I Heart Amanda Sichter

Apart from the whole "Dark Goddess of Writing" thing, and the fact she's into as much sporty and healthy stuff as I am and thus doesn't roll her eyes or drag me away when I pause to look in bike shop windows or talk about rock climbing, she gave me a copy of Crying In Public Places' new CD Jump. And it's got to be one of the best CDs to listen to when you're wondering what the point of a lot of stuff is. I've got it on repeat with my headphones on, and I have yet to get sick of it.

Besides, the radio choice in this particular section of revocations is a) annoying loud and b) really bad.

PS: Amanda, if you want it, I have the whole Gus and Frank album - I can't remember if you have it or only had a couple of songs. There's a lovely one about how they love someone more than chocolate. :)

Observations

It's odd how, even while imprisoned in an office building with regurgitated air conditioned air circulating, I can still smell the rain coming. It's a smell that's like nothing else, and all I need is one whiff and I'm back on the farm, sitting on the verandah on a muggy summer's evening watching the thunderheads roll in. There's such a sense of anticipation - the rain hasn't started yet, but you know it will, sometime, and the ground is usually crying out for it like a heroine in a trashy romance novel.

Only with less heaving.

Except if you're in California.

I've got a feeling (a bit of an inkling) that this is going to be one of those days where I post a lot. Again with the no more work, although at least I made it to the afternoon, and if I was hoping for some nice diverting discussions about the various Unpopular Opinions posts I've seen in my FriendsList today, I've been sadly disappointed. :P I'd post one of my own, but Mel and I have discovered that no matter what one of us says, no-one will argue with us. It's really quite disappointing if, like us, you enjoy a good discussion.

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Ye gods it's a slow day today. Both here and online. Which isn't good, because I rely on the second to distract me from the first. And my email account is a howling wasteland populated by the occasional work missive from On High bounding along like tumbleweeds.

And it's only 2.30pm, which means I have two and a half more hours of this to go. No wonder I haven't written anything for weeks - after a day of this my brain shuts down. Seriously, it's worse than Thorazine.

Heh, sounds like an icon-quote: "PERIN - Who needs Thorazine?"

The worst of it is that I start making countless LJ posts about how bored I am, which is boring to the people who have me listed, no matter how many amusing metaphors I use in the vain hope I'll be metaquoted again (no-one posted my skirt story, wah!). I'm boring myself, so I can only wonder why you lot are still here. And why should you entertain me when I don't entertain you?

Hey! Random ficbit - I'm going to see if I can't prod the cottage cheese that used to be my intellect into doing some more of the Adventures of Deena and Tim In The Piercing Parlour.

"Well, yeah. I'm here in London on business, and you know those hotel rooms, they get a bit claustrophobic after a while - there's only so many five star goodies a girl can handle, and you can't fit them into your suitcase unless it's absolutely HUGE. So I decided I needed a belly piercing. Walker's going to hate it."

"Walker?" Tim's head was reeling, more from the gush of words than the pain from his eyebrow.

"Christian Walker, my partner. Great guy, but a bit stuffy, you know?"

"I… suppose. You call your partner by his surname?"

"Of course." Deena looked at him, realizing he'd meant something else. "Oh, Walker's my work partner. We're not married, or sleeping together, or anything like that. I love the big lug, but man, we'd drive each other crazy by the time we signed the certificate!"

They Fight Crime!

Just when I thought I was doomed, this from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] via email:

(You know, for some reason I just got the idea for a new superhero team IT Girl and Court Woman. One is a Helpdesk Technician with a shady past, the other a Disgruntled Court Clerk. Together, they fight crime!)

Watch this space for further instalments. :)

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By the way, my hair is now long enough to put into a ponytail. A very short ponytail, and I have to clip back the sides, but a pontail nonetheless. Progress!

EDIT: The first instalment of The Adventures of IT Girl and Court Woman!

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