Certainly this Lewis fic has been powered on same thus far. Oh well, I hear there's an excellent cafe a block the other way. I'll miss the one on the corner though. Last time I worked here my mum used to meet me there for her sugar fix. It's one of those places.
No sugar fix today though. They forgot to vanilla my latte. They probabbly spat in it, too. So much for a last hurrah. Farewell Starbucks. To paraphrase Mr Clarkson: that large wooden thing in the wall behid you is a door.
I will miss their Xmas frappacinos, though. I don't know how I'm supposed to get through the Xmas shop without one (though it's easy now I only have to shop for one, who has lists, many long and itemised lists, and I probably should start trying to track down that first edition he's invariably going to ask for now).
You know this now makes Oz officially too sophisticated a market for both Starbucks and Big Brother. As the Peanut Gallery opined archly: someone might be having a cultural cringe but for once it ain't us.
In other news, not much. Still typing away. No idea what the stories are up to, but I'll let 'em run wild for a bit longer. It's fun. I'm really enjoying them, mainly because I'm just writing them for fun and nonsense.
One bemusing side effect of posting all these links is that sometimes I post links I think a friend will be interested in. Then another friend will send me links, thinking that I'm interested. It all gets very confusing. Just for the record, the Jason Statham links are for a friend, 'kay? There are others, but I had sudden fears of being very, so very kindly deluged, on account of my dedicated posting of said gentleman. But's all all fun and sharing and caring. Just so as we all get our recommended daily requirements of net totty it's all good.
Meanwhile, I have shovel envy. I mean, sure I've got my Dad's shovels which are still good, if ancient and they're like historic because they're my Dad's and they helped map this land (evil symbols of white oppression then?) Anyhoo, I saw a shiny new shovel in the hardware store and I am in the throes of shovel envy. It was the Aston Martin of shovels. Whoo.
But I digress. I was after wire to rethread my Hills Hoist. Hurrah for climate change because even just six months ago people laughed and pointed because I still had a Hills. The neighbours knocked theirs down, the only other one still standing (and laughed and pointed). Attempts to buy new wire (the thing is fifty years old, it went bung with age and use) was met with blank looks, if not open mocking laughter at my shabby cheapness. Fast forward to now and Cute Hardware Guy stood in awe and wonder at my mighty eco warrior street cred as I asked for, and lo, was shown the exact twisty wire in exactly the right ply (or whatever) I needed. My how times change (I haven't though, I am cheap and old fashioned, climate change be damned). It was just the complete change in attitude my request that bemused me so.
TV watched: Dr Who (the episode the Peanut Gallery refers to as Sek In The City). This time there was nothing for it but open mocking, particularly the latest entry in the Most Disturbing In A Highly Freudian Manner Dr Who Monster list (in which the Vervoids come in at #1, if that sentence isn't a Freudian nightmare in of itself), just don't call him dickhead to his face, and the dalek that was cooking off: cue a meledy of Cheech and Chong jokes: Sek's not here, man.
Watched some more of Long Way Down and it is a different edit to the UK vers I have on dvd, dammit. Now I wish I'd taped it (especially as I kept missing 70% of it due to work commits). Oh well.
Nothing was allowed to interupt Rome this week. Ah, nothing can keep those two boys apart. How sweet. How adorable. Best buddy show ever. Octavian turned into Simon Woods and James ate the scenery and Brutus vogued about in his spiffy new fightin' toga.
The morning Morses wrapped up this morning (sigh, I was enjoying those, the bits I saw) and that's about it.
Me? Been posting Lewis articles to inspector_lewis as they seemed to have missed that it was filming right now. Also, there's been some unexpected yet glorious action on brit_actors (finally, it's not just me talking to myself!). Go there for James and Rupert and more!
Nothing else. Oh, I just found that Complex with the JM cover, and he's in both papers today (squee!). Not that I ever get around to scanning my newspapers. Oh, to have a PA to do all that for me.
I am hoping to scan this weekend, especially as the leaning tower of McAvoy toppled over yesrerday, sigh. We'll see how life treats me.
Not much on the fic front. I was happily typing away but then the day just got rubbish (had to deal with people who just blacken my soul) so aside from the McAvoy goodness and the occassional pimping of tall lanky blonds (from friends who know me so well) it's been less of a day. But the Lewis fic I'm trying to finish is up to 33 pages. Wow. Thirty three incoherent pages of rubbish, but still. Considering that last year the total of pages typed in July was 0 it's a bit of an improvement. I just want to make sure it covers all the ideas I had and yet still makes some sort of sense, though I do want some bits to be ambiguous, so less sense there. Oh, okay, I just want something plotty inbetween the pr0n - grin.
I still can't believe I'm writing this but I somehow knew I would. It feels right somehow, even though it's wrong. It's not a grinding chore, in any case, like everything else. Well, no, it's just other people that make it things pointless and never ending.
Can I go home and watch some Foxy goodness yet?
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