fanfare, s'il vous plait!

This entry is for the sole purpose of me wishing happy birthday to schiarire, who is also graduating at the end of the week. Ergo: I OWE YOU MANY SHINIES. For now, have a handful of songs which I am not sure I've given you yet, an IOU for a drabble (which can be anything you want. anything. Tigh/Boomer? NO PROBS!) and the knowledge that I am at your disposal for that thread you wanted :D

Switchfoot - Golden
David Usher - Alone in the Universe
Vienna Teng - Drought
Patty Griffin - Made Of Clay
Imogen Heap - The Walk

Et c'est une folie à nulle autre seconde,
De vouloir se mêler de corriger le monde.

(Molière. You know what? I think you manage it quite well.)

BE HAPPY, Ji-thing.

I think I read a fic like this once...

I don't follow Big Brother or anything, but apparently there are a couple of participants in the current version called Jamie and Katie. Yep. Okay. And for some damn reason, one of the TV magazines decided that it needed to make a hilarious photomanip of what their baby would look like if they had one (???). So I'm standing in the checkout queue at Woolies idly reading the covers of magazines, and I see:

JAMIE AND KATIE'S BABY REVEALED

I almost choked.





...shuddup.