"Did you use the hob last night?"

"Yes? I made pasta to go with - "

"Oh. Well, only use the oven and the microwave. Don't use the hob. I don't use the hob."

"But - what - "

"Because then it'll have to be cleaned. So don't use it. Just use the microwave from now on."

ETA: Also, I've gotten three 'Recent death of a member of the college community' emails in my uni inbox in the past week, all postgrads.

Suddenly glad I am taking that year off. :|

A heads-up: bookshop's Red Cross ficathon is open again, until 10pm EST tonight. The deal: for every 100 words of fic posted in the comments, bookshop will donate $1 (up to a total of $100) to this Red Cross drive, where every dollar raised this week will be matched by a local business. So far, $78.40 worth of fic has been written - that's 2,160 words left to go.

Alternatively, for every $1 you donate to the campaign, you get 100 words of fic from bookshop based on a prompt of your choosing.

So if anybody has any mojo left over from writing porn drabbles all day yesterday and/or is brimming over with fandomly creativity after striking against LJ for a WHOLE DAY, this would be a good place to dump it. Just sayin'!

ETA: Which it is I wrote moar, though am unsure if they are long enough to bother reposting. Rome and Rome/GO, respectively.