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That's what we tell people around here; sure, July and August can be brutally hot and humid, and leave you wilting like old lettuce. But come September, the air dries out, the temps drop into the utterly pleasant range between cool and warm, and the sunlight turns from glaring to mellow gold and lovely.
It is a dastardly LIE, I tell you, at least if today is any indication.
I was going to talk about the Critique panel at VVC, but it's broiling hot and my brain has melted, so maybe not the best day to delve into that. So then I thought, well, watch some vids, and talk about them!
... yeah, no, melted brain. Vids pretty?
So then I thought, maybe I could write a drabble or something. Shake off some of the rust before Yuletide, or spark the ability to maybe try the 10 in 10 challenge. Then I went trawling through the POI kinkmeme for ideas, where I've been trapped for ages now, opening prompts in tabs but without the brain to do anything about them.
Woe.
Yeah, I think that's all I got tonight: vids pretty, writing hard.
It is a dastardly LIE, I tell you, at least if today is any indication.
I was going to talk about the Critique panel at VVC, but it's broiling hot and my brain has melted, so maybe not the best day to delve into that. So then I thought, well, watch some vids, and talk about them!
... yeah, no, melted brain. Vids pretty?
So then I thought, maybe I could write a drabble or something. Shake off some of the rust before Yuletide, or spark the ability to maybe try the 10 in 10 challenge. Then I went trawling through the POI kinkmeme for ideas, where I've been trapped for ages now, opening prompts in tabs but without the brain to do anything about them.
Woe.
Yeah, I think that's all I got tonight: vids pretty, writing hard.
