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nishatalitha) wrote2006-01-25 12:44 am
nishatalitha) wrote2006-01-25 12:44 am
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I had a surprise when I came home yesterday after Lace& Steel. The house was hazy with smoke, as though someone had left something smouldering on the element. Turns out flatmate S. had burnt the toast. He must have burned it really badly to get that particular effect.
Oh, and at Lace & Steel, Isthian fixed up Sebastian, got Ines to the tailor for her final costume fitting, and went to the Prahov ball with the rest of the party. And there, Lord Robert, the man Isthian has been pining over since they first met in the first year of her marriage, requested her permission to court her. She said yes, of course, which means I now have to research eighteenth century courtship rituals for a respectable widow.
I was woken at 7.45am this morning by the phone, from an interesting dream. The phone was my boss, asking if I could come in and work today (yes, but only until two). The dream had nothing to do with work.
I was running away from some generic bad guys, and C. offered to help me get away. So she hopped into her light turquoise Audi, and I hopped into my dark green one, and we drove away. I followed her car over the city’s hills until we lost the bad guys at a set of traffic lights.
Some time later, we pulled up outside a hole in the wall dairy (literally), and C. gave them a dollar coin, and asked for a stamp. The owner pulled out the stamp book (a nicely bound hardcover), and started going through the sheets of stamps.
“What’s that one,” she asked, pointing.
“It’s a rare Good Omens stamp,” he replied.
“How do you know that it’s a rare Good Omens stamp?”
“It’s missing a sword.”
For some reason, I found, and find, that really funny. The odd thing was, the stamp didn’t really look like it should have a sword in it. It was about the size of the old penny stamps, monochrome purple, and the centre figure looked like a buddha. There were flowers around the edge. Why I thought it was a Good Omens stamp, I have no idea.
LATER:
*bounces* We have a flat! It's the Pembroke Rd one. It's absolutely lovely, and I can feel a post coming on about how good it is. Signed the lease today, bond will go out tomorrow, so I'm going to be completely and utterly broke until I'm next paid. I may have to get some money off my parents. It also means I will have no money on my cellphone for the forseeable future.
Met up with the parents and a couple of the Oggs, and went out for dinner to Instanbul, and had coffee at Expressaholic afterwards. It was absolutely delicious, and I've more or less convinced Dad to help me bring some boxes up to the Harbour View flat, which will help with the packing, and I have to do things like call Telecom, and call Contact, and I'm not sure who is calling the movers, and there is so much to do. I've packed 7 boxes of books so far; most of the mass market paperbacks, A - Z + Anthologies.
Occasionally, I check my Wraithbait account, and see if I have any reviews for my one story that I posted there. I have 15 so far, and the following was the latest one, anonymous, of course:
I dont understand why are you making John and Rodney Gay Lovers ?????? When they are clearly not......
I wrote a polite response, but really, I'm not sure why the question. If they don't want to read John and Rodney being gay lovers, then they probably shouldn't have read something clearly marked McKay/Sheppard. And if they're curious about why I write or read it, then there are far better places to find out that information.
So, yay, Isthian! Yay, flat!
Oh, and at Lace & Steel, Isthian fixed up Sebastian, got Ines to the tailor for her final costume fitting, and went to the Prahov ball with the rest of the party. And there, Lord Robert, the man Isthian has been pining over since they first met in the first year of her marriage, requested her permission to court her. She said yes, of course, which means I now have to research eighteenth century courtship rituals for a respectable widow.
I was woken at 7.45am this morning by the phone, from an interesting dream. The phone was my boss, asking if I could come in and work today (yes, but only until two). The dream had nothing to do with work.
I was running away from some generic bad guys, and C. offered to help me get away. So she hopped into her light turquoise Audi, and I hopped into my dark green one, and we drove away. I followed her car over the city’s hills until we lost the bad guys at a set of traffic lights.
Some time later, we pulled up outside a hole in the wall dairy (literally), and C. gave them a dollar coin, and asked for a stamp. The owner pulled out the stamp book (a nicely bound hardcover), and started going through the sheets of stamps.
“What’s that one,” she asked, pointing.
“It’s a rare Good Omens stamp,” he replied.
“How do you know that it’s a rare Good Omens stamp?”
“It’s missing a sword.”
For some reason, I found, and find, that really funny. The odd thing was, the stamp didn’t really look like it should have a sword in it. It was about the size of the old penny stamps, monochrome purple, and the centre figure looked like a buddha. There were flowers around the edge. Why I thought it was a Good Omens stamp, I have no idea.
LATER:
*bounces* We have a flat! It's the Pembroke Rd one. It's absolutely lovely, and I can feel a post coming on about how good it is. Signed the lease today, bond will go out tomorrow, so I'm going to be completely and utterly broke until I'm next paid. I may have to get some money off my parents. It also means I will have no money on my cellphone for the forseeable future.
Met up with the parents and a couple of the Oggs, and went out for dinner to Instanbul, and had coffee at Expressaholic afterwards. It was absolutely delicious, and I've more or less convinced Dad to help me bring some boxes up to the Harbour View flat, which will help with the packing, and I have to do things like call Telecom, and call Contact, and I'm not sure who is calling the movers, and there is so much to do. I've packed 7 boxes of books so far; most of the mass market paperbacks, A - Z + Anthologies.
Occasionally, I check my Wraithbait account, and see if I have any reviews for my one story that I posted there. I have 15 so far, and the following was the latest one, anonymous, of course:
I dont understand why are you making John and Rodney Gay Lovers ?????? When they are clearly not......
I wrote a polite response, but really, I'm not sure why the question. If they don't want to read John and Rodney being gay lovers, then they probably shouldn't have read something clearly marked McKay/Sheppard. And if they're curious about why I write or read it, then there are far better places to find out that information.
So, yay, Isthian! Yay, flat!
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as for the comment
welcome to my world!
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(Anonymous) 2006-01-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)Steph
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I picked up a whole pile of change of address postcards today, so I'll be mailing those out at some point, to people without email addresses or who might lose an electronic copy. I imagine you'll get three emails. *grins*