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ooooh! I have the internet! - random, random, archaeology on mars, booked for murder, anything!

Our ISP is not popular in our house right now:

We had no internet for a week.

This was (unsurprisingly) tedious and frustrating.


I have done an extreme amount of typing for ONL - this week, again, he is in a surprisingly good mood.

Q: How many archaeologists does it take to install a light-bulb?
A: Four (including ONL doing the supervising) but you need all of them. It was the big central spot and about 20ft above the ground and if you drop, there's roman concrete a foot thick waiting to meet you.

Quoth ONL "buzzy, I have a special little job for you"
Quoth Me "ulp"
Quoth ONL "eat these left over biscuits."


I have been doing some stuff with "booked for murder" and there quite possibly be a third body. Seriously. It messes up the ending so I think I am going to downgrade it to knocked out (and unable to tell the boys anything useful) - I think death/concussion by catering size bottle of ersatz maple sauce hefted at you by a girlfriend who is angry you are not murdering enough people... is very unique. Things are getting very flow-charty here - huge "who knows what pages" and "50 ways to kill you mother" [sadly, no, there aren't 50 ways as much as there are not 57 varieties, but I like the song].
captain marvel

Writing Stuff

Okay, I've found a new, better way to manage the Booked For Murder project. I am using Pencil (a nifty open source screen stuff prototyping program which, more importantly, can do flow diagrams <3) to set up an Interview Bank - everyone's answers to questions minus the characterisation stuff that ties me in knots. Basically, it's who said what when and can pick holes in the boys' actions and omissions.

e.g. if Ray had shown the Receptionist the Victim Photo, they would have known that the Receptionist had only met a Imposter Victim and not be short a Witness.

Americadians: please name a general surface cleaning / sanitising product / multi-purpose disinfectant. Bonus points if it is pine-scented (which totally does not disguise the product but makes it worse). Something like "Detol" in the UK (or possibly even TCP - my boss likes the smell and keeps an open bottle in our office whenever the weather gets vaguely infectious)
callum and hugh

*smiles and waves*

I haven't updated lately. BFM is up in the air. There are too many bits lurking all over the place.

I have, however, been stitching. This is good.
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hugh house

Thinking Allowed (booked for murder) - exploring the Consulate.

Previously on due South, Ray Kowalski sought (and found) Asylum in the Canadian Consulate.

Now in Booked For Murder he has temporary official status in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police as the American-Canadian Temporary Liaison Officer. As an 'official' exchange officer, he has full access to the 'behind the scenes' section of the Diplomatic Services Detachment based in the Territory of Illinois in the City Known as Chicago.

The parking garages: completely unfit for [intended] use. Very fit for any use the Security Team (who have the keys) protecting the Consulate and all who work in her. Turnbull uses it to keep his motorcycle. There is a distinctly illegal firing range running the length of the corridor that connects the individual car-parking unit things.

   corridor (be careful)           target | 
_______   ________  ________   ________   / emergency exit door
         ]          ]         ]          ]|
garage 1 ] garage 2 ] garage 3] garage 4 ]|
motor    ] official ]{moffats}] official ]|
cycle    ] storage  ]{car is }] paperwork]|
do not   ] large    ]{stuck  }] etc - end]|
touch    ] Consular ]{here he}] bricked  ]|
pain of  ] equipm ~ ]{ignored}] up by the]|
pain     ] + junk   ]{advice }] boys     ]|

The parking bays are too narrow to open the car doors and you must back in carefully if you want to drive out.

Guess what? Consul Moffatt (sp?) didn't listen to (well, completely ignored) the Mounties when they told him not to use the parking garage. The bays are too narrow for you to open your door and exit your vehicle. The very tight entrances also mangle your wing mirrors if you don't fold them in first. You must reverse in if you want to get out again. The Consul had to smash his windscreen to get out of the vehicle and it hasn't moved since. The only suggestion for how to get it out is to disassemble it and then rebuild it somewhere else. The Consul is too tight to pay anyone to do this.

There is also the Junior Officers' Ready Room is about the size of Fraser's office but with a three-seater couch stuffed in (Fraser and Turnbull disassembled it one weekend) and a television. Tucked under a macramé antimacassar is a (very contraband) beer cooler (Fraser and Turnbull tested it after re-assembling the couch) and a noticeboard complete with a sign-up sheet for a trip to the Vancouver Gay Pride event. Since Fraser and Turnbull are not permitted to go on leave at the same time, this seems a little redundant. The RCMP pay for officially-sanctioned group social events... so if there is a group sign-up form, that makes it an official social event...

There is also a strictly STAFF ONLY bathroom. Ray now qualifies. Fraser keeps his wash bag and shaving stuff on the windowsill. This is very useful.

Very ETA: My ascii art worked fine when I uploaded this darn thing - why it has collapsed now, I really don't know. *miffed*

Extra ETA: fuck it, lj

Double ETA: does this work on browsers that are not Chrome?

Answer: yes [opera, internet explorer and edge tested] [also, firefox]
animal: omg llamas!

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Hello. Haven't been writing (or internetting) much because I am working on EQ's Christmas present (confused? gift from EQ). It's a dmc "little mermaid" kit (not the Disney version, the original Hans Christian Andersen version) and it has one of the worst, most evil, hard-to-read charts I have ever encountered. I do a lot of cross stitch (I sort of omitted the 'cross stitch' bit, didn't I?) and this was bad. Photocopied to double size = still nearly unreadable. *yikes* I resorted to colour pencils (and that doesn't help very much) in seriously unnatural colours, so I now have zombie day-of-the-dead mermaid. :-|

I woke up and had another "it doesn't work because it doesn't belong in here in the first place' moments about booked for murder (the due South [Agatha Christie style] project of DOOM) and now I don't know whether to do some writing/chopping now or do some more mermaid.


Fraser has realised that most Chicagoans can't distinguish between Mounties. Following the murder of a Canadian Novelist, the RCMP have informed the CPD that they will be taking the case and are sending their crack International Investigation Task Force [it needs a much snappier name - Turnbull has ideas] to investigate. There is no International Task Force. There hasn't ever been an International Task Force.

So, the International Task Force has been created to save [RCMP] face in front of the Americans and actually consists of: 2 Mounties, 1 American Liaison Officer and their Regimental Mascot. Yes, Dief has an official job description for the sole purpose of legitimising Fraser's half-wolf pure-breed (sp) Malamute presence in the Consulate [as conceived by the Fraser/Turnbull brain trust].

Because most of the Chicago population (including any CPD personnel who haven't previously met Fraser) can't distinguish between Mounties, the Task Force consists of Mountie-With-A-Hat, Mountie-Without-A-Hat, Mountie-Without-A-Hat-But-Wearing-His-Forage-Cap-Instead, Mountie-With-Black-Hair, Mountie-With-Brown-Hair, Mountie-With-Blond-Hair-But-Also-Laryngitis (Sorry, Ray), Mountie-In-A-Brown-Uniform (Fraser's pre-1970 'classic' look), Mountie-In-A-Blue-Uniform (Turnbull in the current modern-style uniform), Mountie-Telephone-Operator...

I think you get the idea. An expert team will be deploying according to their respective specialisms, so most people never see more than two Mounties at any time. This is an evil plan.

Note to me: Fraser has a box of 'props' in the back of the Mom Mobile.
hugh house

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To Fraser, the [Torrington West] was a bathetic disappointment. Even if Welsh’s giddy recall of the place was exaggerated, Fraser would have still imagined something more exotic than this melamine purgatory. Fraser had a fanciful notion that there would be luxurious surroundings, dazzling iridescent lights, frantic activity and beautiful people. When Fraser was much younger, squared away in the soft, warm, torch-lit embrace of his blankets, he could read and dream of a place far away from his own, cold existence. Tall beautiful women dressed in high pointed shoes and draped in fur smoking from cigarette holders. Sharp-suited young men of dubious background seduced rich widows and pretty yet foolish girls.
hugh house

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lj, can I have my old interface back please? this one is just not working for me.

and i want my most recent commments thing back on my home page pls.

i want my home page back

this one doesn't mean anything


the only problem was that the locked/friends/public drop down wasn't there so i assumed the interface had broken - :-(

ETA: sorted! Thank you lj!
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