Ah, spam. Our bizzare enemy.

I just got a message from "Sales." The subject line was "Pumpkins, Rage Under Voodoo Spell."

One day, I'm going to have some time on my hands, and I am going to write a story that uses a bumch of those junk mail subject lines. Maybe Jack can look into something that is apparently an ancient device, and instead of spouting sorta-Latin, he can start saying that stuff. It can be a database of internet porn and pharmaceutical websites or something.

Stupid 24 hour day

Unending definitely prodded the part of the Brain where the stranded plot lives. I have been thinking bits and pieces from it. But I don't want to think those thoughts yet, or I'll lose them. I don't have time to write them.

And thinking about the stranded thing always makes me think about babies which makes me want to work more on green_grrl's epic MPREG. I have had several new thoughts about it, and I need to get them down in electrons eventually, too. That piece is very important to me, as it is an homage to Little Sister and this past year of new motherhood. I want to get some of these things written so I will have them. Then maybe little Claire can grow up with Little Sister.

In the meantime, I am trying to get my remix finished, so I can go back and make some edits that came to mind after I got green_grrl's comments on my ficathon piece.

But I was actually falling asleep while remixing a few minutes ago. That seems like a clear indication that sleep is the better part of valor at this point.