So, where do people want me to hold the 2006 reunion?
(this post publically viewable on Songbird's LJ)
Ice cream makes all things better, even some family news I'd rather not have had. Well, R and I will hopefully be sorting that one out later (possibly with M and M... mm, chocolate...) so hopefully I won't be having too bad a day, even if I can't spend it with A :(
Gosh, look at all the nice cryptic initials. Songbird's LJ, the new gameshow! Though if you guess everything right I'm more likely to give you a snarky look than a million pounds.
I'm also about to join C in having my 21st celebrated at a national AGM, so go us!
...to buy STC a drink. A nice, big, expensive one.
Tue, Feb. 15th, 2005, 01:32 pm
You know, there are times when I just want to give Ull's Touch a damn good shootin'.
Who's with me?
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Okay. Res seems to want to keep this secret for some reason. It's probably a good reason, and I'd agree with it the moment I heard it, but I haven't yet, so I haven't. Um.
Anyway, the point being that I trust you guys to keep shtum, but consider this a heads-up that Julian Twice-Dead is a raving loon. I mean, OK, we knew that anyway, but still...
List of good ideas in this world:
- Running away
- Having sex with Johnny Depp
- Heating up a chocolate brownie then piling ice cream and chocolate fudge sauce on top
- Dancing the spiral into Malfeas to spy on the Triatic Wyrm
See what I mean?
It didn't work (hurrah?), and we've checked him out and he seems to be clean (well, he is now we've cleansed him to heck and back) but still... keep a weather eye out, huh, guys?
So you can all stop thinking about sneaking into my flat and reading those sealed envelopes.
OK. Soon as Res can get organised, the Straight and Narrow are off to do something that's probably going to be the biggest anticlimax in the history of the world.
Just in case my optimism is misplaced, here's my to-do list for someone else to pick up. Actually, on second thoughts, you can feel free to pick it up anyway.
Go to my flat and pick up the sealed envelopes from inside the box with the fondue set. THIS IS URGENT.
That number we picked up from the barracks was the serial number of an experimental psychiatric drug that makes people less emotional and more controllable. Insert your favourite conspiracy theory involving the water supply here, then move on and find out what Dr Anderson by the London Dungeon is doing with the thing. One of Morris's lot is also working on this one, so talk to him.
Disrupt the hell out of the Weaver. She's our enemy now, guys.
My god, it's full of spiders. Find out why Welwyn is full of Guardian Spiders hiding in warehouses. Talk to Charity. Unless you're male, in which case you might want to get someone else to do it.
Oh, and mind out for Kek, something seems to have done a cunning and sneaky post-hypnotic--suggestion job on him at some point, but we're not sure which of the Ws did it.
Didn't get around to poking at the increased incidence of surprise heart attacks, so someone else can feel free to do that anyway.
The Weaver-mages are doing stuff again, they did a job on someone's mind to make the poor girl think she was FCing and sent her in to collect info. Q can give you the details. So watch out for that, and keep a weather eye on the girl to see if she gets used again.
'Kay. Seeya later.
I used to think that it was maybe a bit selfish of me to hog the glory by Saving The World all by myself, and I ought to let other people have a go.
I really should have known better, shouldn't I?
Now, where did I put that skin-tight spandex?
Work is hectic with the ID card stuff being rushed through. The database is only half-debugged - guys, all your personal details are being held on something I'd reject as a beta test. Innit great?
Saving the world's not going too badly. It's a lot easier than convincing R that enjoying himself isn't actively bad. Though sitting at work with him on one line and S on the other, both panicking at me about their upcoming date, was worth everything I've ever suffered :) God knows what the pair of them would've done without me. God knows what they'll do on Monday when I'm not holding their hands...
...I'm so tempted to sneak along just to find out :)
All of which just leaves me M to sort out. Gah. How is it possible for one person to be so dim? Oh, wait, silly me, I know W...
I need myself some better friends, I really do.
Post a comment and I'll reply with my fondest memory of you but you gotta post this in your journal so other people can do the same. And if I've never met you in person before (or if I can't reconcile you as a person with you as an LJ), I'll make up something really cool*.
* Definitions of cool may vary. You have no statutory rights.