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• Is Benton Fraser gonna have to choke a bitch?. Fraser would never have sanctioned this. Darn him for being all fictional and stuff.
  
  
• Now that the Due South Secret Santa authors have been revealed people are starting to link to the ones they wrote. I don't think this is mandatory, right? In any case, Light the Sun is mine, GIANT GIANT TYPOS and all. (yes, Virginia, I DO know the difference between 'there', 'they're', and 'their'). I blame the fact that I waited until the last minute to post it and was crunching the deadline. patchfire was oh, so patient with me saying, "I can't look at that link, I have to WRITE!!!"
  
  I kind of figured that when people read the part about the card game from back east, they'd figure out it was me. But then I realised, maybe not, because, um. It's not like it's common trivia knowledge or anything. *g* The game (because I know you're practically dying of curiosity here) is Tarabish and really does have confusing terms and scoring and just rules in general.
  
  The whole scene came from an actual game experience. There I was in Scotchtown in the middle of winter, the only non-Caper in the room, me and my little Great Big Giant cheat sheet, trying to wrap my ADD-laden brain around it all. Eventually they took my papers away and made me play without them. Needless to say I lost, very badly, despite everyone else being far drunker than I was (because I couldn't drink the moonshine and therefore stuck to wine). I had a good time, nonetheless.
  
  I'd still love to learn to play better, so if anyone who a.knows how to play and b.lives near me wants to play, I'm all for it. I'll need three of you, though, to make a [insert obscure word that probably exists meaning "two pairs of players necessary for Tarabish"].
  
  Also, I'd really like to repost my story on the archive without the typos and with a couple of other authors' notes. I'll be asking the mods about that soon.
  
  
• I have three things to watch. Well, more than three if you count EVERY EPISODE OF BSG. elementalv's BSG-DS crossover fic has made that one imperative. melpemone, I'll let you know how my download of your upload (doo-dah, doo-dah) came out tomorrow, because finishing that one's the first priority at the moment (I've seen like five minutes, so I can't tell yet, but it looks good so far, clarity-and-soundwise).
  
  Then there's this, which scriggle is sending me. *twirls her* I have an electronic copy (yay, fast!interwebz!), but I bet the hardcopy will have even better picture quality. I've only seen a few minutes of that, as well. I got to just about where this screencap is from, and figured I'd be wise to put it away while I still could. Mnrglf. (malnpudl, I can hear you muttering about how predictable I am from here. *twirls you as well*)
  
  But my house is (fairly) clean, I just have to clean my room (because it's a firetrap at the moment, omg), so I should have time for some day-off media-watching marathonage. Yay!
  
  
• I can't find my cellphone. This is a Problem, although not a new one. I know it's in my house, and I think it's in my room, so hopefully during cleanage tomorrow it'll turn up.
  
  
• I've found two prospective places to stay in October. I want to stay at a hostel, and apparently the Cabot Trail Hostel, which looks very nice, and is quite cheap. I need cheap because I'm staying for at least a week (a side trip to Toronto on the way back is not out of the question, so money is an object for sure). The other place I looked at is Bubbles Bay B&B, which looks so pretty and quiet and things and I'd rather go there, but it's twice as much money. It's technically not a hostel, even though I found it on a hostel search site.
  
  
• Capèrçaillie are god, may it do ya fine.
  
  Capèrçaillie - Coisich, A Ruin