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vulgarweed) wrote2005-08-03 11:54 am
vulgarweed) wrote2005-08-03 11:54 am
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Well, I'm just about to be off before long. Note to my neighbors: Yes, I am the crazy person in the building finishing up the laundry at 5 AM. Why? Because I got home from work at 2 and that's how long it takes, silly.
I certainly could show up at my parents' house with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, but at my age that would be unspeakably trashy. (Not that I haven't done it, mind you.)
Notes to self:
(1) Yes, it does take longer to get from my apartment to the seat on the airplane at O'Hare than it does to fly from Chicago to Roanoke. 'Twas ever thus, and it's true of New York and Toronto as well.
(2) Leave space in suitcase. When Mom says, "We didn't get you much for your birthday this year, we're sorry, just a few things," she means she only got me enough things to stock half a tourist kiosk in the Pelourinho district, not an entire one.
Research-on-the-road Law:
(1) The book with the greatest amount of important and useful information will always be the largest and heaviest one.
Wow, I'm loopy. A little sleep-deprived.
Have a Good Omens drabble for the road. The current challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
go100 is to pair Crowley with someone other than Aziraphale. Hee. It's proving quite popular. The phrase "fandom bicycle" comes to mind. Here's my contribution, posted yesterday.
Title: Hard Cider
Words: 100 (excluding title)
Rating: PG
“So this Arrangement of yours – remarkable - I have to ask…” The young man paused to sip his hard cider, rich reddish-gold like his hair. “Is it, er, exclusive?”
Crowley laughed, then tensed, deep in thought for about seven seconds. Easier to get forgiveness than permission, ineffably speaking, and there was that incident with Dionysos and the ambrosia that Aziraphale refused to talk about.
“Of course not,” Crowley said smoothly. “Immortal is an awful long time.”
“Hm,” came the contemplative, noncommittal reply.
Crowley felt the Antichrist’s hand on his knee move just a little bit, up and in, and smiled.
I certainly could show up at my parents' house with a suitcase full of dirty laundry, but at my age that would be unspeakably trashy. (Not that I haven't done it, mind you.)
Notes to self:
(1) Yes, it does take longer to get from my apartment to the seat on the airplane at O'Hare than it does to fly from Chicago to Roanoke. 'Twas ever thus, and it's true of New York and Toronto as well.
(2) Leave space in suitcase. When Mom says, "We didn't get you much for your birthday this year, we're sorry, just a few things," she means she only got me enough things to stock half a tourist kiosk in the Pelourinho district, not an entire one.
Research-on-the-road Law:
(1) The book with the greatest amount of important and useful information will always be the largest and heaviest one.
Wow, I'm loopy. A little sleep-deprived.
Have a Good Omens drabble for the road. The current challenge at
go100 is to pair Crowley with someone other than Aziraphale. Hee. It's proving quite popular. The phrase "fandom bicycle" comes to mind. Here's my contribution, posted yesterday.Title: Hard Cider
Words: 100 (excluding title)
Rating: PG
“So this Arrangement of yours – remarkable - I have to ask…” The young man paused to sip his hard cider, rich reddish-gold like his hair. “Is it, er, exclusive?”
Crowley laughed, then tensed, deep in thought for about seven seconds. Easier to get forgiveness than permission, ineffably speaking, and there was that incident with Dionysos and the ambrosia that Aziraphale refused to talk about.
“Of course not,” Crowley said smoothly. “Immortal is an awful long time.”
“Hm,” came the contemplative, noncommittal reply.
Crowley felt the Antichrist’s hand on his knee move just a little bit, up and in, and smiled.
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and Happy Travels to you, dear!
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I'll have Net access, but it'll be more sporadic than usual. :)