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some scatterings
I keep opening a tab to post, and then I find I'm at a loss as to what to post about. I've been puttering along as usual, the thoughts in my head have been fairly benign, and I'm not feeling particularly bad or particularly good, all in all. I want to say something interesting and clever but there doesn't seem to be much of the interesting or clever amongst the scattered things in my head. Perhaps it will come in a bit, because I have noticed a fascinating trait about myself: whenever I say that I do not have a lot to say, I somehow end up going on for paragraphs.
i. October has come, and the world is finally beginning to really taste like autumn. I am waiting for the tree overhanging my roof and peering into my window to change -- it goes a brilliant gold and fills the room with light. But it is stubbornly remaining green, which rather gets in the way of the autumnal aesthetic I seek. And several days ago my mother and siblings and I lay on our backs on the front lawn and watched the clouds -- the tree across the road has gone gold and there is a spray of leaves beneath it, and there was a thunderstorm rolling in, great dark looming clouds billowing after one another like briny waves churning in the sky and the wind rushing through the leaves and scattering them hither and thither.
ii. I have finished Firefly! Which is rather sad, because now there isn't any more, but now I can abscond with someone's copy of Serenity and at last wander comfortably around fandom. I should make a post about Firefly eventually, because there is so very much to say about it and I don't think I've got the energy for it just now, or the presence of mind, because I start to compose something and it ends in flailing and gibberish and squee. I want to do a great big meta-y post on the pioneer/Oriental culture and how perfect it is, but it keeps on not coming out. Well, maybe when I get my laptop back. Hopefully it will be fixed properly so that I can actually get documents off of it.
iii. I, er. Want to say something. I just don't know what it is. Er, stuff.
i. October has come, and the world is finally beginning to really taste like autumn. I am waiting for the tree overhanging my roof and peering into my window to change -- it goes a brilliant gold and fills the room with light. But it is stubbornly remaining green, which rather gets in the way of the autumnal aesthetic I seek. And several days ago my mother and siblings and I lay on our backs on the front lawn and watched the clouds -- the tree across the road has gone gold and there is a spray of leaves beneath it, and there was a thunderstorm rolling in, great dark looming clouds billowing after one another like briny waves churning in the sky and the wind rushing through the leaves and scattering them hither and thither.
ii. I have finished Firefly! Which is rather sad, because now there isn't any more, but now I can abscond with someone's copy of Serenity and at last wander comfortably around fandom. I should make a post about Firefly eventually, because there is so very much to say about it and I don't think I've got the energy for it just now, or the presence of mind, because I start to compose something and it ends in flailing and gibberish and squee. I want to do a great big meta-y post on the pioneer/Oriental culture and how perfect it is, but it keeps on not coming out. Well, maybe when I get my laptop back. Hopefully it will be fixed properly so that I can actually get documents off of it.
iii. I, er. Want to say something. I just don't know what it is. Er, stuff.
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Oooh, gingerbread. (Which I was thinking about making today, but I have been Busy(ish), so now I will have to settle for flavouring some of the loaves of bread dough we have got knocking about in the freezer with sesame seeds and maybe garlic powder if I can find some and baking rolls. Because store-bought wheat bread is just not cutting it for sandwiches for me today, let me tell you.) ♥! Also I have been rather meaning to comment on more of your entries, but let me assure you that this lack of commenting much is a f-list-wide plague and not an isolated outbreak; my mind has been a lot less focused than usual lately, which is especially bad when you consider that to my mind, "focused" amounts to "only when Paul McGann is saying stuff with the letter r in".
YES YOU MUST. I NEED SOMEONE BESIDES THE ENTIRE REST OF MY F-LIST TO SQUEE WITH. ...Uh, yeah!
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I really want to make gingerbread, only I reallyreallyreally need to get my finances sorted out. If my bank would ever send me deposit slips it would be helpful. But whatever. I could make molasses cookies though, and that would be cheaper. Hmmm.
♥!! And yes, I think it is an autumn affliction. Or we shall call it that, to make ourselves feel better, yes?
I am afraid you shall have to rely on the entire rest of your f-list, m'dear, unless you are capable of doing a great feat of convincing. At this point, I'd rather watch another episode of Blackpool than Firefly. -hides-