-line/underlying melody of the feelers' Anniversary is remarkably reminiscent ( Read more... )

Apparently if you get Ray Kowalski tipsy enough, he starts singing. ABBA. The Monkees. Show tunes. Wandering happy-drunk on and off the pavement, stumbling along Halsted with his arm around Fraser's shoulders ( Read more... )

...um, so? I just saw the list of titles of what Kat wrote for my birthday and teared up.  I didn't even read them yet ( Read more... )

oh god, it's eleven already. gah. this keeps happening. admittedly, tonight, it happened because i got home super late and then flopped in front of the tv after doing my bit for dinner instead of trying to work on anything, but... Bones! which i am stupidly hooked on (the degree to which i am hooked is stupid, not the action of being hooked) ( Read more... )

written for Kat, Feb 2006

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( Kowalski. Ray Kowalski. )

'...and now Fraser's making tiny little velociraptor noises, chittering, and, memo to self, do not, repeat do not let Dief watch Jurassic Park right before bed beause boy with the weird mental associations, and he does not need to be picturing that again right now, especially not when his equally sharp teeth are- are- well. There. Yes. Ray ( Read more... )