A Can of Worms

...idly browsing Oglaf and coming upon this little seasonal gem http://oglaf.com/solstice/
Now, that's a solstice celebration I approve of.

You know, fandom owning the servers never stops being awesome.

If you could, could you please send a good thought or similar towards my older dog today? We're going to really need it.

EDIT: See http://calime.dreamwidth.org/106588.html for details, and thank you all - it helped a lot!

a)I love them all soo damn much.
b)I have this weird hankering for Amanda/Joe stories, of a mischief-shared-good-buddy kind, possibly with a bit of friendly sex included as a cherry on top:).
c)I still have and probably always will have a massive crush on Amanda. And possibly a teensy-tiny one on Liz Gracen.
...this brought to you by exhaustion after a blue Monday and an endless coming-not-coming-down with something, and a glass of red wine.
Also, I always sporfle at the funny tagline our local channel advertises the Highlander reruns with - translated, it goes roughly like this: "Duncan is the only guy in the world who will see the Bold and the Beautiful from the start to the finish!".
ETA: Amanda and Duncan are also very very nice together.

Well, now that the author reveal is done, here's my contribution to the Highlander Holiday ShortCuts exchange.

Title: Past and Present, Hand in Hand
Author: Someone probably totally obvious
Written for: jinxed_wood
Characters/Pairings: Methos front and centre, Amanda, Duncan, Rebecca, hints of the Horsemen, OC; implied Amanda/Methos/Rebecca, Duncan & Methos & Amanda friendship
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2 784
Author's notes: A big thank you to baronjanus and ceruleancat for the invaluable beta work, everything that is still wrong is my fault. Written for the recipient's prompt "Holding Hands".
Summary: Methos is trippin' - or tripping down the memory lane.

Link to the original post at hlh_shortcuts
Read it at Archive of Our Own
Reat it at Highlander Fiction Archive

And as I never got around to reposting my last year's story, I'll just add it here, too.

Title: A Rewalian Winter or The Devil's Disciple
Author: That Dog Who Pulls the Grinch's sleigh
Written for:unovis
Characters/Pairings: Amanda/OFC
Rating:PG-13
Word count:appr. 5800
Warnings:Um, references to obscure-ish chapters of history and an OFC?
Author's Notes: Thank you dresta11 and dorothy1901 for beta, all that sucketh still is a blame to be laid at my door. Thank you, amand_r for running this challenge, and for the patience you had for my lateness, and for making me write after a long dry spell. And thank you unovis for all your stories that have given me countless hours of enjoyment, I know I'm a sucky feedbacker, but I do adore and appreciate them. A lot. And last but not least - thank you, the Highlander fandom, for, you know, being out there, still going, still immortal.
Summary: Amanda finds a - perhaps not really conventional - student.
Link to the original post at hlh_shortcuts
Read it at Archive of Our Own
Reat it at Highlander Fiction Archive

HL holiday shortcuts fic off to beta, wheeee! Am resolutely not tinkering or looking at it and wondering whether it is any good at all, because that way lies madness. Well, at least not until I get it back:)

( Some RL ramblings and a snowstorm under the cut )

And now, I'll go and have some more alcohol-free glögg.

Not that it would be visibly much different from the recent (and not-so-recent) state of affairs, but I'll continue to limit my online presence mostly to sporadic lurking for a while yet. Nominally, I am on my vacation, but in reality, I'm trying to tackle my long-dormant PhD - seeing as how I can nau haz an actual supervisor, and be a part of a research team, with, you know, actual theme and financing and data and stuff. So, as I'm awfully good at procrastinating anyway, I'm trying to limit aforementioned procrastination and be vevvy vevvy quiet. Not hunting wabbits, though, but a) writing an article and b)giving a presentation on a conference next week (eep! I've been teaching and giving lectures for years, but a 15 minute presentation on a conference is still a first and faintly scary prospect). So, um, if you'd want to wish me luck or something, I'd be glad (it might lessen the panic, perhaps?). Wishing y'all good times and fun and hoping to surface come September.
( In the spirit of procrastination, a meme - it, um, seemes to fit the theme - and now, I jump back into the universe comprised of bovine respiratory disease and acute phase proteins:). )

...as evidenced by sun gleaming through rampant greenery outside, bloodthirsty mosquitoes (I sing gleeful odes to the netting on the windows) and mysterious, omnious banging sounding from above the ceiling (that's actually the first-floor neighbour with his son-in-law, cleaning the chimneys, bless 'em).
I'm having a very late, very mellow Sunday morning (well, half past noon, but I just got up, Ok?) coffee and resolutely relaxing. Next few weeks are going to be hell in several ways (mostly, in ways of lots of work, not enough time, and frantically hoping to get paid in time, or at least close enough), but today is for coffee, sleep and dawdling around on the internets. Maybe I'll even get around to posting some pointless cat pics. Because cats are always good, right?

...because I looked at THIS and thought. "Well, that is about half of the SGA stories out there..." Well, and some other fandoms, too. It is probably also one of my favourite narrative kinks:)