Up came the 1812 Overture on my iTunes. I was avoiding work, so I wikipedia'd it to remind myself of the battle it was talking about. And I got far too excited over this part, regarding the cannon shots integral to the final bars:

Logistics of safety and precision in placement of the shots require either well-drilled military crews using modern ( Read more... )

A job for curator has just come up for a gallery in Chichester.

It's a crappy gallery, the job doesn't sound all that interesting, and the nearest big town is Bognor Regis.

Even so. It's Chichester, girls. Chichester.

The National Maritime Museum in Greenwich is looking for a Curator of Naval History.

Go on, black-hound. England and its fangirls needs you!

This is not bad pay, either, for a museum job. And the National Maritime Museum is totally beautiful.

Title: Dead Sea Fruit
Characters: HH/WB, AK,
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Word count: eek! about 3,000. Sorry.
Notes: Despite the depressive!Horatio title, this is crackfic and possibly the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever written. Apologies for blasphemy and the general rewriting of the fundaments of Christian theology to suit my, er, slashfic plotlines.

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Real life is not fun at the minute. I am, as Howard Moon's Uncle Pedro would put it, having minus fun. It would be fine if it was just work but also sadly it is more or less scraping out my emotional innards also. Generally this is an ego issue that is solved by the copious application of praise and reassurance, but sadly I'm achieving nothing that ( Read more... )

I read through the first page of my fandom flist. What have I got?

- A full-on, twelve-parter, Hornblower fic
- Detailed reporting from the International Congress on Mediaeval Studies
- Someone asking around to find out whether and how a galleon can sink in the Straits of Gibraltar
- Requests for mildly homoerotic boarding school stories.
- Someone ( Read more... )

I am fat and happy on this glut of Bush fic, yet I am only halfway through. What joy of joys is alphabet soup. Ridiculously grateful thanks to lokei .

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I had a bit of a fandom pause for a week or so, and now I'm back, as rabid as ever. List of things to write, or to mull over:

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Title: P is for Push
Characters: William Bush, Horatio Hornblower
Rating: gen
Word Count: 799
Spoilers: Lord Hornblower.
Notes: Hmm. I need to work on this, but I can't find the crucial plot point I need. Hopefully it functions.

( If Bush were to speak from his heart of hearts, he would have to admit three things: )

and Poland.

I have a load of handwashing and packing to do as I'm doing a last-minute research trip to Poland tomorrow. This does not mean I am not trying to get something down for alphabet soup though. Honest. I'm going to try not to be too late with it... sorry sorry dear fandom...