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Aug. 30th, 2010 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestI quite seriously find myself contemplating signing up for the Kradam Holiday Exchange. It would totally not impinge on MTYG. (Well, unless I'm in Australia, which will be awkward all round, no doubt.) I'm pretty sure I could write a decent story, even though I have no clue who the other writers in the fandom are (mostly), and I'd probably enjoy a nice little AU. Um. Mostly, I'd like to be part of something *active*, dammit. And yet... my LJ flist is a morass of triplicated posts about the latest chapters in a variety of stories I have no desire to read, and a thousand subtly different versions of Adam in performance during his tour, which I can seldom be bothered to watch.
Well. I'll dither for a bit longer, I think.
Meanwhile, what? I've been spending a lot of time this week making fabulous cards (truly! *fabulous* cards) and listening to Dorothy L Sayers as read by Ian Carmichael, since I liberated from my Father-in-Law a functioning radio cassette player. I have many audio books on cassette, and the previous machine which was kept in the conservatory gave up the ghost a long while ago. Annoyingly, I don't seem to have Gaudy Night, and where Busman's Honeymoon has got to I do not know. Also, DLS is *horrifically* patronising to her working class characters and any female not educated at Oxford, which gets wearisome.
I had my retinal scan last Wednesday, which mostly meant sitting in a hospital corridor playing Klondike on my iPhone with my eyes watering, as the medic in charge kindly bunged painful stuff in my eyes shortly after I arrived. Gah. Also, painted a mug of "Del Boy". The disadvantage of accepting occasional commissions is that I can't be sure I'll enjoy them—although Zac Efron was quite cute, and Muhammed Ali turned out very well. I think.
Went to the post office today. As it is a Bank Holiday, this was a bit pointless.
Our Carmen rehearsals are at an end—it was a lot of fun to sing, and we did surprisingly well, making a pleasing although not entirely accurate noise most of the time. Sight reading some of the bits we'd never got to at the last rehearsal was... a considerable challenge. From this week, it's Panto Time! (Oh, no it isn't. Not for me, anyway, as I don't Do panto.)
Well. I'll dither for a bit longer, I think.
Meanwhile, what? I've been spending a lot of time this week making fabulous cards (truly! *fabulous* cards) and listening to Dorothy L Sayers as read by Ian Carmichael, since I liberated from my Father-in-Law a functioning radio cassette player. I have many audio books on cassette, and the previous machine which was kept in the conservatory gave up the ghost a long while ago. Annoyingly, I don't seem to have Gaudy Night, and where Busman's Honeymoon has got to I do not know. Also, DLS is *horrifically* patronising to her working class characters and any female not educated at Oxford, which gets wearisome.
I had my retinal scan last Wednesday, which mostly meant sitting in a hospital corridor playing Klondike on my iPhone with my eyes watering, as the medic in charge kindly bunged painful stuff in my eyes shortly after I arrived. Gah. Also, painted a mug of "Del Boy". The disadvantage of accepting occasional commissions is that I can't be sure I'll enjoy them—although Zac Efron was quite cute, and Muhammed Ali turned out very well. I think.
Went to the post office today. As it is a Bank Holiday, this was a bit pointless.
Our Carmen rehearsals are at an end—it was a lot of fun to sing, and we did surprisingly well, making a pleasing although not entirely accurate noise most of the time. Sight reading some of the bits we'd never got to at the last rehearsal was... a considerable challenge. From this week, it's Panto Time! (Oh, no it isn't. Not for me, anyway, as I don't Do panto.)