May 24th, 2006

lom can't win

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Sigh. Bad enough it's been so hellish at work I've not had any time to pop online or even dash off a paragraph or ten for the old blog. Not that the blog matters of course, as I most often feel like a SETI telescope, banging it out to a cold, sterile and uncaring universe with never so much as a peep of life at the other end. Though I am mildly annoyed because I'd actually been having adventures for once, out in the real world, interacting with real pepole. And actually, well, gracious me, having a bit of fun.

Nor will I have time today to tell you how much I loved the Doctor Who disk a dear friend sent me, a full service platter with episode, confidential and commentary, that I watched well into the wee hours because I didn't get home until nearly 9pm. Nor will I have opportunity to rave about Girl In The Fireplace, so I'll just have to squee a bit.

Won't have time to tell you I saw Neil Gaiman at a reading/signing on Monday, or that he, too, is squeeing over Doctor Who (Russell, get your people to phone Neil's).

But the worst thing is the not having time for any fic. Not only has poor Gene missed out on his blowjob, the poor man, but there was another scene where Gene said something so wicked that mere fuming wasn't going to do it and Sam actually slapped him. I remember Gene responding with something even more off colour about Sam being a kinky bastard, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what Gene said to make Sam smack him. Arrrgh.