I'm sure I'm not the only one who looks at lj and thinks how little what they do would interest anyone else, all things considered. However, at the cost of people on my flist thinking I'm either buried under a pile of books and can't get up or have been eaten by ferrets, I thought I'd try and rectify that. Maybe I just need a meme of sufficient interest, as the fanfic one worked? Suggestions happily considered...
Work has been Insane with a capital I this week. Not helped by the people who thought it would be a good idea to turn the office into an adjunct of Santa's grotto, complete with mechanical things that play Christmas music. If I'd been within earshot of any of those on Tuesday, we'd be discussing how long the surgery is to remove such an item from someone's anatomy. Had I been asked 'what's wrong, [Graculus]?', the answer would have been 'EVERYTHING!!!111!!!!' with fists of doom. Fortunately people were not as stupendously idiotic the rest of the week and so I still have a job rather than pending assault or murder charges.
In ferret news, we still have no progress on the names front. Three weeks on and although there were some fantastic suggestions from you guys, nothing seems to particularly fit so I'm currently resigned to calling them The Lads and leaving it at that. Whenever they've been in the house and I put them out to let Buzz in, he is utterly incensed at the idea of weasels in his house and runs around rubbing his scent on everything.
In holiday news, I am off to Costa Rica in February, after my hopes of abandoning these inclement shores over Christmas got knocked on the head a while back. Don't worry, there will be photos! :)
As for other stuff, I am alternately so glad I didn't sign up for NaNoWriMo and also desperately in need of a big stick to actually make me sit down and write something. Anything. Just the idea of it makes me go running to the nearest pile of books or fic. Pffft.
Work has been Insane with a capital I this week. Not helped by the people who thought it would be a good idea to turn the office into an adjunct of Santa's grotto, complete with mechanical things that play Christmas music. If I'd been within earshot of any of those on Tuesday, we'd be discussing how long the surgery is to remove such an item from someone's anatomy. Had I been asked 'what's wrong, [Graculus]?', the answer would have been 'EVERYTHING!!!111!!!!' with fists of doom. Fortunately people were not as stupendously idiotic the rest of the week and so I still have a job rather than pending assault or murder charges.
In ferret news, we still have no progress on the names front. Three weeks on and although there were some fantastic suggestions from you guys, nothing seems to particularly fit so I'm currently resigned to calling them The Lads and leaving it at that. Whenever they've been in the house and I put them out to let Buzz in, he is utterly incensed at the idea of weasels in his house and runs around rubbing his scent on everything.
In holiday news, I am off to Costa Rica in February, after my hopes of abandoning these inclement shores over Christmas got knocked on the head a while back. Don't worry, there will be photos! :)
As for other stuff, I am alternately so glad I didn't sign up for NaNoWriMo and also desperately in need of a big stick to actually make me sit down and write something. Anything. Just the idea of it makes me go running to the nearest pile of books or fic. Pffft.
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