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burntcopper) wrote2007-11-12 01:39 pm
burntcopper) wrote2007-11-12 01:39 pm
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Babble and *glee*
caught up on nano over the weekend (after two days off). 100 words shy of 20k. *finally* getting somewhere with plot now that TW london have discovered what the glove actually does. Word count all very well but you start getting that nagging sensation that it might be a tad boring when the plot hasn't really got anywhere and you're nearly a third of the way through. Tonight's chapter should be Jack going on expedition to find glove, then the one after that is him running into Indy. (remember, girls and boys, Indy is easy in *canon*.) I honestly hope I'm going to have enough word count left to actually get the actual main adventure with Methos in. Because after Indy and the flashback have finished, which'll be *at least* 5-7k (action and sex scenes burn through your word count like nothing else), there's still shagging Wigram for Special Journalistic Purposes, Jack departing from the UK (spy talk), meeting up with Methos, any flashbacks/backstory story from *that*,. and then we've still got the adventure. Plus shagging. And snarking. eeeep.
Finally watched SGA, the travellers ep. hee. So a female version of Shep. Though I was so expecting during the tension moment for Shep to go 'sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but I have a boyfriend'. I'd kill for that kind of thing to happen during one of those tension moments in action scenes. Just because it would be *different*. Usual setup of snark and audiences going 'we can so see what's going to happen here' - and then it doesn't happen because one of them asserts that they're attached. or gay. or something, at least. Because disrupting cliches=GOOD. And possibly even *gasp* ORIGINAL.
I have the new JB cd. Mark (one of the all-powerful lads that makes sure the company runs smoothly - everything from maintenance to post to controlling the stationery cupboard) comes round with the post at 12 and I spot a slim cardboard package in his hand and bounce up to him going 'Is that for me? Tell me it's for me! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!' He looked a bit scared. I've done this to him before, he should be used to it. :g:
Anyway, not listened to more than one song yet - Your Song good. and happy. I haven't listened to Time after Time yet, which is one of my *utter* guilty pleasures ever since I heard Tara Morice's version on Strictly Ballroom (it's the one they dance to under the coke sign til morning), but I've warned the lad who sits next to me that I will probably spend an innappropriate amount of time giggling, which is normally what happens to me when faced with pure cheese that I adore something chronic. And he's come over all male catalogue model over the liner photos. Bless.
Debating whether to book a seat at Cardiff for JB's tour. Since Serenity:Infinity is happening the weekend he's at the Hammersmith Apollo. And even if I did bunk off the last day, I'd be too knackered to appreciate it.
BTW, anyone who's seen teh Biiiiiiiiiig plume o'smoke over east London? it's coming from the olympic stadium, warehouse fire. We've got a perfect view and thought it was coming from Russell square or Farringdon, and were impatiently refreshing BBC news 24 and Reuters to see what it was. (classic quotes : 'Bugger CNN, Reuters gets it half an hour before the BBC, and CNN tend to be useless!')
Finally watched SGA, the travellers ep. hee. So a female version of Shep. Though I was so expecting during the tension moment for Shep to go 'sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but I have a boyfriend'. I'd kill for that kind of thing to happen during one of those tension moments in action scenes. Just because it would be *different*. Usual setup of snark and audiences going 'we can so see what's going to happen here' - and then it doesn't happen because one of them asserts that they're attached. or gay. or something, at least. Because disrupting cliches=GOOD. And possibly even *gasp* ORIGINAL.
I have the new JB cd. Mark (one of the all-powerful lads that makes sure the company runs smoothly - everything from maintenance to post to controlling the stationery cupboard) comes round with the post at 12 and I spot a slim cardboard package in his hand and bounce up to him going 'Is that for me? Tell me it's for me! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!' He looked a bit scared. I've done this to him before, he should be used to it. :g:
Anyway, not listened to more than one song yet - Your Song good. and happy. I haven't listened to Time after Time yet, which is one of my *utter* guilty pleasures ever since I heard Tara Morice's version on Strictly Ballroom (it's the one they dance to under the coke sign til morning), but I've warned the lad who sits next to me that I will probably spend an innappropriate amount of time giggling, which is normally what happens to me when faced with pure cheese that I adore something chronic. And he's come over all male catalogue model over the liner photos. Bless.
Debating whether to book a seat at Cardiff for JB's tour. Since Serenity:Infinity is happening the weekend he's at the Hammersmith Apollo. And even if I did bunk off the last day, I'd be too knackered to appreciate it.
BTW, anyone who's seen teh Biiiiiiiiiig plume o'smoke over east London? it's coming from the olympic stadium, warehouse fire. We've got a perfect view and thought it was coming from Russell square or Farringdon, and were impatiently refreshing BBC news 24 and Reuters to see what it was. (classic quotes : 'Bugger CNN, Reuters gets it half an hour before the BBC, and CNN tend to be useless!')