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pensnestWell, Christmas is done and we're now looking to visit debsfarm for the first few days of the New Year, assuming her part of the world is not buried under a blanket of snow in the near future. The snow has gone from hereabouts, it started to retreat on Christmas Eve (*after* it mattered, of course) and was washed away by rain all day today. But my little Prius would have no hope of struggling up the formidable hill to my sister's place if there is ice about!
Christmas went well. Games were played - Trivial Pursuit a bit over-challenging for the brats as Bun only reads fanfic and Boy only reads games forums, but there was a hotly fought contest for Pictionary. Bun and I nobly declined to play Girls vs Boys on the grounds that our victory was certain, so I had FIL as my partner and we came a distant last. It also became clear that our family is but a poor substitute for the people in Games Soc at UEA when playing Settlers of Catan or Munchkin.
FIL can hobble about quite satisfactorily without crutches now, and kept muttering about being a useless burden, a bit daft when all we did was feed him and drive him back home (a two hour journey) when he was ready to leave. There was a strange moment as BIL was readying himself to go (this is a lengthy process, for reasons we cannot fathom): Beast and I administered Big Hugs, then BIL and his father stood and looked at one another, about four feet apart, until someone said goodbye. Hmm.
I acquired a good stack of Stuff, much of it from my Amazon wish list, plus the Lily Allen CD I'd been listening to from Bun's iTunes. :-) The mighty turkey was stuffed and re-tied, and my FIL marvelled (as always) that I did not run around all morning like a headless chicken with the terrible stress of cooking Christmas dinner. Really, once I've written the List, there's only a twenty-minute period of franticness when last-minute veg is being cooked, gravy being made, bird being carved, food being put into serving dishes, and people bumbling into the kitchen all the time to ask if they can help.
Apparently my inner curmudgeon is not sated with mince pies.
Anyway.
I'm amazed every year to find how many good writers we have in popslash. This year's MTYG may be a shorter list than before (I haven't quite gone through the lot, so if you have not yet had feedback from me, you will) but there are some really awesome stories in there. I don't know that I'll get round to doing an actual rec list this year, I don't, as a rule, but I'm really pleased with the story written for me, Juncture. It's so sweet and domestic and loving, and the Joey-Lance friendship dynamic is gorgeous, and Chris knows his Lance so well. Mmmm.
Don't think my recipient was awfully happy, though. :-(
And I have, with - oh, *hours* to spare, turned in my other seasonal exchange fic. An interesting exercise, of which I shall say no more. But I wonder what I'll get in my belated stocking.
debsfarm for the first few days of the New Year, assuming her part of the world is not buried under a blanket of snow in the near future. The snow has gone from hereabouts, it started to retreat on Christmas Eve (*after* it mattered, of course) and was washed away by rain all day today. But my little Prius would have no hope of struggling up the formidable hill to my sister's place if there is ice about!Christmas went well. Games were played - Trivial Pursuit a bit over-challenging for the brats as Bun only reads fanfic and Boy only reads games forums, but there was a hotly fought contest for Pictionary. Bun and I nobly declined to play Girls vs Boys on the grounds that our victory was certain, so I had FIL as my partner and we came a distant last. It also became clear that our family is but a poor substitute for the people in Games Soc at UEA when playing Settlers of Catan or Munchkin.
FIL can hobble about quite satisfactorily without crutches now, and kept muttering about being a useless burden, a bit daft when all we did was feed him and drive him back home (a two hour journey) when he was ready to leave. There was a strange moment as BIL was readying himself to go (this is a lengthy process, for reasons we cannot fathom): Beast and I administered Big Hugs, then BIL and his father stood and looked at one another, about four feet apart, until someone said goodbye. Hmm.
I acquired a good stack of Stuff, much of it from my Amazon wish list, plus the Lily Allen CD I'd been listening to from Bun's iTunes. :-) The mighty turkey was stuffed and re-tied, and my FIL marvelled (as always) that I did not run around all morning like a headless chicken with the terrible stress of cooking Christmas dinner. Really, once I've written the List, there's only a twenty-minute period of franticness when last-minute veg is being cooked, gravy being made, bird being carved, food being put into serving dishes, and people bumbling into the kitchen all the time to ask if they can help.
Apparently my inner curmudgeon is not sated with mince pies.
Anyway.
I'm amazed every year to find how many good writers we have in popslash. This year's MTYG may be a shorter list than before (I haven't quite gone through the lot, so if you have not yet had feedback from me, you will) but there are some really awesome stories in there. I don't know that I'll get round to doing an actual rec list this year, I don't, as a rule, but I'm really pleased with the story written for me, Juncture. It's so sweet and domestic and loving, and the Joey-Lance friendship dynamic is gorgeous, and Chris knows his Lance so well. Mmmm.
Don't think my recipient was awfully happy, though. :-(
And I have, with - oh, *hours* to spare, turned in my other seasonal exchange fic. An interesting exercise, of which I shall say no more. But I wonder what I'll get in my belated stocking.
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Date: 2009-12-30 12:33 am (UTC)Aww, why not?
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 10:23 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-12-30 01:10 am (UTC)Also? of which I shall say no more didn't include me did it? BWAHAHAHAHAA, I am so curious....
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 01:21 am (UTC)*hugs* Happened to me once, too.
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 03:27 am (UTC)Aww, that's a shame! I really don't see how you couldn't done much more to write to their request, though.
I liked it, anyway!
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 07:28 am (UTC)I hear ya :(
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 10:13 am (UTC)Don't think my recipient was awfully happy, though. :-(
That sucks :(
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Date: 2009-12-30 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 10:21 am (UTC)Don't think my recipient was awfully happy, though.
well then she's probably she's craaaaaaazycakes, just saying.
I don't know that I'll get round to doing an actual rec list this year,
also! i hope you do decide to do one! rec lists are such fun, and so useful as a starting point for fic!
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Date: 2009-12-30 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-30 01:47 pm (UTC):(
I went back and read her "Dear Santa" and I really can't imagine how you could have fit her request more perfectly. I'm going to hope that she's just not good at expressing appreciation.
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Date: 2009-12-30 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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