2009-03-29

blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
2009-03-29 01:00 am

V brief update

Spending a lot of time at the moment working with a couple of my writers' groups, with the result that I am enormously behind on everything, especially comments. But I am internalising the need for more semicolons in my work and gently disabusing others of the idea that it is genteel to leave one's little finger up in the air when drinking tea. This coming week will see a fiendish bid to get up to date with comments, and, you will be shocked, a resumption of fic posting! Since there are no fewer than 4 partially-written birthday fics on my hard drive, not to mention Fathers, dodgy mpreg and Fragile to finish, I foresee an autumn and winter of much writing, if only the cool weather would come and stay!

I had a lovely day today with a friend who is over from England, her husband and her two small children. The kids were gorgeous, but I began the day with a faux pas, as I forgot I had met her husband, indeed, he was at the same university I started my first degree at. Happily, I think he failed to hear my 'Lovely to meet you!' or else ascribed it to the mild aphasia I sometimes have in speech (never allow a taxi to scramble your brains unless you like saying petticoat every time you mean apron ...)

Spent a little too long in the sun and have a pink nose and melty brain to show for it, but I was a responsible adult for the little ones at the play equipment, which was jolly good fun! Except for the bit where the toddler wanted to hang off the high bar and I could barely hold him up high enough for him to reach it (obviously I kept holding on while he was hanging). His older sister was very sympathetic when I pointed out they actually needed a taller adult and consoled me with the thought that at least I didn't look weird in the playground. She has a good head on her shoulders that girl!

Missed a party tonight due to being knackered, but worse things happen at sea! And now, off to finally catch up with some of the goodness at [livejournal.com profile] hp10k_showcase ! Then aloe on the nose and bed.

OH! and for you in Europe and the Americas, don't forget Earth Hour at 8.30 tonight. Have some candles and a romantic dinner ready, or else use a little bit of power and listen to some music or a radio play for an hour. Or, perhaps best of all, if your city is wholly dimmed, pop outside to watch the skies and see them in rare splendour!

blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
2009-03-29 01:00 am

V brief update

Spending a lot of time at the moment working with a couple of my writers' groups, with the result that I am enormously behind on everything, especially comments. But I am internalising the need for more semicolons in my work and gently disabusing others of the idea that it is genteel to leave one's little finger up in the air when drinking tea. This coming week will see a fiendish bid to get up to date with comments, and, you will be shocked, a resumption of fic posting! Since there are no fewer than 4 partially-written birthday fics on my hard drive, not to mention Fathers, dodgy mpreg and Fragile to finish, I foresee an autumn and winter of much writing, if only the cool weather would come and stay!

I had a lovely day today with a friend who is over from England, her husband and her two small children. The kids were gorgeous, but I began the day with a faux pas, as I forgot I had met her husband, indeed, he was at the same university I started my first degree at. Happily, I think he failed to hear my 'Lovely to meet you!' or else ascribed it to the mild aphasia I sometimes have in speech (never allow a taxi to scramble your brains unless you like saying petticoat every time you mean apron ...)

Spent a little too long in the sun and have a pink nose and melty brain to show for it, but I was a responsible adult for the little ones at the play equipment, which was jolly good fun! Except for the bit where the toddler wanted to hang off the high bar and I could barely hold him up high enough for him to reach it (obviously I kept holding on while he was hanging). His older sister was very sympathetic when I pointed out they actually needed a taller adult and consoled me with the thought that at least I didn't look weird in the playground. She has a good head on her shoulders that girl!

Missed a party tonight due to being knackered, but worse things happen at sea! And now, off to finally catch up with some of the goodness at [livejournal.com profile] hp10k_showcase ! Then aloe on the nose and bed.

OH! and for you in Europe and the Americas, don't forget Earth Hour at 8.30 tonight. Have some candles and a romantic dinner ready, or else use a little bit of power and listen to some music or a radio play for an hour. Or, perhaps best of all, if your city is wholly dimmed, pop outside to watch the skies and see them in rare splendour!

blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
2009-03-29 05:50 pm

At LAST!

Ah Jenson, I have mocked your facial hair and shaken my head in despair at the old ITV We Love Button Fest, but by crikey you deserved that win. And Rubens! And ROSS! Ross, you were emotional! For at least two seconds! If Ferrari must be poo, I'm happy Brawn aren't.

And for those who have no idea what I am on about, it's F1. Jenson Button was a Honda driver who was told in the off season that Honda would not be fielding a team this year and so he was now unemployed. Rubens Barichello had been 'let go' from his old drive, and Ross Brawn was Honda's head of technical development, who was also out of a job.

Brawn said 'fuck it', sank a load of his money and all his time into buying out the team and keeping it alive, and bringing Rubens in as the second driver. Virgin came on board as the major sponsor this weekend, so Ross will not be bankrupt, Jenson just won the first race of the season, and Rubens came second. Ross actually teared up.

Basically, it's Seabiscuit for Grand Prix. Even the third-place getter was thrilled for them!

blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
2009-03-29 05:50 pm

At LAST!

Ah Jenson, I have mocked your facial hair and shaken my head in despair at the old ITV We Love Button Fest, but by crikey you deserved that win. And Rubens! And ROSS! Ross, you were emotional! For at least two seconds! If Ferrari must be poo, I'm happy Brawn aren't.

And for those who have no idea what I am on about, it's F1. Jenson Button was a Honda driver who was told in the off season that Honda would not be fielding a team this year and so he was now unemployed. Rubens Barichello had been 'let go' from his old drive, and Ross Brawn was Honda's head of technical development, who was also out of a job.

Brawn said 'fuck it', sank a load of his money and all his time into buying out the team and keeping it alive, and bringing Rubens in as the second driver. Virgin came on board as the major sponsor this weekend, so Ross will not be bankrupt, Jenson just won the first race of the season, and Rubens came second. Ross actually teared up.

Basically, it's Seabiscuit for Grand Prix. Even the third-place getter was thrilled for them!