It's a while since I've used my 'breastfeeding' tag! ( On the other hand, I'll stick it all behind a cut in case you're not interested )

My underwear drawer has been looking kind of sad, by which I mean the elasticity has gone out of most of the elastic and the cotton is ridden with enough holes one might think moths had moved in. This is what happens when over the course of five or more years, you buy maybe three new pair of smallpants: your underthings dishevel beyond punk until they lose basic functionality.

Therefore, Ciro and I stormed Victoria Secret and bought a raft of frilly things at remarkable sale prices. Some of them have bows, embroidered fish, and sequins. It's patriotic.

However, I can't try any of them on for about a week, thanks to certain hormonal timings. We are reduced to arranging the panties on the floor and imagining.

Dali & Disney collaboration see it before it gets yanked by lawyers!

*rolls around*

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Seen, somewhere near the Wheaton Mall, on the way back from helping sanj pick out her awesome new mauve glasses: a license-plate frame advertising "Indoor Skydiving," with no indication of whether it was a joke, or a real activity.

And I was about to say, If it's real, I bet Chaz Villette does it. And then I realized the logical flaw in that statement.

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Tomorrow: Lasair goes on a well-deserved holiday to the Baltics
Saturday: Lasair returns to frolic on the beach and do various energetic things before
Monday week: Lasair goes into hospital for shoulder surgery
Wednesday week: Lasair emerges from hospital with a cast on her shoulder, wondering how the hell she's going to get dressed over the next month. Deeply unfortunate that I'm living alone this summer.

So, in all likelihood I won't have internet access until Wednesday 16th (except for Sunday 12th). Text if you need me for something. edenfalling, apologies if you were gearing up to send me a chapter of Secrets to beta: the good news is that for the second half of July I'll be heavily restricted in my activities and can beta anything thrown at me. Apparently I'll still be able to type.

Flist, don't worry about me. I'm really happy that they've finally agreed to operate on my shoulder - I've been semi-disabled for so long, constantly afraid that my shoulder will dislocate. Soon it'll all be over! Plus, general anaesthesia is super-cool. It's like time-travel. 10, 9, 8, 7, hey I'm in a different room and the clock says it's hours into the future. Wow.

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So, last weekend Ari and I drove over to Seattle for Pride. This entry is not about Pride, however. This entry is about cars.

Specifically, the fact that our car's engine blew up half way there. In the middle of nowhere. Well, between Vantage and Ellensburg, but if you know the drive that is in the middle of nowhere.

So, pulled to the side of the road. Got a tow to Ellensburg. Engine dead-dead. Needs replacing. To the tune of $3,500. JOY.

After much cussing, the decision is made that we will continue on to Seattle. Fortunately for us, there is a rental company with a guy who is willing to come in at 7 on a Friday evening to get us a car.

The next day is the Dyke March. On the way back from it we're stopped at a cross walk letting a pedestrian cross. Guy comes up behind us going 35... doesn't see us. Slams right into us. Car go skidding across the intersection. Seats break.

We both get out, but Ari's having back pains and that earns us a ride in an ambulance to the ER. Eventually it is determined she just has a sprained back. We call around and find someone willing to take us from the hospital to the hotel.

After a fitful night's sleep we (by which I mean Ari) started making phone calls at 7:30 in the morning. After much running about we basically learn that there is no one in the entire Seattle area that can rent us a car on Sunday. So we take the bus down to pride, hang out down town for a bit, and come back to the hotel to stay for an extra night.

Eventually the next day we got a car (at first they claimed the ONLY vehicle in the greater Seattle area was a Cargo van. Then a pick up truck) and made it back home.

Somewhere along there we also get a call from the credit card company... someone got a hold of one of our cards and had been charging up a storm on it. Just what we needed.

So now home, sore as fuck, and with a mountain of paperwork to deal with. And a hell of a cash flow issue while we wait for this whole thing to settle.

Like a true patriot I slept in to celebrate Canada Day. XD I was very amused when I finally got up and C. scolded me for being a 'bad blanket'.

Catchy tune gacked from rufftoon





Classic Canadian:




Which I was asked to write fanfiction about.
(NOTHING IS SACRED!)

There are so many examples of Canadian animation but here is one that I used to love seeing on TV:





And, of course, The Cat Came Back:





When I was a wee thing we often only had CBC and PBS and a French channel for television and these cartoons were MY LIFE! Practically the only animation we got.

And, finally, this little animation is one I grew up with and every time I saw it I was struck by how EVERY BODY is human and we are all connected and on some level the same. It's a powerful little piece from 1978.






The National Film Board of Canada == Awesome!

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So. Remember that Doctor Who fic of doooooooooooooom that I've been working on through repeated jossings for something like two years now?

Yeah. It looks like I will be posting it in the not-all-that-distant future. (If Torchweek doesn't joss me some more, that is; I'm hoping it won't mess up anything set before "Children of Earth," but you never know.) And it's going to be long. Longer than anything else I've ever posted. Like, between 80,000 and 100,000 words.

I've never posted anything that long before, and I'm not really sure how I should go about it. It'll definitely all be going onto The Archive Of Our Own-- that's a certainty. But I'm not sure whether it's worth it to also post to DW/crosspost to LJ.

So, people who might read a long New Who/Old Who/Torchwood/Sarah Jane Adventures reunionpalooza of a fic-- tell me how you'd prefer to read it!

[ROMIE and CIRO polish some SILVER using TOOTHPASTE. It is VERY EFFECTIVE. Then they brush their TEETH.]

R: If I were a Jedi, I would be the Emperor.

C: The Emperor is not a Jedi. He's a Sith. There's no such thing as Jedi.

R: Yes and that is a difference. I would win.

C: Mmmm.

R: Only no, I wouldn't, even in my giant throne room, surrounded by my red guys. I could build my own planet and people would still show up to be mean to me.

Deep Discount has the entire A&E catalog at 60% off this week.

Books read:

A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon
Dr Dolittle's Post Office - Hugh Lofting
Lois on the Loose - Lois Pryce
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
Wilderness - Roddy Doyle

Plays seen:
none

Gigs attended:
none

Films seen at the cinema:
none

Can this really be right? I should be making amends in July on the theatre and movie fronts, anyway.

( A Spot of Book )

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I'm very excited to say that the lovely people at BITTEN BY BOOKS are graciously hosting a new contest and release party for me ... click here or the image below to read the blog and enter the contest!





P.S. - Yep, finished with the next Outcast Season book, UNKNOWN ... and I don't yet have a release date yet, sorry. Probably February 2010, I'm guessing.