January 30th, 2011

Giles/Buffy sword

I have a cat on my shins.

The cat is laboring under the misapprehension that he is starving to death because his food bowl is empty. There is no reasoning with him. He'll win in the end.

Earlier this week one of the bookcases in our bedroom collapsed and showered books onto my armchair. Fortunately I was sitting in bed instead of my armchair, with one of the cats pinning down my feet. Books fell. The cat departed at high velocity. The bookshelf was quite old. Apparently the sides bowed out and one shelf popped out. It landed on the shelf below it, which splintered instantly and cascaded on downwards. The only casualty was a dictionary that got caught between shelf and side and ripped. Oh, and a copy of Peter Watts' Maelstrom, which got rumpled. It's hardcover, so that was some high-force rumplage.

Yesterday we bought new bookcases to replace the collapsed one and its twin. They are as yet unassembled. Our bedroom is sort of a shambles at the moment. Books strewn everywhere! Piled up! Mr Pedia and I have mutually resolved to fix the problem long-term by reducing the amount of crap we own. And this time we won't fuss about how we get rid of it. Making it gone matters more than anything else. Most of those books weren't worth the shelf that collapsed under them.

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drsquidlove has begun posting the giant Giles/Xander in New York story. I read an early draft of this last summer, and I can only say: please do go read. Is satisfyingly chewy future fic.

mythichistorian posted "In Western Lands", which is a story featuring a drunken!Giles stuck in a motel room with Andrew Wells. This story doesn't have nearly enough comments, by which I mean it has none. I need to go help fix that problem.
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