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13 July 2010 @ 12:23 pm
My child went out with her father after school yesterday and came home wearing a T-shirt that said 'Born to be a WAG'. He claimed, when he finally worked out why I was kicking him, that he'd not read it and she just wanted the sparkly one. I may start sending Primark hate mail.

Spent the whole weekend searching for Willow the rat. And I mean dismantling furniture kind of searching (no, I don't know how to put the boiler back together, and yeah, the plywood that used to hold up the kitchen cupboards is pretty much knackered). Just about convinced myself she'd either jumped off the balcony or we'd have to wait for the smell to lead us to her rotting corpse when I remembered to water the window boxes and she popped up, indignant, from the burrow she'd dug there. Turns out rats can live fine off parsley and raspberries and tulip bulbs. Buffy the rat was entirely indifferent to her return, though she did like the furniture dismantling.

And today, the internet tells me I write like Dan Brown. Fuck you, internet.
10 June 2010 @ 12:05 pm
Buffy and Willow, the new rat companion. And some random boating pics. With pirates.Collapse )

Once again I get online to complain about not getting online enough. Half term was rather hectic, taking Betty the Boat down the Kennett and Avon from Bath, then up the Thames through Oxford. There's still no hot running water though there is, tantalizingly, now a shower cubicle. And sea shanties to drown out the sound of teenagers.

This month I've mostly been listening to Stan Rogers. I uploaded quite a few tracks for my Dad, they're over here if anyone else would like them.
07 April 2010 @ 02:27 pm
Picture, cut for the sake of the rat-phobicCollapse )

Got a new rat for Christmas. The child named her Buffy, 'cause I raised her right. She's up there on the right. We got her mostly to be company for Lola, who we buried this week. One of my neighbours came around very late at night, sat in the armchair that most people avoid because it's been pretty much hollowed out by Lola. He must have sat down just as she was escaping out from underneath, her neck was thoroughly squished. Didn't even realise till the next day, when I noticed she hadn't snuck out to steal the bits of Easter egg the child had left her on the floor and poked around looking for her. One of the few of my neighbours I actually like, too. The kind of guy you'd let into your house at midnight even though he'd clearly been on one hell of a bender because he's just that non-threatening. Fortunately he clearly had no recollection of coming around at all when I begged his help for picking up the corpse and throwing out the armchair.

She was a grumpy, antisocial pet and completely neurotic. I shall miss her. The child was scarily interested in the corpse and completely undistressed by the loss. The only time Lola would interact with her at all was to scare her into dropping snacks, so I guess I can't blame her. But still, a tear or two would be nice.
And now, I'm going to have to get another new one to keep the other new one company. She's the polar opposite of Lola, wants company all the time and will put a great deal of effort into getting wherever you are. She's already figured out that Jen gets up to go to the toilet at about two every night and will lurk outside her door so she can sneak in with her. And the metal, and you'd think, unclimable bunkbed frame is no obstacle to her when she wants a snuggle. We're going to my Dad's boat for the easter hols, she's going to have to spend ten days in a cage all on her own, because she's quite stupid enough to get in the engine or the canal if given her freedom. Lola would always disappear into the nearest hole in the floor and refuse to come out until you got out the expensive chocolate.

In other news, there's no good reason for me not posting so long except that I seem to have given up writing. I've been lurking around and never commenting. I forgot to watch Ashes to Ashes, I was pleasantly surprised by the child they've hired to be the next Dr Who, and my sole contribution to fandom for the last year has been recording SGA podfic. That's one of those Sci-fi programs that none of you Buffy fans watch. It's here, if anyone's interested.

Is there a community for Jossverse Podfic? Because I'd totally contribute if there were. There seems to be tons of it for the larger slash fandoms, but aside from quinara's short (I haven't listened yet, I'm hoarding podfic for an electricity-free holiday) and the odd Spander or crossover, I can't find much for Buffy. Do you people want an internet with no Spuffy podfic on it? I'm under the impression you need a paid account to set up communities, so one of you folk should get on that...

Yes, yes, I'm completely shameless. But just think, fanfic while you do washing up/walk the dogs/mountain climb. Totally worth the effort. Someone else's effort. You know, if there's anyone not too busy with the penguins.

Comments not disabled because if one of you sets up a podfic community, or there already is one, I want you to be able tell me about it. But I most likely won't get online again the next week or two, so please don't think me rude if I don't reply.

And some more rat pictures, because I canCollapse )
01 December 2009 @ 12:42 pm
Spent the last hour pissing around with dying laptops and TalkTalk disks trying to get my mother (okay, and me) temporary internet access until her shiny new computer arrives next week. Worth the effort, as it turns out, and I shall type very quickly before the damn thing bluescreens me again. Some things just have to be shared.
My Dad phoned me up this morning, started whittering on about where he'd moored his boat north of Coventry miles from anywhere and how he'd got his chainsaw out to harvest firewood. I tuned him out at that point because these anecdotes usually end with 'and I saw a most unusual six hundred year old beech coppice'. Also, I was wrestling with cables and trying to concentrate. When I tuned him in again he was saying 'and what do Emus eat anyway?'
Conversations about stray animalsCollapse )

Sha'n't be around the next couple weeks because I'm seriously sick of computers that don't work properly. I'll be over there, smashing looms.
05 April 2008 @ 05:02 pm

My Dad persuaded my Mum to get one of these mobile modem things (they wouldn't give him a contract, having no fixed address) but he has gout, and is stuck in the middle of nowhere (okay, outside Reading) unable to move his boat and come and collect it. So I'm going to exercise it for him, because I'm so kind.

Now he wants me to help make him a website, a case of the blind leading the lazy. I'm weighing up the advantages of regular modem-borrowing against the technophobia. I suspect it's generally better for my health not to have internet - I'm about to spend the next week downloading new forms of patience and watching youtube clips.
07 September 2007 @ 12:34 pm
Sequel to The Seat with the Clearest View and If is for Children, which can be found here. Huge huge big thanks to kispexi2 for the beta job.

Yellow Ribbon, Part OneCollapse )
11 August 2007 @ 02:12 pm
This is the sappiest and possibly the crappest thing I've ever written. At least, the sappiest and crappest thing I've ever posted. But it's definitely slash. Genuine, unequivocal man-on-man action. I'm very stoned right now, btw. That won't exactly serve as an excuse, because I wasn't stoned when I wrote most of it, but it's my excuse for inflicting it on other people. Usually I beg for concrit but this fic? Way beyond saving. I know it sucks in all the important ways and to be honest that's because I can't be bothered to work at it any more. We're going to consider this one a practise run, me practising implausibly sappy gay porn. ::Goes to put all her creative energy into Seasonal Spuffy entry::
1981. 7700 words. Beta'd by : kirsteena

London CallingCollapse )
21 July 2007 @ 03:22 pm
It rained so hard yesterday I couldn't get out of the house. Was going to take my little girl to nursery and then sneak off to the internet cafe for an hour - we got to the end of the balcony and even with an umbrella she was complaining the rain was hurting. Just continuous downpour from when I went to bed far too late Thursday night until about 5pm Friday. That would be my excuse for not answering comments from my last post, but to be perfectly honest I'd entirely forgotten I'd posted anything, was rather surprised when I opened hotmail. If I'd opened LJ first I'd've just posted it twice. Is 27 too young for senility?

And this has been sitting in my inbox for a week too, just waiting for me to change two little sentences that made no sense. ::is lazy::

If is for Children, 2/3Collapse )

And I have a request. Watched Clocking Off Thursday night, all six hours because I have no self-restraint. Bloody good telly. Is there fanfic? Somebody please tell me there's fanfic.
19 July 2007 @ 04:16 pm
Chapter SixteenCollapse )
07 July 2007 @ 02:59 pm
Seasonal Spuffy is back. And only 19 people have signed up so far, and that's including me. WTF, flist? I can't believe there's any Spuffy shippers on my flist who aren't already watching SS but just in case - go sign up! Now, damnit!