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[damndorothea]

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today

[scribetuesday]

Blast from the past in my emails this morning:

[scribetuesday]

Good news, everybody, I have fixed the toilet!

[scribetuesday]

I have finally met the barista who has my name.

Every time one of the Starbucks baristas sees my name on a cup they always check with me if they’re pronouncing it right, so I was pretty sure there had to be someone here with the same name and Opinions on how it should be said (valid) and today she was the person who took my order.

🙂

[importantdogimages]

[backupthere]

I had an email from AO3 today alerting me that somebody is reading and kudosing their way through Back Up There, and that reminded me that I do enjoy writing this series and also that I have a WIP ongoing at the moment, so here's a scene that doesn't fit my outline and might not even make it to the final draft:

The thing about “living the dream” is that dreams end, right? You wake up. The alarm goes, or your brain just moves on and the dream stops or changes or something.

Charlie’s dream, since he was, like, eight, was to play in goal for the Iron Wolves. Playing for the senior team was obviously a one-day thing, he’d got years of growing to do, he’d have to work his way up through the age groups and the lower leagues, but it was always what he wanted to do. There was a period of a couple of months when it felt like the dream was much closer, watching the starter from the U18s sitting on the bench as the flu ripped through the team. Charlie insisted that his gear had to be in the car when they went to watch Iron Wolves games, just in case things got really bad and they needed the U12 backup to step in, he’d be ready - until Matt managed to give him a reality check from his lofty position as a third line forward on the U14s, in the way only an older brother could do.

The dream did come true, though. Charlie was sixteen when the call came to dress for the seniors, after Jamie Gardner’s girlfriend went into labour on a weekend when the lower league seniors also had games, and Charlie was the best bet to keep the bench warm.

He did it again three weeks later, when Kyle Davenport contracted food poisoning, and on the second game of the weekend Gardner ended up twisted between the post and 220 pounds of opposing player, and Charlie had to play the third period.

They didn’t win, but his save percentage was better than Gardner’s, so. The dream.

And then he went back to the U18s, and six weeks into the next season Gardner had a screaming row with Coach about ice time, and Charlie was suddenly the official back up to Kyle Davenport.

But that was two years ago, and he’s still here.

On the bench.

Backing up Kyle, who almost never missed a game.

Not exactly the dream any more.

[scribetuesday]

Just had a colleague ask me to add some information to a tracking list.

I have responded with the location of the tracker on the sharepoint, and a query as to whether there is any issue with his access.

Not your admin assistant, dude.

[scribetuesday]

The problem with weight fluctuations is that I don’t throw out things that don’t fit me, because I might need them.

The problem with being plus size is that sometimes you can’t get what you want easily, so you panic buy things that will “do” in the interim.

Which means that the quantity of clothing I’ve turned out over the past two days, when I decided to switch my winter clothes for my summer clothes all in one go and discovered just how much stuff I have, has filled five trash bags (four for donation).

I have whittled my collection of tank tops down to a mere seventeen.

On the positive side, clothes shopping for the rest of the warmer season can be restricted to one (1) maxi dress (to replace the one I lived in last year where the shirred elastic bodice has quit on life) and maybe one (1) lightweight hoodie or equivalent because I have never learnt not to eat tomato-based meals while wearing light colours and so only one suitable item currently in my wardrobe is likely to make it to October.

[scribetuesday]

One of my neighbours is snoring so loudly that I may have to close the window

[scribetuesday]

One of my most annoying colleagues, who is never wrong about anything and won’t use one word if she can use 200 (preferable ones that just repeat what somebody else already said) has just said “that’s the proof in the pudding”

Ha. You are WRONG. That is NOT THE SAYING.

[scribetuesday]

It is not necessary to have an opinion on EVERYTHING. Some points can be permitted to pass without your comments.

[scribetuesday]

Whichever of my neighbours thinks that it’s acceptable to try and learn guitar in an apartment building needs to be drowned at birth

[scribetuesday]

Doing parallel play with @void-fiish where we sit next to each other in Greggs and show each other the same tumblr posts because they’re from our mutual mutuals.

[odd-maid3n]

[knight--error]

[therobotmonster]

[scribetuesday]

Sometimes the camera angle on the town hall meeting I’ve dialled into pulls back far enough to show some of the audience, and my conclusion is that the seats in auditorium C-101 are not particularly comfortable.

[alanaisalive]

The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.

Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.

So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.

Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.

[iguanamouth]

oh shit

[throughshadow-to-the-edgeofnight]

[alanaisalive]

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

[striving-artist]

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[scribetuesday]

Uh oh! Local idiot sat down while there were still things that needed to be done!

[scribetuesday]

Normally our haunted theatre is fairly subtle about it, and it only aware of the ghosts of I’m in the building alone, but this morning the chaos of the stage crew flying set down from the loft is in full swing and there is a ghost behind me.

I could hear somebody walking around near the doorway, behind me to the right, and then something passed behind me and light came on in the large store cupboard to my left, when it’s very clear that there’s nobody near it.