Happy, happy birthday to beamjockey, a fine ukelele-playing, dancing, physics-practicin' (and general quirky science and fandom) history-explainin' gentleman of my acquaintance. Have an excellent 2013!
This Christmas season (yes, it's a time of year when I believe in stories that are true even if they never happened, because we all fight our battles against the dark in the way we were raised) is normally extremely good for me.
This year, it was ... not. Not Christmas, certainly. No tree, no lights, no Christmas dinner to cook and present with love to those I love, something I missed despite having lovely dinners out with people I love. FB was gone, BB and I were still intermittently dealing with health and lack o'wealth, and this year I was engulfed in deadly serious battles at work and about work and on behalf of work, and all around I saw this old world being bloody and brutal and stupid and futile.
Goodness. As you can see, I stood in danger of getting all wrapped up in everything grey and second-year-university-sophomoric-certainty-of-doom.
What helped keep me going, despite initial certainty that I couldn't write anything, was fandom_stocking , and the pure joy of writing for folks; of finding neat recipes for people and getting out of the RL part of my head for awhile, whilst diving into the kick-started creative annex in my head.
So thank you, everyone for whom I wrote, or to whom I gave a recipe; you made me feel better, every time I tucked something into one of your stockings. Woo-hoo!
beamjockey, a fine ukelele-playing, dancing, physics-practicin' (and general quirky science and fandom) history-explainin' gentleman of my acquaintance. Have an excellent 2013!
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