October 10th, 2005



Happy birthday to kungfoogirl!

Hello to new readers peterchayward and ulitave!

The usual. (EDIT: Mild brainfuckery, coordination and vision fuckery. Tongue tingly. More exhausted than usual, because the itchy + pain kept waking me up.) Plus, yay, not pregnant. Ow.
Need to call primary care doc today to get a referral for my neurologist - stupid HMO, I need a new referral every October - and to talk to her about the weight loss and see if there's something she can give me for my reaction to the electrodes, because I'm in considerable pain.

8 Hunks
A bunch of people got the news late, so I extended acceptances through the weekend and will close them now. I'll finish it up today - everyone should have confirmation from me by the end of the day. *nod*

I'm doing Ondine. Yes, I know that you can't continue an existing work for NaNo - so I'll scrap the whole three, five pages I have and start anew. I have a new spot of insight there, thanks to docorion.

It's not so much with the kid-friendly, unfortunately - but that's just because it's spooky, not because of sex and violence and whatnot.
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    awake awake

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4 days of eXtreme sleep-dep just caught up to me in a major way.


*looks at clock* Two more hours...
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    exanimate exanimate


Two people asked questions that I'll put to my readers:

What's the best way to get chewing gum out of jeans?

What is a good name for a dog who might be from New Orleans? (http://www.benandmarta.com/dog.html) I need to give him a name in the next hour or so....

First one, I don't know; second one, I'm brain-dead right now, so y'all will be better at this than I will. *nod* I say Beignet. (That's how you spell that, right?)

All other questions are being answered beneath a cut-tag in the poll-post itself.

Another Shayara character snapshot

Halloran's cradling a latte mug in one hand, and the mug still looks small; as Olive Oyl in the Popeye movie would warble, "he's large". It's just straight-up coffee in the mug, but they give it to him in a larger cup just to preserve a sense of scale.

Because that's the first thing you notice about Halloran, at least when he's standing up - he's large. 6'4" and well-muscled. Take a moment to get past that, then look at his face - his smile will likely be a bit sheepish. Halloran feels awkward about standing out. Hence the latte mug.

He doesn't feel awkward now. He's sitting down, blending, hanging out with Kieran and a few of tthe Kirayth. Kieran's telling some story, and his hands are moving like an Italian grandmother's; Halloran is kicking back, denimed legs crossed guy-style, faded blue T-shirt just beginning to be snug on his defined chest (Did Capri use hot water on that load of T-shirts on purpose?). His smile is soft and genuine, bringing crinkles to the corners of his eyes. Unusual eyes, too, even for his House - so pale a brown as to be almost topaz.

His hair is short - nearly stubble-shaved in back, on the sides, and the top's so short that you can only just perceive that it's curly. You wonder what it would look like long, what it would be like to tangle your fingers in it... but no, that would drive him crazy. He keeps it short. Out of his face, out of his way.

He looks distant, all of a sudden. Wistful. And if you know him very well, you know that his mind, his heart, are a few miles north, with a girl in a tower.