I feel noisy tonight.

To certain Irishmen:

This whining has got to stop. No more cries of “They can’t breath-test in the mornings!” Please. It’s so stupid, it’s not funny. And there are lives at stake here.

See, we know you’re used to only worrying about breath-tests in the evening coming home from the pub. We know that making arrangements to avoid ( Read more... )

I had a full essay planned on this, but I felt like ranting now.

Cyclonus not being the ultimate evil does not equate to Cyclonus being nice to random kids

Cyclonus not being the ultimate evil does not equate to Cyclonus adopting every human child he comes across (that’s Diddlysquat’s job).

Cyclonus being a bit off his trolley does not equate to ( Read more... )

Finally finished the Cyc Diaries (well, the draft), so that's another project out of the way in time for NaNoWriMo. (I'll have to go beta-hunting for it, of course, but not in earnest 'til after November.) And now I feel kinda sad to see it go, so I'll just have to lavish more attention on the nameless NaNo (it has a plot now, really, in between ( Read more... )

Just as I'm trying to get old projects finished so's to have November free, three assignments come up at once. *sigh* On the bright side, two of them aren't that bad and I could get them all done before the first of November (well, two of them I have to); then again, the poetry essay is going to be a pain (we've hardly been through any of the texts ( Read more... )

Dear Head,

I understand that you're unhappy, but please consider this: your griping and aching is causing me to lose sleep, causing me to stress out about not being up in time tomorrow, causing your problems to get worse.  You aren't helping yourself. Please, listen to reason and give me a break. You're supposed to be the smart one, damnit!

Dear ( Read more... )

I'm in that awkward state where one is bored but too tired to do much about it. It probably doesn't help that I've just finished reading The Go-between and King Oedipus for college - neither very cheerful, and both of them tragedies. That and I seem to have been attracted to the most bittersweet extracts of every TV and radio programme over the ( Read more... )

I had to do this sooner or later. The title be provisional.

'Talk Like Waterlog Day'

“It’s not right.”

Oceanglide gave his teammate a curious look. It was increasingly rare to hear Stormcloud making pronouncements on the morality of anything. As he recalled, the last occasion had been a vorn or so before they’d gone into hibernation. Mostly it had ( Read more... )

The other night, I dreamt that Sureshock/Alexis was canon.

Well, sort of. But Sureshock got turned human for five seconds in an episode, which elevated her to 'fic-worthy' status in the eyes of the common fanficcer. The dream continued with a fangirl asserting that "Just because Sureshock's hair was a shade lighter in that one episode doesn't mean ( Read more... )

Finished work and handed up my ID today. Was rather sad. On the other hand, I found something silly on my computer that I'd completely forgotten about...

It was an oddly peaceful scene, particularly for the Decepticon base. A room in the Decepticon base containing Fetch, Crumplezone and Cyclonus, no less, which just made it even more disturbing.

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You'd think you'd be safe enough lurking in the hospital basement, wouldn't you? Yet that's exactly where I met my old English teacher today. And she was going the same way. (Just as well I like her, otherwise I'd be in trouble.) It just goes to show: this town - this country, really - is too small. There's no escape, ever.

In other news, I'm trying ( Read more... )