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Friday weather report: Sitting in my little flat, the rain has tapered off. Tornado warnings didn't phase the kitty boys who purred next to me, their eyes half-lidded.

I have things arranged so that I look at the tidiest, most well-decorated corner of the room. A brass music stand. A prim table with lace tablecloth I crocheted myself holding a glass vase with pampas grass plumes. Very pretty. I can ignore the half-finished projects scattered around the rest of the room.

Kiddie report: I had one student make tremendous progress this week. So proud of him. Last Saturday, after a year of public school World History classes, he couldn't even tell me about the river valley civilizations. By last night, he could recap all of world history. Was it enough to pass the test?

His parents want a guarantee. My boss wants a guarantee. He has the general picture, yes. But it's a tough test. Does he know enough detail? I can only say that he's done well, but a week isn't much time to learn the entire history of the world. My boss doesn't like that answer. :/ She's afraid his unrealistic parents (who don't seem to understand he's not in a good school district) will yell at her if they don't get their good score. What he needed most was time management, which was something they can help him with.

And now, fandom report: Ta-da!

I'm pleased to announce that Colls has posted her podfic of...

Title: Collisions podfic! (story here)
Fandom: SGA/SPN crossover
Pairing: Gen, with obligatory slashiness
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Did you know it takes 12,000 words to make a 1,000 word ficlet make sense to two fandoms? Thank you to Rabidfan, Skinscript, Amalthia, Mecurtin, and Wordwitch, who put it through the wringer until it worked for both SGA and SPN fans. Written for the Help Haiti fundraiser and soooooo late. Story sponsored by Somnolentblue who made a donation in exchange for said "ficlet."
Summary: The engine gunned and they caught up, moving alongside the red car long enough for Sam to catch a glimpse of a guy in a bomber jacket and Aviator glasses, his generous mouth in a hard line – until the guy smirked, and cut Dean off at the next turn.

Also, I've posted a new SGA ficlet:

Title: The Scientific Method
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Rodney/Radek
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Thank you to Rabidfan, IvoryGates, and Sian for the beta help. By way of explanation. I missed the SGA Smooch deadline, and I'm too impatient to wait for a whole week to post. I've starved you guys long enough.
Summary: "Don't do the clock! I hate it when you do the clock!"

Did a really crappy job on my presentation (head in hands) but at least it's over. Behind, behind, behind at school. I've recovered, more or less, in my Chinese History class. Almost recovered in the English class.

This is making me very happy. I have it playing aloud and Monte kitty enjoys it. He looked toward the computer with big eyes, and now he's curled up, fur fluffed, body relaxed, his ears perked in this direction. Hee.

Cold day. WG and the boys froze at work yesterday and this morning, well, WG stole all the covers last night. Somewhere around midnight I gave up on stealing them back. So I woke up shivering at 4am when his alarm went off. As he got up he said, "You're freezing" and tucked the blankets around me.

The apartment was still cold when started my Chinese History readings an hour later. I curled up in a pile of blankets. A half hour in, I noticed Fuzzhead had quietly joined me, looking a little chilled himself (fur notwisthstanding notwithstanding - typo deleted, though I'm amused at the lisp). He gratefully accepted a corner of a blanket tucked around him.

Other happy-making things:

The Breeding Ground podfic is up!

Not all podfic is created equal. I've tried to do my own, and that's how I learned that there is an essential prerequisite: Talent.

Fortunately, celtic_tigress has talent in spades. I've been following her podfic of smittywing's The Best Things In Life Are Free and now I get podfic of my very own! With someone talented! Who varies the voices and tells it like a professional storyteller and everything.