So, yesterday, I swing by the bookstore and pick up a couple of books since I was in the neighborhood anyway. One I grabbed on recommendation from
scififreak - The Good That Men Do (The ST:Enterprise novel that undoes the horror that was "These Are The Voyages..."). Haven't started it yet, but it's sitting on the coffee table.
Also picked up (on total whim) Finders Keepers by Linnea Sinclair. Crawled into bed last night planning to read for five minutes and crash (was around 0030 I think). At 0630 I finished the book and passed out. 3.5 hours later my neighbor is at my doorstep offering tech support, which I'd only EMailed him about the night before at around 2300.
The good news is that my Interweb is finally working the way it's supposed to. I am in shock over how much nicer being able to sit at a desk makes things like surfing the web or writing anything (the laptop, you see, cannot be removed from its docking station if you expect it to even attempt to work. Which means it's been sitting on the coffee table and sporadically connecting me for short periods while I squint for 6 feet away on the couch w/ the wireless keyboard in my hands attempting to type, balance, and not kill the cat).
*Bliss*
Also, at the behest of
scififreak I now have a Torchwood icon *Points at icon*. For those who don't know (and, really, how could you since I've been OFFLINE for the better part of 2 weeks), I've been, erm, *Coughs* sucked into the micro-monster that is Torchwood. *Coughs again* I blame
scififreak and
adafrog for dragging me to the Torchwood Panel at CCI. It's all their fault!!! On the bright side, I now have this as my desktop background. So, you know.
I think there may possibly be a TW piece in the 14 Valentines this year. I guarantee you that it's going to be a more mixed bag than last year's.
And, yes, I know, I owe you a Comic-Con post about how wonderful and awesome everyone/everything was and how Joe M. signed my nametag and all. I'll try to get it up soon, now that I've got 'Net.
Also picked up (on total whim) Finders Keepers by Linnea Sinclair. Crawled into bed last night planning to read for five minutes and crash (was around 0030 I think). At 0630 I finished the book and passed out. 3.5 hours later my neighbor is at my doorstep offering tech support, which I'd only EMailed him about the night before at around 2300.
The good news is that my Interweb is finally working the way it's supposed to. I am in shock over how much nicer being able to sit at a desk makes things like surfing the web or writing anything (the laptop, you see, cannot be removed from its docking station if you expect it to even attempt to work. Which means it's been sitting on the coffee table and sporadically connecting me for short periods while I squint for 6 feet away on the couch w/ the wireless keyboard in my hands attempting to type, balance, and not kill the cat).
*Bliss*
Also, at the behest of
I think there may possibly be a TW piece in the 14 Valentines this year. I guarantee you that it's going to be a more mixed bag than last year's.
And, yes, I know, I owe you a Comic-Con post about how wonderful and awesome everyone/everything was and how Joe M. signed my nametag and all. I'll try to get it up soon, now that I've got 'Net.
Almost, but not quite:
tired
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