sheldrake

First, lookee look at my icon from shanalle! How cool is she? How pointy!

Second, do you like art? If you like art, put up your hand. Now put it down again and go and join novanumbernine's new artalert community. Go on, do it. It's going to be fabulous. jcsynthetics, I'm looking at you here. And you, galactic_jack. Come on now, you know you want to.

Third:

Answers to the lyrics quiz

1. I read your manifestoes and your strange religious tracts. You took me to your library and kissed me in the stacks
Magnetic Fields - Swinging London

2. Capp Street is an underwater cave filled with crutches and canes
American Music Club - Over & Done

3. The smell of leaf-mould and the sweetness of decay are the incense in your funeral procession here today
Pulp - Trees

4. See this watch you gave me - well it still ticks away
Eels - The Medication Is Wearing Off

5. I'm not a hostess waiting to fuck you. I'm not a waiter - I wanna be served
Six by Seven - My Life is an Accident

6. Every tongue will wag if you want it. Every lung has a shadow on it
The Divine Comedy - Mastermind

7. Heard voices in dial tones. Last traces of her zones
The Paradise Motel - Derwent River Star

8. She puts the weights into my little heart, and she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
Interpol - Obstacle 1

9. Hand over hand up the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight.
Morphine - Rope on Fire

10. Regret that you fell or be damned to hell, one more chance
The Real Tuesday Weld - One More Chance

Well, that's random for you.

Now for the Yuletide bastard. Anyone who sees me online, give me a slap.

Whilst doing research for my Yuletide fic (which comes along somewhat haltingly) I came across a reference to my grandfather, who died several decades before I was born and has absolutely nothing to do with the fandom concerned (mind you, neither did the research, really). The sheer oddness of this incident has conveniently allowed me to procrastinate for another few hours, as my research goes ever more alarmingly off course.

I am having a baked potato for lunch, yesyes.

S'pose I'd better write something, eh?

I'm thinking of buying a breadmaker. For making bread in, you know.

Frankly, I don't think you can ever rec something too much, so here I am reccing Recall by sophrosyne31. Very absorbing, fascinating Lotrips AU, not to mention sexier than sex on sexy toast. I'd recommend it even if you don't read Lotrips, actually.

I had the best idea for my Yuletide story last night. I lay awake for hours thinking it through and fizzing with delight at how wonderful it was going to be and how clever I am, although I couldn't be bothered to put the light on and write any of it down. When I woke up, of course, it turned out to be a fairly mediocre idea after all, which was rather disappointing. But I should be able to drag some sort of fic out of it, with luck and a good kick up the arse.

Here's a disturbing thought I had the other night: Rupert Bear slash. Anyone? No? Ok.

Dear Yuletide Writey Person,

Hello! Please ensure that, during the writing of the story, you remember to have fun. Other than that ... ermmm, well. Just write whatever you want really. You know, with the fandom and the characters and all that. Sorry, that's not very helpful, is it? Anyway, I very much look forward to seeing what you come up with. Er, yes. Bye now. And thank 'ee kindly.

Ooh, isn't it weird, talking to an invisible person?

I spent Boxing Day revelling in the heady delights of slashababy and yuletide and now I feel as though I've eaten two large boxes of quality (not Quality Street) chocolates. So much good stuff, but I will just say this: if you're only going to read one Hitch Hiker's fic in your life, make it this one. Like, best story ever. Anyway, I feel I must do something constructive today.

I stayed up till 2.30 last night watching a very strange film about Japanese schoolkids killing each other on an island. It was kind of hypnotic.

The sun is shining. I am pleased about this. I will go to the shop and buy some food that is not in any way Christmassy.