Well, since I'm now over half-way *through* my Easter break, and there's no guarantee of internet on the other side of that, I thought maybe I should have a RL babble-post. So feel free to click or not click on the cuts as the mood takes you.
I've been away long enough to have fallen in love with many, many new things. (
cut for new fandom babbling )
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:( at no-internet. The desire to spam you with random things will no doubt come on me eventually though, so: be scared. ;)
It pains me to note that every single new thing you've fallen for is something that I've missed in one way or another. (I watched about ten minutes of Supernatural before I was put off. But there are now two of the Flist that like it and I was wrong about House (which I didn't like to begin with - on the strength of the Pilot), so ... maybe. Like I have time for any *new* obsessions!)
And okay: honey, 'But Westward Look' sounds like something you must finish *immediately* so that I can read it. Seriously. For the love of god. (*g*)
Sam is working for a Californian Congressman, which comes as a surprise to the West Wing people, who are somewhat shocked when he turns up with his boss for a meeting. There is sex, and then anger, and then ( ... )
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Well, I've sweet-talked the student-internet guy into unblocking LJ, so I can at least get access from college if I go in early/late enough that I don't freak out at other people seeing me reading porn!
This makes my 14 chapters, which I thought quite impressive until just now, look incredibly puny. *sulk* ;))
I still haven't written more than 4000 words! But it needs to go out that far cz Josh is being VP before I visit horror on him (Sam would be President, but I don't think I can make the US liberal enough to elect him) and Jed is dying of complications... And yet this is a happy-ending story. But anyway, I wouldn't sulk, cz your fic is both fabulous and being *written*... :-)
how students are now legitimate targets. WTF?I know! They *set fire* to boathouses. We have bomb codewords for the night of the ball. Which is nothing new to a Northern Irish girl really, but I'm supposed to be safe from all that ( ... )
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