Stuff! Things! Other things!
Dec. 1st, 2009 05:23 pmFirst, a couple orders of business:
fandom_stocking Is up and running again this year! If you're on my flist (or not!) and you've a stocking over there, it'd be great if you could leave me a note letting me know so I can leave you things! And I encourage those who don't already have a stocking to sign up. It's definitely a fun time.
My stocking is HERE. (BTW, the answer is yes, I could've gone much more obscure.)
Secondly,
act_three has started our read-a-long of the eighth doctor adventures books. A bunch of new people have joined and I'm ridiculously excited about it. If you like Doctor Who, you should definitely join and read along.
Thirdly, flist, if you haven't already, leave me your address in THIS POST. Oh, and if you're wondering why I haven't dropped my address in your cards post, I've probably just missed it - so let me know!
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Okay, so I'm getting to the last, bitter dregs of the semester, and I still need to write a big research paper due....next week? Yeah, better get started on that. Well, technically, it's two papers, but I managed to finagle the same subject on both of them so I'll just have to tweak one of them a bit to suit the teacher better. Already panicky about next semester, but hopefully it won't be too much all at once.
There's also the myriad unfinished fanfic that's sitting around on my computer (I swear, I am the slowest writer when it comes to creative fiction.) ...and there's also one that makes me cry, more or less, every time I try to write more on it, which (considering I don't cry often) is either a very good or very bad thing.
Thanksgiving was nice. We made dinner and brought it up to Grandmas and ate there. I love spending time with her, and I get this feeling that we're always on the edge of a deep conversation. There's an understanding there, between me and her, that I like. She told us a story about how Pop got it in his head that he wanted to raise birds and they'd ended up with cages all over (which she had to take care of when he left for work - he was a railroad worker). And how they kept rabbits and one year they had geese that would follow him around the lawn as he mowed the grass.
Also, to my flist who were part of our drunken Withnail and I watch-a-long: I thoroughly enjoyed that and I hope we do it again sometime! (But I'm not drinking 80 proof bourbon next time)

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My stocking is HERE. (BTW, the answer is yes, I could've gone much more obscure.)
Secondly,
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Thirdly, flist, if you haven't already, leave me your address in THIS POST. Oh, and if you're wondering why I haven't dropped my address in your cards post, I've probably just missed it - so let me know!
__
Okay, so I'm getting to the last, bitter dregs of the semester, and I still need to write a big research paper due....next week? Yeah, better get started on that. Well, technically, it's two papers, but I managed to finagle the same subject on both of them so I'll just have to tweak one of them a bit to suit the teacher better. Already panicky about next semester, but hopefully it won't be too much all at once.
There's also the myriad unfinished fanfic that's sitting around on my computer (I swear, I am the slowest writer when it comes to creative fiction.) ...and there's also one that makes me cry, more or less, every time I try to write more on it, which (considering I don't cry often) is either a very good or very bad thing.
Thanksgiving was nice. We made dinner and brought it up to Grandmas and ate there. I love spending time with her, and I get this feeling that we're always on the edge of a deep conversation. There's an understanding there, between me and her, that I like. She told us a story about how Pop got it in his head that he wanted to raise birds and they'd ended up with cages all over (which she had to take care of when he left for work - he was a railroad worker). And how they kept rabbits and one year they had geese that would follow him around the lawn as he mowed the grass.
Also, to my flist who were part of our drunken Withnail and I watch-a-long: I thoroughly enjoyed that and I hope we do it again sometime! (But I'm not drinking 80 proof bourbon next time)
