So, another conversation, in lieu of actual content, because I don't seem to have the brainpower for anything more -- it's been one of those days, starting with going to the gym only to realize after the workout and shower that I didn't actually pack a bra, and had to drive back home before going to work, then going downhill from there ( Read more... )

So the spouse has a Friday tradition where he goes out with his buddies to the bar, where they commiserate over their workweek, and doesn't come home until about 7 PM, which means I get hours of quiet, uninterrupted writing time that I usually spoil somehow by watching TV.  The point is, he's a very considerate man who definitely doesn't sacrifice ( Read more... )

I promise I didn't disappear again, I've just been busy, and getting lost in a research spiral, but, hey, a conversation!

One of our short-term contract staff members, a lovely young woman, got a job offer somewhere else.  She's of course taking the job.  The catch?  It's not even in her field.  They want her to teach coding.

She's very up front ( Read more... )

Now that I'm certified plague-free and have stopped leaving behind my lungs after climbing the stairs, I'm able to go back to the gym.  I took it easy today, because it's been a while, and I'm not stupid -- working out to the same level as before pretty much equals I can't move my legs the next morning.

Regardless, I made a grave miscalculation.  I ( Read more... )

Streak (n), not to be confused with streak (v), where one means doing something successfully on an unbroken, consecutive basis, and the other means running naked across a footie field and realizing too late that the escape route was poorly planned out.

I mention this because I've done neither.

So, it's the night before the workweek Monday that ( Read more... )

I coped with the dull and drudgery that was my workday by stopping what I was doing every 20 minutes to read a chapter in a book.  It wasn't even a good book, but I was desperate to distract the not-logical part of my brain that wasn't working well with the logical part of my brain.  Apparently, in no universe, ever, does my brain want to work ( Read more... )

*taps fuse box*

*pennies rattle*

Right, so I'll just take a cautious step back while the dodgy thing with dodgier Macgyver fix continues to be working, and address the subject line.  In the eternal mystery of what came first, I'm pretty sure my headache is the cumulative product of other people's stupidity.

To explain:

I've been taking a page from the ( Read more... )

Hi!  Hi again.  Okay, two for two, two days in a row, let's hope all those copper pennies in the fuse box hold out for a little longer.  Turns out it's a stone age-era fuse box needing lightning-fused sand blobby-headed fuses from the shop, but $0.10 in change I should've turned over to the bank when they stopped making pennies, some aluminum foil ( Read more... )

Er, hello? Is this microphone on?  Shit, sorry about the feedbaaaaaaa-ack-ack-ack -- what the fuck?  Just -- just unplug it, yeah?  Unplu -- what are you doing? Put the water pitcher down.  No, not there, jesus, step back, what's wrong with y---

*overhead lights pop out.  microphone feedback fizzles to a whine*

Yeah, okay.  Hold on a second.

*pale ( Read more... )

Title: Evil Overlord, Inc.
Author: loaded_march| Footloose(AO3)
Artist: mushroomtale| Mushroomtale(AO3)

Pairings/Characters: Merlin/Arthur, background Morgana/Leon
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~150K

Warnings: Gratuitous use of asides and pop culture references.  Flying pens and pencils.  Gwaine.

Author's notes:It goes without saying that fandom isn't fandom without its ( Read more... )