seldear | Dreeing Her Ain Weird

Okay, the people who are having weird dreams about their fandom have to stop infecting me. I was fine until last night when I had this weird dream about BSG and being on the run from the cylons. And I had to do this organising thing, I think. Involving many people. And maybe jumping off cliffs, but possibly also to do with flying.

Maybe it's a hint: I should finish that final backup entry to the ficathon.

SG-1 would be easier to write if I had some episodes handy to watch. I need to be in the mood. And right now, the SGA characters just want to have sex. I swear, every time I turn around, they're at it again. *glares*

Still, the SamJack

stagesoflove challenge wrote itself a lot faster this time around.

Okay, right now, I'm setting up 'reminder' texts for overdue deliveries. Yes, my job is teh thrilling.

1st reminder: Please confirm delivery date.
2nd reminder: Please advise revised delivery date.
3rd reminder: Overdue for delivery - urgent advice required.
xth reminder: You make the ShittyRail services look like they run on time. Deliver the goods or we'll send the SAS after you.

So. Damn. Tempting.

And now, thanks to

unanon, I have Bananarama singing Love In The First Degree in my head. It was the first CD I ever owned and my Dad gave it to me for my 12th birthday.

I think the second CD I owned was Madonna's 'Like A Prayer'. And the third was Belinda Carlisle 'Runaway Horses'.

Oh the nostalgia of my adolescent years...

And I'm reading Terry Pratchett's 'Wee Free Men' - hence the title of the post.