Blustery and blue

I was going to bitch about having to go all the way up to the Finance Office to do installs all day today, but then I had my morning infusion of caffeine. It's bloody cold outside, for all the gorgeous expanse of blue sky, but I have my own little office, a horde of shiny new computers to play with, and no chance of the boss-man hovering over my shoulder at any inoportune moment (like when I'm surfin' for slash) Optimism reasserts itself with a vengeance.

I came prepared, after all - I have the gi-nourmous Stargate zine I got at Escapade (and still haven't finished, ye gods!), a couple of Astro City compilations and my cd player, so I'm set for the times when I've got all the machines locked up doing some install-and-reboot cycle. (Alas, internet, I shall miss thee...)

Mmm... Stargate. Lori and I rented the entire first season. We're a good halfway through, but they're due Wednesday. Eek! I gave in by episode three and started taking notes on the various bunnies that started to nip at my heels.

I have a real bunny! Gordon found one with teeth - plush teeth, but teeth nonetheless. He is fuzzy and adorable with his little pink nose and big sharp pointy teeth. My new mascot.

Three annoying tests without the graphics

Let's see, even though I've lost the links, they're somewhere hidden in my friend's list. You'll have seen them, I'm sure.

When I'm not a Succubus (although I think the first time I took it I was a Gryphon), I'm a Neutral-Good Elven Ranger/Bard/Cleric whose concubine is Legolas. My world's lookin' pretty fine, neh?

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We stopped our Stargate fest in time for Lucy to pop out and see if they need a temp host over at China Harbor, and be back in time for Angel, but just the opening credits portended doom and gloom, so I've opted out. Bring on the sparkly dancing boys! I want my harem, dammit!

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Ali's bugging me.

Like, a lot.

So, new Due South story: Sleeping Beauty.

Also, while I'm fucking around with the site, I might as well link this little plotless wank that steals one of Ewan McGregor's characters (from Brassed Off) and transplants him into an anonymous bar... somewhere It's called Accented. Really, it's just an excuse to get Ewan's pants off from a movie in which he didn't show off his ass.