Continuing in my general crap-about-birthdays (seriously, I would forget Bill's birthday if he didn't remind me)...


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(Even if it's one day late.)

For your birthday, I promise not to bother you about leopards. Today, anyway.

As you know, the Children of Time awards have finished their voting, and posted their winners. And, as it turns out, the pages listing the nominees have been removed from the site - which among other things, makes it difficult to continue reviewing the ones I didn't get to review previously.

But, it also seems that the new round of nominations will begin on 1 January, and go through the end of the month, so perhaps this is just as well. There are just over 100 categories, all told (although not all are DW - some are Torchwood, or Sarah Jane Adventures), and even with each category capped at 15 fics apiece, that's quite a few new fics for me to review.

I cannot get them all in a month. Nor will I try. But I will try to review a decent percentage of them, and with luck, introduce you to stories you wouldn't have read otherwise. Which, after all, is the point.

However, for now - let's look at the ( Winners of Round One )

Conversation from yesterday, which I didn't post, because I was sick, but is too funny not to share

Bill: I knew you were sick, so I went to the grocery store.
Me: Okay.
Bill: I bought soup.
Me: ....um, why?
Bill: Because you're sick.
Me: But I made soup. On Sunday.
Bill: Yeah, but you're sick.
Me: But it's good soup.
Bill: I'm sure it is, but I'm getting sick.
Me: And there's still soup.
Bill: But I don't like your soup.
Me: .....
Bill: *blinks*
Me: YOU WHAT????
Bill: Please don't hurt me.
Me: Why don't you like my soup?
Bill: Listen, there are some things I just like better with all the preservatives and chemicals and bad stuff the companies put in them. Soup, whipped cream out of a can, and ice cream.
Me: Why don't you like my soup?
Bill: It's nothing personal.
Me: I feel like less of a woman.
Bill: Oh, God.
Me: I am de-womaned! I am no longer able to satisfy you as your wife!
Bill: This has NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT.
Me: How would you feel if I asked a guy to come in here and kill a bug, huh? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL?
Bill: Like, "Thank God, I'm not the one killing the bug."
Me: YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT.
Bill: Listen, babe, you call an exterminator, that's fine by me.
Me: Oh my God.
Bill: So...want some soup?

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If you were going to a concert in London, which location would you prefer?

Sharon. What are you planning?