I just had corned beef and cabbage for the first time.

OMG.

Delicious.

On another note for the day, we went to the beach! I got a little tanner in the process and have a tiny tiny bit o' sunburn on my cheeks to show for it.

Me: Oh, hey, the crocuses are up on that side of the house! *pointing*
Steve: By crocuses you mean...?
Me: Flowers, honey.
Steve: *huge sigh of relief* Oh, thank God. So they're not noisy frogs, then? *a pause while I laugh* That's going up on the website thing, isn't it?
Me: *patting him on the head* Yes.

Maverick
A drabble
By Gumnut
16 Nov 2003


It was the eyes.

They were different.

They never looked down. They never looked away.

They glared, they stormed, and they flashed with fire.

And they never shed a tear.

They were different.

Maverick.

In a world of same.

They often glanced at her, questions drifting on the air, with softness, a gentleness, a hint of within.

Beyond the steel of his countenance.

He worked as she did, toiled as everyone else, sweat dripping from his brow, grease staining a worn skin, scarred by labour,

But there was something about his eyes.

They were different.

And Thera knew not why.

-o-o-o-

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Changes: Flipped the torso around so that the AA guns are dorsally mounted instead of ventrally. Extended dual taser prongs from the tail. Added the grille accessory as a chestplate. And redesigned the wings completely.

The wings still need to detach from their normal storage location to achieve this mode, but now they don't have to split up into six separate pieces - they can remain as two sets of three joined pieces, which makes them much harder to lose down the back of the couch.

I've left them as purple here for the moment, but at least two and possibly even all three of the underwing surfaces could be changed to something more suitable for the mode - dragonskin green, for example. The dorsal surfaces of the wing would still be the purple from the jet mode, though. And I should really get around to recolouring one side of the orange cargo pad white (which would be the underwing side you can see here).

The three-panel components of the wings snap on and off the cargo pad fairly firmly. There's no joint where they connect. The entire wing structure has a lot of articulation, though - there's the hinges in the cargo pad itself, the upper interior purple panel connects to the lower one through what's effectively a rotation joint in the middle of their shared edge (the upper panel can shift slightly behind the lower one in order to spin), and the outer purple panel is hinged to the upper interior panel along their shared edge, allowing the wings to "flap" and assume many flight poses similar to birds.

Of course, the torso/tail segment retains its own multipoint articulation. Its major problem is that it has no side-to-side articulation as it's made up of the robot arms clipped together.


Still, I think the wings look better now.

The crocuses are up on the east side of the house! ^_^ That means only one or two more bouts of horrible weather before Not Winter starts to kick in!

Is it possible that after working so hard to contain self and keep it together, one is unable to let it out? Would rather break tonight than tomorrow...

• 12:44 Backstreet Gang, incase you didnt get my sms... meeting this Sat at Dhoby Ghaut mrt NS line @ 5.30pm or so. Dinner @ Just Acia (again) #
• 22:16 Ah sales... Good bargains, ridiculously long check out lines. #

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Title: Growing Pains (on FF.NET)
Rating: K+
Universe: TFMovie07(au)
Pairing: Primarily ProwlxJazz
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, youngling Bluestreak, ensemble of others
Warnings: use of profanities, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just toy with with them and hand them back in less than pristine condition.
Summary: One shots covering the antics of Prowl and Jazz's sparkling/youngling as he grows up amongst the Autobots on Earth

Bonus Scenes for Of Younglings & Saboteurs/ Of Younglings and Door wings

Of Younglings and Seekers

Of Younglings and Devious Plans

Still alive. Just not on LJ. (And I bet you thought those two sentences were mutually exclusive.)

Working a day job and a night job (violining) for most of the past month. Stupid roster person at work didn't give me any days off.

Tiredtiredtired.

Can't write whole. Sentences.

Apparently.

Have had to correct typos 6 times already.

Bed now.

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Heh. The interview team who my ex-employer had decided to contract to talk to me about coming back to assist them decided on the spot that they weren't going to recommend someone who dominated simulated group exercises.

Despite, y'know, the thing the actual employer wanting me to do, plus all my previous work which had caused them to call me in, being specifically non-group roles requiring someone to come in and take charge.

Maybe they were working off a standard template, who knows? (Who cares?)


In other news, though, a completely unrelated (and significantly higher-ranked) person from the very same ex-employer is now asking if I might be interested in doing something better-paid and more wide-ranging.

Ooooooh, I think I can spare a few minutes...