a man of many talents? +gip

hey, dominatemeplz! i just looked up a journal article from the french comptes rendus de l'académie des sciences by a g. lucas.

of course it's possible this is a coincidence, but i think it's more likely to be a forged reference.

you come across a surprising number of those, going through scientific bibliographies article-by-article.

my fandom used to do it in the sock drawer. or was that a desk drawer? sock drawer sounds more sordid and reminds me of the freaky dream where the church ladies caught me at wax's granny's house and made me read handwritten het fic.

the plaintive flute of repetitive mind-numbing work?

wax is right: opera spoils you for other browers. i keep making the right-click mouse gestures. me: ::clickclickclick:: why isn't it WORKING?

whoa, COOL. Comptes-rendus de l'Athénée louisianais. date? 1876.

why can't these people be CAREFUL with their references--big!gay!andy AND the library, that is. they seem to add and subtract 'hebdomadaires' and 'des séances' from the titles indiscriminately, and andy always says ser. 2, but the library says série II.

almost two hours doing this? okay, whoa, does my head hurt. ::grimace::

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somehow i managed to LOSE a bibliography entry.

...>.>

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HAHAHAHA.

the premise is all shaky, but it's such a bloody good romp that it doesn't even matter. here--and hm. methinks it's time to update my recs page.

edit: i feel like i've been amassing recs to add at a fantastic rate, but in fact it can't be more than ten. i'll just save the file, updated, and upload it when i have some more changes to make. i have been meaning to start wading through the smallville archive again, or, in moments of desperation, to check out the other recs pages available via te's wereadshite. the only result of that thus far has been koi's 'three fairy tales of smallville.' which is, btw, extremely good.

this night of all nights

from all the baking mom did, it must've been in the nineties in the dining room all through dinner, not to mention stuffy and damp. light-headed and headachy is probably not the way to have passover dinner. at least it seemed to be over relatively quickly, although come to think of it, i think the matza dad hid is still hidden somewhere or other. the heat must be what makes me so lethargic and ... lethargic. -_-

in this this old house magazine is the cutest picture of a treehouse, a tiny one with gables sticking out between branches and this pretty bendy lothlorien-looking door frame.

wrote almost a whole nother k/s scene last night before i went to sleep with my computer balanced on my knees, which somehow makes the writing seem more urgent than when i do it at a desk, maybe because it's, like, pinning you to the bed (...ahahaha). whereas i always feel like i'm perching in the desk chair. at any rate, i got that far pushing harder and harder against this feeling of uncertainty and i even wrote a spockianly over-analyzed kiss and whatnot, and then i realized there was some huge chunk of story missing. i need to write about an episode's worth of plot in the middle between the first and second scenes. why does this ALWAYS happen, the greatest uncertainty and frustration, when i start intending to write an essentially plotless ficlet? the fandom just won't lend itself to plotless smut for me. i suppose now i stick it out as long as i can without writing k'sal.