Still to come: spn_halloween fic #2 (muse? Helloooo) and a 60-minute session in which to write an Urban Legend challenge fic for my favorite challenge comm. ;)
My birthday last week was low-key, but wonderful. My online friends were a HUGE part of the celebration, and thanks to all of you! (except for those of you that forgot, in which case, *thwappity*). My major RL gift was a new bike, to replace the one that's about 19 years old that I have kind of killed.
I recounted my store visit on Maygra's journal:
Me: "These brakes! They're all loose and mushy. They need tightening."
Salesman: "Oh, you don't like that? That's actually how you shift the gears."
Me: *looks down at lower stem where gears have lived since the dawn of forever. Ponders nearest tarpit for dinosaur self...*
*cough* Yeah. That bad.
So in trying it out, I've gotten mostly used to the fit and the muscles have transitioned over. Much quieter (gears especially) than the other bike. Some transition pains:
Maybe I do too much of my riding in auto-pilot mode.
This time of year... so beautiful weatherwise, and they keep the bike-path clear of leaves. But the squirrel-induced heart-attack problem comes back in full force in the Fall. In Spring, it's mating season. *cringe* In the fall, it's clueless baby squirrels running under the bike, or just distracted squirrels with giant nuts in their mouths. In any case, I'm working the adrenal glands overtime out on the bike-path.
Signups for the next round of pbfic_exchange2 are going on through Halloween. We have 10+ authors already, and some new folks too! I'm hoping some Michael/Sara types or other Gen authors will join for more balance-- we're heavy on the Michael/Lincoln side again. Tell a friend, pimp to the world!
Oh, and... back in love with Prison Break now that the evil of the prior episode has settled out. Stupid baseball hiatus.
More spammage tomorrow, perhaps.
In office news, my work PC is so overloaded with Microsoft patches and such that it barely runs any applications. Right now, I can choose between running my traffic-generator-test-machine, or Microsoft Outlook. Pathetic.