Same old same old
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jadesfireMeh! Gah! And other expressions of disgust...
I am boooooooooored out of my (fairly) tiny mind. The backlog of cataloguing just keeps getting longer, not shorter, which is just wrong as I'm actually doing work here. I'm just not getting any credit for it, which is wrong.
I'm bored enough to contemplate tunnelling my way out and I work on the 1st/2nd* *delete as appropriate for your side of the Atlantic floor.
I'm bored enough that I'm thinking about sorting my work email inbox, which has nearly 600 messages in and to which I have to periodically sacrifice small furry animals in order to keep it appeased.
I'm bored enough to start contemplating inventing new numbers beyond infinity ("smidge" is my favourite so far, which is however much you're thinking of, plus a little bit; or possibly "yelp" which is for the sound you make when you realise quite how high the number is). This is for the purposes of being able to say that, on a scale of 1 to 10 of being bored, I'm at about insert invented number here. Then I can watch people's faces when I say it and no longer be bored, for at least three seconds.
*sigh*
Normally at this point, I demand drabble prompts but I'm almost too bored for that...
Nah, I'm not ;) Prompt away! Or you can demand an extract from one of my works in progress (list under the cut). Demand something from one of my non-regular fandoms (list under other cut). Demand anything that might stop my brain from dribbling out of my ears before the end of the day!
It may take me a while to get through requests, as I am determined to demolish at least one pile of books by the end of the day. As said pile is three feet high, I may be here a while.
I've written in House, Criminal Minds and Doctor Who/Torchwood. I could potentially write in:
Observant readers may also notice that I have recently mastered the 'list' coding and am taking the opportunity to use it as often as possible.
ETA: Article in newspaper saying that the interest rates on student loans are doubling. Yes, doubling. Seriously not good.
On the plus side, next week BBC7 are broadcasting the play "Only a matter of time", which I heard about 5 years ago and was just wondering about yesterday. It's one of the best pieces of radio comedy-drama I've ever heard and has stayed with me for all this time. Listen if you can!
Also, comment notifications? Not working *prods LJ* so further delays may occurr...
I am boooooooooored out of my (fairly) tiny mind. The backlog of cataloguing just keeps getting longer, not shorter, which is just wrong as I'm actually doing work here. I'm just not getting any credit for it, which is wrong.
I'm bored enough to contemplate tunnelling my way out and I work on the 1st/2nd* *delete as appropriate for your side of the Atlantic floor.
I'm bored enough that I'm thinking about sorting my work email inbox, which has nearly 600 messages in and to which I have to periodically sacrifice small furry animals in order to keep it appeased.
I'm bored enough to start contemplating inventing new numbers beyond infinity ("smidge" is my favourite so far, which is however much you're thinking of, plus a little bit; or possibly "yelp" which is for the sound you make when you realise quite how high the number is). This is for the purposes of being able to say that, on a scale of 1 to 10 of being bored, I'm at about insert invented number here. Then I can watch people's faces when I say it and no longer be bored, for at least three seconds.
*sigh*
Normally at this point, I demand drabble prompts but I'm almost too bored for that...
Nah, I'm not ;) Prompt away! Or you can demand an extract from one of my works in progress (list under the cut). Demand something from one of my non-regular fandoms (list under other cut). Demand anything that might stop my brain from dribbling out of my ears before the end of the day!
It may take me a while to get through requests, as I am determined to demolish at least one pile of books by the end of the day. As said pile is three feet high, I may be here a while.
I've written in House, Criminal Minds and Doctor Who/Torchwood. I could potentially write in:
Observant readers may also notice that I have recently mastered the 'list' coding and am taking the opportunity to use it as often as possible.
ETA: Article in newspaper saying that the interest rates on student loans are doubling. Yes, doubling. Seriously not good.
On the plus side, next week BBC7 are broadcasting the play "Only a matter of time", which I heard about 5 years ago and was just wondering about yesterday. It's one of the best pieces of radio comedy-drama I've ever heard and has stayed with me for all this time. Listen if you can!
Also, comment notifications? Not working *prods LJ* so further delays may occurr...
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cont...
Date: 2007-06-21 04:15 pm (UTC)Ianto was about three seconds too late. Jack pushed open the bathroom door, with his best 'hello' grin on his face. The man in the bath grinned back.
"Hi there."
"Hello." Jack did not look over his shoulder to see Ianto's face. It really wasn't necessary. "Do you mind if I..." He gestured across the room.
"Course not." Still grinning, the bather pulled the shower curtain across. "Give you a bit of privacy."
"Right." Turning, Jack closed the door, giving Ianto a final waggle of his eyebrows as he did so. "Privacy."
When Jack emerged from the bathroom, Ianto was sitting on his sofa, head in his hands. Feeling just a twinge of guilt, Jack clapped him on the shoulder.
"So that's why you've got such a big bath."
"Is there any chance that I'm ever going to live this down?" Ianto didn't look up, his voice muffled.
"Probably. Just be glad I'm not Owen. He'd have probably jumped in there too."
"You didn't." Finally lifting his head, Ianto frowned. "You didn't," he said again, this time with more surprise.
"I've got to get to London." Jack waved the folder again. "Remember?"
"Right."
Ianto trailed after Jack as he headed for the door, coming to a dead stop and leaning backwards as Jack suddenly turned, waving the folder under his nose.
"But next time you need someone to scrub your back, you know where I am."
"Yes, sir." There was a glimmer of hope in Ianto's eyes, as though he'd realised he might survive the next day without dying of embarrassment. "I'll bear that in mind."
Jack waited until he was half in the car, looking back at Ianto, who was still standing in the doorway. Then he called out,
"And I prefer showers!"
He turned on the engine, drowning out Ianto's reply. There was already more than enough to keep him entertained on the long drive to London.
Re: cont...
Date: 2007-06-21 04:20 pm (UTC)Re: cont...
Date: 2007-06-21 04:37 pm (UTC)Glad you liked - this was a bright spot in the day from hell :)
Re: cont...
Date: 2007-06-21 04:49 pm (UTC)*grins*