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Okay, distracting Liam Neeson is distracting. You bastard.

It's the weekend for wildlife, it seems. Ran into a garter snake yesterday that spazzed when I stepped closer to pick it up and get it out of the walkway, so I just waited till it scrabbled into the underbrush. After that the boy caught what might have been a brown recluse up above the door, I'm not sure what else it could have been, which is only to say it was the only spider the right shade of brown and lack of fur that I could think of. This morning, I saw what I thought was a dead cricket on the kitchen floor. Turned out, when I went to scoop it up and throw it away, that it was a live cricket. About the size of an SD chip.

Sigh. And oogh. And sigh. Although not much sigh, there was some exercise this morning. I need to not be distracted by the internet, which is hard when I'm on this very thorough A-Team kick. Both the old show and the new movie, although the new movie has Liam Neeson Irishing a little too much. Not a thick accent but the way he pronounces some of his vowels and his cadences are a little not Hannibal enough.

Okay. Packing up and heading out. I'm slowly getting back on the wagon as far as writing goes, getting back to my projects, feeling way better now that two major projects are done. Thinking about making a habit of editing while at work and writing in the evenings, but we'll see how that goes. And this afternoon, I get some new damn sneakers.

[Fic] Elemental

Title: Elemental
Fandom: Human Target
Characters: Katherine Walters, Christopher Chance
Word Count: 2,078
Rating: PG
Summary: Katherine and Christopher Chance: Their relationship in a four-element theme. Introspective.



For a day that felt like it was going to storm, the water was awfully calm. The wind was cold, but she was bundled up enough that it only bit at her cheeks and knuckles, and the tips of her ears. Katherine sat on the edge of the boat after her friend had gone, running the tips of her fingers through the lapping waves at the edge and remembering the pressure of his lips on hers.

It was easier than remembering how her life had been turned upside down and inside out, how he'd come into her life and handed her a gun and not blinked when she pointed it at him after telling her he'd come there to kill her.

"This is crazy," she mumbled to herself, for the third time in the last twelve hours or so. "This is completely insane."

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Starting off slowly. Again. As much to get back into the mindset where I can do languages in routine as to get back into the mindset where I can do Japanese. Oi.

On the plus side, I got a fairly sizable chunk of Barton Hall organized and plotted out, and some editing done on Long Road. Not as much as maybe I should have, but it's a Monday, and those are always a little weirdly busy at work.

Watching The A-Team some more as soon as I get home. Oh my god do I want this series. I want it for Christmas. True to my goal, I'm putting aside any money I really want to spend on frivolities on Dragon*Con if it looks like I'm really going to spend it, so probably the money for the DVDs will go there too, but damn. I want. So much. Grabby hands. I love it, both the movie, which wasn't nearly as cringe-y as I feared it would be, and the TV-show. Want so much.

Yeah, tomorrow looks like a much slower UPS day, so hopefully it'll be a slower day all around and I'll get some more editing done. Right now, dashing off to go shoe shopping till my soles are more hole than sole. And sheet shopping, so we don't keep peeling the fitted sheet off the bed every time we so much as twitch. Seriously, that's just ridiculous.

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Oogh. Well, shoes and sheets were achieved. Dinner was also achieved by dint of a jar of Madras sauce and some chicken. It was very tasty, but given that I have a spice store right across the street I think I'd rather try making my own. The trick is, I need to find a Madras spice mix so I can find the spices and proportions.

Still on a massive A-Team kick. I think this means I need an icon of some kind, and probably one for Knight Rider, too, considering that's also a big heaping pile of fun warm nostalgia for me. I've got two fics at least that I've kind of planned and really want to write, sadly, most of the fic planned so far is porn. Because in the movie it's Liam Neeson. And Liam Neeson is sex on a stick. A very tall, broad stick. But then, I also kind of want to write classic A-Team fic, and I'm not sure what that'll be yet. Possibly hijinks with Murdock and Face. They're always good for hijinks.

Oof. Right, I've got my bento packed, my food and dessert eaten, my German done... day one of getting back into routines is going pretty well. Writing is being irritating, but then again it was busy today, so I feel somewhat less bad about that. Um. Yeah, I got very little else of substance. Except, shoe shopping? I have tiny feet. Really, really tiny feet. The shoes they had were sort of like hiking sneakers, they were comfortable, and my size was the absolute smallest size they had. Yeah.

Oh. Someone remind me to bring my yarn in to work tomorrow so I can dye it.