Neighbours and such

My downstairs neighbour was celebrating her birthday in the garden yesterday night. I was -sort of- invited, because the other neighbours told me about the party in a "hey, I'm sure you are invited too" way, which had me worrying for a week about finding an excuse not to go should I actually be invited.

The thing is, my neighbours are as old as my parents. Worse, they are friends of my parents. My idea of fun is not hanging out on a Saturday evening with perfect strangers who happen to be friends of my parents. I was kind of glad that no one came up and asked where I was, because my only excuse would have been "Sorry, I have to read gay porn so I can find new recs for me recs lj."

I doubt they'd have understood.

Anyway, there they were, celebrating, and then the singing started. They were singing. All of them. Together. They had a guitar, and I'm pretty sure there was an accordion somewhere. They made up the lyrics as they went along, and they sung the strangest songs ever. I have no idea where they found those songs. And they didn't stop! They sung all night long. Well, maybe not all night, but I went to bed at 2 a.m., and they were still singing then. Of course, me being young and beautiful and having the advantage of not needing as much sleep, I woke up at 8 a.m. Ah, blissful silence. It's 11 a.m. now. Half an hour ago the singing started.

Really, I'm glad they are having fun, and hey, I love to sing, but the idea that twenty or so people who are mostly retired would meet on a weekend and spent the whole evening and the next morning singing? That's scary. Though I guess it's better than the neighbours I had in France a few years ago. They were about seventy and only awake at night. I swear they were jogging up the stairs around midnight. At one point I was convinced they were vampires.

Trust me, if you ever heard a bunch of sixty-something sing along to "Freude Schöner Götterfunken" played by a guitar and an accordion, nothing can shock you anymore.

Fic Bitching

Her name is Kate. K A T E.

It's not Cait. And not Kait. And really not Caite.

Her full name is Caitlin. Not Katelyn, Caitlynn, Kaitlin or Kaitlynn. I'm not making these up, and ff.net is not the only place you can find them.

Know how I know "so much" about her? I went to the official site and looked it up. Sneaky, isn't it? I know, that might be too much trouble for some of you little writers out there, but really, all you need to do is ask. I'll be happy to help you spelling the character's names correctly.

*drips sarcasm*

Recs! (and Dr. Who?)

Ten J/D ficathon recs are up at oceanas_recs, complete with new layout.

Now send me to those Dr. Who archives, and I'll fight my way through that fic for you. Please?

Edited: There are now more than 300 recs at oceanas_recs in 24 fandoms. More than half of them are Stargate recs, so the next one who complains that there is nothing good to read gets hit over the head with my harddrive, heavy from more than twice that amount of great fic, which I'd all rec, if I could only get organized. Just saying.

Dr. Who?

I mean, literally. Cause I seem to have missed that particular part of pop culture, and I know nothing about him. Or the series.

I just know that I finally gave in and downloaded a few eps, and I have been watching them twice! till yesterday. Welll, not all of them, just the first two, and I'm going to watch the fourth one again now, if no one tells me where to find the fic. And where to find information about the show, though I guess I'll wait with that until I've seen some more eps, don't want to get too spoiled. Good thing those eps are downloading so fast, guess I'm not the only one who suffers from instant addiction? Mind you, I don't need another show, not as long as I only have 50 icons. And really, I'm not going to get attracted to a middle-aged british guy with bad teeth, right? Oh no, not me, I'm all here for the cute blonde, she said.

I'm so doomed.