Sitting in my borrowed office and have time to kill. And it seems the more I'm bored, the hungier I'm getting. Am dreaming of a goats cheese and tomato sandwich on rye bread... Roll on 12 o'clock...

LJ has ads now? Sheesh!!

Aso, is Ziva pregnant? Zeva? Ziva? Ace Mossad agent of NCIS fame. (Must get fannish again!)

Bin away a long, long times!

More health woes in my items of scintillating information. Found out I have a nice dose of rosacea, the kind that makes your skin rough. The dermatologist's creams are working a treat, and for the first time in absolute ages, my skin is nice and smooth again. Am helping things along by taking lysine, milk thistle, and olive leaf extract.

Just about the same time I found out what the hell was the matter with my face, I also found out that I had a carcinoma that needed an excision. I swear, the plastic surgeon took half of my arm (upper left outer shoulder). Prime shoulder as they quipped at work. Internal and external stitches meant I couldn't move the arm the first couple of days, and as that's the side I have to sleep on now (as the frozen shoulder is still too stuffed to sleep on), sleeping was pretty hard. Hoo, baby! The upshot will the lovely scar that will be a conversation starter, like...'who glassed your arm?'

And now, as these things come in threes, I have a lovely headcold.

On the good side of the ledger, dad made me chicken soup.
I taught a shop girl the difference between a swede and a turnip.
I'm learning the tarot.
Kala, the deep and lovely, is going to do my tarot reading.
And, there may be some news of great import coming up soon. So, watch this space! Plans are afoot, oh, yes indeedy!

I'm in ur pot, crumpling all ur flowers.

For anyone who missed it, there's been a community created for unabashed lovers of Baltar and Six, which primarily focuses on their often bumpy ride to redemption. The comm is all about rewatching BSG from the Baltar/Six pov, and their interactions with others, and how other characters interact with them, how their story affects others, and how other stories affect them...etc.

We're kicking off with the miniseries which should be watched by/on Wednesday so it's nice and fresh in your mind. We're going to have a synopsis/recap post of the ep, followed by a roundtable discussion post. Promises to be indepth, erudite and fun!

http://community.livejournal.com/bsg_journeyhome/

Was writing out my sister's address as she's based in Jakarta for the next few months, and looked down to check my pen. It's got 'Botox, Botulinum Toxin Type A' stamped on it. I have no idea where this pen came from, but as my house is Central Station for my family, I have some healthy suspicions. And, I must say, the pen writes pretty well which is a resounding endorsement for Botox...or not.

An innocent packet of dark-chocolate-dipped Goji berries caused a major upset yesterday with the fall-out being my parents not talking to each other. However, it all seems to be okay today, and the saucer-full of really delicious morsels that I left in their kitchen have all been eaten (I presume it was them, and not the pixies in the night). God, they are totes delicious. Best $7.95 I ever spent on chocolate.

Got BSG 4.5 yesterday. The unrated version of 'A Disquiet Follows My Soul' was a revelation, and now it finally makes some sense, as it had two Baltar/Six scenes that had been cut which put Doctor Baltar's preaching into despairing and heartbreaking perspective. Frakkin' ruthless editing... *grumbles*

Tomorrow, it is August!

I finished off my kids story and sent it out for comments/beta yesterday. (Thanks again to the guys who put their hands up!) Now, I'm feeling kinda lost and lonely. You see, somewhere amongst the dialogue and action, those rag-tag characters of mine became my friends, and I need to find out what's going to happen next in their lives. And, as they want to know too, they've clubbed together and are compelling me to write the next installment of their adventures. A bossy lot, aren't they?

In the midst of being bossed around by my characters, I managed a small - but very pretty - update of the James Callis blog. http://allthingsjamescallis.blogspot.com/ Why is this man so tastily gorgeous?

I got a phonecall around 8:00pm last night. A rather crisp woman who stated that she was from 'The House With No Steps' and wished to speak to 'David Hamilton'. Now, my mind was still processing 'THWNS' part of the introduction. I'm such a visual girl that I was imagining a house floating off the ground with despondent people milling around it, and what possible good is such a thing anyway? I finally managed a 'Uh, what's that got to do with me?' kind of response, before telling her she'd obviously got the wrong number.

And, this morning, I had a phonecall from my bank. They're automating their nuisance calls it seems. Press any key to continue. So I pressed 'end'. Ha! Take that, bank!

mood: victorious

This fic is for Daniela, whose poking with a sharp stick really gets results!

Gaius Baltar, Doc Cottle and an OC.

( Gaius Baltar. Prison Visits. No. 2Collapse )

Next week they wanna take my work computer and wipe its memory. Like strap it down for electric shock therapy and blast away her synapses. My poor baby being left in the care of the IT Nurse Diesels! It has to be done, as for some probably inane and esoteric reason, software licenses cannot be transferred between departments. Still, my baby has her own character, her own personality. She loves James Callis (just like me), for example, and is an avid collector of art, illustration, and funky design she'd like to try some day. She's quite a fan of Tony Fitzpatrick's tattoo collages, and has a fondness for Homer Simpson and silent movies. And, if she had arms and functioning hands and fingers, she would be an avid crocheter. She'd wear scarves all thru the winter and make blankets for charity. I really think that post-op I'm gonna have to nurse her back to health and remind of who she really is. Poor baby.

In other news, don't change your name and get MoGged across to a new department, as there will be many phone-calls in your future to service desks, IT desks, and to general people who are individually very lovely, but collectively don't have a clue.

I have just worked 12 days straight and am having my first free weekend in an age. My house looks like a bomb has hit it, and I haven't had a chance to reply to my friends as much and as fully as I would have liked. So, please forgive me for that. Now, off to have a shower and contemplate what to tidy-up first. It's a toss up between the dishes and the kitchen floor...