a conspiracy of cartographers

Could my life be any more fantastic. Okay. Apparently we have bats in the house (again) and for the past week I've had a bug the size of Kafka living in my window screen, preventing me from opening the window when it routinely gets stifling inside, but right now these things are laughably ridiculous.

Meanwhile I am a fucking ninja and ahead in all of my work, and in addition to that I found the time yesterday to start uploading allll my fic to the Archive. (Done so far: all the BSG, Doctor Who, and due South. Except not the DW season projects because I want to mess with the formatting & I haven't actually figured out how to post works with multiple chapters, although only because I haven't tried yet.) The sheer wealth of tags to choose from is making me gibber a little, and I think I'm going to be returning to retag things for ages; right now I just kind of adore it, though, because there is a GHOSTS tag. GHOSTS!

Really, though, I am seriously giddy because DOCTOR WHO. I won't have time to watch it until sometime tonight, but that's okay: yesterday I was thoroughly unenthused about it, but I have been reading every spoiler on my flist and it looks as though this episode is [a] your usual rubbishy hamfisted self-congratulatory stuff that Who is wont to do and [b] EVERY KINK BUTTON I HAVE REGARDING TEN. I have not felt this it will be awful/I will loooove it!! feeling since, like ... Last of the Time Lords. I am probably overexciting myself, but -- but my old fandom has called me up for a night of wild passion! I think I kind of missed it.

oliviacirce: I AM BASICALLY CONVINCED THAT DOCTOR/MASTER IS CANON, ARIA
aria: I ROUTINELY FORGET THAT THEY ARE NOT
aria: I mean, not to the extent that I am expecting angry onscreen makeouts anytime ever
aria: but
aria: -- of course you know what other fic would be fun?
aria: fic where the master turns up and sees that the doctor is losing it and finds this pretty much the biggest turn-on ever
aria: because he does have this thing where he routinely asks the doctor to rule the universe with him
oliviacirce: I WOULD READ THAT TOO
aria: I WOULD WRITE THAT
oliviacirce: DO IT
aria: WHAT IF I SPEND MY WEEK WRITING THAT
aria: AND CRAZY FRASER
oliviacirce: ahahahah
oliviacirce: if you do I will write you doctor/master

And so begins my slow descent into madness. By which I mean, the prospect of writing crazy Ten is so much less intimidating than the prospect of writing crazy Fraser. And by which I also mean, ahh, no, I have a million WIPs already and I feel kind of weird about going back to my old boyfriend Doctor Who fandom.

I will sleep on it! And probably wake up with a plot fully formed, because that is my way.