The little devil on your shoulder

So... A little late, but can I venture that I'm so not a fan of the LJ comment-page redesign?

What's up with that? Is it going to to back? And is that why the mass-exodus to Dreamwidth?

Is it worth porting everything to DW? Thoughts?

All I have to say is, ( (and this isn't spoilery, because it's nothing we didn't know from episode one) )

You could replace the word 'training' in that sentence with 'big gay knights-of-the-round-table orgy' and achieve the same effect, the way he says it, like sex on a stick. ummm, yeah.

( and also )

But HAPPY NEW YEAR! all the same :)

Wow, long time no update.

1) Christmas was good. Family came, minimal drama, only about five emergencies.

2) Made out with: smartwool socks (no kidding, this is my always-a-hit gift), popsicle kit, books, pats cap, and most importantly, help with student loans.

3) Decided I need to go on a diet-- all my non-stretch pants are feeling tight. If I was going to design a new diet fad, I would start with a group of foods I HAD to eat every day, and if I was still hungry, I'd worry about the counting and points and stuff.

4) Things I'm looking forward to in January: White Collar, Being Human, all the cool shows.

4) I dunno what else I have to say.

Dear universe:

I realize I tempted you by admitting that I don't believe in jinxes and following that statement with one about how easy my on-call nights have been recently.

But did you really have to keep me at work until one this morning? With the final emergency of, no wait, get this: A dog with A BROKEN TOENAIL.

Heading off to morning appointments, exhausted,

-Kris

So I had this totally unreal conversation with one of the staff members at the clinic yesterday. Now, I don't make a ton of money, but I make about three times what she does, and she's explaining to me that we need to have a flat tax across the country--one in which I would essentially cover LESS of the national tax bill. I was arguing that I *should* pay more because I've benefited from the system and more of my income is disposable. Really? What is wrong with this picture?

So, I worked all Thursday, napped a little in the evening, and woke up at midnight to drive to Philadelphia for an interview at eight Friday morning.

It was, far and away, the most positive utter rejection a person could receive. Seriously. I interviewed with everyone in the department and managed to feel that the fact I don't have a snowball's chance in hell at getting the position (this year) isn't personal at all. Plus, I came away with a lot of advice to burnish my CV for next year. I don't know why I'm not disheartened, but I'm not.

Going to try to schedule a few more of these before the match. Just because.

~

Anyway, I spent the rest of the weekend hanging out with vet school friends who live in the city, saw the sights, and drove back this afternoon/evening.

So it was a good trip, even if I didn't exactly get the response I was hoping for.

~

Just made myself a hot toddy (er, if that's what you call a cup of chamomile with honey and a shot of whiskey. Mmmmm) and am settling in for a night of rereading favorite fanfic, watching Leverage and Once, and generally enjoying myself.

~

The best thing about having tomorrow off is 1) I can clean the house and write a major todo list and 2) I can stay up late tonight doing whatever I want. That's one of the best feelings in the world.

~

That todo list includes running errands that, net net, are going to bust the budget. Ah well, that's December for you.

It also includes Christmas Cards. See this post, if you want to exchange some!

~

How're you all?

I kinda feel bad when I fail those computer generated "enter the letters you see in this scramble to prove that you're a person" tests...

Promptfic for framlingem who asked for Wash&Zoe, flying
Firefly
Wash/zoe
~550 words

a/n: I forgot how much I love this series. Thanky, darlin!

Autopilot

( The controls are dark, save for the odd blinking green light here and there across the dash. Light-years of distant stars shimmer and flicker outside the double-shielded glass. )

XMFC, disclaimers apply
Promptfic for thistlerose
Alex is quite smart but he missed a lot of school, being in jail and all. He wants Hank to tutor him, but he can't just come out and SAY it because that would not be cool

~575 words

Electron Theory

( Hank clenches his jaw and rubs a hand over his face. It still feels like someone else’s skin, someone else’s hand. )