First off, Happy Birthday to
lizbee! Here in the past, it's still the twelfth for another eighteen minutes, anyway. ;) Hope your day was excellent!
Have been working today on my the first of my crazy Random Pairing Generator fics. And, as is so often the case, the sheer cracktasticness of the prompt means that the fic itself is dark and terribly serious and full of woe. Also, apocalypse. But it is Barbara/Liz! Surely we can forgive some worlds ending for that pairing.
Hey, new layout! It's probably quite temporary, since I'm already fed up with some of the broken bits of it (most notably its stretchiness and strange narrowness and such). I do like the header, though. Balloons! Clock faces! Little dashed lines and things!
Have rekindled my odd obsession with the board game Monopoly, because. Well. It is strangely amusing to have various characters from fandom playing this game. (Fraser keeps losing because he is too nice, I have decided. And Silver cheats. Also, Donna seems to get Park Place and Boardwalk through dice rolls alone every time.) This new habit is not at all strange, no.
In other news, I'm planning on starting up my coin collection again. Yay, coins! Shininess + history = major draw for me. I will need to rescue them from my parents' house, though, and maybe see if I can persuade my brother to part with his collection for a shiny quarter. Anyone else here indulge in numismatics?
And speaking of history, my Mom came across a brilliant old photo album that my Granddad kept during WWII. There are pictures of planes and things, since he was a pilot, but also some amazing aerial views of cities in India and palaces and such. It's really interesting - he never much talked about that part of his life, so I guess it's that old cliché where you feel you know someone better after they died, etc. But not in the Due South way, with the talkative ghosts following you around and building offices in your closet. Er. Yes. Point being that my Dad's going to digitize this collection of photos. They're really amazing.
Tomorrow? Groceries, further fandoming, exercising the knee, and lots and lots of cleaning. Possibly ice cream, too. And after cleaning comes picspam of the apartment, long overdue!
Five straight days of shifts, starting Saturday. Once more unto the etc.
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Have been working today on my the first of my crazy Random Pairing Generator fics. And, as is so often the case, the sheer cracktasticness of the prompt means that the fic itself is dark and terribly serious and full of woe. Also, apocalypse. But it is Barbara/Liz! Surely we can forgive some worlds ending for that pairing.
Hey, new layout! It's probably quite temporary, since I'm already fed up with some of the broken bits of it (most notably its stretchiness and strange narrowness and such). I do like the header, though. Balloons! Clock faces! Little dashed lines and things!
Have rekindled my odd obsession with the board game Monopoly, because. Well. It is strangely amusing to have various characters from fandom playing this game. (Fraser keeps losing because he is too nice, I have decided. And Silver cheats. Also, Donna seems to get Park Place and Boardwalk through dice rolls alone every time.) This new habit is not at all strange, no.
In other news, I'm planning on starting up my coin collection again. Yay, coins! Shininess + history = major draw for me. I will need to rescue them from my parents' house, though, and maybe see if I can persuade my brother to part with his collection for a shiny quarter. Anyone else here indulge in numismatics?
And speaking of history, my Mom came across a brilliant old photo album that my Granddad kept during WWII. There are pictures of planes and things, since he was a pilot, but also some amazing aerial views of cities in India and palaces and such. It's really interesting - he never much talked about that part of his life, so I guess it's that old cliché where you feel you know someone better after they died, etc. But not in the Due South way, with the talkative ghosts following you around and building offices in your closet. Er. Yes. Point being that my Dad's going to digitize this collection of photos. They're really amazing.
Tomorrow? Groceries, further fandoming, exercising the knee, and lots and lots of cleaning. Possibly ice cream, too. And after cleaning comes picspam of the apartment, long overdue!
Five straight days of shifts, starting Saturday. Once more unto the etc.