And this is me...
Jul. 23rd, 2009 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agilebritStill sucking at the "comfort" part of hurt/comfort. I know he needs it before I derail him under a table again (and yeah, that scene needs modification and moving), but ARGH.
And yes, that's my new default icon. Since all I'm writing about on this thing anymore is Ben, I thought it appropriate, even though Ben doesn't smoke and hasn't picked up an M-16 in this one (yet).
Sore![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agilebrit is sore. I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie from the 1950's. I lifted weights a couple of days ago, which is still making itself felt, and participated in a shipping party for XDM: X-treme Dungeon Mastery at the lovely and effulgent sandratayler's house. We packed and addressed about 850 boxes in the space of six hours because we were just that good. And then the PO had a massive FAIL on their part and made us come in, sort them via Priority or Parcel, and actually redate them because the postage was printed out two days ago. Well, yes. $10,000 worth of postage is not going to be printed out and stuck on packages in just one day. Not happening. Duh. I'm just glad we were still chilling at Sandra and Howard's house when she got the call and the five of us could all go and do it, because, dude.
Anyway. I've got my 250 words plus some, so I'm a happy camper.
And tomorrow, "G-Force" opens. FBI-trained guinea pigs. THERE IS NO BAD THERE. Shut up. There isn't.
And yes, that's my new default icon. Since all I'm writing about on this thing anymore is Ben, I thought it appropriate, even though Ben doesn't smoke and hasn't picked up an M-16 in this one (yet).
Sore
agilebrit is sore. I mean physically, not like a guy who's angry in a movie from the 1950's. I lifted weights a couple of days ago, which is still making itself felt, and participated in a shipping party for XDM: X-treme Dungeon Mastery at the lovely and effulgent sandratayler's house. We packed and addressed about 850 boxes in the space of six hours because we were just that good. And then the PO had a massive FAIL on their part and made us come in, sort them via Priority or Parcel, and actually redate them because the postage was printed out two days ago. Well, yes. $10,000 worth of postage is not going to be printed out and stuck on packages in just one day. Not happening. Duh. I'm just glad we were still chilling at Sandra and Howard's house when she got the call and the five of us could all go and do it, because, dude.Anyway. I've got my 250 words plus some, so I'm a happy camper.
And tomorrow, "G-Force" opens. FBI-trained guinea pigs. THERE IS NO BAD THERE. Shut up. There isn't.
