fic!

Due South fic!

There's lots of swearing and lots of italics and, um, lots of maths and a little bit of Shakespeare because it's me, what did you expect?

I like it. I really do. I'm proud of it. It unfolded really nicely in my head and then Ray just kept talking until it was done. There's even Plot! Kind of.

I suppose I'd better dedicate this one to villainny and darthrami, and to sanguia for lending me her DVDs.

Number Systems

tomorrow we'll be far away / tomorrow is the judgement day

*looks at two-inch-thick pile of articles*

*looks at untidy house*

Hahaha. Um. So I really should start tidying up, seeing as how I have to spend tomorrow cooking for my birthday party. Those articles can be read on...the weekend. Yes.

In other news, Ji and Rami and Heater and I remain able to have long conversations about fuckin' weird shit. Today's managed to linger on how Thom's sperm was incredibly un-motile and was in fact comparable to both Woody Allen and the French Army. And also the fact that I now have the image etched firmly into my head of Adrien Brody holding up a banana with a condom on it and looking incredibly solemn THANK YOU LYNNE, SO MUCH, I NEVER NEEDED THAT SCRAP OF SANITY ANYWAY.

...anyhoo.

Okay, the jury's still out:

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OMG WHAT. On the television. A teaser for some new medical drama and there's happy yellow text saying DR. DELGADO and a frowning woman and aaaaaaahhhhh. Yes. Anyway. There's my daily dose of meta.