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Mar. 25th, 2007 06:31 pm( I do like the result, though I humbly concede that it's maybe a bit too complimentary. But, what a nice role model to have! )
In other news, I have managed to clean the flat (it never ceases to amaze me what copious amounts of hair cats are able to shed, and still not be bald) and taking advantage of the warm, sunny spring day, to air Eddie, the car (that was standing unused in the yard for the whole winter and managed to scare me crazy 'cause some mold had grown on the seats - I had horrible visons of replacing the seats - fortunately, it was mostly a scare - it was very little mold and will likely be destroyed with easier means). And yes, I name my cars. Stop looking at me like that. My freezer has a name too.
So, I have a clean living space, a lighter heart regarding car repairs, an aching back and an overall exhaustion. Am decidedly not doing anything work-related tonight, but will laze around and watch something. *looks speculatively at the stack of dvd-s on the shelf*. QAF US is finished and I can wholly turn to the better half of that fandom, meaning fanfiction,with clear conciense. Have watched the latest NCIS ep (average) and two last Supernatural ones (awwwww! sniffles) - I 'm not even sure which one I liked best, "Road Kill" or "Heart", they both made for thinky and sniffly and, well, squee-y.
Also, need to put up the new![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
highlander100 challenge, which is already late (bad Cali. sorry).
Also, if everything else fails, one's parents can always be counted upon to deliver the perfect wtf? moment. Mother called yesterday and in one of her unique non-sequiturs in midst of the conversation claimed with all seriousness that I should write a novel. When I had managed to stop my eyes rolling around in the sockets I tried logic and asked what in the world could make her think I'd be qualified or able to do something like that. Apparently she had rediscovered some papers from when I was around 3-4 years old - I had a silly habit at the time to draw something that was supposed to be a picture, but rather looked like a pictogram, and then write a long story to accompany the picture, only, well, as I'd just recently learned to write, I could never later decipher the writing...which as I remember vexed me to no end. (I mean, books were in such nice clear letters and I could not make those. I think I gave up after a while and stuck to books and stories in my own head - much easier and less paper needed.) At that point I gave up, because I was not sure I really wanted to know what had led her to leap from my childhood pastimes to the conclusion that twenty-seven years later the most important goal for a qualified veterinarian should be participating in a novel-writing competition. Sometimes I think that regarding the contribution of nature vs. nuture into the development of my freaky weird self I have falsely attributed too much to the latter. After all, the whole half of my genetic material comes from Mom.
In other news, I have managed to clean the flat (it never ceases to amaze me what copious amounts of hair cats are able to shed, and still not be bald) and taking advantage of the warm, sunny spring day, to air Eddie, the car (that was standing unused in the yard for the whole winter and managed to scare me crazy 'cause some mold had grown on the seats - I had horrible visons of replacing the seats - fortunately, it was mostly a scare - it was very little mold and will likely be destroyed with easier means). And yes, I name my cars. Stop looking at me like that. My freezer has a name too.
So, I have a clean living space, a lighter heart regarding car repairs, an aching back and an overall exhaustion. Am decidedly not doing anything work-related tonight, but will laze around and watch something. *looks speculatively at the stack of dvd-s on the shelf*. QAF US is finished and I can wholly turn to the better half of that fandom, meaning fanfiction,with clear conciense. Have watched the latest NCIS ep (average) and two last Supernatural ones (awwwww! sniffles) - I 'm not even sure which one I liked best, "Road Kill" or "Heart", they both made for thinky and sniffly and, well, squee-y.
Also, need to put up the new
highlander100 challenge, which is already late (bad Cali. sorry). Also, if everything else fails, one's parents can always be counted upon to deliver the perfect wtf? moment. Mother called yesterday and in one of her unique non-sequiturs in midst of the conversation claimed with all seriousness that I should write a novel. When I had managed to stop my eyes rolling around in the sockets I tried logic and asked what in the world could make her think I'd be qualified or able to do something like that. Apparently she had rediscovered some papers from when I was around 3-4 years old - I had a silly habit at the time to draw something that was supposed to be a picture, but rather looked like a pictogram, and then write a long story to accompany the picture, only, well, as I'd just recently learned to write, I could never later decipher the writing...which as I remember vexed me to no end. (I mean, books were in such nice clear letters and I could not make those. I think I gave up after a while and stuck to books and stories in my own head - much easier and less paper needed.) At that point I gave up, because I was not sure I really wanted to know what had led her to leap from my childhood pastimes to the conclusion that twenty-seven years later the most important goal for a qualified veterinarian should be participating in a novel-writing competition. Sometimes I think that regarding the contribution of nature vs. nuture into the development of my freaky weird self I have falsely attributed too much to the latter. After all, the whole half of my genetic material comes from Mom.
