dirty words

1) Aussies on my flist: my Star Trek Page-A-Day Calendar (thanks espirk and snarky_freak!) today informs me that it is Eight Hours Day in Australia. What, pray tell, is Eight Hours Day? Is it a holiday only for eight hours? Is there some strange form of calendar down under where the day actually only *is* eight hours long, and this doesn't screw up your entire calendar year somehow?

2) Okay, does anyone actually know anyone who used frienditto? I'm not looking for names, here, but are we all just threatening to defriend each other and fearing for the sanctity of our flocked posts for nothing? Or should I reset my phaser from snark to panic?

In other news, I could have sworn I typed, like, most of a Sheppard/Weir fanfic on my computer last night as I was falling asleep. Only now I can't find it. Or remember anything about it. All signs point to "dream" and/or "insanity," but I'm resisting the obvious explanation and continuing to search.

Edit: I found it (so *that's* what "hide window" does...), but it sucks. ALAS! But for some reason I can't bring myself to hate this bit of terrible poetry:

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(This didn't fit in comments, so I'm posting it here. Since sakuracorr and I are sharing a brain tonight, I blame half of it on her. Well, the idea is *entirely* her fault, the execution is mine.)

(If you do choose to read it, it's un-read-over and definitely fluffy funfic. And Sheppard/Weir, established relationship. And I really need that Pinky and the Brain icon now that was running around recently.)

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