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Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn.

There's a trailer for Smallville Season five.

::whines:: Natasha. It's gonna try to suck me in, isn't it? How can I save you with the good porn slash when the bad television is trying to suck me in?

Damn.

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There's this character meme going around and it gives me something to do when I'm mind-numbingly bored. Through this meme I ended up slashing Daniel Jackson (SG-1) and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce (Ats). And now I *really* want to find some fic with them and read it. Because I could *so* see that working.

( Natasha and I even worked it out. )

And, well, maybe it wouldn't work. But I think it would be fun to read. If I was at all confident about writing fanfiction, I'd maybe even attempt it myself. But I'm not, so I won't. At least any time soon.

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Tom started school today. Junior year of high school. Scary.

Mom and I watched "Instinct" and then I watched "The Defiant One." Still love in massive amounts. Also watched the first part of Rome with Mom. LOTS of people in it. Every screen its like there's someone new to squee over. Gonna try to catch more of it. Should be interesting.

Neesh comes over tomorrow to finish Firefly. Finally. Hopefully.

Oh, Natasha, I've got another fic rec for you. Short, Firefly. Whenever you want it. :)

I'm gonna go read trashy romance novels now. They're like cotton candy for the brain.

Mmm, Radishes

Have been dusting this morning. My god! You could plant crops on the bottom shelves of the end tables.

It's not just dust anymore; it's dirt.

And I dusted not that long ago, too!

It will get even worse now since a lot of the fields that had things in them have been harvested. When the wind really picks up, whole fields will move miles.

Bleh.

Reminds me of the story in Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle in which one girl did not like to bathe. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle instructed the parents to let her get as dirty as she wanted and then plant radish seeds on her in the night. Soon they were pulling tiny radishes out of the dirt that had layered on her face and arms from not bathing. Eventually, the little girl started taking baths again. Can you blame her? I wouldn't want someone gardening me.