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Brains are dumb and made of meat. Where have I been for (checks last post, grimacing) a year and a half? Nowhere, just not here. Unlike the last time I went for an extended posting break, I haven't even been keeping up with DW. I think I got overwhelmed, or stuck in my own broken headspace, or something.

Blathering )

Hi, I missed you. I'm trying to get over myself and get back into this community. Please forgive me if I'm more awkward than usual. It's been a while.
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Trying to gently point out to your boss that passing around a bereavement card for an employee whose child died in a drowning accident, when said card has a waterfall on the cover, is perhaps not ideal.

I'm very glad that I didn't even have to get very far into it before she gasped and took it back.

Unfortunately, the last card in her stash also had a stock image of water. I guess tears=>water, meaning it's a common theme for bereavement.

I think I'm gonna go home and hug the stuffing out of the Emperor tonight.
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Inspired by [livejournal.com profile] sheafrotherdon's recent Festival of Hands, an ode to the hands of Sheppard and McKay on "Stargate: Atlantis" (do not taunt happy fun fangirls), I cracked under the weight of a vicious plot bunny and wrote a fic. An actual, "get the hell out of my brain and into words" fic. It's slashy and ridiculous, and I feel giddy and exposed and embarrassed.

For those of you that do this all the damned time, I salute you.
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