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Twelve days since my last posting
Oct. 14th, 2012 09:47 pmOkay, who among you has ever desired to set your farts on fire?
And DID YOU KNOW that apparently about 10% of the population has no methanogenic Archaea in their gut, so they cannot light their farts.
You missed me, didn't you? Of course you did. (You probably didn't spend the time attempting to ignite your farts.) I spent a week not posting because I was in Sweeney Todd every night, and knackered every day (the advent of extra-feminine fun at the inevitable Most Awkward Time did not help matters—really, I just have to look 30-40 days ahead and see what will be the most inconvenient time for a period, and mark it in my diary, for then it will be). The show was pretty good in the end (once they'd axed the Kiss me/Ladies in their Sensitivities quartet, anyway) although sadly under-attended. Which was completely inevitable. My Bun came on the Saturday night, along with her housemates and the family of one of them, which was much appreciated. One of the boys hugged me, quite spontaneously, which I thought was delightful.
And then I spent a week away from the computer! Went down to Somerset to stay with my best friend for a few days. It rained almost all the time, but their farmhouse is nice and cosy and I knitted most of a sock and there was no particular need to go out - except for the afternoon we spent looking at kitchen showrooms and driving through vast, brick-red floods where the water flowed off the clay fields onto the road. 4x4s are actually useful in the country. We also saw The Last of the Haussmanns at the cinema, this being a live cinecast from the National Theatre, which was an interesting experience. Then, on to my sister's place in Devon. They've halved their house, so that one end is now a lettable cottage of Extreme Character (you can tell by the angled floors - it's quite an experience lying in bed looking at the chest of drawers opposite, which is about twenty degrees off true). It works remarkably well. And my nephew is a tall, good-looking boy of fourteen who likes clothes, and my niece a tall, pretty girl of ten who ditto, although I cannot say that I see any good reason for the 'Superdry' brand to have achieved the status of ultimate coolness that it apparently has, as the clothes just weren't that interesting… oh well. And now I am back at home and have had several severe cuddles with my Beast. Best friendly and sisterly hugs are not *quite* as good.
I did open the laptop at one point in the vague hope of embarking on a dragon challenge story, but, eh, nothing happened, even though I do have a notion. Possibly the unreasonably sexy presence of Oscar Pistorius in my head is to blame. I will not be writing OP fanfic. Probably. And there will be MTYG, and there's a Kradam holiday exchange which tempts me, except I seem to be capable of writing only at glacial speed, and is there time to go to Houston/Los Angeles/Australia/Singapore and still write stories with deadlines? Yes, it ought to be, but, hmm. I kinda want to sign up for the Kradam challenge - only, was that the challenge that filled me with wrath the first time I did it? Perhaps it was. Perhaps I won't, then.
So. Woss going on? Did JC emerge from his cave?
And DID YOU KNOW that apparently about 10% of the population has no methanogenic Archaea in their gut, so they cannot light their farts.
You missed me, didn't you? Of course you did. (You probably didn't spend the time attempting to ignite your farts.) I spent a week not posting because I was in Sweeney Todd every night, and knackered every day (the advent of extra-feminine fun at the inevitable Most Awkward Time did not help matters—really, I just have to look 30-40 days ahead and see what will be the most inconvenient time for a period, and mark it in my diary, for then it will be). The show was pretty good in the end (once they'd axed the Kiss me/Ladies in their Sensitivities quartet, anyway) although sadly under-attended. Which was completely inevitable. My Bun came on the Saturday night, along with her housemates and the family of one of them, which was much appreciated. One of the boys hugged me, quite spontaneously, which I thought was delightful.
And then I spent a week away from the computer! Went down to Somerset to stay with my best friend for a few days. It rained almost all the time, but their farmhouse is nice and cosy and I knitted most of a sock and there was no particular need to go out - except for the afternoon we spent looking at kitchen showrooms and driving through vast, brick-red floods where the water flowed off the clay fields onto the road. 4x4s are actually useful in the country. We also saw The Last of the Haussmanns at the cinema, this being a live cinecast from the National Theatre, which was an interesting experience. Then, on to my sister's place in Devon. They've halved their house, so that one end is now a lettable cottage of Extreme Character (you can tell by the angled floors - it's quite an experience lying in bed looking at the chest of drawers opposite, which is about twenty degrees off true). It works remarkably well. And my nephew is a tall, good-looking boy of fourteen who likes clothes, and my niece a tall, pretty girl of ten who ditto, although I cannot say that I see any good reason for the 'Superdry' brand to have achieved the status of ultimate coolness that it apparently has, as the clothes just weren't that interesting… oh well. And now I am back at home and have had several severe cuddles with my Beast. Best friendly and sisterly hugs are not *quite* as good.
I did open the laptop at one point in the vague hope of embarking on a dragon challenge story, but, eh, nothing happened, even though I do have a notion. Possibly the unreasonably sexy presence of Oscar Pistorius in my head is to blame. I will not be writing OP fanfic. Probably. And there will be MTYG, and there's a Kradam holiday exchange which tempts me, except I seem to be capable of writing only at glacial speed, and is there time to go to Houston/Los Angeles/Australia/Singapore and still write stories with deadlines? Yes, it ought to be, but, hmm. I kinda want to sign up for the Kradam challenge - only, was that the challenge that filled me with wrath the first time I did it? Perhaps it was. Perhaps I won't, then.
So. Woss going on? Did JC emerge from his cave?