Death From Above

It's been pretty much nonstop for 2 days now. Living on the harbour quay is starting to look like less of a good idea. Mind you, I am on the second floor. The river is going to have to rise a ruddy bit more before it invades my front room.

In other news, today I finally wrote the abstract for the conference in Italy next summer (it's a hard life being a scientist). It includes the words "inherent in the method" ("Come and see the violence inherent in the system!") though I doubt that will last through to the final draft. I also spent a generous amount of time enabling sweetsyren in building an SPN/Avengers crossover sandbox and playing in it with much imagination.

*rubs last of the rain out of hair and sends a prayer to the weather gods for some dry days*

Yesterday it was this Pic:



Which set off an enquiry into what would happen if Mal had sired a child that night with Saffron/Yolanda (SPECIAL hell) and if she had been dumped back into his life at the age of 12. So that was an episode sketched out for sweetsyren and an entire afternoon gone.

..."Is anyone going to tell me why my second in command seems to think it perfectly OK to lock my daughter in the airlock without consulting me first?"

~X~

Today I woke up and thought "well, at least I've got that out of my system now."

But no. It's never that easy.

So today was "Donna and Cas and WerewolfDean in NY".

... yeah, I got nothing.

All was quiet in the flat but for the tappity tappity of keys. Ficcage was occurring. Ideas were flowing, dialogue was being polished, scenarios were being described and all was well. Until a great wail went up from our beloved author.

"How Do Two People Of The Same Height Hug?!!!"

Oh, there was a wailing and gnashing of teeth. The internet was consulted (did you know there's a WikiHow on How to Hug? No, me neither). And lo, was the beta bombarded with questions. But bless her heart she didn't stumble, she didn't quail. No. She jumped to her feet.

"Person in this house who loves me" she summoned! "Come hither, for a person on the internet that you vaguely know needs us to model some positions." And he did come hither and with the aid of a stool they did model my sketchily described positions until they found one that worked.

And this is why my beta is better than yours. Thanks darlin' And to himself. You guys ROCK.

The trip home, not the extended weekend... That was AWESOME. Trip home? Not so much.

It could have been worse though, the train after ours broke, so they held ours back and let everyone get on it. Fortunately our carriage was full of people insisting that this was the DELAYED 13:10, not the REPLACED 13:35 and thus our seat reservations still hold good thank you and all y'all other folks can just clear off. :D

I indulged my new Fringe exploration all the way home (DAMN YOU sweetsyren AND YOUR ADDICTIVE SHOWS) but it was still a long way. I has a tired.

The weekend was awesome. Wine, more wine and then some wine (just for a change) interspersed with the conversation of funny and occasional pauses to GeoCache at Ally Pally. Then off to the Home Counties for some excellent movies (RED? AWESOME - and with a Helen Mirren cherry on top just to make it perfect) and conversation and an exploration of the River. I found cows and some enormous houses and two lots of mud and a beautiful chestnut foal with the cutest white blaze. sweetsyren found us a pub that did lunch. I think perhaps her findings may have outclassed mine.

Anyway - I'm home. Woo etc. Back to reality. Hopefully NCIS tonight will cushion the landing somewhat.

sweetsyren instigated the accent meme. She has now, (through foul means known as mild persuasion) has forced me into doing it also. Listening back, I appear to have produced a hybrid of noise made up of my professional phone voice, common northern accent and the hum from the overclocked unit beside me. Ah well.

( Carry on through )

Warning: There is one incident of swearing. In it two swear words are used with strong emphasis. If this is likely to offend, please do not click the audio link.

So, that's me done. They gave me gifts (FREE SHIT!!!) and speeches (EMBARRASSING) to which I replied with grace (TH BRINGS TEH FUNNEH, NO-ONE LAUGHS).

Am now kicking back and relaxing all cool in the the southern bastion that is Syren-ville. Later there is planned a view of trees. Unfortunately it's currently raining. *sadface*

Anyone got any influence with the weather gods?

Of Dave in a Handlebar moustache.

There. Are. No. Words.

NONE.

Still dead

Oh, and apparently it's National Kissing Day. Yeah right. You and who's army?

ETA: In Canada, milk comes in a bag?

Wow.

On my way back from sweetsyren's, so grateful for the peace and space to unwind she provides free gratis. Sorry I wasn't all that lively, petal. Mind you, the way my temperature appears to be soaring at the moment I blame an evil virus. *cough cough*

I shall inflict the train with my evil disease. *huggles the train wifi and gives it a cold*

Things I am incredibly grateful for:
1. Beer
2. Laughs
3. Being beaten at pool when I had put all the hard work in and was down to the black. Twice.
4. Bacon
5. Encouraging news regarding the new Moffat scripts leading to faint stirings of excitment about watching New Who when the DVDs come out and my Docter Fatigue is over.
6. Blade (surprisingly it doesn't age). Music, swords and Cars - what's not to like?

Other more mercenary things (Morbo rocks):
5. SG:U
6. P!nk (thanks chick).
7. Dresden

Thanks babe. Luff you. Hope I didn't give you this cold (*snuffles*)

Wish me luck folks! Hopefully today will be slightly less ranty.

Work incredibly busy but I am getting faster, so journeys home are less filled with depressing brooding over inadequacies. Still not pleased about these gubermint shenanigans but uk_lolitics ("We like our Parliaments well hung") is helping a little.

In other news, Syren is not allowed smoothies in a work environment.

ONE DAY!!!

Tin! Of Peppermints! ( Want one? )

The cat is begging for snuggles. Assiduously. With claws.