i am so very bored

On Mood

A very useful barometer of my mood is my fic reading habits. I'm more likely to read stuff I'm already aware I will *hate* when in a bad mood, so as to have the opportunity of being vicious without being fair, and being able to blame it on my life-killing grumpiness when tsked for it. It's a thing. I read three today I knew I would hate. Yes. These are not good odds.

Rabbit Rollerderby

Two more days of bonding led to:

a.) Eight new scratches, reinfection of two more.
b.) Having to wear long sleeves in eighty degree heat because while my vanity could deal, I seriously could not think of any reasonable reason that I had scratches like this that wouldn't lead to someone trying to give me time off to see a therapist.
3.) Trimming all claws on the Seperis Warren. As expected, Reggie did the most pure damage, Waffles was kind of appalled at the necessity, Sloppy was certain we were trying to kill him, and Bryante looked up at me with huge, betrayed eyes, since during the earlier stages of bonding, we'd had a Moment.

When I say rabbit rollerderby, I'm mostly not joking. All that was missing was the skates. Following a signal invisible to mere humans, the rabbits would suddenly break into rapidly running around teh pen with me sitting in the middle. There was nipping and wrong directions and mid-air collisions that are absolutely impossible to describe because I'm still not sure why any sane rabbit stops, turns around, and starts running the opposite direction. In a circular pen, it never ends well. It was like Nascar, but furrier. Bryante, in a fit of sociability, would get bored adn climb into my lap, which he has never done before, allowing me the privilege of petting him.

I really, honestly believe that if I hadn't had to cut down his nails, this would be progress.

Other

I need brownies. So much. I am so going to commit something terrible and paperclip related soon. Argh. Or maybe check the vending machine for new chocolate. Hmm.

insta!rec - Movie Night by ltlj

Well. Who knew? One Twix, one fantastic story, and my life-destroying mood has eased, replaced with harmony with the universe and a strong desire to purr.

Movie Night by ltlj - continuing my slavish devotion to all things ltlj, I rec to you this, following Retrograde and Recovery. It's warm and sweet and fuzzy in that way that Atlantis so deserves, and it's just--it makes me all happy. Like Twix and coffee do. Better than coffee. Go read now. Feedback. Promise bribes.

rec - Ripples in the Space Between by miriel

Hmm. . A mea culpa moment.

Okay, this series--it's so not my usual style. I'm not a huge fan of the epistolatory (so?) writing, I'm seriously not a huge fan of OC's being the voice, and I'm *really* not a fan of the format at all.

Now, I'm saying this because I want to explain why I was stupid and didn't read it when it started posting. It didn't appeal, I skipped, then I got home and svmadelyn is like, I AM BUSY GO AWAY. Oh, I said. Okay, it wasn't like that, something about homework and not failing and it's not that I'm not okay with not failing, it's that I have no one to keep me occupied.

That was a digression.

Ripples in the Space Between by miriel. I actually read it middle to end to beginning, and then went back to do it chronologically. It's told from the POV of an OC scientist brought on the Daedalus, covering a bit over a year in Atlantis in the first part, three years later on the second, and the third covering the same period of time as the second but from a different pov. It's *interesting*, and I don't say this lightly, viewing Atlantis from the equivalent of a Lower Decks person, to use Voyager terminology. I would give--God--a LOT to get this more fleshed out other than in glimpses, but on its own, it's a marvelous and original story, and I really didn't expect to become this engrossed. The author's done a fabulous job in putting this together. The OC is a ob/gyn, dealing with medical, along with pregnancy rays, mpreg, and assorted, but it manages to be funny without being comedy, and very much how I imagine that the non-main characters of SGA must feel. This is a very, very good story, and again, my only wish would be for the author to go back and fill in all the history between the first and second story, flesh out the fascinating changes that occurred in those three years.

So yeah. Big fun. Happy. I mean, I'm abandoned and all, and not that I want A Certain Person to feel guilty or anything, but you know, this almost made up for it.