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May. 17th, 2012 06:48 pmI'm at the stage of being ready to work on my BBB again. Not yet though as James is off work, but from tomorrow I'll start poking at it again. Hopefully it won't take that long, at least until I hit the place holder sex scenes and no doubt will come to a grinding halt. I've also been reading through more BRBBs and thoroughly enjoying doing so while pondering what I'll write for wave three. Really, I've been feeling nicely productive about stuff, no doubt helped by twitter being consumed with other fandom squee at the moment. Which is something I always enjoy, but can get a little lonely at times when I'm not part of that.
Still, new pics to look forward to this weekend, and I'll continue to think about the many stories starring Mikey Way that live in my head. And the one where I want Ryan to travel the country going to this random series of hockey games. He has a team that he states is his but he's going to many other games, and it turns out he's going to away games within travelling distance of where Panic are playing. Really, I just want Spencer to turn up and call Ryan a moron before they sit and watch hockey together. Me and my rose-coloured glasses, man. We're bffs, just like Ryan and Spencer.
Stuff in the garden continues to grow nicely. The beetroot now have individual mini greenhouses of their own after James and Corey cut up a load of pop bottles and used them as cloches. The courgettes have already doubled in size in some cases. I fear I may regret taking them out of pots and planting them in a bed. I did wake up a few nights ago to find a big, ginger cat sitting amongst the plants. I think he must have been attracted to the foil balls we've got on there to deter slugs, but he needs to go play elsewhere, not in our seedlings.
I've been meaning to get into my pjs for hours now, so I'm off to do that. I should also put the pickled onions away before I chomp my way through the full jar. Somehow half are gone already. Ooops.
Still, new pics to look forward to this weekend, and I'll continue to think about the many stories starring Mikey Way that live in my head. And the one where I want Ryan to travel the country going to this random series of hockey games. He has a team that he states is his but he's going to many other games, and it turns out he's going to away games within travelling distance of where Panic are playing. Really, I just want Spencer to turn up and call Ryan a moron before they sit and watch hockey together. Me and my rose-coloured glasses, man. We're bffs, just like Ryan and Spencer.
Stuff in the garden continues to grow nicely. The beetroot now have individual mini greenhouses of their own after James and Corey cut up a load of pop bottles and used them as cloches. The courgettes have already doubled in size in some cases. I fear I may regret taking them out of pots and planting them in a bed. I did wake up a few nights ago to find a big, ginger cat sitting amongst the plants. I think he must have been attracted to the foil balls we've got on there to deter slugs, but he needs to go play elsewhere, not in our seedlings.
I've been meaning to get into my pjs for hours now, so I'm off to do that. I should also put the pickled onions away before I chomp my way through the full jar. Somehow half are gone already. Ooops.
