stuff and things!

2038-01-19T03:14:07Z

Okay, so you know how it is when a friend of yours buys a house and it consumes their lives and they never talk about anything else? Ever, ever again? (Oh, homeowners, you know it's true!) That's sort of what it's like for me when it comes to Mr. Pants. In a good way? Except instead of going on and an about plumbing woes and the neighbor's shitty fencing and how much time I spend working on the lawn, I'm tempted to wax poetic about his Fred Flintstone laugh and the difference between the smile he gives you when when he thinks he should vs the one on his face when he's absently delighted. And I don't want to be that guy, making you all roll your eyes and furtively edge toward the door as I drone on and on about his lovely wrists and the way he thinks Ryan North should play Scrabble with us and how he once sent me an asbestos box with a goat cheese pizza and a barrrnicle in it. So I'll shut up about that.

In other news, thanks in a very large part to you exceptionally groovy people, I met my cashola fundraising goal for the American Diabetes Association "Step Out" event. Go team Battlestar Diabetica!

As for writing, as you may have noticed, I haven't finished, or even started, a single thing since early in the summer, and with grant season breathing down my neck, I doubt I'll have the energy or the time to finish anything until well into November. It is to weep. And yet. I've been thinking about Yuletide, my very favorite holiday, quite wistfully. Maybe I'll write a Thief of Attolia story. Or a Temeraire story about Iskierka trying her hand at persuasion; if only she could recruit Perscitia into a life of privateering! And please, tell me someone will write a Twilight story that won't make me hate myself...? (Um. Did I mention that I read them, all of them, as if in the grip of a fever, and that the last one cured me for good and all of ever wanting to read another of that woman's wretched [yet so appallingly page-turn-y and weirdly satisfying?] weaving? Well. I did. Don't you judge me!)

I miss Punk. I wish SGA hadn't been cancelled. Why don't mashed potatoes make you sleek and clever? They could give you a glossy coat, your teeth a pearly sheen! And yet. They do not. Well. Maybe the glossy coat part, if you use enough butter.

I rail against the unfairness of a cruelly potatoed world.

xoxo kiddos.

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stuff and things!