So having been bombarded by offers for a home for the bendy snakes via the reptile forum I hang out on, I drove down to Northamptonshire today to drop them off in their new home. With them went dear Tyson; I'm going to miss him, but he deserves a really good pet home, where he'll be pampered and spoilt. I want to concentrate on breeding the corns, and with him being a common he doesn't fit in with those plans. ( Read more... )

( And what of the other new arrival? )

Albino bulls come home tomorrow! So far, top of the list for names are Bandit and Boxer; the lady bull snake who is currently in with Zico is called Bandita! Thus far I haven't seen him doing the business, but they're snuggled up under his hide box so we shall see.

And now i'm going to try beating some sense out of some fic, so I'll see y'all later!

You know, I'm in a remarkably good mood.

Not just because I have that rarest of things - a day off - but various things are looking not only positive, but interesting. And interesting is good, right? Right.

As 2007 was the year of the one-shot (for me, at least), it looks like 2008 might be the year of the Epic. Yeah, I know I said No More Epics... but I've got two to finish (A Matter Of Life And Death and Beneath These Waves), and an idea that's been drifting around in my mind for a while now is beginning to take shape. And it isn't something I can easily cover in a one-shot, not and do it justice.

I've been mooching the 'net, doing a little research, and I think this could be a good 'un. AU (natch), historical, set in the late seventeenth century. During the heady times of the Restoration, when the whole of England went bonkers for drinking, wenching, debauchery and general frivolity after the long, cold years of the Commonwealth that followed the Civil War.

It's going to be mostly Maiden and Zico - but then, I daresay a number of others will crop up here and there. Partly because I cannot resist the idea of men in tight pants and flowing cloaks, in the dark on Hampstead Heath (or any wild and wooly place, really) - lit by the hunter's moon, long hair stirred by a gusting breeze....

Heh.

Highwaymen, anyone?

I have a sick beastie.

It isn't mine.

( Just when you think you've seen it all, someone comes in with a shiny new type of asshat! )

On a happier note, I was showing the nieces a big healthy male Yemen chameleon who's boarding at the shop while his owner is on his hols. Lovely animal, hates being in his viv and wants to sit on your head for hours - so after he'd been shown off (and sat on my head eyeing the premises like an interested shareholder) he had to go back in his viv.

Cue a battle. I almost had him in there when he shot forward, and grasped the first thing he laid his odd little paw on as tight as he could. Believe me, those things have one heck of a grip on them, and very sharp claws.

Which were wrapped tight around the end of my nose.

You know the bit between your nostrils? Just where the end of your nose curves over?

There.

I did holler. Oh boy did I.

It's still sore now.

Still, I managed to get him back into his house by the simple method of standing still (with my eyes watering, I might add) until he got his weight onto my face, then walked up my hair to sit on my head. Then I grabbed him round the middle and dumped him (gently but firmly) back in his house.

And then, of course, had to face the delighted grins of the customers who's witnessed said pantomime... oy vey!

So I've had a reshuffle in the bedroom - the pygmies are going to go into an unused 3' fishtank with a mesh lid, give them more space. Also, hopefully, I'll be able to see them a bit more clearly and maybe even get them breeding.

The baldies have two day old pups, the baby lemmings are still with us and just as cute as cute can be. Rosie has eaten her first meal with us, and all seems well on the beastie front! (Except for the poor old chameleon, but we'll see about him.)

To top it all off arrys_girlie has updated Forever And One last night! Huzzah!

:D

Hooked? Me?

This should surprise nobody that knows me.

Gacked from tiggothy:

Link: The Bem Sex Role Inventory Test written by weirdscience on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

In other news, Heading For Tomorrow on fiendess_fic is taken a turn for the seriously awesome. My fingers are chewed to a nub. Go High Seas! :D

I have caught Slay's cold.

Those of you that know me know that I am a bit of a bloke when I'm ill, and this virus is a bit of a humdinger. (Last time I felt this rough I flew to Milan via Stockholm and almost blew out my eardrums, but that's another story.)

However. I have nowhere I have to be until Monday, so I'm going to take care of my bloody self for once. Thus, being ill is much much easier when:

1 - Modern cold meds are strong enough to have one nigh on tripping one's bollocks off.

2 - One can curl up in bed wrapped up nice and cosy with a cool drink by one's side.

3 - One has a laptop on one's knee and a supply of DVDs by one's side.

I'm almost cheerful, especially considering that I've just watched the interviews on the Helloween DVD and OMG. So. Slashy. (Markus talking about how when you're bored on the tourbus you just curl up in a corner with someone and get to know them better to pass the time? Dani relating how he and Andi share various bottles of wine rather than partying, and how he and Markus share an apartment and-- yeah, my brain asplodey.)

I also have my sketchbooks and pencils here, just in case I get bored. Speaking of which, last night I could't sleep so I drew another picture inspired by duffnstuff's new fic, Kings Of Fools - specifically, this bit:

'This thing was definitely a man. His eyes, although red and almost pulsing with intense amusement, had a human shine to them, and his lips bled crimson where his sharp teeth grazed the skin. His cheeks, paler than his left arm, but darker than his right, flushed with delight and his broad, upwards-turned lips twitched at the corners. Greasy, limp hair as black as his clothes fell to his shoulders, where a piece of white cheesecloth stained brown with old blood was knotted about his throat.'

( Beware the Jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch! )

Only one other bandfic has ever moved me to draw a couple of characters from it - arrys_girlie's High Seas adventures. But that description gave me such a clear picture in my mind's eye I just had to have a crack at it....

Anyway, I'm going to curl up with a Gamma Ray DVD and blow my nose a lot. I love my laptop.

OK, so I've started my Biffno thing.

(BFNoWriMo, or BandFic Novella Writing Month. For those who don't know.)

Hmm. 800 words a day for a month? Should be OK. Course, whether it'll ever get finished (let alone read) is another matter - but not one for tonight.

Nope, tonight I still have a couple of hundred words to go.

*Scribbles frantically*

As I know a lot of people on the Flist aren't Rockfic members, I thought I'd stick a few pieces on my journal for them to peruse, should they want to. If you're not a member and you like it, then I would heartily recommend getting a membership because there's lots and lots of awesome stories on the archive - even if slash isn't your thing, it's worth getting a year's membership!

Title: Trichomania

Fandom: Gamma Ray

Pairing: Dirk/Dan

Rating: Slash, NC17 (whatever that means. There's grown up activities involving willies and lube, anyway.)

Disclaimer: Although this tale features characters that share an awful lot of characteristics with the individuals who go to make up the featured rock band, it isn't them. I'm fully aware of that fact; they're completely their own people, and this is a fantasy based on their stage personas, interviews and other material in the public domain. No malice or impeachment is intended to the band, their families, friends, management companies or anyone else involved with them in any way, shape or form. No money is being made from this tale, it's written purely for the enjoyment of the author...and her readers.

It's fiction. Enjoy it as such.

Summary: Dirk teases, Dan suffers.

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Nicked from hector_rashbaum:

( 2006, in fic terms: )

And now I should really finish packing, get a shower, call my sister... *erk*

Had a great time sunday visiting glammetalkitten, even if we were ignored by rockstars (*pfah*) and sneered at by their girlfriends. Who all look the same. I reckon they get the bloody things mail order.

(Oh, and I fell in lust with a bassist - who, arrys_girlie thinks, looks like my beloved Dirk! She actually has a point...)

AND I've just posted another chapter of Journeyman. Am now on the last one, the epilogue being nine tenths written already. The damn thing laid dormant for a year then, with a good poke from rdyfrde, arrys_girlie and some fairly constant quiet under-the-table nagging from rockfic took off like a sodding rocket and won't shut up.

Can't wait to get it finished. And then never look at the flippin' thing again!

Best of all? Off to part-ay with rathenar tomorrow after work! Gonna be fun. Gonna stay on the boat. Gonna get very lost driving round Cambridge in the fog....

And now I'm knackered, so goodnight y'all.

And, of course, on a completely unrelated note--

This picture gave me a ( bunny: )

*Heeheehee*

(Thanks as ever to the wonderfulness that is rdyfrde!)

I should eat....