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AHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM BACK!




So after yesterday's fiasco, I've finally got my internet sorted and brought back to life. It more sputtered than John Barrowman© full on gasping, but we got it back.

What annoys me though is that I told the guy FIVE TIMES on the phone what the problem was, and that I could nip to the shop and get a new ADSL cable and simply give them the receipt to reimburse the cost of the new cable. They told me not to do that until they were absolutely certain that the cable was the problem, and that they'd be sending a handy man round to look at the hardware.

So he comes around, he looks at the router, he tests a couple of things ....... "Your ADSL cable is having trouble transferring the information."

... yah. No shit Sherlock.

I wouldn't be too bothered by their caution, had Roy not had the exact same problem two weeks ago and they let him sort it out the way I suggested - hell, I was the one that pointed out the problem, what the problem was and how they had to fix it!

One thing that pisses me off about IT guys - and I've got this a lot - is the assumption that because I'm a girl, I don't know anything about computers.

Hello? I have a t-shirt with the slogan 'No, I will not fix your computer' for a reason!!

In other news, I had the most surreal experience of my life today. I was in town looking at ADSL cable prices, wearing a white t-shirt that I'd used a permanent marker to write "I am one of 9 hysterical women on the internet" on the back of. I was just happily minding my own business, when this lovely young lady comes over and asks if I'm part of the Save Ianto Jones campaign, to which I reply, "Yes, to an extent."

She tells me she is too, though she's not really an online-y sort of person and mainly sticks to Twitter rather than LiveJournal, and do I have a Twitter account? I say yes and I tell her my username is "a_silver_story".

... now I know what a full fangirl squee looks like in person, and so do several innocent people in PC World, Chester.

Apparently she reads my fic *waves* and loves it to the point of refreshing her page every hour or so to look for updates even when she's in lectures. I rather ungracefully turned beetroot red by this point, mumbling a couple of thankyous and stuff with no idea what I'm supposed to say.

She did ask me a couple of questions though, that I shall reproduce and answer for you all here:



How are you?


Fine, thanks.



How did you come up with that immortal!Ianto theory with the Timey Wimey and the axis?

I was lying in bed, contemplating that if Jack was fixed point in a Timey Wimey ball (as presented to us in 'Blink'), he'd have to be in the middle of said ball in order for Time to flow smoothly and work in order with no problems. So I thought to myself: what if he wasn't? What if he moved?

And the basic science of the axis behind it present in my mind for ... er ... reasons I can't go into here gave me the blatant answer.

Someone would have got this theory eventually, I just ... got there first.






How can you manage to write such long updates and post them so often?


Insomnia. I'm an insomniac. I go for about three days without sleeping at a time, and need something I can do without waking the SO. So I write stories.

My updates usually average around 7,000 words for Silver Service, and usually about the same for prose entries of IM. My recent 'Hallowe'en Treat' was 16,455 words, and was started on October 31st, finished on November 3rd. If was taking part in NaNoWriMo, I'd be wayyyyy ahead. 50,000 words a month? Easssssy. I've been doing that since about July.

I've also finally started working on my book, which I hope to finish within about six months with as little damage the flow of fic as possible .

I post often because I have the internet. If I don't have the internets, people get hurt.







What are you doing here?

I'm looking for a cheap ADSL cable. Mine's broken, but the guys who're supposed to look after our broadband don't believe me because I'm a woman-kind.




Have you seen Shark Attack 3?


Yes. One day I might come to terms with that.

... or stop randomly laughing to myself.





Will the IM series ever end?


Yes.



How will it end?



Badly.

Ianto dies, Jack flies away on Myfanwy's back and gets shot down over the Bristol Channel, Gwen takes over as head of Torchwood and Rhys and Andy never discover that they are, in fact, meant for each other (in a very homosexual way).



Oh .... you ... you are lying, aren't you?


Yep.




How will Silver Service end?



Badly.


Ianto and Lisa die, Jack flies away on an RAF plane that gets shot down over the Bristol Channel, it turns out that Barbara is called Janet after all, Toshiko and Owen lose their baby to gremlins and Gwen and Rhys take over as the main focus of the story.




Are you going to tell me any true plot lines?


Nope. Stop asking.








I've actually told the plot line for Silver Service to one person, and one person only and shall share it with no more. Unless you bribe me summit good.

I'm desperate for cash. Totally dried up thanks to those stoopid £350 bank charges after I got overdrawn on my CoE pre-order ... that I couldn't cancel because the BBC moved the release date from the 27th to the 13th and had already taken my money by the time I decided I didn't want the bastard DVD any more (coincidentally, on Day Four I reached this decision ....)

Anyhoo, thank you Jenny for the little PC World chat, it means a lot to me that my writing has made you laugh, cry and squee in public quite so profoundly.


Love to you all; whether thee be minions, readers or floaters just drifting by.


Silver

xxxx