…Almost! I did update something, just not on this site. Yes, I have finally gotten the Five Cats Press site up! With lots of pictures, although they’re not very good ones because I sort of suck at photography AND I took most of them with my phone on a backdrop made out of a wrinkled sheet draped over the seat of our weight machine. So yes, you damn well should be impressed that they came out as good as they did.
In defense of myself on the fic front, I did do quite a bit of work on BobsWorld this weekend and I came up with an idea for a new crossover fic last week.
Okay, I had planned to update this weekend – I told a few people I was going to, specifically that I was going to update Dry Rot over on the BobsWorld page. Didn’t happen, sorry. We had out of state company, Tex had to make a surprise trip to the emergency room on Friday, and then she was in the hospital all weekend, and so absolutely nothing got done.
I still plan to update Dry Rot, look for it sometime over the next week because I’m just too beat to do it tonight and I have work tomorrow.
On a happier note, Tex is back home and feeling fine, just a little tired, and because she was watching LotR in the hospital she now has some interesting new ideas for crossover fic. 
I’m making an effort to clean out my WIP files, so look for strange things to start appearing here at the Campfire for a while. Today’s new addition was written several years ago, after I watched a movie called Sherlock. It consists of two ‘diary entries’ written by Watson, and it is slash – if you haven’t seen this particular movie and you can only picture Holmes as Basil Rathbone or Jeremy Brett (who was unquestionably the very best Holmes ever), my suggestion would be to skip this particular offering and go read something other than
Excerpts from the Private Diary of Dr. John Watson
A brief word on Holmes movies: I never did like Basil Rathbone. I LOVE Jeremy Brett. Robert Downey Jr. was interesting. James D’Arcy brought a different flair to the character. Matt Frewer was really enjoyable to watch. The animated series (Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century) was odd but fun. The audio books read by Edward Hardwicke were wonderful. And the most recent Holmes film, which was released by The Asylum earlier this year, has got what I believe to be the worst Holmes I’ve ever seen. (In addition it also has a dinosaur, a sea monster, a dragon, and a very crude steampunk version of Iron Man – this thing was created to be watched on Bad Movie Night, in spite of the fact that they somehow got Dominic Keating and Gareth David-Lloyd to be in it. Thankfully neither of them as Holmes, although I think Dominic would make a great one).
