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Oct. 26th, 2008 04:03 pmI'm enjoying the vague feeling of soreness in my pecs and delts, but I'm not sure if that's from my time in the gym or from the moving I assisted with yesterday.
There is no way to describe fanfic, no matter how good it may be (and yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as good fanfic) without making it sound horrible: "Right, so there's this story where Ianto's pregnant, but only for a small portion, really!, and it's his and Jack's child and Jack's, like, quite torn over the whole thing, and then Owen places the embryo in a status chamber and then...". Most sane ficcers fled when the mpreg was mentioned, but the story isn't bad at all. Although it may simply be my lack of eloquence that's doing the main disservice.
I'm to be a stereotypical nun for Halloween because all the blue Trek science officer shirts were sold out, the Raptor uniforms were too small, and I didn't feel like dealing with the rush of bodies in the store for longer than necessary. No, not a pregnant nun (it is a classic, but there are always a kazillion of those in the parade) and I passed on the devil horns. Just a simple ole nun. The wimple doesn't work with my face *at all*. My cheeks are ginormous, and the way that thing frames me makes it looks like I'm hoarding nuts for the winter. If I end up hitting the party afterward I'll most likely chuck it anyway.
Looking back now, I should have gone with my first instinct this morning and stayed in bed under the covers. Instead I decided to flirt with actually *doing stuff* and in the six hours since I've done laundry and partially cleaned the living room. Such a waste.
The Cap'n's snagged a lovely apartment, even if it is out in the boonies. I'm quite envious. My current situation becomes more and more intolerable as time passes.
There's a Rock Band 2 tournament at a bar in my work area this Tuesday. I run the risk of getting drunk during a weeknight as I do my work and cheer on folks. That is my idea of weeknight fun. Yes, I am "lame" and "square" and other 80's terms for having no problem with enjoying geeky things.
I wish my gym was closer to my house. Or that I had a car or license (both, actually) to get there. Or a gym buddy. That'd be nice.
Carry on.
There is no way to describe fanfic, no matter how good it may be (and yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as good fanfic) without making it sound horrible: "Right, so there's this story where Ianto's pregnant, but only for a small portion, really!, and it's his and Jack's child and Jack's, like, quite torn over the whole thing, and then Owen places the embryo in a status chamber and then...". Most sane ficcers fled when the mpreg was mentioned, but the story isn't bad at all. Although it may simply be my lack of eloquence that's doing the main disservice.
I'm to be a stereotypical nun for Halloween because all the blue Trek science officer shirts were sold out, the Raptor uniforms were too small, and I didn't feel like dealing with the rush of bodies in the store for longer than necessary. No, not a pregnant nun (it is a classic, but there are always a kazillion of those in the parade) and I passed on the devil horns. Just a simple ole nun. The wimple doesn't work with my face *at all*. My cheeks are ginormous, and the way that thing frames me makes it looks like I'm hoarding nuts for the winter. If I end up hitting the party afterward I'll most likely chuck it anyway.
Looking back now, I should have gone with my first instinct this morning and stayed in bed under the covers. Instead I decided to flirt with actually *doing stuff* and in the six hours since I've done laundry and partially cleaned the living room. Such a waste.
The Cap'n's snagged a lovely apartment, even if it is out in the boonies. I'm quite envious. My current situation becomes more and more intolerable as time passes.
There's a Rock Band 2 tournament at a bar in my work area this Tuesday. I run the risk of getting drunk during a weeknight as I do my work and cheer on folks. That is my idea of weeknight fun. Yes, I am "lame" and "square" and other 80's terms for having no problem with enjoying geeky things.
I wish my gym was closer to my house. Or that I had a car or license (both, actually) to get there. Or a gym buddy. That'd be nice.
Carry on.
