Odds and ends
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icepixieLook at this gorgeous ten-day forecast. I think I'm going to wear a skirt to work on Wednesday or Thursday. (Okay, that might be pushing it somewhat for outside, but the office is always really warm, so I think it'll work out for me.)
It can be springtimez nao? Maybe? It's already been in the 60s since Friday!
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I read a book the other day I thought I'd recommend: As She Climbed Across the Table, by Jonathan Lethem. If Nick Hornby and Tom Stoppard teamed up to write a novel about quantum physics, love, and American academia, it would look a lot like this. Although this novel was a bit more lightweight than the hypothetical one they would produce would be, I think. Still enjoyable, though.
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wintercreek did this meme, and I couldn't resist: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. I've got non-descriptive and ridiculous in spades. Pick any of them (as many as you want) and I'll either post a snippet or explain what the heck it's about.
due South
Increments
post-COTW
ten-dance [actually, I already posted a snippet here, come to think of it]
undercover
conversation
Babylon 5
Nine Stories
Remarkable Illusions/weddingfic
baseball/hockey
assassins
looney tunes
Corner Gas
fakeout
Northern Exposure
homeless
grosse pointe
It can be springtimez nao? Maybe? It's already been in the 60s since Friday!
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I read a book the other day I thought I'd recommend: As She Climbed Across the Table, by Jonathan Lethem. If Nick Hornby and Tom Stoppard teamed up to write a novel about quantum physics, love, and American academia, it would look a lot like this. Although this novel was a bit more lightweight than the hypothetical one they would produce would be, I think. Still enjoyable, though.
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wintercreek did this meme, and I couldn't resist: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. I've got non-descriptive and ridiculous in spades. Pick any of them (as many as you want) and I'll either post a snippet or explain what the heck it's about.due South
Increments
post-COTW
ten-dance [actually, I already posted a snippet here, come to think of it]
undercover
conversation
Babylon 5
Nine Stories
Remarkable Illusions/weddingfic
baseball/hockey
assassins
looney tunes
Corner Gas
fakeout
Northern Exposure
homeless
grosse pointe
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Date: 2011-02-15 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 02:53 am (UTC)Someone in Evidence had delivered the rings they'd requested. Both of them had received mercifully-simple gold bands, and someone down there had apparently scrounged up an engagement ring for her as well. She raised her eyebrows as she picked up the diamond, which one could quite possibly have seen from space.
"Perhaps we'll just...return that," she said, putting it aside. "I don't think it quite fits our personas." Though she supposed it would make her left uppercut much more impressive than it usually was.
"Indeed," he said. Then he shoved a hand into his pocket, fumbling for a moment before bringing out his fist closed around something small. "I thought perhaps for, ah, verisimilitude, you might wish to wear this." He opened his hand, and resting in his palm she saw a simple gold ring, the metal forged into a braided pattern, crowned with a small, solitary pearl. It shone with the gleam of something well-loved and well-cared for. "This belonged to my mother."
Of course it had. She'd guessed as much from the moment she'd seen it.
"I couldn't," she said quickly.
"Please," he said. "I...think it would help."
She didn't ask "with what." Instead, she pursed her lips. "Fine." He handed her the ring, and she slid it onto her finger. It fit perfectly.
She was not going to take that as any kind of sign.
"I'll take good care of it," she said, brushing her thumb over the pearl.
"I know."