Shir, I'm so sorry you have to go through this (again). All of you. I hope peace breaks out soon. Soothing ~ma winging it's way to you.

{{Pix}} A basic need like sleep should not be so difficult for so many.

We came home to a dead mouse and new droppings, so my day will be (partly) spent dealing with the invasion. I've been hoping to re-organize closets and create some space for Babyfras this week, but now I'm scared to open the doors and look in the corners. Over xmas, my sister gave me a bunch of baby clothes that must also be washed, sorted for keeping/tossing and for size -- my sisters are not librarians and are not so much with the organization as I am. Come to think of it, my DH was not so excited about the label maker I gave him for Hanukah as I was. Hmm. I sense a pattern forming.

{{{{Kristin}}}} I hope you get some rest.

{{{{Shir}}}} Safety~ma to you, your family, and your friends. Continued ~ma for peace to be renewed. My heart aches for all this.

The foursome sounded a lot better than the radio reports over here, I'd give you that.

Andi, I didn't know you wrote fic! Go Team!

Shir, there are plenty of awesome writers right here in B.org-world. Hell, maybe do a Wiki format, where everyone gets to dabble in the story, with you having executive editor control of what stays and what goes. Why not? Group sex, group writing!

...ah, this takes me back to the old days, when the Spike's Bitch thread was littered with random bits of improvised porn involving the posters and Spike. And then random bits of fanfic NOT involving the posters - just being fanfic. Back before we had a purpose-built fanfic workshop thread.

Israel, apparently, suddenly had enough of 8 years of rocket attacks over some of its towns. Now my country fights to change the situation. But they don't say what that change they're aiming for is.

I was watching an Israeli ambassador (possibly? Or similar?) on the news yesterday, and that was the line she was selling. Which...yes, naturally I can understand the wish to change the situation. But she didn't in any way explain how this was supposed to change the situation to something better.

Back before we had a purpose-built fanfic workshop thread.

I read it at first "fanfic worship thread".

Israeli ambassador (possibly? Or similar?)

Foreign minister, Tizpi Livni?

But she didn't in any way explain how this was supposed to change the situation to something better.

My worries exactly. Also, I don't understand why now. And why these methods are being used. I also wrote about it in Natter. Gonna go there and find the link and then edit my post. Edit: Shir "Natter 62: The 62nd Natter" Dec 29, 2008 5:15:05 am PST Now I see it's the same thing, only different words I'm using.

...ah, this takes me back to the old days, when the Spike's Bitch thread was littered with random bits of improvised porn involving the posters and Spike.

I wonder if any of my old fanfic is still archived anywhere. That's how I rehoned my writing skills. On Angel fanfic. In retrospect, there were so many newbie mistakes in it, technically speaking, but damn, it was some of the most fun I ever had writing.

Perhaps it's at Shrift's archive? Or the glass onion?

Fay, have you read the fic where Donna betas the Tenth Doctor's horrid Angel/Spike slash? It is made of win. Laughed my ass off.

No! Linky link?

Much peace~ma to Shir and Nilly. And I really love the way Bitches provide distraction and helpful suggestions.

Nora, you're in my thoughts. I hope your travels are hitch-free.

In grumbles that are far less life-and-death, I suffered a grim interference in my coffee supply lines this morning. I woke up an hour late, stumbled to the pre-set coffee maker, and saw that the coffee in the carafe was strangely light. Somehow the filter got messed up so only a quarter of the coffee grounds were involved in the brew—the rest were bone dry. It was too late to make another pot, and I was too uncaffeinated to figure out what had gone wrong the first time anyway. So here I am, at the office, sucking down cup after cup of decent, but not as good as mine, coffee. As tragedies go, it's fairly not, but I'm a bit worried it's a sign of a trip-over-your-own-feet kinda day. Or week.