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Hanging at Auntie Rachie's again. It's tea and bitching day. I do like tea and bitching day.

Onwards, there may yet be more fic editing. Praise googledocs!


Plus we have white chocolate fingers. Yum.

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Done some minor editing on the Cabin Pressure fic I'm writing. Probably about two-third/three-quarters done with that, which is nice. Can't edit the Sherlock fics till I get home but I'm going to have to get on and finish those darn things as well.
Must... get off arse and fix them up for posting, damnit.

Today has been mostly annoted by the non-wisdom of a demendted Charlie Sheen. A soundbite for every occasion. (And we are very definitely not winning, but we are still eating chocolate fingers. Which IMO is far better all round.)


We've found that those soundbites work really well if used in place of Lion-O's dialogue in Thundercats. "I am special! I will never be one of you, Snarf..."

(He has Tygra blood, apparently...)

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We should not be left unattended with chocolate fingers, we're now discussing which Biker Mouse from Mars was most crush-worthy. I still say none, I wanted Basil of Baker Street.

Also... Samurai Pizza Cats. Insanely amazing y/y?

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You know that thing when you're writing away, tapping-tap-tap-tap at the keys, and you can't damn well think of the word you want, or the way of expressing the thing you want to say? You can visualise the exact concept and you know there's a concise method of saying it, but the exact answer skitters away every time you get close so, to save halting completely and driving yourself mental, you typety-type-type-tappety-tap the sort of thing you want to say, the long way round, that's kind of close but not right. Only you still can't think what that word or phrase you want actually is so every time you revise you tweak the sort of version a bit, adding in a bit here or changing a bit there, until the concise phrasology you wanted is a bloated, overworked monstrosity of a paragraph?
Only now it's become something altogether different from the initial issue and you've forgotten that there was an original point you failed to make so you just move on. Until eventually you look at it and go "Why the HELL is this part so damn TURGID? Why did I not just say [the phrase you were probably looking for in the first place]?"

Yeah, I'm at that bit. Where everything I look at in this fic is painfully over-written and now I have to go back and make it far less verbose but I just don't want to because there's so darned much of it.
(When I wrote the intro I was having a fail!day where words just... weren't happening, so it would seem.)

*headdesks* Fffuuuuuu, I haven't even got to the porny bit yet.