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Does anybody know of good long Danny/Casey fic other than Dancing On Glass? A certain girl of my acquaintance has just gotten started reading slash and wants more Sports Night, and it's apparently my job to keep her happy, so please, help. (The trickster archive is down, or I could do a better job of searching myself...)
And now...
Random observations:
My intimate acquaintance with wooden pallets is now going on two months of duration, and I have to say, you'd be surprised how often they break into conveniently long pointy stake-like pieces. Buffy would have a field day.
Boxes of paper are really, really heavy.
We've gotten to the part of the month where, round about five in the morning, the moon, big and bright, is visible through the front windows. Walking back and forth from the toner aisle in front to aisle 4, where the extra toner is stored in feeder shelves, I kept stopping to stare; with the store reflected against the darkness outside, the moon seemed to be hanging right over Electronics, close enough to reach out and touch, if I brought the tall ladder over.
A realization from last night: this is my job. Putting price tags on batteries is my job.
Still haven't won the lottery. (Matched one number on each of two tickets). So I still have to go to work tonight.
In Southfield.
Due to somebody's typo in a description field somewhere, Mean Streak Markers come up on the scanner whosits as DEAN STREAK, which made me giggle since I saw it the night after![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kikala was so kind as to describe to a few of us just why Callum and Paul's laughter at the end of MotB looks so genuine...
And now...
Random observations:
My intimate acquaintance with wooden pallets is now going on two months of duration, and I have to say, you'd be surprised how often they break into conveniently long pointy stake-like pieces. Buffy would have a field day.
Boxes of paper are really, really heavy.
We've gotten to the part of the month where, round about five in the morning, the moon, big and bright, is visible through the front windows. Walking back and forth from the toner aisle in front to aisle 4, where the extra toner is stored in feeder shelves, I kept stopping to stare; with the store reflected against the darkness outside, the moon seemed to be hanging right over Electronics, close enough to reach out and touch, if I brought the tall ladder over.
A realization from last night: this is my job. Putting price tags on batteries is my job.
Still haven't won the lottery. (Matched one number on each of two tickets). So I still have to go to work tonight.
In Southfield.
Due to somebody's typo in a description field somewhere, Mean Streak Markers come up on the scanner whosits as DEAN STREAK, which made me giggle since I saw it the night after
kikala was so kind as to describe to a few of us just why Callum and Paul's laughter at the end of MotB looks so genuine...
Speaking of Dancing on Glass
Re: Speaking of Dancing on Glass
(But please don't read Part Five. It's a much nicer story if you don't read Part Five. I have friends who YEARS LATER have not forgiven me for not warning them not to read Part Five.)