Desperately looking through a handful of old memory sticks in search of a Merlin fic I want to revive I had the very great joy of finding some truly glorious unfinished fic; some of it so bad I wanted to laugh, some of it fic I'd completely forgotten I'd ever written. A lot of few-line beginnings of fics that never got any further. I wanted to ( Read more... )

It's a quiet day at work and I don't feel like attacking my backlog so I'm just going to sit on the internet and, apparently, read the comment threads on the Guardian website. Such vile pits of human depravity and self-delusion, but I just can't seem to stop reading ( Read more... )

I continue to fail at being a productive member of society. I don't remember failing to get a job being this depressing last time around, despite the fact that I was living with my mum at the time and that was not exactly fun. I suppose this time I'm scared I'm going to lose my flat. And then I will cry all over you. All over all of youNeeding ( Read more... )

I'm going to (1.) ( briefly talk about the riots here in London. BRIEFLY. )

Hey! Look at that! My LJ had somehow saved my spn_balthazar exchange fic. It's fate. It wants to be posted. When in fact all I wanted to do was talk about how you all take advantage of my drunken state to try and get me to write disturbing things and how hasn't it been ages since I drunk posted without actually having the excuse of having gone out anywhere ( Read more... )

I despair. Two academics who I have admired for many years (one in part because he has long, flowing white hair like Prof Lloyd's) this week have shown me that, actually, they are complete and utter money-grabbing, hypocritical, spineless dickwanks. I revoke my membership to your fanclub organisation and I tearfully take your limited edition books ( Read more... )

Now that the never-ending agony and trauma that was the Dean/Castiel BigBang is over, I feel I can actually post normal-type things to my LJ again. Also, NO MORE EDITING PARTAAAAAY!!!

So, I have now reached the epic age of thirty. And what did I do for my thirieth birthday? I chose to go to the Old Operating Theatre, which was disturbing and ( Read more... )

Fantastic Friday, full of hip flasks, China town food, beer, pre-ordered interval wine, and the wonderful play The Secret of Sherlock Holmes. As this reviewer says, the set was beautiful, and I thought the actors who played Holmes and Watson were very good. It had me smiling like a loon through most of it, and the revelation of the second half was ( Read more... )

Oh hai new boss. I think we struck a good deal here. We both don't do work and no one says anything ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I stunned and amazed you all with my lyric and literary genius, so I give you:

An Ode to the Printer

You shitting printer
Why the hell won't you print?
I can't do any bloody work
Or go home
Until you effing print you effing pant-face
I know it's hard for you
It is for
Me too.
But if you just
PrintWe'll all be better off ( Read more... )