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Went to see Cloverfield last night (which was Wicked). Splurged on some Peanut M&Ms in the name of nostalgia for the times I used to get a little box of peanut poppets as a kiddie. Alas, you can only get a great big bag these days so I still have some left over now - can't stop munching them! Also got a Chinese Takeaway for the first time in yonks. Black Pepper and Satay Beef. Om-nyom-nyom.
Madam's been having great fun with my Mummy, she's been walking loads on her own the last couple of days. At present she is feeding us all grapes.
Think I had a sexy dream about La Reynolds last night. Wish I could remember it.
Giving my TNG Bunnies a little carrot is actually proving to be a lot of fun. About 1000 words so far and all about as far removed from the actual Trek universe as possible. Lots of yet-to-be-explained OOC-ness, lots of people talking about nothing, which may well end up being a recurring theme to my Trek fics since that's what the other story I've got in mind would be too. So far there's been some griping over putting breakfast crockery away properly, a brief discussion about Jambalaya, an argument over whether a recurring headache is cause to see a doctor, a short conversation about women and some nice, healthy LoM influenced paranoia to the tune of 'I Can See Clearly Now'.
At present the best exchange thus far is:
'You have epilepsy.'
'You have stupid-lepsy.'
'Wildean.'
But I do intend on including the following:
'Why are you laughing?'
'You're sarcastic! Not to mention, very crude.'
'No shit.'
'You know, when we get through this... and we *will* get through this, if I've got anything to do with this - you're going to find all of this fascinating.'
'You're demented. Correction - I'm demented. I'm being patronised by an hallucination, for fuck's sake!'
And it may even include the theme tune to John Worf: PI. Maybe. He's a complicated Klingon, and no one understands him but his captain... Worf! John Worf.
Madam's been having great fun with my Mummy, she's been walking loads on her own the last couple of days. At present she is feeding us all grapes.
Think I had a sexy dream about La Reynolds last night. Wish I could remember it.
Giving my TNG Bunnies a little carrot is actually proving to be a lot of fun. About 1000 words so far and all about as far removed from the actual Trek universe as possible. Lots of yet-to-be-explained OOC-ness, lots of people talking about nothing, which may well end up being a recurring theme to my Trek fics since that's what the other story I've got in mind would be too. So far there's been some griping over putting breakfast crockery away properly, a brief discussion about Jambalaya, an argument over whether a recurring headache is cause to see a doctor, a short conversation about women and some nice, healthy LoM influenced paranoia to the tune of 'I Can See Clearly Now'.
At present the best exchange thus far is:
'You have epilepsy.'
'You have stupid-lepsy.'
'Wildean.'
But I do intend on including the following:
'Why are you laughing?'
'You're sarcastic! Not to mention, very crude.'
'No shit.'
'You know, when we get through this... and we *will* get through this, if I've got anything to do with this - you're going to find all of this fascinating.'
'You're demented. Correction - I'm demented. I'm being patronised by an hallucination, for fuck's sake!'
And it may even include the theme tune to John Worf: PI. Maybe. He's a complicated Klingon, and no one understands him but his captain... Worf! John Worf.
