my drug of choice is a pixy stix

Wow. I read a lot of fic this evening. Maybe it's my spiffy new glasses (well, lenses) making the world all sharp again. No wonder I was getting frustrated - my sphere (the basic refractive error) had gone down but my cyl (astigmatic error) had increased, making the fine details a bit smear-y looking. Nothing I'd be able to identify without knowing, but enough to drive me batty.

One-hour service at optical express, though? Not so one-hour. Add another 50% on top of me sitting around in there waiting. Also the guy kept trying to tell me that I really should have the pupil distance set to my proper pd (my last optician found out I'd been wearing glasses set 6mm wrong for years and years and never noticed, so left them as they were since it seemed fine) and that it might induce a squint, despite the fact that I'd already told him I was an orthoptist. Um, I think of the two of us, I'm the one who would notice me starting to squint first, mate. Also, I'm exophoric, and the decentration of my lenses will only help with that rather than exacerbating it. I really wanted either to smack him or to say 'There there, dear. Stop worrying the fluff in your brain and accept that I know what I'm talking about.'

And now for something interesting to those in non-optical professions!

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I never thought anyone could write perfectly in-voice Psych fic until I read this. And then gobbled up everything else she'd written in the fandom in quick succession.

The Dah-Ling Store-It-Yourself by nixa_jane. Summary: The bad news is that one of Lassiter's highest profile arrests has just escaped from prison. The worse news is that his best hope of tracking him down is a sleep-deprived Shawn Spencer.


Tags: psych, shawn/lassiter, slash, fic, genre:mystery, a:nixajane

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maybe we forgot, are we awake or not?

I wish there was a way to register myself with spammers as a female-type person and thus avoid having to hear all about how they can make my giant penis a hit with the ladies.

I mean, I have a total girl-crush on Bridget Regan from Legend of the Seeker, but then, who doesn't?


In other news, some of my DVDs are surprisingly valuable, relatively speaking, on Amazon Marketplace. Others not so much. And one book I've sold I have since realised that, due to the fees and cost of postage, I will be taking a small loss on. Dang. But in theory I should be able to streamline my DVD collection, free up shelf space and - ahem - fill it again.

This evening I'm driving down to ionaonie's house for an evening of pretty, pretty men and retardedness. Then next weekend, me, ionaonie, seektheinfinite and thisissirius are going to see The Secrets of Sherlock Holmes in theatre in London, which I am totally excited about! Followed by on either Saturday or Sunday chillin' with krazykipper in Oxford. Busy busy busy 0-0

I guess I'd better do a rec, huh? BTW, is anyone reading these now I've started again? I hope so, but I haven't heard anything either way.

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Like Bad Wallpaper by flawedamythyst. Summary: In which John discovers that family weddings really are the worst way to spend an evening, and Sherlock solves a mystery.


Tags: sherlock, sherlockholmes, sherlock/john, holmes/watson, slash, fic, a:flawedamythyst

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Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

BTW, I totally forgot about this, oops, but this is me with Brandon Routh at ComicCon:




...it just took me longer to get the sizing right on that photo so it won't overflow everyone's monitors than it did for me to meet him, get my picture twice since it failed the first time, and run away to squee. FAIL.