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Aug. 14th, 2010 12:23 amWow. 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!
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.
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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
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!
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
