Update first: auction!fic #2 is 3,700 words and counting (and taking on a life of its own) so I emailed its buyer who says she doesn't mind waiting longer for a longer fic. *gives 20 Feb deadline the finger and stops freaking out about not having time* Which means I can stop neglecting RP (although the fic is obviously going to remain priority one ( Read more... )

Or, more accurately, I am being brought out by my sister whether I like it or not. On one hand, it's a Strategy board game tournament and Strategy gaming is about as much fun as you can have with your clothes on. On the other hand, it's been more than three years now since I've socialized with actual strangers and I'm terrified that I'm going to ( Read more... )

Only I would be flaky enough to lose my job over a broken alarm-clock. Back to the job-hunt on Monday...

Glad you asked. For one thing, this story starts with me copping to reading an article on geology for recreation...

On seeing the following sentence "The deepest hole drilled to date is the SG-3 borehole which is 12.3 km (7.6 mi)[6] deep, part of the Kola Superdeep Borehole project" (before I'd actually processed all the words and put them together ( Read more... )

( blood and other gross things after the cut... )