May 3rd, 2008
The good news: I polished up the second chapter of the Chuck/Atlantis crossover, and made headway on the third.
The bad news: I have to be up in less than 6 hours to play chauffeur.
The excellent news: Today is
slicesmissus' birthday. Happy birthday! I hope things are going well for you and
slices as you await your new arrival, and that the bitty Slice comes soon and doesn't give you too much trouble in doing so. Your card is sitting with Tronny's on my crab habitat, because I am HORRIBLE about mailing things. ♥
The bad news: I have to be up in less than 6 hours to play chauffeur.
The excellent news: Today is
- Mood:
cheerful
Yesterday:
dysisreynne: You know those new underpants you got me at Sam's club?
Mama Reynne: Yeah.
dysisreynne: They're supposed to fit like a second skin?
Mama Reynne: What about them?
dysisreynne: They're not that great after a shower.
Mama Reynne: ...why not?
dysisreynne: When you're still all wet?
Mama Reynne: ...you're supposed to dry off first.
This Morning:
Let me set the scene first. We're on the road.
dysisreynne has put her saxophone precariously on the backseat of the Jeep my father is "letting" me use (while he uses mine.) My laptop is in its bag, on top of all the crap that my father has between the back of the passenger seat and the actual backseat.
fiareynne: *stops at stop sign*
dysisreynne: *is jarred by the force of her saxophone case hitting the back of her seat and LANDING ON MY LAPTOP*
fiareynne: *GLARES*
dysisreynne: It's okay, it's in the case.
dysisreynne: IT LANDED ON MY COMPUTER.
dysisreynne: Oh.
I cannot find it in myself to feel sorry that she's in a parade at school today and it's cold and probably will rain. If she catches pneumonia and is miraculously sterilized, IT IS DARWIN'S WILL, Y'ALL. Also I has a turtle latte with an extra shot of espresso, and I only paid for a mocha with an extra shot. \o/
Mama Reynne: Yeah.
Mama Reynne: What about them?
Mama Reynne: ...why not?
Mama Reynne: ...you're supposed to dry off first.
This Morning:
Let me set the scene first. We're on the road.
I cannot find it in myself to feel sorry that she's in a parade at school today and it's cold and probably will rain. If she catches pneumonia and is miraculously sterilized, IT IS DARWIN'S WILL, Y'ALL. Also I has a turtle latte with an extra shot of espresso, and I only paid for a mocha with an extra shot. \o/
- Mood:
crazy
Title: Chuck vs. the Crazy Alien Vampires, chapter 2: Chuck vs. the Cranky Astrophysicist
Author: Fia Reynne
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Casey, heavily-implied John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chuck starts to grow on McKay, just in time to land himself in hot water.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd be out of uniform more often than in it. (That goes for the Buy More as well as the SGC.)
Back to chapter 1
( Dude, they were stranded in the Delta Quadrant. It's like Star-Trek-does-Gilligan's-Island. Wacky hijinks! )
Author: Fia Reynne
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Casey, heavily-implied John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chuck starts to grow on McKay, just in time to land himself in hot water.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd be out of uniform more often than in it. (That goes for the Buy More as well as the SGC.)
Back to chapter 1
( Dude, they were stranded in the Delta Quadrant. It's like Star-Trek-does-Gilligan's-Island. Wacky hijinks! )
- Mood:
accomplished
Actually no, Mr. Know-It-All at the next table, "expresso"* is not "coffee with foaming milk."
"Espresso" is a type of coffee made by forcing extremely hot water (and steam, as
melayneseahawk pointed out) under high pressure through coffee that has been ground to a very fine consistency. It is frequently used in making drinks with steamed or foamed milk, but not milk which is actively foaming.
*Yes, I know Merriam-Webster lists "expresso" as a variant of "espresso." It's not my fault they're stupid.
"Espresso" is a type of coffee made by forcing extremely hot water (and steam, as
*Yes, I know Merriam-Webster lists "expresso" as a variant of "espresso." It's not my fault they're stupid.
- Mood:
annoyed
