Random shite

I put a shaving mirror on the desk at random, and now I can see my fingers typing. This is a very peculiar experience.

Via the Ant: a surprising number of these situations are familiar from my actual life.

From Prentis Riddle, the Goddess.

From greensilver, Undergraduate Adventures in Cooking.

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The outline for Godfather Death, previously Deaths Unaccountable / Double Hendrix, is away. Two down, two to go. Next up: rejigging the outline for Wayfarer (Eighth Doctor / Fitz / Anji). Hopefully without any more fistfights.