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Hee, I love weather that no one would believe if you painted it. Like the fact that outside my window right now the sky is a low, glowering grey with the silhouettes of winter trees providing a little contrast, but not all that much because everything pretty much is illustrated chiaroscuro; except for the line of fluorescent orange just behind the houses, that the bases of the clouds are just starting to reflect.

It's happymaking.

It's also 06:50 and I'm already on my second cup of tea of the day. Someday I'm going to be forced to make the switch to coffee, and that, my friends, will be a sad, sad time.

*zombies about*



ETA: Speaking of which... XD

(Possibly the cutest thing ever. *pets his little fluffy head*)

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I was talking to liz666 a couple of days ago about how my mum doesn't discuss sanitary towels. She doesn't talk about periods or sex, either, although every now and again she'll make a joke that'll have me coming out with a high pitched MUM! I think it's squeam rather than prudishness - I just happened to mention that I was a bit snotty and she flailed and told me that for heaven's sake she was cooking.

It tallies with what I was thinking about yesterday, though, so I'll neatly segue in a completely seamless fashion that you won't notice. :D

What I was wondering was who TMI cuts are for. A lot of people on my f-list cut mention of periods and suchlike, and I just wondered who needed saving. I don't mean to sound a)self-righteous or b)accusing, since I am well aware that I am far more open on my journal than a lot of people, and that my comfort threshold is a lot more forgiving than many. I talk about anything on my journal that I would talk about in real life, frankly, and sometimes more; I talk on my journal as though I've had a couple of drinks and loosened my inhibitions a little. I just wondered, really, who you're thinking of when you cut - the poor unfortunate males on your f-list, the squeamish, the RL folken? For that matter, what do you cut? Talk of menstruation? Illnesses? Sex?

I suspect there is something of the attention seeking ten-year-old still lurking within me. You know, the part of you that still enjoys peeling off sunburned skin, picking at scabs, doing really loud burps and prodding at a new piercing when it goops. *grins*

Basically, I will talk about pretty much anything people ask me about, sometimes far louder than is appropriate. What this means is that when I do the ask me anything meme I very rarely get asked anything, since everyone knows pretty much everything there is to know. (I talk too much.)

For the record, then: If you want to know anything about me, at any time, feel free to ask. I may refuse to answer, although it's exceeding rare, but I will never be upset by the asking.

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Dayum.

Battlestar Galactica's just really gosh darned pretty, isn't it?

Memo

To: World at Large

From: Nny

Re: Battlestar Galactica miniseries




Please note: do not watch this unless you have someone to cling to.




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