you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

abrabacon_trask has started work on a Sparrington Drinking Game.

so far, the rules are:

1. Take a drink every time James scoffs; finish drink if said scoffing occurs during sex.
2. Take a drink any time James renders Jack speechless; take 2 drinks if a big deal is made over the fact that Jack is, for once, speechless.

now, contribute or die!
(no, really. because the fact that a Sparrington drinking game is so clear a need in my head means that there either already is one or REALLY NEEDS TO BE ONE.)

And Lo, the Meletor, in her ill-fitting blue vestments of hotel employment, didst say unto her psychiatrist, "Hast thou read anything good lately?"

To which he did reply, "Yea, verily! I have recently finished The Black Powder War, and I believe it to be the best one of the three -- what think'st thou?"

The Meletor didst respond, "I have not read it," and in revenge for his most transgressive boasting did also add in inquiry, "Hast thou ever read any book by Lois McMaster Bujold?"

...

And through this act she did increase the number of the flock by one.

At least.
Because he said his wife might read them, too.

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in other news, while trying to find a Weatherby image to icon for the_dala, I came across ( this: )


I should sleep now. many things to get done tomorrow.

you know what sucks worse than working a 7.5-hour day at the hotel? working a 7.5-hour day at the hotel when __dtrain is working the evening shift at her job. *unspaz*

'kay, meme now!
due to a combination of johanirae and hippediva-

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so, seasons are beginning to change here in temperate-zone midwestern America. and that, of course, can only mean one thing: SINUS PARTY!!!!! you bring the ragweed; I'll bring the histamines. fuckin' hell. and you know what though, this time it's really serious. honestly, I can't recall ever having extra trouble with allergies (save the rather usual bit with the increased snifflies and the itchy eyes) before this year. but you know what happened today? MY INNER EAR GOT WASTED. yeah, that's right. had no FUCKIN' idea where it was or where its clothes were, or APPARENTLY how to stand up straight. so, of course, neither did I. well, I found my clothes, found my way into the kitchen and then to work, but the wobbly vertigo feeling DID NOT PASS. ALL DAY. again I say, fuckin' hell. finished work, came home, crashed in front of the Incorrigible, and barely managed to wobble downstairs at 11:30 to watch SGA.

then I come upstairs, on a tentative and vaguely dizzy pathway to the office/my bed-room, and what do I see on the kitchen table? A VASE OF FRESH-CUT FLOWERS.

MY MOTHER HAS BEEN FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY.


tch. some people.




OTOH, at least I don't have a brain-exploding nanovirus.

old_music.

Music-share without the Diet Coke.

All dead guys, all the time.

...and other such intriguing catchphrases.


as you can see, we need a community icon. um, and members. oh, and if anyone has any places where pimping might be able to occur? that would be awesome. because damned if I haven't been wanting to set this up for quite a long time now, and I finally got fed up enough with emo-punk mainstream "alternative" to do it.

Almost 400 years ago ...a Maine vessel launched America's love affair with shipbuilding.

the 30-ton pinnace, Virginia. :D

I'd been toying with the idea of getting involved with her reconstruction since George and I saw the building site at the Maine Maritime Museum last fall. now I've filled out and sent in the volunteer form, and will be writing an e-mail to them later tonight.

we'll see where it goes.
I am very excited.

seeing as I'm tired and lazy and at some point during a conversation she said I could,
all TallShipsWeekend pictures are belong to gryphons_lair (the publicly viewable ones, at least).

her journal is also the place to go for post(s) about the trip, because I am frankly quite crap at event reports (or anything that requires my brain going in order). but I can and will say: we had FUN!

so. I smell like boy.

no, seriously; my brother stole my body wash (used the last of it, the little bastard!), so I stole his. and now I smell of Axe: Touch. it is PINK! and ... it'll linger. *shouldersniff*

also, for your edification and amusement, ( I am PMSing and so is my girlfriend )

yes.

oh, tomorrow I'm buggering off for a couple days, so, if I miss a few things -- or quite a lot of things, really -- don't kill me, yeah?

went to DMC for the ... sixth? seventh? whatever -- I've seriously lost count now -- time. and, as usual, got a brain full of ideas, ficwise and otherwise, and basically don't want to go to sleep because I want to stay on the internets and play with timelines and characters and piraaaaaaaates... *whine*

yeah.

also, this may just be the caffeine talking, but I really think people on the intarwebs need to stop being buttfinks.

lastly, you know what? I have not written all summer. that's right -- all. fucking. summer. so I'm rather sick of that, so I'm taking drabble/ficlet requests. piratey-like, if you please, since that's obviously where my brain's been hanging out lately. crossovers you can try me with, but they're perhaps less likely to get done. all I ask is that you include in your request three things:

1- character, characters, or pairing. (also, if there's anyone you reallyreally don't want to see then let me know that as well, because otherwise I'm liable to bring him/her/it in randomly.)

2- word, phrase, setting, or some other prompt-y thing. 'cause otherwise my brain won't have anything to grab on to, and that would pretty much suck.

3- rating range. self-explanatory.

and that looks all formal and demanding and shit, but really it's not -- more guidelines than actual rules, you know -- and just basically ... GIMME IDEAS! *grabby hands* and I'll try to, you know, write them. for you. and they will probably may suck royally, because I'm rusty and crusty and way off my game, but at least you'll have the fuzzy satisfaction of knowing you helped a very, very desperate girl. so again: GIMME IDEAS!, cause right now? I've got Jack & James playing rum pong and ... that's about it. for ideas.

also, the more ASAP y'all request, the sooner I don't-have-to-go-to-bed. which would be nice as I don't want to go to bed!

putting together the Thursday newsletter at isla_tortuga alerted me to how FREAKING FAR BEHIND I am, as far as fandom goes. especially reading.

fortunately, I have off of work tomorrow, so the plan is to hole up in the office, just me and the internets and a pot of coffee, and do a shit-ton of read/feedback/squee/natter/commentreply.

THEREFORE, please post "hey look at this!"-es here for anything you really think oughtn't face the possibility of falling through the proverbial cracks. because I guarantee you, things will.