I'll finish the Excel spreadsheet if you'll finish reading and commenting on the 120+ essays in front of me, which are devouring me from below and above and somewhere in the middle...?
Deal. Except I'll write all my comments in Italian. Then they can come back to you with the WTF-ness of it all.
smooch
Oh, to be able to wrap a Somebody Else's Problem field around her so that nobody would pay any attention at all...
Any way we could get the coders working a MARCIE that works on humans and annoying dogs??
Sadly, I think wank is my fandom these days. Not that I'm any more active about hunting it down than I am about finding new actual fandoms to follow -- but every once in a while I see my flist filling up with shit-i-didn't-say posts, and it's like, hey, looks like Fandom XYZ blew up! (So I guess I'm just in it for the meta. How lame is that?)
Timelies all!
When G gets home were going to the Waterson:Carthy concert. This should be interesting, since we've never even heard them before. Still, this
is a family that's a part of the English folk scene.
I really need to write some BtVS that's NOT drawerfic again one of these days.
Whatever happened to
Sunrise.
I know you were sending to SA to beta, and then...
Whatever happened to Sunrise. I know you were sending to SA to beta, and then...
There was this decision to radically restructure things. Then there was a lot of research into various types of injuries. I started the rewrite. Then one weekend, Paul was working, and I was bored, and I popped this DVD someone had sent me into the player, and by the end of the week, I was lost. Then life ate me. Then when life stopped eating me, I was even MORE lost, and everything'd turned into "FLAIL!!! See... the thing about Dean is..." or "FLAIL!!! Oh, Sammy! I'm sorry, baby." or "Oh, John Winchester. You stubborn, stubborn son of a bitch."
(But I'm willing to send you the unbeta'd finished version. I do plan on doing the restructure. Eventually. Probably this summer.)
Hell, yes. I mean that in the yes, please way.
Why do friday afternoons always last 4.3 brazilion hours?
Gah! I can't believe I care about the peak oil thing.
I'm currently sitting in the cafeteria in Fountain Valley waiting for my 3pm interview to start.