Okay, has anyone seen my lj style layout? With the pretty satin sheets? Because I haven't seen it all day. All I get is this white background and formatted text. It's painful on my eyes. And I'm getting darned sick of it.
If anyone finds my layout, probably frolicking about other people's pretty layouts could you please send it back to me? It's time for it to get back to work and be pretty for me.
Thank you very much.
ETA: Never mind. Damn CSS. Damn LJ, too. They're irritating me lately.
ETA #2: Now with added comment-fic! Sweet comment fic. ::is happy::
If anyone finds my layout, probably frolicking about other people's pretty layouts could you please send it back to me? It's time for it to get back to work and be pretty for me.
Thank you very much.
ETA: Never mind. Damn CSS. Damn LJ, too. They're irritating me lately.
ETA #2: Now with added comment-fic! Sweet comment fic. ::is happy::
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:02 pm (UTC)Can we be grumpy together? I am so grumpy right now that should someone talk to me I might do them bodily injury.
I'm thinking I should go home and eat brownies and read a novel. Not fan fiction, and not non-fiction, but a novel, something I can curl up on the couch with and lose myself in for a couple of hours, and that has print, not pixels.
Maybe I should use a little of my oodles of sick time and go home, but I have work to do. I know because I made a list of it. /sigh/
Yours in grumpiness.
Am going to go convince my boss that we don't need an ad to announce a change in hours, we can just do a press release. Community calendars are our friends. And they save shitloads of money.
Then maybe I'll go home.
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:05 pm (UTC)*smiles winningly*
I'm sorry your layout ran off (probably with my brain--and if you see that, could you please give it a good talking to and send it home, the naughty thing? It's been MIA since the beginning of Lent. I'm concerned it's given me up.)
*peers and pokes at punctuation of previous sentence*
Wow. There's just no fixing that, is there?
Huh.
*hugs*
I love your sulky-angry John icon.
I bet he's pissed off at the lab monkeys who precipitated the disaster that pulled Rodney out of John's room and John's bed mid-coitus and made him put on pants.
I totally have a gift for the run-on sentence today. ;)
*hugs again and wanders off for more caffiene*
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:07 pm (UTC)I fixed my one single line of CSS code that I obviously couldn't get right the first time. So the layout is back, all pretty with a fixed background image.
I think we need to spend an afternoon lounging, eating brownies and watching SGA. But yes, you should go home, even if you have a bunch of work to do, because if you're not getting anything done what's the point? You're just going annoying yourself further by futzing around with it. At least that's how I would be. Take some sick time. Mental health is important.
And I totally know what you mean about people talking to you. Everyone here is talking to me. I have no idea why. I have no interest in anything they could possibly have to say. And yet they talk, talk, talk, and then actually think I should respond in some manner.
What, do they think I work here or something?
Oh, wait...
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 08:10 pm (UTC)I had to remove one space from my one line of CSS in my layout and it all came back.
So what happens when the disaster is averted and John and Rodney finally make it back to their rooms and they have to try and figure out where they left off?
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 08:11 pm (UTC)And now I need to make one from scratch. Bah. You do it for me? *hopeful*
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:12 pm (UTC)All I did was add an override to fix the background image so that it wouldn't scroll. You'd think that screwing up the code would lead to the same page, only with a scrolling image, you know? But apparently not.
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 08:15 pm (UTC)They just want to talk to you because you are so talk-to-able.
Oddly, I saw someone on the street the other day who looks a lot like you. Made me do a double take.
We do need to spend an afternoon lounging about together eating brownies and watching SGA. And in six months we can!
The boss says I should go home, so I am. He's such a good boss. I will come in tomorrow prepared to do all kinds of work and charity stuff for Relay. I will.
Hopefully.
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:17 pm (UTC)Actually, it's warm and rainy today, almost 50 degrees out! The humidity feels wonderful.
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:19 pm (UTC)I keep forgetting who offered to make me one. There must be more people bored at work and used to doing this ...
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:43 pm (UTC)I envy you your warm rain! *glares outside*
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Date: 2006-03-09 08:50 pm (UTC)I too am grumpy. There are all these things happening that I do not have time to deal with because on Saturday, I'm getting on a plane and going away for ten days, during which there will be a wedding and seeing my family and I do not need DreamHost to pick NOW to crack down on web sites.
My head hurts. And I want to write porn. And I haven't done any work all day.
*grumps*
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:10 pm (UTC)::pets you::
But vacation, yay! Family weddings, yay! (At least, they tend to be pretty yay for me. YMMV *g*).
I want you to write porn, too.
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:11 pm (UTC)I hope. *g*
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 09:29 pm (UTC)I tried to make it porn, honest. And what came out was fluff. I hope you like it! *bites paws*
John's hair may or may not be a little bit singed (for which Lab Monkey Number Five will pay) and Rodney's covered in grease and ink from that squid-like thing.
He's also grumpy as hell, so John figures the best thing for both of them right now might be a shower. Rodney's grouching about Atlantian sea-life and idiot lab monkeys the whole time John's peeling his clothes off in the bathroom, and doesn't even break stride when John turns the shower on and shoves him under the spray.
Rodney sputters, scowling as the ink runs out of his hair and down his face. John can’t really blame him—that stuff looks like it stings—so instead he sighs and abandons any hope he’d had left for any, ah, festivities.
“Stop that,” John says only semi-irritably, and pops the cap on the shampoo bottle. “Here. Cover your eyes.”
Reaching out, John slathers shampoo into Rodney’s hair and watches it change back to brown, ink-stained black water running out in rivulets between his fingers. Rodney’s grumbling is muffled by his hands, but if John’s not mistaken then it’s getting quieter as Rodney gets cleaner.
John shampoos Rodney’s hair clean at least one more time than is strictly necessary, massaging it into his scalp and smiling as the other man runs out of steam. He bumps their foreheads together when he’s done and sneaks a kiss to the still-scowling corner of Rodney’s mouth, resigned to nothing more than that until he feels the gentle pressure of Rodney’s hands at the small of his back and sees the small upward quirk at the other side of his mouth.
Then Rodney’s pulling back and turning them around, reaching for the shampoo and grinning wickedly; John tilts his head back into the spray and thinks that nothing short of the Wraith could stop them this time.
And even then, only maybe.
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:09 pm (UTC)Aw! I love it! Comment sweetness, that's what it is. I adore it.
He bumps their foreheads together when he’s done and sneaks a kiss to the still-scowling corner of Rodney’s mouth, resigned to nothing more than that until he feels the gentle pressure of Rodney’s hands at the small of his back and sees the small upward quirk at the other side of his mouth.
See, right there. It makes me go all wibbly. *g*
Thank you for the lovely, lovely images. *g*
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:16 pm (UTC)*spins*
I'm so glad it worked for you. (and I just remembered--"comment-fic cherry" should be amended to read "non-crackfic SGA comment-fic cherry" on account of that cracky Firefly madness in my own journal awhile back.)
But, YAY, it worked! Even without the porn.
Whew. ;D
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:44 pm (UTC)Just had a long nap and I think my brains are still snuggled into the pillow. Can I put in a bid for sitting with you on your couch and with the cookies and the silly TV show with all the hotties who make eyes at each other, please? That sounds about perfect!
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Date: 2006-03-09 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 01:08 am (UTC)my own fault, really. I spent my day writing long rants and exercising, not working on my dissertation revisions. bad miera. no biscuit.
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Date: 2006-03-10 04:03 pm (UTC)BTW, were you able to download 2.19?
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Date: 2006-03-10 04:04 pm (UTC)And the comment fic was an utter delight, wasn't it?
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Date: 2006-03-10 04:05 pm (UTC)::gives you a biscuit::
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Date: 2006-03-10 06:24 pm (UTC)I just need to watch it. *rubs paws*
Should I make a point to watch it before I see Allies tonight--like, is it to Allies like Instinct was to Conversion? Or is that not a problem?
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Date: 2006-03-10 06:42 pm (UTC)Plus, it's such a delicious episode. IMHO, of course. *g*
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Date: 2006-03-10 07:14 pm (UTC)and yup, comment fic rocked.