I am very close to finishing converting my first draft into a second draft. while I appreciate this may not make you happy, it's filling me with relief and glee.
I'm not sure what came first, choice or necessity. Most dairy has been an issue since birth, but we don't always do what's good for us *looks pointedly at shoes* :-)
Sometimes I run just for the sake of it. Sharon's pregnancy is going well. Guttermonkey challenged me to suggest porn topics that he wouldn't be able to find on the internet, so far he's beaten me on plant porn, philosophy and physics porn, video tape porn (as in featuring actual magnetic tape) and Einstein porn. Okay, that one isn't so much happy as weird, but you have to admit it's impressive. My little dog is awesome. I actually own a cap that has a propeller on top. I don't know you well, but what I've seen so far I like. Little kids have woken up on their birthdays to find themselves the owners of remote control daleks because of me. If you ever end up someplace where I'm playing Father Christmas, you can sit on my lap for a photo. Naked men dancing is funny.
I realised that, but decided to share the links anyway, just out of stubborness. None of them contain visual smut, for the timid. Only abstract concepts are involved in the philospical smut. dalekboy needs to find weirder topics.
My publisher recently issued a 'too weird is too much' notice to its writers, which amused me. This was after they'd published someone's shapeshifting alligator smut story.
John Howard wasn't appointed to the Order of the Garter, despite strong suspicion he was in line for this ancient and distinguished honour. So the mental image of him proudly lifting his robe to display said garter thankfully remains in the land of nightmares rather than out here in the real world.
whilst away, bj and blinky went to a shop and accidentally lined up at a closed till (there was a shop assistant there; she was just ignoring them). After a few minutes wait, blinky took itm upon herself to get attention by shouting 'hey, lady!' to the assistant, who conti nued to ignore her.
I baked double chocolate cookies yesterday. The recipe called for flax seed, but a note attached said "if you don't have flax seed, just leave it out. the cookies will be less chewy but still tasty." The cookies, as they were, were so chewy that I will never put flax seed in them (well, perhaps just the once, just to see how chewy they can get).
when I checked this morning, all the people in the house were still breathing, there was food in the cupboard (except bread. oops. but that was easily solved by buying it on the way to school, and making sandwiches in the school carpark), none of my plants were dead, and the house was still tidier than yesterday
plus, when I went to get my parking permit, the admin person was friendly, compentent, did not babble inanities at me, had bright pink hair, and an unusual piercing in her ear. It is days like this that I think that the perks of working at a university outway the cons.
and I have solved the stress problem related to paperwork that has to be done - I shall attempt to make the deadline for the following meeting, which gives me an extra month to work out what colour the hoops are I'm trying to jump through. On the strength of that, I'm thinking that a day in bed reading might be in order (uni books, but still, reading in bed!)
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*cuddle*
Here, have a cute kitten icon ^_^
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Did you go off it, or is it contraindicated?
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hmm. fractal porn?
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Just borrowing your lj here...
Houseplant porn
http://www.rdrop.com/~/wyvern/data/houseplants.html
And the closest I could find to philosophical porn on short notice
http://matociquala.livejournal.com/148732.html
http://community.livejournal.com/anthropomor_fic/8704.html
And that took me about three minutes, which just shows you're not trying weirdly enough.
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My publisher recently issued a 'too weird is too much' notice to its writers, which amused me. This was after they'd published someone's shapeshifting alligator smut story.
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The phrase "proudly lifting his robe to display" is not permitted within 500m of the concept of FPM JH.
*shudder*
You still have a real talent for creepy. Consider yourself reiki-tickled.
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whilst away, bj and blinky went to a shop and accidentally lined up at a closed till (there was a shop assistant there; she was just ignoring them). After a few minutes wait, blinky took itm upon herself to get attention by shouting 'hey, lady!' to the assistant, who conti nued to ignore her.
so, 'hey, lady!'
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Today I baked raspberry chocolate cookies.
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plus, when I went to get my parking permit, the admin person was friendly, compentent, did not babble inanities at me, had bright pink hair, and an unusual piercing in her ear. It is days like this that I think that the perks of working at a university outway the cons.
and I have solved the stress problem related to paperwork that has to be done - I shall attempt to make the deadline for the following meeting, which gives me an extra month to work out what colour the hoops are I'm trying to jump through. On the strength of that, I'm thinking that a day in bed reading might be in order (uni books, but still, reading in bed!)
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