(Bitchin' Party excitement is a very nice distraction from the fact that I am currently at the office on a Saturday afternoon. I will NOT set the building on fire with my mind, I will NOT set the building on fire with my mind, I will NOT ...)
- Location:Chicago
- Mood:
geeky - Music:Rhett Miller - "My Valentine"
so click on the link, and it'll show you some of the photos, i've not posted them all as they might have some spoilers in to the waters of mars, and i know theres some people who like staying devoted and not looking at spoilers, enjoy! ;D
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Subject: Joan Redfern/John Smith, The Doctor.
Title: How to Save A Life
Notes: A view on Joan and John's goodbyes and how Joan can't be with the Doctor instead.

"John Smith is dead and you look like him."
Enjoy! :)
- Mood:nervous
Hubs is taking it on the chin at the moment - he's not one of life's mopers, and a very practical person - dementia means you slowly lose the person you loved anyway, and I think having been prepared for this for a long time and the element of relief that his Dad's suffering has ended has softened the blow somewhat. We're carrying on with our plans this weekend - seeing friends and all (except me and Alex since he's too little) going to the big bonfire night tonight. I think he'd actually find it much harder just sitting around.
Other big news is that I'm afraid I've decided it's time to let www.randomscribbles.co.uk die. It served me well over the years, but it's so easy to post writing online for free these days it's not worth me shelling out yearly for a fiction website. I'll soon be posting all the content that was on there either on this journal, or more likely I'll set up a second LJ account as a fic depository. The website will go down on the 10th, apparently. So it goes. So it goes.
- Mood:
sad
( Man offers little and asks for so much )
TOS 3x12 Plato's Stepchildren (39:13)
I tried to find the whole scene at YouTube, since it's followed by Spock singing beautifully, but I only found this:
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DISCUSS.

- Mood:
confused
Can I test drive a brand new Peugeot if I'm thinking of buying one in Spring?
ds_c6d_bigbang chat starts in a few hours...
Come join us. Even if the only participation you plan on doing is reading the stories once they are posted, you are still more than welcome to come and cheer and squee and brainstorm and *twirl* and *hug* and meet the people who will be crying and sweating and bleeding on their stories for the next few months.
Everyone is welcome. IM me at akamine_chan@yahoo to get an invite. I'll open up the room in about an hour. Come and have some fun with us!
Yay!
I have been waylaid to South Carolina by the death of an uncle, the uncle I was named after.
Neal Robert Bailey.
Ma and Pa didn’t forsee the hilarity of Kneel and Bob as my first two names, but all humor aside, my uncle was a great guy, and it’s good that I’m here.
I almost got arrested in an airport, but that’s a story for another day. It’s a good one. Very free speech-ey, rah rah, go Team America stuff. Stay tuned, I might do it if I have time.
Which I don’t, because in between my Grandma and Grandpa and father I am staring at drafts of No Weak Sister. The fourth draft will be done tomorrow, and the fifth by the end of the next week, and the book will be done by the time I get back on the plane or I will jump out with no parachute. WHEEEEEEEE!
Dear Fed: Not only is this impossible, it’s sarcasm. Just in case you’re watching me now.
More soon. Word count is 89 K plus change.
Automatically cross-posted from NealBailey.netPreview:

( Sheldon knows football? I mean, Quidditch, sure, but FOOTBALL?! )
Author: Aya (
Thanks to:
Mixer:
Artist:
Disclaimer: I don't own Trek.
Pairing: K/Mc (NC-17 for smut)
Summary: Jim and McCoy are trapped, together and alone, in a strange world made up of their memories and desires. In a world where almost anything they want comes into existence, there is no hiding from their desires, each other, or themselves. K/Mc, NC-17, 16000 words.
Infinite thanks to all the wonderful people credited, without whom the story would never have happened. Thank you so much for reading. All comments would be loved and appreciated.
Author: Aya (
Thanks to:
Mixer:
Artist:
Disclaimer: I don't own Trek.
Pairing: K/Mc (NC-17 for smut)
Summary: Jim and McCoy are trapped, together and alone, in a strange world made up of their memories and desires. In a world where almost anything they want comes into existence, there is no hiding from their desires, each other, or themselves. K/Mc, NC-17, 16000 words.
Infinite thanks to all the wonderful people credited, without whom the story would never have happened. Thank you so much for reading. All comments would be loved and appreciated.
Words: 100
Rating: All Audiences.
Content Advisory: None
Summary: [Gen.] Amanda and wee!Spock and hugging.
Other Notes: For
( have you hugged your human today? )
Title: hear afar their whirling laughter
Words: 100
Rating: T?
Content Advisory: (skip) Immediate mental after-effects of torture.
Summary: [Pike/Number One] He never had time for yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
Other Notes: Stands alone, see also: time in motion makes such haste. Title is from James Joyce's I Hear An Army Charging Upon The Land For the
( Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil. )
Title: 800 (like 300, only with 500 more)
Author: Renata Lord (
Pairing: Kirk/Spock (crack K/S, but still K/S)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,100
Disclaimer: Still not making money off this. Where did I go wrong?
"Good God man! Have you slept with everybody on this ship?"
