And Around And Away We Go. . .
Nov. 16th, 2014 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickThe time circuit control tubes are warmed up, the hoverboard and future clothes are packed, those Indians won't even be there so don't worry about them -- it's time for Marty to head back to September 1885 and save Doc from a violent death! And so Backie days come to an end as Doc fires off the pistol that we first saw in 1985 in Part I, as Doc tried to use it to defend Marty against the Libyans. (Nice bit of continuity there, no?) Vaya Con Dios, Marty!
. . .Although I do believe November 22nd is the release date for Part II, so I guess we have a technical Backie day coming up, but I've never knocked myself out to remember those. Though I will be making the effort next year. It's the big one, after all. ;)
Today has been -- well, it started with one of my curtains partially falling when I tried to open them this morning, progressed to doing an extended dusting and rearranging act with my toys when some of my shit fell over thanks to me trying to fix the curtains, and then into shared stress with my parents (the woman my mother takes care of is sick, and the Patriots aren't playing so hot in tonight's game against the Colts). So yeah, I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow just to have this day over with. Gotta finish up a few tags first, though. And have ice cream. I desperately need ice cream.
All right, that's enough bitching from me. Important shit got done, and that's the main thing. So I'll do my tags and say g'night -- G'night!
. . .Although I do believe November 22nd is the release date for Part II, so I guess we have a technical Backie day coming up, but I've never knocked myself out to remember those. Though I will be making the effort next year. It's the big one, after all. ;)
Today has been -- well, it started with one of my curtains partially falling when I tried to open them this morning, progressed to doing an extended dusting and rearranging act with my toys when some of my shit fell over thanks to me trying to fix the curtains, and then into shared stress with my parents (the woman my mother takes care of is sick, and the Patriots aren't playing so hot in tonight's game against the Colts). So yeah, I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow just to have this day over with. Gotta finish up a few tags first, though. And have ice cream. I desperately need ice cream.
All right, that's enough bitching from me. Important shit got done, and that's the main thing. So I'll do my tags and say g'night -- G'night!
