Hmph.

[daemonluna]

So I found out today that one of my classmates (who is the LEAST suited person I know to be a children's librarian and has no interest in it whatsoever) got an interview for the one position I applied for, and I didn't. troutkitty is trying to convince me that it's because they had me in mind for the other branch. Suck to be me, because that's the one that somebody applied for internally. But now I'm dwelling.

It's really late. I'm insomniatic and cranky. Sooner or later, I damn well better have some happy-shiny-fun good news, but for now... the highlight of my weekend was the part where we were stuck in traffic for half on hour on Bow Trail, rapidly running out of gas with the engine threatening to overheat. And it was a good thing that we didn't plan on going to the dance thingie the assorted SF/con/anime associations were putting on, because Barb spent the evening yesterday being sick. Poor hon. It was the godforsaken diner we ended up at for supper, I'm pretty sure. (Note to self for the third frikkin' time--avoid the Husky House on 12th Av. Bleah.)

Dale continues to pimp Andromeda out to us, though we're fast running out of DVDs, into the not-yet-released stuff. When I get around to re-finding the URLs, I will post recs for the brief amount of good fanfic I've found. I'm halfway tempted to write Trance/Beka slash. Except I haven't written anything in ages. And that all I've got--Trance, Beka. Slash. And I want more than a PWP. I don't suppose anybody else has written it. Although now I'm picturing bad curtainfic. *shudder*

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Husky House

[(Anonymous)]

You know that the Husky House is only to be used for after-bar binges in order to soak up all of the alcohol you've consumed in an evening. That, and to watch the drunk straight boys hit on the drag queens. Attemtping to actually eat a real meal there is asking for trouble.

-The Guy in DKNY (aka--your Andromeda pimp)