My system, let me record it for posterity!

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So now, when I'm away from my happy home computer that has a happy little doc with this shit filed in perpetuity, I can create proper LJ cuts without the freaking Apocalypse landing on my head. Because I have enough shit going on without that. I don't LIKE pissing people off; it's not something I do intentionally...but when I get off work and my brain is toast, I'm not necessarily thinking with the filter that says, "Somebody might NOT want to know X, Y may be news to them, Z may totally harsh their squee"---I'm thinking, "What can I say to my friends that isn't me whining about my aches and pains, my chronic lack of cash and my thorough dissatisfaction with my job?" Because I know that shit gets old---and if *I* think so, I'm sure youse guys are barely tolerating it (and thanks for that!). And the brain crumbs may contain spoilers when it's late and I'm rambling. But hopefully, with this accessible, I will think to hide them under the bed cut.

My system, let me record it for posterity!

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So now, when I'm away from my happy home computer that has a happy little doc with this shit filed in perpetuity, I can create proper LJ cuts without the freaking Apocalypse landing on my head. Because I have enough shit going on without that. I don't LIKE pissing people off; it's not something I do intentionally...but when I get off work and my brain is toast, I'm not necessarily thinking with the filter that says, "Somebody might NOT want to know X, Y may be news to them, Z may totally harsh their squee"---I'm thinking, "What can I say to my friends that isn't me whining about my aches and pains, my chronic lack of cash and my thorough dissatisfaction with my job?" Because I know that shit gets old---and if *I* think so, I'm sure youse guys are barely tolerating it (and thanks for that!). And the brain crumbs may contain spoilers when it's late and I'm rambling. But hopefully, with this accessible, I will think to hide them under the bed cut.

Giving One for the Team -- FotP - mild PG

Title: Giving One for the Team
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: A couple of grown men, offstage
Rating/Work-safeness: Oblique slash
Approximate word count: 1000
Disclaimer: Hey, *I* didn't break their airplane!
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: While the Americore castaways are stranded, the outside world goes on without them. Ian and Liddell chat about families, life and everything.

( Happy anniversary, K'gal! )

Don't forget to kiss the cook.

Giving One for the Team -- FotP - mild PG

Title: Giving One for the Team
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: A couple of grown men, offstage
Rating/Work-safeness: Oblique slash
Approximate word count: 1000
Disclaimer: Hey, *I* didn't break their airplane!
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: While the Americore castaways are stranded, the outside world goes on without them. Ian and Liddell chat about families, life and everything.

( Happy anniversary, K'gal! )

Don't forget to kiss the cook.

Mayhem, clutter and foolishness

Holy smokes! I've been watching Clean House: Search for the Messiest House in the Country #3---and I suddenly feel like a poster child for sanity and order. Which is NOT my usual state of mind, as you well know. I'll be the first to admit that my house is a mess---but if the C's casa is a 1 and that place is a 10 on the catastrophe scale, I swear I'm no worse than a 6, and maybe not even that.

Just saying.

Mayhem, clutter and foolishness

Holy smokes! I've been watching Clean House: Search for the Messiest House in the Country #3---and I suddenly feel like a poster child for sanity and order. Which is NOT my usual state of mind, as you well know. I'll be the first to admit that my house is a mess---but if the C's casa is a 1 and that place is a 10 on the catastrophe scale, I swear I'm no worse than a 6, and maybe not even that.

Just saying.