Title:  Ex Aequo
Rating:  G, gen
Word count:  1606
Summary:  Sam moves into a Stanford dormitory and stands in the hallway, watching the hustle and bustle.

Much thanks to
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Can it be Indian summer before the Labour Day weekend?  If so, we've got it.  It's not supposed to be 29 degrees Celsius in Vancouver, ever, and really not in September.

Maybe it's my fault.  Maybe I brought it back from the mountains, where it is also not supposed to be 90 degrees Fahrenheit (not an easy word to spell).  And yet it was, for 11 days ( Read more... )

I would have died on the bus the other day if a bus-friend hadn't loaned me a book, because I'd finished mine, which was 'Pet Sematary'.  Which is, I think, the only book I've ever read that I've actually found creepy (or, at least, creepy in a creepy way; I've been frightened off by terrible writing before, though!).

She loaned me 'Home from the ( Read more... )

It took two hours on the bus to get home today.  And there was a woman whose cell phone rang about fifteen times in that period, and you know that high-pitched and very loud chirping that some car alarms make?  That was her ringtone.

On the bus, invariably I end up sitting next to a man.  Which is fine, but slightly odd, because, at least on my ( Read more... )

Pardon me as I ramble about random things, because I am going insane as I copyedit completely rewrite a Fire Preparedness and Suppression Plan for this highway reconstruction project.

It is full of useful information like "A competent person should do this task."  On page 15 of 27, we find this jewel:  "Fire is an emergency."

I tell you, the prose is ( Read more... )

Go listen to EVP Edition 1 in
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There are times that I hate public transit.  Specifically, between the second I wake up in the morning and the second I drop off at night.

Today I was on an overcrowded bus (is there any other kind?) with an elbow in my right ear, a backpack (not mine) pushing into my shoulder blades, and a woman clutching my left fist because space on the handrail ( Read more... )

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

I just used Drano for the first time.  Bathtub drain is clogged, because I have two heads' worth of hair.  So I pour in my heaping teaspoon of light green powder, mildly amused at all the emphasized, capitalized words in the instructions, and add a cup of cold water (yes, it was after "RECAP THE BOTTLE").  Nothing to ( Read more... )

Title:  Troubled Waters

Rating:  PG, Gen

Summary:  In northwestern Washington, Sam and Dean run into a cult, missing people, plagues, some really humid weather, and possessed trees.

Disclaimer:  As usual, I don’t own anything.  The geography in this story is fairly accurate; everything else is fiction.  Oh, and apologies to William Butler Yeats.

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Title:  Troubled Waters

Rating:  PG, Gen

Summary:  In northwestern Washington, Sam and Dean run into a cult, missing people, plagues, some really humid weather, and possessed trees.

Disclaimer:  As usual, I don’t own anything.  The geography in this story is fairly accurate; everything else is fiction.  Oh, and apologies to William Butler Yeats.

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