Sarah Palin, ladies and gentlemen.

IKEA to sell furniture to Sims 2 households

Everyone here seems to support the writers’ strike. Which is as it should be, I suppose, though it feels a bit weird to see those kinds of slogans in the LJ icons of people a continent or two away from Hollywood. Not watching much in the way of new TV, I’m kind of indifferent about it, though the writers damn well deserve the extra cash ( Read more... )

You're fired, Mr Howard.

(blows away cobwebs) Does this thing still work?

Am still alive. May start posting fic here-y'know, right when everyone else is leaving-if I get any into a fit state to publish.

Have new e-mail address (the old one will stop working in a couple of weeks):

caira (dot) canto [at] yahoo /dot/ com {dot} au

So, what happens if I push this bu-

Oh, stop teasing us, Mr Howard . . .

I'm learning LaTeX.

Voluntarily.

Those on my flist who know what it is, know where to send the nice men in white coats.

Every morning, after rousing myself with sound effects King Kong would run from in terror, I sit down to breakfast with the local Murdoch tabloid, and the fresh wit, wisdom and insight into world affairs offered by its Su Doku puzzle. And get distinctly cranky if interrupted before I've either got the thing done or given up in frustration ( Read more... )

Back from visiting floopyboo in Echuca, (had a great time, am now utterly exhausted, which is an annoying side-effect from getting three hours' sleep in a car park in Kerang) and now I'm back I'm finding out exactly how bad Adelaide tap water really tastes. Thinking about getting back into writing, putting the old fics on here and getting them off yet ( Read more... )

( Sense of humour quiz memage. Apparently my sense of humour is darker than 99% of blokes my age. Obviously, this quiz hasn't been around long. )