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Because it is Friday, and because I am bored and waiting for a meeting, I present to you meme sheep-age!

Johari window meme--go forth and click word-buttons!

ETA: Because my keyboard is a whore, and then I decided it was quicker, V on the meme is me. Yes. *waves* Hi.

If there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

Oh, man. My people. You know who you are.

I love you all madly.

*PANICS*

Okay. Feel free to go about your business, now.

Help me find a title, people?

He has dreams sometimes, not the ones he can't remember, filled with life outside the bar--filled with magic and experimentation and a harsh and heavy uprush of rebellion and justification and 'I'll show you'. These dreams are quieter, a rush of wind instead of raging water, the quiet coolness of soil instead of the burning intensity of flame, of Roger Lucifer.

Instead there is a pair of bright blue eyes, sly and warm and laughing, and cool callused fingers, and tangled black hair. There is wine, held to his lips in a finely cutcrystal glass, and an insistent finger pointing at a line of poetry, forcing Thom's gaze to it almost against his will.

There is a feverish body against his own, hungry for touch and taste, wanting him more than anyone ever has. The warmth of fingers on his breastbone, and on his face, and lower, always so careful. And that face, perfect and beautiful and otherworldly, turned up toward his all open and waiting. It never bleeds.

Thom does, though, and in the dreams he never minds. Until, of course, he wakes up, breathing hard, hands shaking just a little, all alone in his room.

But there will come a day, of course, when Thom wakes up to find Xas waiting, legs crossed, hand resting very gently on Thom's shoulder.

One day. When Xas is ready.

Until then he sits quietly, lightly perched by Thom's bed, whispering low and soft in the tongue of angels.

And Thom dreams.

Today is Monday. There was a tiny bit of snow. Schools were generally on a 2-hour delay. Stupid Superbowl euphoria.

*eyes boss* Why can HE not be a football afficionado?

Oh, yeah. He's Polish. This explains SO MUCH. *snerks* Except not. Mostly it's the workaholic thing. And the out of the country thing.

Still, I am sitting here at my desk, staring disconsolately at the half of my monthly report that is done, pondering the progress report due on March 2, and the poster due March 9, and the oral exams that are now (did I mention this already?) some time in JUNE, and generally just feeling like a lazy sonofabitch.

Except, you know, I'm a girl. Regardless *waves away these petty details*, I am searching for productivity.

Will this be as profitable as Searching for Bobby Fisher?

The world may never know.

Today's disturbing news is that the last two fingers on my left hand won't stop tingling, in that mid-way between them falling asleep and me going 'ow ow pins and needles' kind of way.

Um.

Should I worry, or is it likely a pinched nerve/too much stress?

*eyes hand suspiciously*

Either that, or it's turning evil. I don't want an evil hand!

This meme amuses me.

( The LJ spectra meme )

Does anyone know what this means? Or is it just a pretty picture?

And because I have a long day of reading ahead of me, and occasionally I suffer psychotic breaks at all the science terminology:

Post a topic, list, category, whatever, in my comments section. (Such as: "Top 5 Sexiest Things for Malcolm Reynolds to Brood Over" or "Top 5 Jack/Daniel moments"). Then, in a separate post, I'll post the answers to all your Top 5 ideas, according to me. Then post this offer in your own journal. If you want to.

And thus ends my spam for the day.

I swear.

Well, last night was interesting.

I was abducted by several friends who I have not seen in a year or so. Great fun was had, but OMG am I tired.

So--I think, tonight, I will be putting my energy toward sleeping, and avoid the internet.

I shall return on Wednesday, probably.

Have fun without me, and do not burn me in effigy.

Thank you, and have a pleasant day!

So.

This is the place for that meme.

Ask my characters anything, IC or OOC, and I shall answer.

The list is:

Raven
Hunter
ed'Rashtekaresket
Avar s'Ffalenn
Maida
Erin Fray
Xas
Serpentine

Flagrantly stolen from Adiva and Amy:

Name a fandom I'm in/like/etc.

And I tell you:

1. The first character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise

Rami! Heather!

Trillian got really mad at me for bouncing so much. So I am online, and fairly stable, but must wait 15 minutes to log in again.

*sigh*

Comment here to tell me what you want me to do while I wait?

*sighs a sigh of the much-put-upon*

Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 of your own weird habits" and people who get tagged need to write a LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

1) I gnaw at the inside of my mouth when I'm nervous. Apparently it is cannibalism-lite, the self version. I think I started sometime around 5th grade. It used to be a furtive thing, kind of deliberate, and now I do it without thinking. I also make some truly bizarre faces. But my lip muscles have never been stronger, due to all the pursing.

2). When I am home alone, I cannot listen to the radio. The TV can be on, but not the radio. I have no idea why this is the case. Something about the pretty pictures makes it less likely (to my brain) that someone will sneak up on me while I am not paying attention. I could blame slasher flicks, I guess, but really, I'm just that weird.

3). Carrying books around with me makes me less creeped out. Alone, in the dark, with funny noises coming from downstairs that I must investigate? I grab a book, not a weapon. Though the heavily-glued spines of paperback novels HURT when they hit you in the head.

4). When caught unawares, you can often find me singing under my breath. Usually there is some sort of message in whatever the hell I'm singing. Sometimes that message is only for me. Sometimes it is just whatever was on my radio when I woke up that morning. Sometimes it's just nonsense.

5). When I am reading or watching TV, at particularly fraught moments, or whenever my brain latches on to something, I tend to get up and walk around. This is another thing whose origins are lost in the shrouded mists of time, but it's true. Particularly embarrassing moments for characters will also prompt loud exclamations of "OH CHRIST I CAN'T WATCH THIS" followed by loud stomping away. And then a hesitant return. "Is it over ye--OH MY GOD NO!" Yeah. I am fun to watch television with.

And that, I think, is pretty much that. Except for the Babylonian mashed-potato sleep-wrestling.

*shifty*

And now I am going to poke at

darthrami,

lunamystic,

sociofemme,

lyricality, and

cupenny, if any of them have not done this yet.

And, because I am a giant lemming, I am participating in the intimidation meme here.

Update #2 from the metaphorical not-really-trenches.

Got commentary on my monthly progress report back. Things look good. In practice, this means I now have eighteen million other projects on my plate.

YAY!

In other news, I have finally seen Battlestar Galactica, and--just--damn. Another sci-fi TV show that I can watch! Whee! Though sadly none of them push my OMG PRETTEH button the way Sheppard from SG:A does.

Not even, you know, Jamie Bamber. That's just WRONG.

Also I am making my family watch Due South with me.

*smug*

Mom is with me in liking Kowalski when we compare Rays. I think it's possibly the blond thing. I myself am fond of the jittery energy. Also I think the original Vecchio suffers, in my eyes, because sometimes his clothes burn my retinas with their bright colors. Still, I am very fond of the first two seasons. Even though I have not seen Some Like It Red (which is I think the girl!Fraser one, with the nuns?)

In non-fannish news, loss of my old computer means all my music is gone! *sob* I am still pondering obtaining an external hard-drive and switching the files over. I mean . . . there's a lot of iTunes paid-for music on there. I don't really want to have to replace it.

Ah, well. So it goes.

Given that RL has kicked me in the face, and that my boss is coming back, and that certain other things have made me feel a bit under the weather, I think I might take a leave of absence from the internet for a couple of days.

I am putting up notice of this only because I'm usually on IM every day, and I don't think I will be until Wednesday or Thursday of this week.

This also means no RP.

However, I'll still be surfing livejournal, and keeping up with e-mail and stuff, so if you need me, I'm not gone completely.

Just from IM and RP.

Probably.

Unless my will is weak. Which is likely.

*sigh*

Today is a day of crap.

This report is kicking my ass, and I just want it done for Sunday. Because Sunday I refuse to do work.

So there, universe.

*sticks out tongue*

My monthly report is now due on Sunday night instead of Monday night.

However, I think I've got enough info to compile to make a decent report.

Also I must read many many articles.

It is not so bad, I don't think.

Oddly, though, I feel productive today. Yay me!

Today has been a . . . . special sort of day. Much like every day that comes after a relatively long (or even decently long holiday). This almost--but not quite--includes weekends.

Ah Monday, how I hate you.

You fill me with a sense of well-being and . . . oh wait, no. That's me being facetious again.

Mostly I just want it to be Friday night. Or possibly Saturday.

Particularly as Saturday night means I get to eat at the Japanese place what has sushi! *bounces squeefully*

Also work is killing me. I need to get NMR data done, but there are no available times today. Which means tomorrow.

Which means EVERYTHING gets pushed back a day.

Well, at least it gives me time to get the NMR tubes clean.

*goes back to melting glassware, yay!*

So. The things I am most enamored with on this list do not, I believe, require addresses. Except the cards/letters.

So.

Should you require my address and not already have it, feel free to e-mail me at varadia @ gmail . com and I shall give it to you.

1).Paid accounts for this journal,

caramel_colored,

maida_crow,

it_has_teeth, or, if you know which other ones I've got, one of those.

2). Layouts for same, particularly this journal and

creator_raven. Or anything graphic-y, including icons, banners, or just pretty pictures.

3). Fanfic featuring Milliways people, or Fraser/RayK, or Brian/Justin. Or all of them, for a terrifying crack epic. Or a crack drabble. I am not picky.

4). Anything from my wishlist

5). Music! I do not care what. Just . . . no opera and no pure country.

5). Movies! I do not really care what. Just . . . no slasher flicks unless they are hilariously funny.

6). Books! I do not really care what. Just . . . no Ann Rice and her variuos pseudonyms.

7). Fanart! I cannot draw, and I am in awe of people who can. You can also include regular art and/or photography here. I am not picky.

8). Knick-knack thingers. I like Stuff. I collect it. Shiny things, weird things, tiny metal statues, you name it, I'm probably going to keep it on my dresser.

9). Cards/letters. I like hearing from people. It cheers me up. Also I like getting mail!

10).Donate to a charity. I am fond of Doctors without Borders, or more local charities like soup kitchens and the like.

Also, should you like me to look at yours, please poke me? I have brain like sieve. It is also Sad.

Alive in a Box

hey you, what's your name, come out of there!

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Meme! Again! Ahahaha!

Cue moment of existential panic

Ficletty thing for Ji, because she is an evil h0 (Milliways)

I am bound to ramble, only not so much with walking

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5 things meme! Whee!

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Meme! Fandom meme!

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Tagged for a meme by indy_go

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