Bleat.
I'm in a bad mood because work fu has been mangling my slacking fu and screwing up all my plans for fun, relaxation, friends, and a real life. Time for fanfiction. Escapism needed. I'm gonna go live in a world that exists only in my head for a while, and emerge eventually with a story in hand that lets you go there too. Or somewhere sort of like where I go in my head.
Look at this place, man. Look at it.
Look at this place, man. Look at it.
My parents and sisters have been to Iceland several times. They say it's lovely, but smells like sulfur everywhere. The water you bathe in smells like rotten eggs and so does the air. Buffy's probably not going to be a big fan of that.
They do make excellent sweaters in Iceland. Beautiful, but itchy as hell. Every time anyone went, they'd bring home whole suitcases full, and I always ended up giving mine away. It scratched straight through any turtleneck or other shirt I'd try to wear underneath - a sensory-integration sufferer's nightmare. As you know, I am a delicate flower. :)
Edited at 2009-10-13 07:34 am (UTC)
Look at it!
The lake were I found him. Jökulsarlon, is one of the most photographed places in Iceland, But the day I visited it was exceptional.
Look: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ystenes/sets/72157612185399166/
The photos herefrom occupy the first, fifth, thirteenth, fourteenth, seventeenth and twentieth place on the list of my most viewed photos. So sad I did not have my present camera then.
Yours Martin