I shall have my teeth cleaned, work on A/B/O verse fic (which is progressing nicely and should be in a good state of polish for my
summer_of_giles day, famous last words), and work on Fannish Javascript Project, which has reached the stage where I am no longer writing framework and am instead writing application logic. And showing real data in web pages. Woo.I have an alpha checklist to meet that is nothing more than "bare bones features work". When it is all happily checked off, the source repo on github gets opened up for contributions and I will deploy the server sitting in the box on my living room floor to my half-rack at the colo. Oh. Add to checklist: set up the server.
Sorkinisms: A supercut. Recycled dialog and plot points. Ouch. I am aware, as is any writer, of patterns and tics and favorite over-used words in my prose. But jeez, man, I try to edit them out. This is sort of right up in your face. And you know it.
Note also that he has been fortunate with his actors.
Politics: This image mashup killed me. (For non-US readers: compare.)
