LJ won't let me post!

Stupid formatting! *grrrr* Those little ' signs bug the heck out of me, and show up as ? and take 15 minutes to fix and repost and... (And I burnt my chicken casserole while I fixing it up... *grrr*)

At least it's up now. A little gen flashback called What They'd Do. I'll get it beta read before I get tboy to post it up on the bozefest site, though. I think it could really do with a good beta...

Apparently, I don't have a hankering for Spike. ( I want Andrew. )

There's an article in Time magazine about how young stars on the Disney channel are being trained up for big success. It's official that Hilary Duff (Mini-Adina) is 15. On one hand, she's younger than my baby brother so I shouldn't lust after her. On the other, if I can believe in S1 Clark/Lex fanfic, it's kinda hypocritical to deny lust based on the exact same ages (15/21).

Okay, bed and new PJs. Note to self, remember to read the Neo/Smith fic here.

ETA: The back fell off my computer chair. I knew I had another reason to growl! (I'll fix it tomorrow...)

Busy, busy, busy.

I'm currently doing my Girl Friday impersonation, running around the office grabbing files and checking that it's in order before giving it to the auditor.

Hopefully, I'll have time to check on LJ later this arvo. So far, all morning I've only had time to check email once...

Gotta go! *g*

Icons here I come... tomorrow.

Okay, so not only did I miss Alan Rickman on Micallef, I missed Jim Carrey on Denton (I was curious) and totally forgot about QaFUS. *rolls eyes* At least I did manage to tape the Hugo Weaving Aussie drama to watch sometime later.

My latest fannish project is doing a series of icons to song lyrics. (Can we tell I'm announcing it to remember to do it?) I want to do a Lex focused series, with the lyrics to "You're so Vain" by Carly Simon.

I've wanted to do something like this for a while, and it's a good way for me to improve my dodgy manip skills. I mean, I'm never going to reach Slod's level, but it's a bit lazy not to improve my skills just because I'll never be the best. (But that logic doesn't apply to sport. I don't like it, I'm not good at it, I don't have to try. *g*)

The thing I really want is a good graphics program. (At the moment, I've just got Adobe PhotoDeluxe which is... difficult especially when making it icons. It's unweildy and blurry.) I think I'll check out how much Photoshop 7 costs. *thinks* Maybe buy it for myself as a birthday present. We'll see.

Workwise, the audit wasn't as painful as expected, so yay! I'm pretty exhausted, so I'm going to bed soon. I have a personal theory that vivid dreams do not regenerate you. I woke up pretty tired and I'm blaming it on my weird Sam, Josh and Toby as adventurers (think Indiana Jones) dream. Highly odd. I couldn't see any of those guys doing their own plumbing, let alone exploring sewers, so I don't know what my subconscious was thinking.

Oh, thinking of the boys, Spring Break by Anne Higgins is my absolute favourite how Sam met Josh fic. Even if it's a bit Jossed by "Somebody's going to Emergency...", I still love it. *g*