I have purged my f-list. Remember, f-lists are not a drama zone for me - if I dropped you, it's not because I hate you. I'm not in any games at the moment and I'm much more active over in Torchwood fandom on LJ so I'm checking my f-list less. Just making it a bit less cumbersome. (If you have an LJ and don't mind excessive blather and fic and vid posts, my LJ is ~phaetonschariot, I have the same open friends policy there.)

Also have a picture of bunnies.

My bunny is recovered from having his bits cut off and I have been out two nights in a row. Last night for a concert, tonight for live theatre with acrobats in various states of undress. It was acrobaty. I am, however, displeased with the weather. Too cold!

This is the time of year I decide what to do with my hair - normally I chop it short but I think I might keep it shoulder length and may see if I can go a few shades lighter? Not that I can yet, as the surgery was NZ$375 and I still owe $145 of that. Luckily I have a very good payment history with them, since he was sick for a while and all, giving me many opportunities to give them money, and it would be horrifically stupid to try and dodge a bill because while he is officially a growed up bunny now, he is still less than a year old and chances are he will at some point need to return to the vet for some reason.

Also people are always fascinated when you go on the bus with an animal. I had a chat this morning with some girl about rabbits and then in the evening after I got off the bus a little five~ year old who got off at the same stop wanted to pet him, and he was pretty chillaxed so I let her. She was sort of cute, in a kid way.

- Work more on MS#7. PLOT. Title? MS#7 is uncatchy.
- Take notations of progression of Cloudy Now
- Plot mood etc
- Start collecting .dv clips from Mentalist
- Love on Patrick
- Walk bunny?
- Be saner.

http://www.journalfen.net/community/unfunnybusiness/158840.html


I'm probably going to offend some people here. Because I am actually 100% on the couple's side.

(I also get annoyed when people throw around the word paedophilia in a situation like this. This is not paedophilia. If anything, it's ephebophilia.)

( reasoning and blather under the cut )

I lay in bed until about seven am, got up to bus to my sister's house to feed her cat. Then I was like, hey, I could go to the liquor store. Except that it's 7.30 in the morning. And then I was all, I could bus to the pharmacy to get my medicine. Except that it's 7.30 in the morning.

D:

Not quite as bad as the month I spent on EST so I'd get up at 2am and have to wait until the supermarket opened at like 8am if I wanted to buy anything.

If your characters had to teach a class at Hogwarts, which class would they choose?

Astra would pick Charms, or in BW-era the household magic course. Benjy, obviously, Arithmancy (or Healing, if in an era or fanon where that's an option). Pepper I think would take great delight in teaching History of Magic Reenacted by Dinosaurs. You know, for the boring bits.



AND I SHALL CALL IT.... THIS LAND!

Not really. But I've got the bug that's been going around my family. Scratchy throat Saturday afternoon, developed to full on chest/nose/head cold yesterday (Sunday), went to bed 6.30 and got up today alternately coughing and sneezing and freaking my bunny out.

Still, I managed to trim most of his nails, then since I had him wrapped in a blanket anyway I carried him round the house to see if I could swap cooking nights for later in the week (forgot they're going on holiday, but my dad gave me a box of lemsip).

At school we used to sing,

Mahunga pakihiwi puku hope waewae,
Mahunga pakihiwi puku hope waewae,
Mahunga pakihiwi puku hope waewae
Taringa mata iku waha e!

Or,
Head shoulder tummy hip legs
Head shoulder tummy hip legs
Head shoulder tummy hip legs
Ears eyes nose mouth yeah!

Also the completely inappropriate one I sing to my rabbit sometimes

Oma rapiti, oma rapiti
Oma oma oma
Oma rapiti, oma rapiti
Oma oma oma

Pako pako pako!
Ko te tangi o te pu
Oma rapiti, oma rapiti
Oma oma oma!

which is the Maori version of "Run rabbit, run".

so it's like quarter to eleven and I was thinking I should go to bed soon, and then I thought I should give Holly some more food. So I opened his cage and he went "o thx!" and jumped out. And now he's running around having a grand old time rubbing his chin on things and occasionally coming over to lick my leg and he just makes me smile.

I also broke my not-writing-things spree and finished a fic, though I may write a smutty coda, and then I have my Ianto/Jenny follow up to write. Plus there's the potential for Torchwood Five ridiculousness (though today's new canon implies that T5 is - was, rather - Torchwood India. I don't care, James Goss, I had http://www.torchwoodfive.co.cc already.). And apparently my father, my older brother and I all have the same sweater because it's fleece lined and warm and only cost $37 even if the smallest size they had was a men's M which is way too big for me. I don't care. I'm wearing another style in a men's S right now, which is just plain too big, but I kind of like being swamped in oversized sweaters and shirts.

I am DYING.

No, I'm not, but I am not feeling well. We have a vet appointment in the morning and then I'm staying in.

Had Holly upside down on my lap today clipping his nails and petting his tummy and found a few mats, which I guess makes sense coz I never stroke or brush there and his fur's reasonably thick. I got a fair few out though. And he is so so cute when he's on his back. He's all feets and belleh.

GD. I WISH I HAD JELLY. WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG TO MAKE. OMG.

I have four text windows open with partially written fic in them. Two are prompts for ~rounds_of_kink on LJ, the other two are playing with the verse I set up in Mutual Service. As well, I have a half-read Dean Koontz novel on my desk and I'm fourteen chapters into the Hidden audiobook. Also I'm working through a reclist I got emailed, deleting the fic that no longer exist and generally having fun reading and re-reading shit.

My attenshuns, I cannot has them.

The first ten people who comment in this post get to request a drabble length fic (i.e., about 100 words) of any pairing/character & one-word/short phrase prompt of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.

I'll be posting them on pocketotter, not here.

AND HI, I JUST CLEANED MY FLIST (I only dropped people who didn't have me friended anyway) AND ADDED PEEPS FROM EX-O. This is where I sit and blather about whatever's on my mind, which is usually Torchwood, my epically cute bunny who is sometimes an utter twat but who's my utter twat and his teeny adorable feets make up for it, random snippets of my everyday life, bitching about mental illness or the healthcare system, or one of the other tv shows I watch. Or sometimes RP stuff, but I try to keep most of my RP meta on pocketotter. Also I have a fuckton of crazy animal icons.

Need to update my character roster.

(Incidentally I decided on iantoefingjones, ty embb. His interests are ever-lasting peace and damn fine coffee. And Jack. Naked. Or in the coat.)

VOTE SAXON

I need to icon more curvy girls :D Who is curvy and gorgeous that I can icon?

Okay, so now that I have over 80 icon sets and feel like a real icon maker, I have separated my CDJ from my icon journal.

So now:

keieeeye - real life, general
keisarmy - pbs, icons
pocketotter - cdj, fanfic

which... sounds a bit excessive but oh well. I will warn you that if you add pocketotter you um may get a spam of 45~ entries on your f-list. So you might want to read your f-list right up to date, then add it, then keep reading from after that.

Accordingly, the Marius/Astra wedding planning infos is now here.

Plans for tomorrow: tag the older half of my icon sets with the PB name, do up the fanfic mega index on ~pocketotter and/or decide if I'm going to use any other tags for subcategories of "fanfic". Upload a fuckload more icons that I found while fetching all the otters because there are a ton on my hard drive that are super and not on here. Think about writing something un-depressing for lifeanddeath because breaking the streak of new-ghost-pepper with aubrey's death isn't really a change in mood.

Mission for tonight(?) and tomorrow(probably): clean my room up? The problem is that there's boxes and blankets and crap that doesn't actually have anywhere it belongs, but... I'll find room in my closet I guess, or under the bed maybe for the blankets.

Then I can see if there's room in here for an inside hutch. >.> Maybe. idk. Mum was all "You'd better clean up if you want a bunny in here" which... is not an implication that there's a middling to strong chance of not getting a bunny.

But. Yes. I was meaning to clean up anyway.

Want a bunny. :( *grabby hands*

cryptic passive-aggressive comment.

Everyone already knows that if Florence dies it's going to be the most pathetic death ever.

Also:
I am not joining neopolis.
One day I'm going to have a character hook up with another character, and the sex will be average.
I feel like having a character randomly get sniffles or whatever. And then have them go away. Because I can, and not everything is impending doom.

Just for the record, in case anyone was wondering, none of these are directed at anyone, I'm just musing.

I might also write more Elena drabbles.