no thought was put into this
Ugh, I came back to work to find 197 emails to be sorted through in my inbox. The inability of people to reschedule a meeting without me is apparently epic. Luckily, boss1 is out and boss2 is relatively self-sufficient (I have a new i-don't-know-if-she's-my-boss person, but she's out today, though very active on email, telling me how to do my job and let's not discuss that right now), so I've just been sorting and replying and trying to reschedule, though of course everyone wants every meeting to be in the first week of January and there are only so many hours available. *hands*
Christmas itself was lovely - I had some nice conversations with people, both serious and geeky (my older nephew's ride-or-die stanning of Anakin Skywalker never fails to be hilarious - he's 23, so the prequels hit him in the sweet spot of an influential age) - and ate a lot of lovely food and drank some really awful sangria - I understand using Coke to give it fizz and sweetness, but I shouldn't taste nothing but Coke in something you're charging me $9 a glass for! And then I came home yesterday afternoon and conked out for a while. I was off last week, but given everything I was doing (and how little I was able to actually sleep), it doesn't feel like it. I keep reminding myself this is a short week - I'm out again on Friday, and there's a four-day weekend and I'm not going anywhere or doing anything for New Year's Eve. It's going to be me, a bottle of wine, and hopefully the same Thin Man marathon on Channel 13 they show every year and it's going to be GLORIOUS. (Okay, sometimes it's the Marx brothers or Astaire & Rogers, but you get the idea.)
I haven't really had the time or the focus to dive deep into Yuletide, but here is a small set of recs:
iZombie
Now Draw Me Close by [Anonymous]
Five ways Liv Moore and Ravi Chakrabarti could have met and one way they met for a second time. Liv and Ravi have great chemistry and end up together in all sorts of alternate universes. Delightful!
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The Golem and the Jinni
The Greatest City in the World by [Anonymous]
Lovely look at Chava and Ahmed over the years, after the end of the book.
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Ocean's Eleven
The High Life by [Anonymous]
"Maybe we need a break," Rusty said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"I had one. Eighteen months in the federal pen," Danny answered.
"That's not a break, that's appropriate sanctions." Rusty cracked open an eye and peered at him. "When I wake up, we are getting a map. And then we're taking a drive." <333
thieves at heart by [Anonymous]
Danny and Rusty. Their names are always said together and Rusty knows that's how it'll always be. They're partners.
Not in the way he wants, and he feels bad for wanting more, wanting what Danny can't give. It doesn't change the way Rusty feels, but the way he feels doesn't change the way things are, either.
Apparently Rusty's not as good at reading Danny as he thought. Danny and Rusty through the years. <3
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Rivers of London
Posh by [Anonymous]
A smooth, polished floor is an invitation for kids - of all ages. Guleed reflects on poshness and makes friends whilst waiting for her colleagues. Yay Guleed!
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Six of Crows
Her Heart is a River by [Anonymous]
Inej and Kaz have an adventure at sea. I enjoyed this a lot.
ebb and flood by [Anonymous]
You climb up, but if you fall, the Barrel will be waiting. The Barrel was there to break you. She had been bound to the ground for three weeks following, nursing a limp that looked like a mummer’s mockery of Kaz’s. She did stretches in her small room, all but climbed the walls. It wasn’t fear that she had felt, being trapped in the Slat, the Barrel, the Dregs (with Kaz), but a restlessness. A hum that settled in her bones, electric and pulsing, that made her fingers and her toes twitch.
This is what she learned, trapped: never let a thing break you here. Never let a thing hold you down and keep you. Inej returns to Ketterdam. Sharp and melancholy.
Sail Upon the Land by [Anonymous]
Lovely story in which Inej reunites with the people she loves upon returning to Ketterdeam. ♥
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As for my stories, I've heard from all four recipients and they seem pleased, so I'm calling it a success. I'd remind you about guessing, but I'd be surprised if most of you have even found any of them, let alone read or liked them. (I mean, there is the possibility they are just not very good, and in one case I might even agree that I probably shouldn't have gifted it to someone? Not because I think it's bad, per se, just odd; it's a story that didn't do what I thought it would when I started it, but I was bound and determined and so that's probably my fault. It was a treat and the person seemed to get a gift they really liked so it worked out, I guess. But anyway, yuletide is so huge, what are the odds you'd even find my stories, let alone guess they're by me?)
Hopefully at some point I'll be able to devote more attention to reading.
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people have commented there.
Christmas itself was lovely - I had some nice conversations with people, both serious and geeky (my older nephew's ride-or-die stanning of Anakin Skywalker never fails to be hilarious - he's 23, so the prequels hit him in the sweet spot of an influential age) - and ate a lot of lovely food and drank some really awful sangria - I understand using Coke to give it fizz and sweetness, but I shouldn't taste nothing but Coke in something you're charging me $9 a glass for! And then I came home yesterday afternoon and conked out for a while. I was off last week, but given everything I was doing (and how little I was able to actually sleep), it doesn't feel like it. I keep reminding myself this is a short week - I'm out again on Friday, and there's a four-day weekend and I'm not going anywhere or doing anything for New Year's Eve. It's going to be me, a bottle of wine, and hopefully the same Thin Man marathon on Channel 13 they show every year and it's going to be GLORIOUS. (Okay, sometimes it's the Marx brothers or Astaire & Rogers, but you get the idea.)
I haven't really had the time or the focus to dive deep into Yuletide, but here is a small set of recs:
iZombie
Now Draw Me Close by [Anonymous]
Five ways Liv Moore and Ravi Chakrabarti could have met and one way they met for a second time. Liv and Ravi have great chemistry and end up together in all sorts of alternate universes. Delightful!
*
The Golem and the Jinni
The Greatest City in the World by [Anonymous]
Lovely look at Chava and Ahmed over the years, after the end of the book.
*
Ocean's Eleven
The High Life by [Anonymous]
"Maybe we need a break," Rusty said, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"I had one. Eighteen months in the federal pen," Danny answered.
"That's not a break, that's appropriate sanctions." Rusty cracked open an eye and peered at him. "When I wake up, we are getting a map. And then we're taking a drive." <333
thieves at heart by [Anonymous]
Danny and Rusty. Their names are always said together and Rusty knows that's how it'll always be. They're partners.
Not in the way he wants, and he feels bad for wanting more, wanting what Danny can't give. It doesn't change the way Rusty feels, but the way he feels doesn't change the way things are, either.
Apparently Rusty's not as good at reading Danny as he thought. Danny and Rusty through the years. <3
*
Rivers of London
Posh by [Anonymous]
A smooth, polished floor is an invitation for kids - of all ages. Guleed reflects on poshness and makes friends whilst waiting for her colleagues. Yay Guleed!
*
Six of Crows
Her Heart is a River by [Anonymous]
Inej and Kaz have an adventure at sea. I enjoyed this a lot.
ebb and flood by [Anonymous]
You climb up, but if you fall, the Barrel will be waiting. The Barrel was there to break you. She had been bound to the ground for three weeks following, nursing a limp that looked like a mummer’s mockery of Kaz’s. She did stretches in her small room, all but climbed the walls. It wasn’t fear that she had felt, being trapped in the Slat, the Barrel, the Dregs (with Kaz), but a restlessness. A hum that settled in her bones, electric and pulsing, that made her fingers and her toes twitch.
This is what she learned, trapped: never let a thing break you here. Never let a thing hold you down and keep you. Inej returns to Ketterdam. Sharp and melancholy.
Sail Upon the Land by [Anonymous]
Lovely story in which Inej reunites with the people she loves upon returning to Ketterdeam. ♥
*
As for my stories, I've heard from all four recipients and they seem pleased, so I'm calling it a success. I'd remind you about guessing, but I'd be surprised if most of you have even found any of them, let alone read or liked them. (I mean, there is the possibility they are just not very good, and in one case I might even agree that I probably shouldn't have gifted it to someone? Not because I think it's bad, per se, just odd; it's a story that didn't do what I thought it would when I started it, but I was bound and determined and so that's probably my fault. It was a treat and the person seemed to get a gift they really liked so it worked out, I guess. But anyway, yuletide is so huge, what are the odds you'd even find my stories, let alone guess they're by me?)
Hopefully at some point I'll be able to devote more attention to reading.
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This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/897001.html.