Sep. 14th, 2008

r_scribbles: (TNG innocent Data)
God, I love this time of year. Those of you who've been on my F-List for a while will know that I start waxing lyrical around mid September about the smell of the drying leaves and the crispness of the air and the general sense of renewal I always feel with it - a hangover from academia. It's not just that though, not just the memories of the excitement of my friends coming back for Uni (by the first summer break the combined factors of parents splitting, having to pay rent on the student house for the whole year anyway, my boyfriend still living here and it being easier to get a summer job in a busy, touristy city than in Bloody Ilkeston - plus the fact that Canterbury's about a million times nicer than Ilkeston - meant I no longer went home for more than a couple of days at a time). I just love Autumn, especially early Autumn, and especially especially sunny September Sundays like today. There's still a hint of Summer, but the overbearing heat of July and August are gone. The air smells simply beautiful. Everything's just really relaxed. We took Vi out to the park this afternoon, where there were whole families larking about, Dads having a kickabout with their kids and whatnot. The sun was bright and low, everything was bathed in yellow, and when we got back, Violet's hair smelled of grass and leaves.

It is Spider Season, however, but I don't mind that too much, as long as they stay out of the house. We've got a real monster who's spun the biggest web I've ever seen at the back of the house... basically between our kitchen and next door's, spanning both floors of the house. Massive. He's caught some big bastard bluebottles in it, though, so he's very welcome to stay awhile. I don't actually mind garden spiders that much - the ones with the really fat bums - it's the brown house spiders I can't abide. Vi loves them. She can say 'Spider', and gets very excited when she sees one.

She's better today, BTW - still has a streaming nose, but slept normally today and has been very cheerful, if you discount her trying to escape out of her buggy in Sainsbury's.

Had a funny TNG dream this morning that could have served as a Plot Bunny had my subconcious not decided to go down such a silly route with it - Data and Picard had had their bodies swapped by some handy plot device or other (transporter malfunction...? Q...? My dream decided to let me guess how it had happened.) Now - that has the potential to be quite cool, right? Their entire personalities were now lodged in entirely the wrong bodies, with very little idea as to how to even so much as maintain their new forms - doubtful Picard would know how to run a self-diagnostic, and I can imagine Data regularly forgetting to sleep, eat, wash and so on. Not even that, but the amount of information in Data's mind might well overload a human brain, ditto a human personality with complex emotions and so on overwhelming an android brain. You've got Drama there. What did my dream do with this scenario...? Android Picard just being delighted to have hair again. That was it. He kept brushing it. Stupid dream.
r_scribbles: (TNG Gravity)
Just watched Hollow Pursuits. It. Was. Awesome. Another one to add to my rapidly growing list of favourites. Done some icons. Unfortunately I wasn't able to do one that did justice to Picard's 'Good work, Lt. Broccoli' face, which is a pity since that scene very nearly caused me to spit muesli all over the carpet.
Broccoli, and Satsumas, and Dandies, oh my! )

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