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"...and about the astonishing number of young ladies who want their bosomry signed by authors, which is apparently something that they are particularly keen on out here."


Okay, best reason to be an author I've come across yet.

(Somehow I don't think it'd work quite so well for me. Dammit.)

XD

I'm gonna have a shower in a few minutes - when I'm done with the SG:A fic, y'know - and then I'm going on a hunt for a monitor and Temeraire, and stopping in at the art gallery for cards and culture. Is gonna be nice to be able to change the brightness of my monitor - I might be able to actually see what the SG:A crew are doing in all the dark, rather than having dialogue and intriguing flashes of motion. And then I'm going to come home, maybe tidy my room a little, and write more.

I love unexpected days off. :D


ETA: You know when you get those really really really big insect bites that make you go O.O and wonder about whether it's laid eggs underneath your skin and someday soon your arm will split open and a parade of small black insect things will crawl out...? Yeah.

*itches*

ETA 2: yes, you are much prettier and more fun than a penis, dude.

*starry eyed* That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.

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I HAVE A 17'' FLATSCREEN MONITOR!

I NO LONGER HAVE ANY NEED FOR SEX!

*filthydirty noises of ridiculous joy*

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apiphile is my favourite. She is my favourite because she's written my absolute number one cast iron completely irrefutable favourite type of SG:A fanfic. Which'd be John and Rodney in high school.

http://apiphile.livejournal.com/948265.html

Go. Read. Tell her how much she doth rock.

*big beamy face*

(and if anyone knows of any more of this sorta thing, I'm in the market. ;))

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I just sent this to someone and then I realised that, in fact, there's probably not a single person on my f-list who couldn't do with a nice happy song about ducks. So I pottered off to sendspace like the happy little Nny I currently am and uploaded it for all you lovely people.

A happy song about ducks? I LOVE happy songs about ducks! Hugs all 'round!

Nice Weather For Ducks by lemon jelly.



...well gosh. Why don't I have an icon with ducks on? I suppose this one suffices.

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My brain is a slippery thing, and I'm not talking literally although obviously it's that too. It's ever so difficult to have any idea of what's going on in here.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle, I guess. Except it's not, because there are so many different directions to twist any theory that the possibility you'll get close to the truth is impossibly distant at best.

Everything I say about myself is a lie, because my experience shapes everything I say and my subconscious weighs in and I look at things from exactly my height and through eyes exactly my colour and there's no way it's possible to replicate, so from where you stand everything I say is a lie. See?

I'm both the best and worst qualified to work out what's going on in my head, because I can never explain precisely what's going on and equally I can never take a step back and view things from an unbiased perspective.

Every lie I tell myself layers over all the others until you get something that's almost a kind of truth, if incomplete and inconsistent and sometimes self-contradictory. But each of you only holds a part of it, so maybe if you layer your opinions over each other you'll get something even closer to my existence then my perception of the real me.

Except it won't be, of course, because by then I'll have shifted and everything will be a little bit out of focus again.

By which I mean I am still having revelations about who I am and what I think and feel and believe. And it takes a while for me to think them through and work them out and see if they're real, and a lot of the time I accept them as truths and don't bother, which adds to the hermitshell of lies. And none of you knows me as well as I'd like/dislike you to because I can never remember who I've told what and which bits I'm lying about to myself.

I don't think anyone will ever understand me fully, and I think that the acceptance of that is probably a good thing. It frees me up to take a look around at the leaves changing colour and the students that I help out and all the things I don't know about, and try and fit those in here with me.

*grins*

I have no clue what this post is about - I'm in a lot of pain and I've neglected painkillers, and I don't think I'm thinking particularly straight, but then again I'm not so sure it actually matters. You've read it now, anyway, and some of the words went together vaguely prettily. My work here is done.

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Okay, I'm really really sorry for all the spam but I actually hurt from laughing.

You remember the OK:GO treadmill dance video? Which is amazing and cool and everything?

Ehehehehehehehehehe.

Nobody's watching OK GO.