Alone again (naturally)

I'm baaaaaaaack! I mean, hi.

So my family left this morning. Mostly, the visit went very well: I was happy to see them, they were happy to see me, and their greatest criticism was that I hadn't put up more posters in my room. (Me: I decided that I would rather be able to eat than decorate. My mom: Even poor peasants try to make their space homey. Why don't you clips some pictures out of magazines and make a collage? Me: Because last I checked, my life isn't part of the nouvelle vague. [Okay, I didn't really say that last bit.]) We did a lot of stuff and I had a great time, although I'm very much feeling that I could use a vacation from this vacation, especially since my dad gave me his cold.

But they gave me other stuff, too! We were doing Christmas as "See something you want in Dublin, tell us what it is, and we will buy it for you (within reason)" this year, so I got to choose everything myself. Prezzies:

1. Don't You Have Time to Think? by Richard P. Feynman (Feynman was very much the type of man I would like to see Rodney become in 20 years. Minus the thing with bongos. *g* )
2. Creating Web Pages in Easy Steps by Nick Vandome (Finally!)
3. Cordelia's Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold
4. The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough (*vbeg*)
5. Flannel PJs
6. A beautiful wool throw from the Avoca handweavers (Perfect for when I'm working at my computer--IOW, 98% of the time)
7. The complete first series of the new Doctor Who (It comes in a TARDIS! *geekgasm*)

I have excellent taste!

My parents also brought me presents from my aunt (A California Farmers' Market shirt) and my uncle (Nick Drake's Bryter Layter). Oh, and slodwick made me ( this )

The best thing, though, is that my parents brought me the correct kind of charger for my camera, so I can take pictures again! Many were taken over the last week, so I'm going to break them into smaller groups. I'll start you off with:

( Dublin Signage )

More to come!

And finally, I'm at something like skip=200 bagillion, so if you said something to me in the last week, can you just poke me or link me or wave your arms and stomp your feet? I'm paying attention now, I swear. Well, mostly.

Fic Repost: Consilience (+Meta & Illustrations)

As some of you may be aware, I was one of the Mystery Schmoop Week writers for undermistletoe. Very few people figured out that the story was by me, and a few even thought it was by astolat, two things that make me really happy, though for different reasons. (Actually, I’m pleased that people thought the story was by any of the authors svmadelyn grouped me with--in fact, just seeing my name listed with those authors made me giddy with glee.) Unfortunately, my parents came before I got to participate in the guessing of the other stories, which means that I can go back and read them now that the authors have been revealed and go, “Oh, yeah. I would have totally guessed that. Obviously. No question” for each and every one. *eg*

BUT...I’m still interested and amused by why people did or did not guess that my story was by me. So, I’m reposting it here 1) with a couple of pictures, because they are cool and I am a dork, and 2) with some notes at the end regarding the things that I thought (for the most part, incorrectly) were going to give me away. And I’d love hear about people’s thought processes when it came to guessing--not just about my story, but any of them. I think it was rageprufrock who recently said that writers really just want to talk about their writing ALL THE TIME; this is true, but uh, I hope it is at least somewhat interesting for everybody else, and that you’ll grant me this one last bit of holiday indulgence.

~The Fic~

Title: Consilience
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Length: ~3000 words
Summary: Sometimes Rodney’s brain scares him.
Thanks to: svmadelyn, beta and challenge organizer extraordinaire!

( Consilience )

( The Meta )