And while you sleep the cargo cult unloaded your life.

• The trouble with fan fiction.

• Wilkommen in Fucking! (Courtesy ogw and grumpy_sysadmin.)

• Nemi in English (courtesy atropinesulfate). So you don't have to bring yourself to physically handle that copy of the Metro. Download while you can.

This week has consisted of cosy domesticity with ups and downs and being ill. Cough, hack, splutter. Pure meet at Liquid Lab last night was lots of fun, even if I was only about thirty to forty percent not dead. redcountess had a lovely time. This morning, with the assistance of the noble latexiron, his Range Rover and his BIG ORANGE STRAPS, the damned mattress was shifted from Hendon to Walthamstow. At last. Thanks to ewtikins for her tolerance of its presence these, er, months. If only we'd had the presence of mind to prepare a cloth dummy to place atop the mattress for the trip on the North Circular.

I have a l33t new Oyster Card. It goes "BLEEP!" when you swipe it across the big yellow button. And confuses the tourists.

I should post to LiveJournal more often. On the other hand, if you have nothing to say, then say nothing. In the meantime, I suspect I shall be spending the rest of the weekend in bed.