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LJ talent roundup!
Jun. 22nd, 2004 07:15 pmAll of you out there in TV Land, join the talent round-up!
First, some Sab matchmaking:
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kerqui, deborah_judge, you're both just starting DS9 on Spike, and those of us who've been stationed in the Badlands are thrilled to bits. Kerqui, meet Deborah, Deborah, meet Kerqui.
tangleofthorns, you'll like this. Mel, meet Luna, Luna, meet Mel.
_swallow awakened some childhood memories in me with her post about the calf with the mournful eye, better known as a highly morbid Yiddish folk song my mom used to sing to me and spycookies. Lizzie, why do I associate Suzanne Bosches with this song? I can't remember.
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But mostly, see Sab poleaxed.
I've got heaps to read (namelyselenak's Babylon 5/Sandman XO) and heaps to feedback (namely andrastewhite's tentacle pr0n for meeee!) and heaps to do, mostly of the catching up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
theatrical_muse variety, but none of this gets to happen today, because it turns out the Simon Tam ficathon isn't due July 24th but rather June 24th, which could not be any sooner if it TRIED, unless it was the 23rd. You see my predicament.
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Quietly, in my spare time, I hustle for jobs and a new tenant for the livingroom. It's between Quincy ME and Trevor, who calls me ma'am, even after I told him not to. Which is just surreal. Yesterday Edith dragged in a pigeon that was bigger than she was. Marcus and I stood over and watched her as she tried to eat the whole thing, but this was a case where her eyes were bigger than her stomach (despite her tiny Edith head). I cleaned up the carcass, but it left behind a little trail of seeds that must have been the bird's last meal.
First, some Sab matchmaking:
kerqui, deborah_judge, you're both just starting DS9 on Spike, and those of us who've been stationed in the Badlands are thrilled to bits. Kerqui, meet Deborah, Deborah, meet Kerqui.tangleofthorns, you'll like this. Mel, meet Luna, Luna, meet Mel._swallow awakened some childhood memories in me with her post about the calf with the mournful eye, better known as a highly morbid Yiddish folk song my mom used to sing to me and spycookies. Lizzie, why do I associate Suzanne Bosches with this song? I can't remember.*
But mostly, see Sab poleaxed.
I've got heaps to read (namely
selenak's Babylon 5/Sandman XO) and heaps to feedback (namely andrastewhite's tentacle pr0n for meeee!) and heaps to do, mostly of the catching up with theatrical_muse variety, but none of this gets to happen today, because it turns out the Simon Tam ficathon isn't due July 24th but rather June 24th, which could not be any sooner if it TRIED, unless it was the 23rd. You see my predicament.*
Quietly, in my spare time, I hustle for jobs and a new tenant for the livingroom. It's between Quincy ME and Trevor, who calls me ma'am, even after I told him not to. Which is just surreal. Yesterday Edith dragged in a pigeon that was bigger than she was. Marcus and I stood over and watched her as she tried to eat the whole thing, but this was a case where her eyes were bigger than her stomach (despite her tiny Edith head). I cleaned up the carcass, but it left behind a little trail of seeds that must have been the bird's last meal.
