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Jul. 25th, 2005 07:55 pmWell, I've done my nominations (barely on time, mind) for the Mauve And Dangerous Awards. I've not looked at what anyone else nominated and I even ignored the e-mail so I would be completely unbiased. Those who claim I'm nominating my friends need a smack over the head - it's simply because they're the best in a particular category. There were oodles of fics I could have picked, and a lot I felt sad at leaving out, but it's all done now. In the end, I can only go with what I felt most comfortable nominating, so don't all hate me and cry "WANK!" and if some of these end up on the shortlist, don't you dare claim favouritism. I'll say it again - we're running these awards using the power of democracy.
Besides, a few of these I thought of nominating pretty much as I was making up the categories.
( Nomination List. )
Christ, it's taken me hours to carefully go through my lists of favourites that I've bookmarked for the occasion as well as look through the archives and the memories of most communities and OH NOES MY EYES ARE BLEEDING.
(Thought: are ironic capslocks no longer funny or trendy? Shame, I rather like them.)
This post is going to be all over the place, I can tell. Been a strange two days. I keep on meaning to write and I keep on forgetting, or I keep on meaning to clean and just not. My room is of shame, and it will need to be done tomorrow after work argle. The only cleaning I am doing is in work, and evem that is not a lot, because carers are bored when the residents go to the day centre and as such, try and do my job. This was initially a good thing, but they don't appreciate how bored I am come 12.30 when I've done everything and everyone else did the little jobs I had vaguely planned. They probably don't appreciate this as I tend to lurk in the laundry and pretend I'm vitally busy folding a sheet or something. Still, I'm getting on with the job and still rather enjoying it and liking the people, so I will feel guilty come September. There we are.
Speaking of people, I went out yesterday with Clare to see Madagascar and laughed muchly, because it's wonderfully silly and daft. I also drove on the motorway with my Dad and have learnt that the M6 when one is a New Driver and in the rain is a bad and scary and downright evil thing. However, I need to navigate it to see grandparents/Sarah in August so I will Perservere.
Today, continuing in the vein of interacting with people who don't want me to clean the fridge out, I sae Beckah coming out of the chippie as I was going in. So I bought chips and we went back to mine to chat for hours. She was ever so pleased with my house as it is a house of smokers and she could have a fag in the dining room rather than being sent outside like in most other places. I also sorted out a Girly Day with Jess for Thursday. There will be chinese, wine, later vodka and girly chats. It's all good fun.
Speaking of being girly, I have photographic proof that I can cook and be domesticated. And for a limitied time only, evidence of my families dodgy interior design. (Thank'ee![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow)
( Pictures. )
Anyway, I am sleepy and I need to go and phone Jess to find out her address. Oh, the stress of CRB checks.
~Hathy_Col~
Besides, a few of these I thought of nominating pretty much as I was making up the categories.
( Nomination List. )
Christ, it's taken me hours to carefully go through my lists of favourites that I've bookmarked for the occasion as well as look through the archives and the memories of most communities and OH NOES MY EYES ARE BLEEDING.
(Thought: are ironic capslocks no longer funny or trendy? Shame, I rather like them.)
This post is going to be all over the place, I can tell. Been a strange two days. I keep on meaning to write and I keep on forgetting, or I keep on meaning to clean and just not. My room is of shame, and it will need to be done tomorrow after work argle. The only cleaning I am doing is in work, and evem that is not a lot, because carers are bored when the residents go to the day centre and as such, try and do my job. This was initially a good thing, but they don't appreciate how bored I am come 12.30 when I've done everything and everyone else did the little jobs I had vaguely planned. They probably don't appreciate this as I tend to lurk in the laundry and pretend I'm vitally busy folding a sheet or something. Still, I'm getting on with the job and still rather enjoying it and liking the people, so I will feel guilty come September. There we are.
Speaking of people, I went out yesterday with Clare to see Madagascar and laughed muchly, because it's wonderfully silly and daft. I also drove on the motorway with my Dad and have learnt that the M6 when one is a New Driver and in the rain is a bad and scary and downright evil thing. However, I need to navigate it to see grandparents/Sarah in August so I will Perservere.
Today, continuing in the vein of interacting with people who don't want me to clean the fridge out, I sae Beckah coming out of the chippie as I was going in. So I bought chips and we went back to mine to chat for hours. She was ever so pleased with my house as it is a house of smokers and she could have a fag in the dining room rather than being sent outside like in most other places. I also sorted out a Girly Day with Jess for Thursday. There will be chinese, wine, later vodka and girly chats. It's all good fun.
Speaking of being girly, I have photographic proof that I can cook and be domesticated. And for a limitied time only, evidence of my families dodgy interior design. (Thank'ee
purplerainbow)( Pictures. )
Anyway, I am sleepy and I need to go and phone Jess to find out her address. Oh, the stress of CRB checks.
~Hathy_Col~
