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Long day
Sitting in my borrowed office and have time to kill. And it seems the more I'm bored, the hungier I'm getting. Am dreaming of a goats cheese and tomato sandwich on rye bread... Roll on 12 o'clock... -
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LJ has ads now? Sheesh!!
Aso, is Ziva pregnant? Zeva? Ziva? Ace Mossad agent of NCIS fame. (Must get fannish again!) -
Potted update
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Finally, a safe place to profess your Baltar love
For anyone who missed it, there's been a community created for unabashed lovers of Baltar and Six, which primarily focuses on their often bumpy ride to redemption. The comm is all about rewatching BSG from the Baltar/Six pov, and their interactions with others, and how other characters interact with them, how their story affects others, and how ( Read more... ) -
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Was writing out my sister's address as she's based in Jakarta for the next few months, and looked down to check my pen. It's got 'Botox, Botulinum Toxin Type A' stamped on it. I have no idea where this pen came from, but as my house is Central Station for my family, I have some healthy suspicions. And, I must say, the pen writes pretty well which ( Read more... ) -
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I finished off my kids story and sent it out for comments/beta yesterday. (Thanks again to the guys who put their hands up!) Now, I'm feeling kinda lost and lonely. You see, somewhere amongst the dialogue and action, those rag-tag characters of mine became my friends, and I need to find out what's going to happen next in their lives. And, as they ( Read more... ) -
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I got a phonecall around 8:00pm last night. A rather crisp woman who stated that she was from 'The House With No Steps' and wished to speak to 'David Hamilton'. Now, my mind was still processing 'THWNS' part of the introduction. I'm such a visual girl that I was imagining a house floating off the ground with despondent people milling around it, and ( Read more... ) -
BSG fic!
This fic is for Daniela, whose poking with a sharp stick really gets results!
Gaius Baltar, Doc Cottle and an OC.
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Next week they wanna take my work computer and wipe its memory. Like strap it down for electric shock therapy and blast away her synapses. My poor baby being left in the care of the IT Nurse Diesels! It has to be done, as for some probably inane and esoteric reason, software licenses cannot be transferred between departments. Still, my baby has her ( Read more... )
