Tuesday Has No Phones

Okay, it is officially so far the best birthday ever!

To begin with, last night I got birthday kisses from kita0610, who has also promised to kidnap me, dress me in a schoolgirl uniform, gift me with a mace and... well, you draw your own conclusions from there.

The ats_nolimits team has gifted me with two amazing final episodes that are awesome, done, ready for coding, ready for people to read and love on them. Much, much thanks to everybody who helped pull that off in spite of RL insanity and the utter albatross of having me for a showrunner.

versailles_rose sent me a card that made me snicker.

mpoetess sent me the best T-shit EVAH. It also arrived this morning so I opened my door to go to work and poof! There was a package!

airawyn gifted me with absolutely, positively, bar none the bestest fic that I could ever possibly imagine. Except I don't have to because she imagined it and wrote it already and it is awesome and I love it and I want to scuttle off in a corner and read it again and again and again only I can't because I'm at work and people keep expecting me to do things for money. But fic! Awesome! Perfect in every way except the "to be continued" part because what is up with that? Okay, yes, more fic is always of the good but it's been hours and I've had no updates. So any year now, pumpkin. *taps foot impatiently*

ladybug218 gifted me with a nifty thing that I shan't specify in case she doesn't want me crossing the LJ streams. But she knows what it is and I thank her.

And there are far, far too many of you who are wonderful and silly and fannish and enable me in my own silly fannishness which is wonderful and... [happy sigh] Thank you. =) Also thanks to those who send bday wishes who may not get a thanks otherwise. Work is busier today than I that it would be so I don't know how much flist reading I'll be able to do. If there's anything in particular (*cough*likeficorgraphics*cough*) that you'd like me to see, drop a link in the comments. =)

Speaking of link dropping, a few of you asked for the link to my wishlist for Xmas/Winter holiday pressies and such. I've got one with Amazon and Knitpicks but I need to make sure they're both current and not listing anything I already own. So once I do that I'll post the both of them.

In the meanwhile it is my birthday so I have no qualms about shamelessly begging for this:

I need Angel things! Icons, mood sets, icons, icons, and did I mention icons? notstakedyet is hurting for the pretty (*cough* and if nothing else could use higher-quality versions of some of the screencaps I had to use for some of the icons currently there). So whatever you can hook me up with I shall be happy to paw through and see if I can make use out of. Anything, everything, just has to be Angel (or David looking close enough to Angel for government work)

Oh - and the hotter, sexier, and holy mother of guh type ones are definitely welcome. Not that I'm engaging in an icon war with somebody. Oh no. that would be wrong. (But if I was I'd ask for those icons to be emailed to thebratqueen at livejournal dot com so that said somebody wouldn't see them until I uploaded them.) (Not that I am.) (Ahem.)

*squishes everybody*

*bounces off*

I don't want to go into work. On Friday my boss was in full-on idiot mode wherein he was not only micromanaging but being annoying on top of it (case in point: snatching stuff I had just printed off of the printer, then chewing me out because the stuff wasn't sorted yet. Yes, because you just took it off the printer, asshole.) The real problem with him is that whenever there's something else bugging him in his life, he takes it out with compulsive behavior in the office.

Case in point: last week he also spent every free second he had cleaning out our storage room and putting everything into new shelves he built in the lab. Which means now we have an empty storage room. And there's nothing wrong with that per se, but neither was there anything wrong with using a storage room for, you know, storage. But for him when he gets anxious he wants to have things "done" and to him clean surfaces = done. Doesn't matter if the surface didn't need to be cleaned (witness the times he's thrown out things that I use every day, and the fact that the storage room was neat and organized already) he'll clear it out anyway. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the next step is him picking some other room to clean by moving the stuff there into the now empty storage room, then cleaning another room by moving it into the second, and so on and so forth until weeks have passed and everything's back where it started in the first place.

And my own compulsive fix-it personality is such that I have a hard time not grabbing him by the shoulders and going Dude, your coping mechanisms suck. Get some therapy and stop taking it out on everybody around you. Except you can't do that with your boss so here's me gritting my teeth.

Anyway, point of all this being that I'm not whistling a happy tune about going in to work today. Granted he does have the memory of a gold fish so it's just as likely he's forgotten whatever it was that crawled up his ass last week as it is that he'll be on my case as soon as I walk in the door. But Mondays are stressful enough with the stacks of mail and the phone ringing off the hook and everything, so I'm not liking the thought of stress on top of that.

So phooey.

In more pleasant news, obsessedmuch wrote a companion piece to my RPS story Split. It's called Spare and it does rock muchly. It's under flock but Lar says she'll friend anybody who wants to read it.

It's always strange when I'm in the headspace of wanting to write but not yet having that click that tells me it's the right time to actually put full stories onto the page. I did just finish a huge project, though, so I suspect I'm currently still in my writing refactory period. I need to sit and cuddle with my words, then resume the foreplay.

Still, the mind keeps going. So I present to you random fic things that are floating in my head right now, which may or may not ever make it to future fic. (In the case of pieces for current WIPs, it's not that the WIPs won't get new additions, it's that I can never swear what random thoughts will make it to the final editing phase.)

A selection:

( Protocol )

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( Angelusverse )

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( That Would Be Wrong - aka dirty, dirty RPS )

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There. That's better. Now I can go shower and exercise, albeit not in that order.

La la la ( Nothing to see here, move along, no David/Alexis to be found here, RPS is evil, nasty, dirty, and WRONG so there's nothing here for you to click on. Right? Right. )

Proof that nothing sparks the compelling urge to be productive on just about anything other than what you're supposed to be productive on comes tonight, in which I really need to be working on a story for a certain thing which has a deadline of this Monday, so naturally what's at the forefront of my mind is a short story.

That's RPS.

Head -> Desk.

Those who like my writing may enjoy my thank you to Zort.

Bowie Knife del Brain and BowieKnife of the Brain are now LJ interests.

Kita doesn't hit refresh often enough.

Zort is adorable when she's spamming.

And I wouldn't mind Luna stealing my seat when I get up to check email if not for the fact that she actually stuck her tongue out at me when I asked her if she would jump in my grave that quickly.

The only way this exchange could make me happier is if it happened in real life. Seriously. I'd pay money.

And because I am that narcicisstic: who do you think I'm playing over there? A few people have ventured guesses, I'm curious to hear others. To help I'll say that there's at least one post I did on the main page and there's several inside of comments. And no, I am not playing myself, startling though the resemblance is ;)