Things I am going to do today...

1. Write an actual LiveJournal post.
1a. That is not a list.
1b. Even if I think it's a rather witty bit of silly... On that note. *wanders off to read Skippy's List*

2. Find my desk again.
2a. Attempt to figure out -why- I have a desk. (Seriously, I don't think I've ever used it, what is it's purpose? Other than to pile clothes on...)

3. Post a review to Online Writing Workshop (maybe two)

4. Write 750 words of Silverwitch that are not 'jumping ahead to the fun bits', so as to get back on track with actually posting something.

5. Attempt to construct better plans on building a replacement fence gate beyond 'well, it's square-ish and has hinges'
5a. Go to Lowes.
5b. Realize that 'sorry the saw is broken' is apparently the default, not the exception.
5c. Realize that 8' of 2x4 will not fit in either car.
5d. Do not engage in creative cursing, although somewhat justified by the fact the lumber clerk look at me like I had two heads when I asked for 2x4x6 treated lumber. I R GRL, I CAN2 BUILDZ STUF! Rar.

6. Restock kitchen fuds, so that 'what's for dinner' is 'salad' not 'I dunno, pizza?' *sighs*
6a. Have a Egg McMuffin for breakfast because I am too lazy to shop twice.
6b. Read wrapper.
6c. Realize Egg McMuffins have 370 calories.
6d. Vow to clean enough to get on the treadmill and take back some of the Stupid.

7. Clean stuff around treadmill.

Go Fundable.com!

I am linking this here and on Facebook because as a company voice you really shouldn't say 'but she might be lying' when someone voices a pretty detailed account of how you refuse to give them their money back.

In fact you can think it all you want, but you don't SAY 'but she might be lying' when defneding your company in comments.

Or anywhere else, really. *not amused*

Followed a link from marthawells which led to...

From Mary Robinette Kowal -- My very bad experience with Fundable.com

[BETA REQUEST] WIP: For All The Years That Do Us Harm / And These Cold Comforts Warm (SGA)

Semi-final drafts, will do some more poking tonight and see what changes. Hmm. *pokes* Thoughts anyone? Too far off prompt? Still too vague to fit the fandom?

TITLE: For All The Years That Do Us Harm / And These Cold Comforts Warm
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 200 words (paired drabbles), PG, Gen
SUMMARY: Hurt and Comfort. Written for sga_flashfic: The H/C Challenge.

For All The Years That Do Us Harm

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And These Cold Comforts Warm

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[DRAFT] For All The Years That Do Us Harm/And These Cold Comforts Warm(Stargate Atlantis)

Ah, got-it... *scribbles maddly*

For All The Years That Do Us Harm

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Wordcount: 152 WIP
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Draft 2
Wordcount: 116
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Wordcount: 100
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And These Cold Comforts Warm

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Wordcount: 106 WIP
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Wordcount: 100 WIP
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Wordcount: 100 WIP
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You would think I'd post more...

*sheepish look*

Well, here's a New Week's resolution (since we're nowhere near a New Year *cough*) to get off my duff and start drabbling again.

We'll see how it goes. *crosses fingers*

For drabble prompts we currently have:

sga_flashfic: H/C Challenge
snape100: Challenge #295: "Snape and Mythology"
dw100: Challenge #264: Third Doctor Titles
hp100: Sprains, Strains, and Abrasions
dw100: Fallout

For the moment I'm leaning towards the dw100 since I've just finished watching Children of Earth, but we shall see. *pokes muses*

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Stretching my wings, testing cross-posting, and not really leaving...

I've decided to test out DreamWidth (of which I am uncommonly fond, hence the paid account) by copying my fan fiction over. So there will be a bit of maneuvering --as I have enough drabbles to choke several dragons-- which should prove interesting. I'm also going to crosspost all WIP fics and related ramblings, since if DW flies well (and it's already pretty kickass for just being in Open Beta!) I'll be moving all of the fanfic there for simplicities sake.

Now this doesn't mean I'm leaving LiveJournal, as my friends are all still here (for the moment! ^_~ heh) but that I'll have both journals up and running and reading my flist on both.

I've already imported my flist (although there won't be any locked content on DW) and I've added those of you I know have DW accounts already. If anyone has one I've missed, please let me know! And if anyone would like an invite code, I'll give a yell as soon as I have some. ^_^

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It's odd to be home for Christmass Eve...

Normally I'm up at Mom's avec Ben and Jerry's (or suitable substitute) and a movie (ahhh, Cold Comfort Farm ^_^) kicking back and relaxing the holiday old school. Or new school. Or whatever. *sighs*

Instead we'll be making a run up and back to Northern VA tomorrow, hitting Mom's in the morning and then hooking up with Dad and Assorted Cousins of Awesomeness(tm) in the afternoon/evening and then driving home.

All because I wanted/needed/could-not-live-without dogs (and I suck at finding anyone to petsit).


I still think they were a good idea. *pats a fuzzy head with her toes* *ignores Glare of Death from the cat* Ah furkids. ^_~ Hehehehe

So today I am attempting to think up An Awesome Gift of Awesomeness(tm) and failing. Which is more or less par for the course, I am not well-versed in the art of finding things other people love. Thus I make them pick. MWAHAHAHA! Achem. Yes.

So I am coming up with a mint tea recipe to replace Diet Coke as my One True Love(tm) because I am sick of looking at ingredients lists on things and trying to figure out which random ingredient will kill me next. :P So sugar, milk, mint extract, and Lipton Tea it is! *fiddles with the recipe*

Anywho, happy holidays to one and all, no matter what the holiday's be!

And lo... I get a vacation from my vacation.

The semester ended yesterday at midnight leaving me with either two A's and a B or two B's and a A depending on an ungraded assignment. Either way, I'm more than pleased and insanely glad that it's over!

Which means I now have an approximately two week break where I have no work and no school... and hopefully I can figure out an order to my life that doesn't including staying up until midnight, sleeping in until 10am, and getting nothing done. *sighs*

It's like freshman year in college all over again! ^_~;;;

Anywho lofs of hugs to my abandoned f'list and I will try and get back into the flow of LJ things! *pokes her fanficitves who curse interesting curses and demand to remain in hibernation* I hope. >.<;;;

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Gate Team 5 stared at the towel racks for a long thoughtful moment, abandoned by their native guide who had not quite ditched them in the middle of an alien jungle. An alien jungle that apparently knew how to accessorize.

"What do you suppose he meant by 'explosive growth'?"

Several fun-filled hours later they mastered the art of telling dead-and-thus-safely-inert seedpods from attractively-packaged-leafy-green-bundles-of-death. Actually, Matt had mastered the art of setting-off-explosions-from-a-distance-with-inappropriate-amounts-of-amusement, and Amy was working on poking-things-with-a-very-long-stick, in the hopes of securing a pinecone containing screws and not squirrels. Or whatever they were calling the bright orange rodents with a taste for metal and a nasty possessive streak. (Gate Team 5 had learned to stop suggesting names for wildlife in their mission reports, it just made Sam sigh heavily and pull out her red pen.)