The lightbulb in my kitchen, the five-year long-life lightbulb, burned out about six months after I bought it.

I wanted some toast so, after ascertaining that tightening it wasn't the issue, I got a hand-held LED lamp I use in emergencies, carried it into the kitchen, and watched it flicker and die.

Ergo, at the hardware store tomorrow I need to buy:

1/2" nails for hanging pictures
Duct tape, 'cause I'm out
Zipties for some cords I need to tidy up
A new lightbulb
AND SOME ROCK SALT, JUST IN CASE MY KITCHEN IS POSSESSED.

They're going to think I'm either a mad scientist or a serial killer.

I have watched the John Barrowman Single Ladies video probably twenty times since Foxy linked me to it, and have yet to tire of it. Possibly because I love the original song and vid as well.

I spent most of the morning editing and typesetting the Big Book Of Awesome for work, including adding a lot of stuff that wasn't there before. The book's getting passed around to all the admins for advice, but I have stepped into the de-facto role of artistic director and veto'd some of their suggestions as impractical or redundant.

A few more admins have requested my Unofficial Directory, which is a revision I do every time that the "official" staff directory comes out, because our official directory is ugly and inefficient. I'm proud that my bootlegging is popular enough to be passed around secretly by the cabal of office ninjas who ultimately run this company. I welcome new initiates to The Secret Gnostic Directocrypha of Sam, Prophet of the Spreadsheet.

Cept nobody gets the spreadsheet version. They get PDFs. This kind of power is best handled by experienced masters only.

Well, I'm fairly impressed with myself. I'm not officially doing NaNo, but I am using it as motivation, and it's working pretty well. My goal was a thousand words a day, which won't get me to 50k in thirty days but is a realistic goal for me. In the last four days I've averaged 1200 words a day, which added to the less-than-impressive totals from earlier in the month still puts me at 13000 words written in 12 days.

I am supremely amused at myself, as well. I had a brainstorm this evening, which led to Bart uncovering a reason someone might be motivated to attack Leigh Anizin:

Internet wank.

An independent messageboard, run off a privately-owned server, completely unchecked but eminently legal nonetheless. Dedicated to "critical attention" focused on the Silence.

Dr. Anizin wasn't difficult to pick out from the crowd, though her commentary was more...acerbic than I was used to on a day-to-day basis. Bordering on hostile, in places, though the responses were similarly themed on the lines of highly-intelligent playground-name-calling.

Because let's face it: a couple of hundred years in the future and cut off from all extraplanetary communication, we're still going to find ways to call each other dickheads on the internet. :D

So, mostly for myself, but also for anyone else who needs it, a dose of fluffy kitty tummy goodness:



I have no idea what we'll do when he outgrows the shelves on his kitty tree, but for now it's adorable the way he sort of spills over the edges. :D

I love my city.

Via 51stcenturyfox:



OH YES. I don't know where it came from or how it happened, but there it is. The internet is over, we've peaked, and everyone can go home now.

I will, I hope, in about 3 months . . .



( Recipe and stuff under the cut. )

JESUS I FORGOT.

amand_r has assembled an awesome multimedia fanfiction project (and I helped! /fiveyearold). Check it out here. Sad (and possibly triggery; she gives appropriate warnings in the header) and lovely.

A taste:

Item: Metal fire-proof box and contents. Catalogue #: 011J36FK-YRT-00l3. Location of retrieval: Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff (Torchwood Three headquarters). Object was found in debris following explosion at the Torchwood Three Hub; outside of the box is scarred, dented' one box corner depressed; burn marking evident; contents unharmed. Priority: low.

I HAVE CONQUERED MICROSOFT WORD'S TABLE OF CONTENTS FUNCTION.

I deserve a cookie.

"Doctor Who TARDIS USB micro-fridge."

XD XD XD

Good Afternoon, everyone, and a good Veteran's Day to you! I hope the veterans in your life are being properly honoured today. I don't have poppies for you but I do have many irrelevant links.

To start with: Valet of Anize has finally been updated! You can find Chapter Six here. Action! Adventure! Conspiracy! Murder! Anarchy! Tea!

Also, it became apparent that many of the newcomers to this journal are not familiar with my Serial Killer Theory Of Tony DiNozzo. Essentially, after the last time (of many) that he was framed for murder, I started thinking it would be really funny if he actually was a serial killer but he's never been framed for a murder he committed. You can find my fictional executions of that theory under Style and Good Boy on my fanfic journal.

Third, Guy (do you have an LJ username, Guy?) linked me a few days ago to The Homo Sapien Tool, which probably wouldn't pass the Alton Brown Multitool Test but is superfunny nonetheless.

And finally, three a: I MADE NANAIMO BARS. And they did not taste like frosted sand! I tweaked the recipe quite a bit and they came out perfectly, but really I blame their perfection on using a square pan this time. Apparently the square pan is magic.

WITNESS:


( Nanaimo Bars: Redux )

It's Tuesday! You know what that means.

Sam's Three Things About NCIS 7.07: ( Endgame )

3a. What's up with the sudden McVoiceover? We've never had a voiceover on this show. I hate voiceovers. This one was better than the Mohinderlogues from Heroes, but still. Voiceovers are a slippery fucking slope.

So, in my spare time, I've been mainlining a new TV show: Bones.

I've found that I tend to function best this way -- let the show build up a few seasons' worth of steam and then have at it all at once. I watched the entire first season of Heroes up-to-the-hiatus in one fell swoop, and I would never have survived SGA if I'd tried to watch it as it aired (should be noted: did not survive season five).

I'm about 2/3 of the way through season two. While I enjoy the show, I have some issues with the inconsistency with which Brennan is characterised and written. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I can sense that they really wanted to go Pretender on her and just didn't have the balls.

When I started watching I knew a little bit about her character and assumed that she wasn't current on pop culture because she'd been raised in some kind of Amish commune. This would have made more sense, given how she's written, because I don't care how much of a geek you are, if you grew up in America in the eighties, by the time you're fifteen YOU KNOW WHAT CLUE IS. Also, she remarks that "I don't have many clear memories of my mother" which is bullshit, her mother disappeared when she was fifteen. So I suspect they intended to have her parents vanish when she was, say, four, and just messed it up.

ANYWAY. I'm not one to nitpick, but this is pretty bizarre for a major character. The only way I can reconcile my sensible view of reality with the writing of Temperance Brennan is to form something similar to my Tony DiNozzo Is A Serial Killer theory.

( The Grand Unified Theory Of Bones )

IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

Incidentally, ( regarding Zach... )