sheldrake

LONDON does not live in a county. I CANNOT PICK ONE ACCURATELY FROM YOUR DROPDOWN BOX! Also, it would be really nice if you answered my email regarding the above. Thank you.

Wot? My rage is totally under control, I'll have you know.

Um, but yes. Let's think of some good stuff: dandy_walker has been cooking bravely and with flair throughout the week of his ear infection. galactic_jack has been accepted onto a film journalism course. Um, people have been writing things for valentines hoorah. I have a lovely lot of fic in my various 'to read' folders. I am not at work right now. I have had some hot chocolate. SOCKS! Socks are good. The weather was quite nice this morning. It is lighter in the evenings! I have semi-good sandwiches tomorrow. quailquill gave me virtual chocolates. kitchencynic gave me her Morrissey icon and reminded me of the possibility of half price chocolate. I have had the odd thought. Like:

• I'm sure someone must have said this before, possibly even me, but someone ought to write a story about The Three Captain Jacks. Sparrow, Aubrey and Harkness. Lost in time and space, and yes it would be confusing and silly.


• Chicklit. I don't like what I've read of it, much. But why should it be bad? Someone should write about actual, live women who ... this is where I realise I haven't thought it through, but it involved buying knickers that you later realise are terribly uncomfortable, and Gay Best Friends who are not particularly interested in fixing our heroine's lovelife or wardrobe, because they are actually people and not accessories.


• When will people who rec things at crack_van will one day realise that it is All About Me, and not be so silly as to spend a month reccing pairings I'm not interested in reading? *flounce*


• Can someone please get me the number for International Career Rescue?

Hmm, this was supposed to be Good Stuff, wasn't it? Oh well. C'est la vie.

Why is it ten past nine?

The answer to that is, of course, that it's not. This post was rambled into existence last night, but was cruelly struck down in its prime by a sudden lack of internet.