{ breezing through }

I've been totally spamming y'all this past week; I apologise. The thing is, nto a lot is happening. On Saturday, I went to work, came home, played with Baby Cousin and went out for crouchingmajor's birthday meal (more on that in a bit). On Sunday we purged the house. Seriously, we cleaned everything. This house traps dust in unbelieveable amounts. I can't quit sneezing.

I watched BSG this morning and I'm just...yay! It was so awesomely done. I'm just going to sit in my little shippy corner and be happy. No commentaries just...*sigh*

The meal on Saturday was great fun; the Fairy, bless her, was so knackered. We sat there giggling most of the night through. It's her birthday do at the weekend but I can't go :( [The Family arriveth then]. Hopefully Esme's coming on Sunday but I don't really know.

I'm going to dig out my Numb3rs episodes so I can finish my fic!

Edit: crouchingmajor? Am trying to upload stuff for you but 'tis taking its time. Sorry.

Edit II: Hee! Beckett love :)

{ where is my boy? }

So I just watched Sniper Zero and Dirty Bomb and I think I'm going to have to find another disk because these two are the two least Don-related episodes I own. Not much use on the Don fic, you see? Lou Diamond Phillips is good, though and my love for Peter MacNicol grows more and more. In Sniper Zero, he's talking about the likelihood of his aunt being mauled by a bear (or the other way around) and how children are...wormholes. Then, in Dirty Bomb, he's freaking out about armageddon, hee! And that's also the episode with the second best scene of the season - Don smacking Gerthy upside the head. Classic. The best scene is on Alan's date when he brings in the duck and the woman owns two as pets. Brilliant, briliant!

As amusing as the past hour and twenty has been, it gets me no further. I still don't know what to write in the third part of the fic. *sigh*

{ wherein I whine about petty things }

So SVU didn't tape and I figured it was because sometimes the VCR is odd and stops. I don't know. So I figure, let's watch something else. So I stick in my TWW tape and that wouldn't play either. SO, hum, something's wrong, right? So I hit eject.

The bloody tape is stuck and won't come out.

To make matters worse, I think it's chewing up the tape (*cries*) and The Sister thinks I brok ethe VCR. Uh, excuse me, but how? The last time I touched the damn thing was on Saturday night and I know someone else has been at it since because they ejected my tape and put it half in when they were done. And all I did today was put the tape in.

Yes, I get it. People are dieing/starving in other countries but of my few comforts, my VCR is pretty much a cherished object. I am going to scream.