It's no longer winter. I know this not because the first day of spring was yesterday, but because I've been swatting mosquitos at the barn all week and have already pulled two ticks off the new project horse
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In an effort to draw myself out of my personal pity party, I am opening myself up to prompts. You give me an idea, I write something (drabble, or short story, mess of words). Characters, themes, words, I'll give it my best shot.
Fair game fandoms are Spooks, The State Within, 30 Rock, Life, True Blood, The X-Files, Without a Trace, original
Sam Mendes is set to direct the next Bond movie. Which is a little, I don't know, odd? Slate has a charming list of all the Bond movies, re-titled as if they had been made by Mendes.
Mexico could not be better. Warm, sunny days, cool nights, a charming apartment to stay in in a wonderful city. Lots of Pacifico cerveza. Lots of sitting in el jardin and people watching.
My poor IBM laptop served me faithfully for six years until I spilled water on it Monday morning. It is officially fried; still up in the air whether I'll be able to get anything off the disc drive. Fortunately, I back things up fairly regularly on my external harddrive, but not too regularly, so if the disc drive is unsalvageable, I will lose
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