Pit of Voles and other adventures

Gah. Fanfiction.net you SUCK like a sucky thing! I went to fix one of my older stories, after they stripped out all the scene break markers. Just doing that much made me sick of it. So tedious! I thought I didn't have too many though, since most of my newer things I used their pukey horizontal rule anyway--

Until I remembered all 42 Frakking Chapters of Distorted Reflections. And my Oh-so-carefully-consistent use of -*- for ALL our scene breaks.

FRAK.

Well, that's going to get fixed, some time between "eventually" and "never".

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(uses -*- just out of spite)


BSG Season 4, Episode 5 Promo pics !

( spoilery musing about this ep from photos )

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Some of you have cats. Some dogs. Me? I have...

a mealworm!

Or more properly the larval stage of the Darkling Beetle. But everybody knows them as mealworms.

It's technically the Rugrat's but I care for it, of course. He got it from school as a lesson in biological change and transformation, etc.

I constantly think he's dead. He's not; he's just the laziest mealworm on the face of the Earth. Wiki says they're nocturnal, so that's why he sleeps all day. But he sleeps a lot, and soundly too. I turned him over the other day and it took a full ten seconds for his wee feet to twitch. But he's getting fat, so hopefully he'll cocoon himself soon and then I don't have to worry about whether he's alive or not.

Meanwhile the Mealworm is all pissed that I keep poking him, I'm sure. "Stupid damn human, can't she tell I'm SLEEPING!"

I'd post pics but, he's just not that cute. :)

BIRDIE shut up!

It's almost midnight and there's a very confused bird outside our house, who has been SURE for the past few days that it's MORNING at 11.50 pm.

And he's chirping and singing at the top of his little birdie lungs for the dawn.

Go back to sleep you chirpie thing!