Hiya. Am progressing toward sleepy, so forgive me if I ramble.
First off, am still alive and kicking. Have had a particularly pleasant day, for a variety of reasons. The first being the weather, which was turbulent in all the best ways. This makes me unduly gleeful, since I love storms and warm weather, and we resembled Florida in hurricane season for most of the day. (Well, except for the fact that our location would lead to flying cows a la Twister. Not many palm trees here.) Work was nice; didn't have to report for duty until noon, and had a successful c-section to boot. When they go bad, they're about the worst thing ever, but when they're good... you get seven healthy, tiny little puppies. You can't beat knowing you helped in that. No, siree.
And now for the list of things which I am delinquent about. The level of delinquency varies by case.
1. The McShep Awards
. So, uh, apparently I've been nominated. A couple of times... Like, three
. Dude. Whoever you are that happen to be responsible for that, I would totally hug you embarrassingly, provided I knew your names and locations. In lieu of that: thank you! *hug*
wrote this very, very cool tag to The Return: Part I over here
which I got to beta, and which happens to be nominated as well. Just so you know. (Which you all do, no doubt, because you're not internet hermits
. *sigh* I need to get out less.)
3. Which brings us to the reason I haven't been squeeing about the magically-appearing Canadian SGA bounty. I haven't seen them yet. This is so sad that it is just painful
. Hopefully, I'll get to rectify the situation this weekend, because I miss being communal almost as much as I miss those crazy space adventurers.
4. And this is the one that I should be kicked for... Way, way back in history enname
for my birthday, and I've recently realized I fell down on the 'hey, look at the pretty' sharing end of things. *hoards shiny things* So go look at the pretty. (I showed my mom, as proof that I know alarmingly talented people. She agreed.)
5. I haven't actually answered comments in... a very long time. This is not because I have suddenly decided not to answer them. It's more that I like to store them up, a few at a time, until I'm in the right mindset to be a good commenter. (Also, because then I can read through a handful of very kind things at once, and get a fuzzy warm feeling going on. I'm not even going to pretend that I don't. On a crappy day, there is nothing quite so nice as having legible proof that not everyone thinks you suck.) But lately (as in, for the last few months
), they've just... gotten away from me. I come home from work and feel too tired to do such sweet feedback justice, and so I think I'll answer it the next day... Add to that the fact that LJ has been not so much good with the notifications... The upshot of all this babbling is, if you've left a comment on something I've written in the last little while, I promise I will eventually get around to telling you how much I appreciate it. Really. In the meantime, thank you.
: that thing that we were talking about? Ought to be moseying your way in the next few hours. Sorry it's not hosted somewhere quick and easy. Let me know if this particular system doesn't work and I'll try something else. (Like digging up where I got it in the first place. Seriously, memory like a sieve.)
Maybe more to follow tomorrow, including the Saga of the Hospital, and why I might be one of the cool kids this New Years. For now: I wish you all puppies. Baaaaby puppies!