Madame Airlock will see you now.

[icepixie]

Having no interest in any sport involving a ball, I've been ignoring the World Cup hoopla. However, I have heard enough about the vuvuzela controversy to find this LOTR parody absolutely hilarious. :D

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In fic-writing news, I...appear to be writing kid!fic. For the fic in question, a kid was always going to be in the background, but now there have been several straight paragraphs featuring her. Given that the last time I actually interacted with a child under school-age was when I was a small child myself (No, really, I remember the last time. It was 1989. I was five.), this is rather inconvenient. I am having to look up things like, "When do kids start speaking in sentences?" and "When do they get too heavy to pick up?" and "Two-year-olds eat solid food, right?"

There are many, many reasons you never want to ask me to babysit. These are some of them. (Another big one is because my response would probably be along the lines of, "Sorry, I was looking forward to cleaning my bathroom. With a toothbrush. And some spit.")

The other fic torturing me is less a fic than an idea--the "Susan Ivanova, Laura Roslin, and Cordelia Vorkosigan meet up and send bad guys out an airlock (or to some equivalently bad end)" idea I keep wanting to write. Except I'm not really sure how to do such a crossover without a lot of explanatory gobbledy-gook. Maybe they all stumble across the same interdimensional portal and have to kick the ass of someone trying to close it down? Or perhaps the Doctor--Ten, I think--brings them all together somehow, and they kick his ass. (That may have something to do with me just wanting to see Ten get beaten up by someone. Anyone would do.)

Maybe I could just start in medias res with Susan's boot on someone's neck and take it from there, leaving the explanation for how all three of them came to be in the same place to your fertile imaginations.

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[rowdycamels.livejournal.com]

I am having to look up things like, "When do kids start speaking in sentences?" and "When do they get too heavy to pick up?" and "Two-year-olds eat solid food, right?"

If I ever have kids, I'm bringing them to your hermit house, STAT. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

(Relatedly, the Doctor Who finale? MAKES ME WANT TO PUNCH BABIES. Oh, Moff, I'd thought better of you.)