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I am a scintillating lj-poster. No, rly.
Okay, so I realize I haven't posted anything fandom related in, oh, *ages*, but I'll remedy that soon, I swear. Teal'c's story has been percolating in my head, and I think I have an *outline* of the full length story, including some character points for each of the main interactions.
Gods, it's scary to be intentionally working on a story that ambitious.
Anyway. I just about have the soundtrack ready. It's heavy on electronica, for reasons I really don't understand.
In other news, I've been enjoying the Atlantic's Introvert essays (first one, the interview and the followup, I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agentotter first posted these? Or cofax7?) and begged off socializing last night because I just *needed* to be alone.
As a result, I scrubbed the *shit* out of the bathroom. We're talking, SCRUBBED. I was bothered by the smell of mold in my new bathroom (once the paint smell faded) and discovered a bad patch behind the toilet reservoir. Some comet gel stuff, a sponge and expendable clothes later (I need a manicure) my shower ceiling, tile grout and area behind the toilet are mold free. Also the same cleaner did wonders on the old black and white linoleum, which had paint splatters everywhere from a team more interested in speed, I think, and the bathroom now smells... like nothing bad is growing in there. It smells like the absence of bathroom. The absence of smell.
My arms hurt like hell. Wow. All for such a little bathroom.
Well, I also polished Nana's silver too, but for chemist's versions of polish that include rubbing the metal down after submerging it in warm baking soda water.
I think I ate something. I know I got a bit of knitting done.
And I took lots of photos of my little flat for my Mom to see.
Which leads me to my next point. I offer (in the absence of scintillating fandom conversation) to show you anything you want to see of my life and times. My most useful tool at work? My belly button? My kitchen shelves? My favorite art I brought back from around the world (it's from Africa)? My current rental car since mine got hit by an undergraduate and is in for repairs? The weather outside (is not frightful)? Shout! I'll show you whatever*!
Photos on request, all this week on the Minxy Channel.
*within reason, obviously. But just try to stump me, I dare you.
Gods, it's scary to be intentionally working on a story that ambitious.
Anyway. I just about have the soundtrack ready. It's heavy on electronica, for reasons I really don't understand.
In other news, I've been enjoying the Atlantic's Introvert essays (first one, the interview and the followup, I think
agentotter first posted these? Or cofax7?) and begged off socializing last night because I just *needed* to be alone.As a result, I scrubbed the *shit* out of the bathroom. We're talking, SCRUBBED. I was bothered by the smell of mold in my new bathroom (once the paint smell faded) and discovered a bad patch behind the toilet reservoir. Some comet gel stuff, a sponge and expendable clothes later (I need a manicure) my shower ceiling, tile grout and area behind the toilet are mold free. Also the same cleaner did wonders on the old black and white linoleum, which had paint splatters everywhere from a team more interested in speed, I think, and the bathroom now smells... like nothing bad is growing in there. It smells like the absence of bathroom. The absence of smell.
My arms hurt like hell. Wow. All for such a little bathroom.
Well, I also polished Nana's silver too, but for chemist's versions of polish that include rubbing the metal down after submerging it in warm baking soda water.
I think I ate something. I know I got a bit of knitting done.
And I took lots of photos of my little flat for my Mom to see.
Which leads me to my next point. I offer (in the absence of scintillating fandom conversation) to show you anything you want to see of my life and times. My most useful tool at work? My belly button? My kitchen shelves? My favorite art I brought back from around the world (it's from Africa)? My current rental car since mine got hit by an undergraduate and is in for repairs? The weather outside (is not frightful)? Shout! I'll show you whatever*!
Photos on request, all this week on the Minxy Channel.
*within reason, obviously. But just try to stump me, I dare you.
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Also, there are no windows in my lab at work, and I'm bitter about that. I'd take a photo out the nearest doorway, but it's actually raining here today.
So, boats it is! These aren't new photos, due to aforementioned weather (not many pleasure boats out on the water today), but I hope to make up for it with diversity of boat type.
1. Thai boat (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28727823@N02/3256591768/) going up the river to the Golden Triangle, where Myanmar, Thailand and Laos meet.
2. A faluka boat, (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28727823@N02/3255761337/) on the Nile river, ours was captained by a Nubian man (of Ethiopian descent). While we were out in a faluka on the Nile, a boy in a box (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28727823@N02/3255761137/?rotated=1&cb=1233866440064) paddled up using a plank as a paddle, and sang for tips from the tourists.
3. A dragonboat (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28727823@N02/3256591160/) (Chinese barge. We raced them in short sprints, as their maneuverability is pants.)
4. My current favorite boat: an outrigger canoe. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28727823@N02/3256624310/) This is a Hawaiian boat meant for ocean and distance. I love it. I mean, *love*, paddling these races. (Behind my seat there is a spare paddle handle sticking up, but you don't want to use a crap plastic paddle, the wood are better. You can see a glimpse of the outrigger brace, called an i'aku, I think that's the spelling. Anyway, it's heading to port on the boat, along with one other brace, to strap to a bouy that runs half the length of the six-seat boat.)
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