The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So I left milliways_bar  last night, in fine company.

(I don't know, you might be living under a rock or something.)

At four places in the proceedings, I cried. Like, literally streamed with embarrassing tears. The first was the minute I saw the post go up -- Sam posted -- and felt for just a second like something irreparable was being done. The second was when copinggoggles  c&p'd  Into the West, closing a brilliant thread co-authored with indy_go . The third was very_vorkosigan 's comment in this journal, quoting Vanished Like the Snow. The fourth was gehayi   's paean in ways_back_room .

I think I'm done now.

I would like to make a general appeal, though. Cordelia-mun, what's your straight-up journal ID? You are such a thinky mun and such a brilliant character -- from a danged good canon -- and I appreciate your folky powers of mind, and I'd like to read you. Comment here, if you wish, or email me: russetblack at gmail dot com. If you have already friended me, congrats: you play so well, I don't know who the frack you are. *beams*

Wow, that was an effing blur, wunnit?

In more general news, I had a terrible case of the dropsies today at work... two litre of creme frappuccino splooshed all over the floor for no good or apparent reason.

Oh, and I hadn't forgotten, but...

Selkie is in love. You may wish to stab, shoot, bludgeon or club her before the sap gets out of hand. Weapons, as always, can be found neatly laid out on the drawing-room tea table. Remember, if you pick it up, put it back...