panto, blood and recs

word count achieved. I rule. Now I just have to keep it up until friday. and, er, figure out a detailed *plot*

samphirette, I'm pretty sure the sixth ticket is yours - need to figure out arrangements. Will you be meeting us in Brum or what? Need to book hotel space.

oh, and of course, a gap looks like it's finally appearing schedule (or at least nano's out of the way), so I can figure out when I can give blood. Couldn't give for ages due to tattoo, have been getting several begging letters... and now I'm starting to get a cold. Which disqualifies me until it's cleared up. JOY.

(for those who don't know, Blood donor services will kick you out if you're even vaguely sniffling. This is along with having visited the dentist or hygienist in the past 24 hours, low iron levels, you name it. The fact that I have to tick the 'ever lived in a malarial country' box probably means that they only use a tiny bit of my blood as it is. Possibly just the plasma. Who knows.)

bethynyc wrote De-Lovely fic! She wrote De-Lovely fic with Jack and Cole that is during the slow path years and it is actually *good* and EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (thinking about it, and yes, I've written it as personal canon that it happens during the slow path years - 1931 or '32, to be specific, to fit around Astaire filming 'Flying Down to Rio', considering Jack-the-actor's age/shyness/poutiness, I'm thinking it's probably more likely it happened during his time agent/two missing years period. I doubt Jack would've spent long enough on a con that would be plausible to cover the time needed to establish yourself as a reliable leading musical actor, not to mention the amount fo time you'd be expected to commit to a run, *and* then there's the affair with Cole Porter - the movie makes a point of establishing Jack-the-actor as *definitely* not one of his fly-by-nights.)

today was all about the facepalm.

ah, the bunnies stepped in. oh good. And they were *snark* bunnies. so I have bunches of nano starters for the methos and jack roadtrip.

today I have run around like a headless chicken putting damage control in place (discovered just before midday that a whole bunch of files - a few a day dating back to 17th of October - had not been saving and thus getting stuck at a stage that is only a placeholder and thus no-one looks at), and used the quote 'today has been mostly headdesk and facepalm' at 5:25pm, after doing a quick explanation after he asked why I'd been running around from noon onwards like said headless chicken
Boss : '....que?'
me : :demonstrates:
Boss : 'Most descriptive'

People getting asked the oddest questions : 'right, where's the quote book? will it have nietzsche?' 'hmm, ovid's not really what I'm looking for, maybe martial?' 'gah, what year was star wars?' '1930s plane - little 'un, which way does the door handle go?'

Oh, and once again, courtesy of a paper, I feel the need to go STABBYSTABBYFUCKINGSTABBY at US health/social policy. Brought to you by the people who actively undermine and twist the figures for needle exchange programs, misrepresent abortion and birth control data in countries where they're trying to get the HIV figures down, this abstract : The Catch-22 of Condoms in US correctional facilities. Not sure when the final version will be up in easy-read web format, but you can read the pdf, but the first line? PRETTY MUCH SAYS IT ALL.

To quote : Despite the high prevalence of sexually transmitted infections (STIs) and HIV infection in US correctional settings, most jails and prisons in the United States prevent inmates from using condoms to prevent STIs/HIV.

I mean seriously. How do you have that much idiocy? Prison sex? International byword. Now combine that with the fact that it's mostly male/male. Which nearly always carries the *highest* risk of any form of sex for passing on STIs (it's the new acronym for STD) due to the fluids and higher likelihood of tearing if it involves penetration. Now add the drug use. Which always, always uses clean needles and is done in safe, clean, low-pressure supervised areas.

I just... seriously. They're sticking their fingers in their ears and going 'lalalala'.