Worst patient in the world
Aug. 13th, 2011 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonDay five of having minimal voice -- people keep whispering TO me now, including the local shopkeepers. Which is doubly ridiculous, because I have earsful of snot, while they have perfectly good voices. (Sorry about the visual there.)[Poll #1769336]
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fire_juggler is running the Harry Potter Winter Podfic Fest. What are they looking for? This:
Fic Requirements (there aren't very many): It must be either winter holiday-themed (pick a winter holiday, any winter holiday) or winter-themed (meaning it needs to feature the things we associate with winter, stuff like skiing, or drinking mulled wine, or walking in the snow). Other than that, anything goes. Any length, any genre, any pairing or gen.
BRILLIANT!
I am sure there was something else, but I am sick, and forget.
Mr B threw out all the dairy on bin night, despite some of it being fine. Which meant that we had to go for a walk at 1 this morning so I could have cocoa. I coughed feebly as we made it to the top of the hill that separates Erko from Newtown. 'If we'd been going to the gym for two more months before you gave me this plague,' I said to Mr B, 'then I would look as Pre-Raphaelite as I sound.'
'You? You're the anti-Pre-Raphaelite!' he declared. 'Even when you used to dress like a Victorian, you were all athletic and full of energy. They didn't have jock Pre-Raphaelites! There was no captain of the Pre-Raphaelite hockey team!'
In memory of Lizzie Siddal, I kicked him in the ankle.
In other fandom news, the fabbo
fire_juggler is running the Harry Potter Winter Podfic Fest. What are they looking for? This:Fic Requirements (there aren't very many): It must be either winter holiday-themed (pick a winter holiday, any winter holiday) or winter-themed (meaning it needs to feature the things we associate with winter, stuff like skiing, or drinking mulled wine, or walking in the snow). Other than that, anything goes. Any length, any genre, any pairing or gen.
BRILLIANT!
I am sure there was something else, but I am sick, and forget.
Mr B threw out all the dairy on bin night, despite some of it being fine. Which meant that we had to go for a walk at 1 this morning so I could have cocoa. I coughed feebly as we made it to the top of the hill that separates Erko from Newtown. 'If we'd been going to the gym for two more months before you gave me this plague,' I said to Mr B, 'then I would look as Pre-Raphaelite as I sound.'
'You? You're the anti-Pre-Raphaelite!' he declared. 'Even when you used to dress like a Victorian, you were all athletic and full of energy. They didn't have jock Pre-Raphaelites! There was no captain of the Pre-Raphaelite hockey team!'
In memory of Lizzie Siddal, I kicked him in the ankle.
