| Poem for Saturday |
[Jan. 31st, 2004|11:27 am] |
( Possum Crossing )
My husband has taken one boy to Hebrew school and the other to a friend's, meaning that I can sit here with my sore throat and try to do something about all the stupid Trek news that piled up yesterday. My co-worker said that there was lots and lots of CSI news so I figured she was busy writing five stories. She wrote two. Fuck, I wrote two Trek stories and I couldn't even swallow properly, and now she's gone for the weekend leaving me with about 50 bullets.
Forgot to mention that in addition to October Project in the mail yesterday I got The World of Jack Aubrey, courtesy an Amazon.com gift certificate from the affiliate link on my web site. Between this and Hornblower's Navy which a friend in England sent me a couple of years ago, I am wallowing in Nelsonian geekdom. Someone stop me before I try to go to Greenwich for the big anniversary bash at the maritime museum next year.
And hee, there's a ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif) maximus_tm in Theatrical Muse. He and col_kira_nerys have a lot in common, don't they? But I should not be having lustful crossover universe thoughts, should I, because she wouldn't, would she?
Wrong thought for the morning: Russell Crowe hurts his shoulder, delaying the start of shooting for Cinderella Man, and the first thing I think is, "Damn, this probably means he won't be in Toronto at the same time as Jennifer Connelly and Paul Bettany." |
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