"I'm not constantly changing from giggly to cautious..."

♥ I am bored of patient questionnaires. Maybe I should invent a mind-reading machine that can interface with my database and extract specific responses from patients, which responses can then be entered directly into the database using the power of my brain and milk bottle tops.

♥ I have not written any new fic in about a week. I fail at life.

♥ I need to sort out my receipts for Anne. And arrange to go over my pink book with her, because I think I’ve done everything and I want my warrant (I spoke to the pater about the whole Promise/God thing, and he said clearly in practical terms it didn’t make much difference, and what mattered was what I could bring to the guides etc, but I am still not sure, and I meant to ask someone officially and haven’t done yet). And we need to finalise next term’s programme, and write to the guides’ parents about stuff, including when the start of term is. And I meant to write to Guiding about the lack of information available about 4, and I haven’t done that yet either. Once again, failing at life.

♥ We’re starting to give some thought to Chadstock. Some OTH is a must, and I think we’d all quite like to see House of Wax, because not only is it Chadful, it also has wee Jared. Plus, I really think we need some dreadful teenie film with him as the dashing hero (I know, I know, you have to be eight for that to work, but let’s go with it…). There will be no proper food at Chadstock: instead, we will utilize the wonder of the chips’n’dips bowl. Oh yes.

♥ My poo is still not blue. Think there may be something dreadfully wrong with my digestive system. My villi fail at life.

♥ I really, really want to customize my LJ properly, but I cannot work it out. Please could someone guide me through the process? I hate not being able to do it myself. My designing skillz fail at life.

Immoderately entertained...

So, I was thinking about six word fics. And slash. And stuff. And my favourite anecdote ever.

Spock explains: "My cock; your ass."

(I was going to use my Spock "that's not canon" icon but, y'know, practically was...)

Further on the Star Trek theme, I am both entertained and a little dismayed at the prospect of a prequel film. I mean, TOS love always, and you know me and Spock, and I've always had a sneaking fondness for Chekhov (though presumably he wouldn't be in a prequel since he only joined the Enterprise later, though you know prequels - they always have to fit everyone in), and Bones wins, but it could go so horribly, horribly wrong. I fear, darlings.

JJ Abrams: Ruin it and die!!!

And I am *very* amused by the bizarre ooh-rumours-about-Jensen-being-Captain-Kirk thing at the moment, cuz while I think he would be perfectly able to do it (if lacking a little of Shatner's panache because, let's face it, who can equal the mighty Shatner? No-one, that's who), it's not a real rumour, it's just fangirls getting over-excited, and then spiralling out of control. Quite comical to watch, if a little alarming as well.

Star Trek rumour: Jensen's fangirls implode.

Unlikely Science: "And that is how we can prove that aluminium is gay."

An interesting commentary here on the differing views of presidential hopefuls towards Guantanamo Bay. I particularly enjoyed the part where Romney said the food was great...

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LOL! At the top of my flist was a post entitled "Five Times Sam Brooded Unsuccessfully". And I didn't know, for that first moment, whether it was Sam Winchester or Sam Tyler. Maybe it's something in the name...