Packing! Of late, I have started loosing things rather spectacularly. My own little katana space. Wish I could figure out how to pull them back out to my plane of existence. My little note book with the pockets into which I stuffed baby pictures to show off at the con, gone. ((sigh)) Well I still have gazillions of pics on my laptop. I lost a whole unopened sack of dark chocolate chips a few days ago. And when I bought a new bag and baked the cookies I forgot the flour mixture in the first batch. So that's how they make butter brickle. I think I'll blame that one on Anya with whom I was chatting online at the time. Yeah, that one's Anya's fault.

Still raining. And the creeks are high. We are leaving extra early for the train in the morn just in case the freeway traffic goes psycho in the snow and rain. I apologized to my fellow convention goers for the Oregon weather on twitter this morning. We never did promise you dry, but we make up for with the beer.

Hope to see some of you soon.

Sitting here in my easy, drinking a bloody abomination, while listened to a new voice. Sherlock has finally started talking to me. Been able to hear John Watson for awhile, and even Mycroft. Come along now Lestrade. Welcome to my hovel boys. Mac, Joe, even Methos have stilled...watching me struggle. Good timing for good times. Two paying docs to write, that old guardbear claiming to be 'original' and finally bread crumbs cast by the detective. It's all good.

I wrote a bit of shiny pencil for Anya. She was been requesting Sherlock/Methos for sometime now, and though Methos is always willing, it was difficult to get Sherlock to agree to it...

Thanks very much to Mackiedockie for beta.

Slash, swearing, alley sex, PWP

Links to "The Eyes Have It":

at Highlander Fiction

or at AO3

This is really worth reading. Louise Brealey tweeted the link this morning. It's an article written by Henry Porter about and for his friend, writer Gilbert Adair. Link is to the Guardian.


My dying friend found kindness to be the rule, not the exception

Last day of a week in Alaska and not even one mosquito bite. How can this be?

Will be home by Thursday evening. I think. To tell the tale.

My friend and first beta methos_fan
passed away Tuesday from complications of Parkinson's Disease. There will be a
memorial Aug 28th at the Bahia Center. She is survived by her father, brother and nephew.

I had wanted to post more to you all while she was in the hospital, but she kept
telling me that she would tell you herself all about it when she was better.

Harlene loved the PWFC, and Peter, and working on the club's web pages. She
loved hiking and tai chi before her illness. She had a quirky sense of humor and
we loved to argue. I will miss her very much.

Oh, when I told her about Peter's new path she giggle and said, "Now he can say
I'm a doctor now, but I used to play one on TV."

She inspired my pen name here in fandom --

adabsolutely

A very short gen Sherlock story under the cut. Thanks very much to mackiedockie for beta duty.


Summary: A private entry in Dr. John Watson's blog.

( There but for the Grace... )

Just watched the ep of Endgame with PW. Excellent. Going to have to go back and watch more of this show.

We had a wind-thunder-lightening-rain storm this afternoon. Blew down a tall Leland cyprus in our yard. It did not drop quickly, but slowly over a ten minute period worked its way down as the wind beat on it and the saturated ground gave way. The root wad is only about four feet across, obviously too small to hold such a big tree in a persistent wind. So, Lelands aren't the ones to strap yourself to if you ain't going nowhere... They are a hybrid of the Monterey and Nootka Cyprus. They grow really fast, maybe too fast. I planted it in 96 and it was already 70 feet tall.

There is a clump of tulips in the root wad I'll try to save tomorrow after the wind has died. Electricity has been off and on.

weesam has answered our post of concern from a friend's house with electricity:

here at an earlier post

((((Sigh of relief))))