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Apr. 25th, 2005 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosYou know, my writing schedule for the next couple of months frightens me and amuses me all at the same time.
-- I have to compile the list for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ithurtsmybrain in the next week, and I can already see a few pairings that are sorely tempting me to write a story.
-- Once Beelzebaby gets a name, there's another story to write.
-- I have to write my Volcano summary forplan_9_from_lj, and I have the distinct urge to write the next one for Deep Impact. 'Cause really, Elijah Wood outrunning a giant wave on a freaking motorbike cannot be mocked enough. I may save it for next month, but still. Yikes.
-- I still have to update my Monsters of Moosic file from the hard copy I edited so, you know, other people can actually read and edit the bugger, too.
-- Aaaaaaaand then there's the monster ficathon entry of dooooooooooooom.
Just out of curiosity, does anybody have one of those really long music clips of storms or the ocean or the woods? 'Cause I keep trying to work on the monster ficathon entry of doooooooooooom with regular music on, and I cannot begin to describe how much it's not helping. (Neither is leaving my music off when I can hear the highway right outside my window. *sigh*)
In other news, an Indian who became a man to marry a female relative was dumped after the surgery, a newspaper reported Monday.
Also, a Swedish lesbian couple who were thrown out of a Stockholm restaurant in 2003 for kissing won an appeal Monday against an earlier court ruling that cleared the restaurant owner of sexual discrimination.
And for the romantics, a couple married for 64 years died 14 hours apart this week.
Oh, and did I mention that Bossman 2.0 is supposed to send in Lieutenant Asshat into my office today to help me clean it up? When LA told me that on Saturday, I kept quiet because I figured, "Oh, hell, no," is not the response he'd be looking for. I also supposed it would be bad pointing out that if he'd actually help on the message queue like he's supposed to, it would be more of a help than any damage he could inflict on the stuff in my office. *headdesk*
EDIT: I wonder how appropriate it is that I spent twenty minutes yesterday searching my room because I thought I lost the "Instructions" booklet for my Greatest American Hero DVD set.
-- I have to compile the list for
ithurtsmybrain in the next week, and I can already see a few pairings that are sorely tempting me to write a story.-- Once Beelzebaby gets a name, there's another story to write.
-- I have to write my Volcano summary for
plan_9_from_lj, and I have the distinct urge to write the next one for Deep Impact. 'Cause really, Elijah Wood outrunning a giant wave on a freaking motorbike cannot be mocked enough. I may save it for next month, but still. Yikes.-- I still have to update my Monsters of Moosic file from the hard copy I edited so, you know, other people can actually read and edit the bugger, too.
-- Aaaaaaaand then there's the monster ficathon entry of dooooooooooooom.
Just out of curiosity, does anybody have one of those really long music clips of storms or the ocean or the woods? 'Cause I keep trying to work on the monster ficathon entry of doooooooooooom with regular music on, and I cannot begin to describe how much it's not helping. (Neither is leaving my music off when I can hear the highway right outside my window. *sigh*)
In other news, an Indian who became a man to marry a female relative was dumped after the surgery, a newspaper reported Monday.
Also, a Swedish lesbian couple who were thrown out of a Stockholm restaurant in 2003 for kissing won an appeal Monday against an earlier court ruling that cleared the restaurant owner of sexual discrimination.
And for the romantics, a couple married for 64 years died 14 hours apart this week.
Oh, and did I mention that Bossman 2.0 is supposed to send in Lieutenant Asshat into my office today to help me clean it up? When LA told me that on Saturday, I kept quiet because I figured, "Oh, hell, no," is not the response he'd be looking for. I also supposed it would be bad pointing out that if he'd actually help on the message queue like he's supposed to, it would be more of a help than any damage he could inflict on the stuff in my office. *headdesk*
EDIT: I wonder how appropriate it is that I spent twenty minutes yesterday searching my room because I thought I lost the "Instructions" booklet for my Greatest American Hero DVD set.
