Apr. 26th, 2009

karanguni: (Default)
Skype conversation with D thus ends, at 235am/435am, as such:

D: How do I end this -- oh, the red button!



Okay, back to work.

\o\

Apr. 26th, 2009 04:34 pm
karanguni: (RAHM chibi)
\o\ things for today:

  • Got a new microphone set = no more skype fail!
  • Boss did not say "start from blank" re: draft 3! Boss also showing human side!
  • Parents possibly taking us out for dinner!


/o\ things for today:

  • Almost died buying new mic!
  • Boss still wants edits! \o More rhetorically-driven education coming up at 9pm tonight!
  • Sleeping at 7am and waking at 12pm = not good!


"Augh DO THIS NOW" things for today:

  • [x] CSS fixes for friend
  • [x] MORE DRAFTS
  • [x] Pauper AU
  • [x] Left Hand fic
  • [] Potentially traumatising tentacle fic for the sake of Motivation and Crack Relief
  • [x] Methos (Dude, dude, Peter Wingfield is born on my birthday (um, day, not year) and shares my strange watch wearing habits! This makes me ridiculously excited! For happy, mindless, fangirly reasons! SPRINGTIME OF MY YOUTH.)


"Augh DO THIS BEFORE YOU LEAVE ON WEDNESDAY" things:

  • [] Layout draft to [livejournal.com profile] sister_coyote
  • [] Layout draft to [livejournal.com profile] mjules
  • [x] MAKE SITE GO LIVE. SEE SITE RUN, RUN SITE RUN


Time to chug the caffeine.

Though maybe only after some sleep.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax