quiet

I have solived my botox-related feet-slip-out-from-underneath-me getting up from the sofa problem. Hooray for yoga mats!

Today has, so far, been nice and calm and peaceful and not-stupid and that is made of WIN and AWESOME. Tomorrow Chris and I are going out for a movie in the afternoon. Sunday we have short respite and then Lots Of Crap To Do.

Thank you, everyone, for being so nice the past few days. *loves all of you*

Edit: Because the question has come up, we're seeing In Search of A Midnight Kiss (link goes to Youtube trailer, worksafe) as part of the siff supporters thingy. It looks good.

today's dose of clickies

Man stole Miami-Dade transit buses, drove them on their routes overnight, then put them back.

Man shoots his own lawnmower. WHY do people do this, this shooting of random inanimate objects? It's not like they're going to apologize or something, seriously, WTF? No wonder guns make me uncomfortable. It just doesn't make any sense, to do that.

(Yeah, I know safe gun usage exists, I know, second amendment, etc. Doesn't change the fact that guns give me the freakin' heebiejeebies.)

drastic measures

title: drastic measures
author: phinnia
illustrator and graphics white wizard: jane_hidell
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
author's note: fifth in a sporadically updated set of fluffy wilson-centered ficthings done by request! Writing by me; pixel-Wilsons by jane_hidell. Sounds fun, doesn't it? It IS fun. If you want your own, go here and ask for one! (the rules, which are kind of minimal, are in the post. <3)
( you are not buying that. )