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Should probably not be posting again since I've still got a ton of comments and flist entries piling up, but bah. Nobody's ever accused me of being sensible about this sort of thing.

1. Happy belated birthday to livii!  Hope your birthday was fantastic and the coming year is good to you.

2. On the subject of recent movies: Where has Hot Fuzz been all my life? Especially the last few minutes of the outtake reel? *hugs movie in all its insanity*

3. Not written much lately. This is as much due to lack of time as anything else - work's keeping me quite busy, so I can't indulge in leisurely ficcing during the slow hours, and life's picked up the pace recently as well - but another bout of Writerly Self-Doubt and Angst and Woe has rolled through as well, so that's not helping. These funks generally pass in a week or so, though, so for the moment I'm hunkering down, writing aimlessly just to keep in the habit, and hoping that no one steals the prompts I want. :)

4. Concert Day is tomorrow. My uncle and I did a practice run of the route I'm going to take, which wasn't too complicated, especially since Brother will be in the passenger's seat, navigating. Unfortunately, the way does involve spending time on a highway that I loathe because everyone on it wants to kill you. 

My experiences with driving are one of the many reasons that I don't understand people at all. Do other drivers just not realize how likely you are to die in traffic? Do other people not grasp the idea that a two-ton hunk of steel, plastic, and glass traveling at upwards of sixty miles an hour is a really, really dangerous thing? Obviously, they don't, because if they did they wouldn't be doing crossword puzzles while they drive.

And yet I'm supposed to be the one who's paranoid.

*ahem* Sorry. Rant over. Anyway, the rest of today (after I get home from work) will probably be spent packing and preparing for the concert. I'm taking the day off tomorrow rather than trying to negotiate the transit time from work to home to Concert Venue, so I'll have a little time in the morning, but better to just get ready now.

5. On a completely off-topic note: Has anyone seen those commercials for Black Label liquor? The ones where the background is all black, so it looks like the name on the box, the label on the bottle, the liquid itself, etc. are all floating in the air? Does anyone know what the song is that's playing during that commercial (the only audible lyric is "mysterious chemistry/you taste like home to me")? I heard it at Banana Republic the other day and I'd really like to know what it is.

Farewell for now.

(last post for the day, I swear)

I'm done studying now. I know my iamb from my trochee and my sestina from my villanelle and I am Generally Prepared.

I will soon sit down and get to writing, replying to comments, and replying to posts. 

But first, I just have to say...


*grumble* 

[ETA] But no matter how mad I get, there will always be things that restore my faith in fandom.

Like the fact that the doctorwhocommunity has a Pervy Doctor Fanciers tag.

And that if you go about seven posts down, you start hitting the Pervy Doctor Fanciers picspams - one for each Doctor, including the actors in other roles.

I am not making this up.

There's the added bonus that, if/once I start doing Academy-Era fanart, I have myself a handy-dandy Theta Sigma, all ready to dress in Prydonian robes and go. Now all I need to do is assemble myself a Koschei out of bits of Derek Jacobi, John Simm, and Roger Delgado and I'll be set to go!

Also it turns out my test is on Wednesday. I feel better. :D

I call it meta but really it's whining.

Since my mother retains an inexplicable love for CSI: Miami (probably because she never saw the earlier seasons and doesn't believe me when I tell her how superior they are in every way to Season 6), my family of course watched the first post-strike episode. It was not "Sharked!", and thus failed to meet my expectations.

I ended up introducing my mom and dad to the term "Shades of Justice" when we did. Dad was amused; Mom still thinks I'm a freak for doing things like naming Horatio's sunglasses and yelling at the characters when they're stupid. Also, Mom insists that Miami really is that brightly-colored and sunny. I don't believe her. 

As for the actual episode...well, it wasn't bad. Okay, actually, it was bad - the motive for the murder was flimsy and the MO was so impossibly convoluted it made no sense.

But the thing is, this episode was sort of at the Season 6 Baseline of Suck. It wasn't especially bad, it was just...default for Season 6. Average. Unfortunately, 'average' for Season 6 isn't very good.

Oh, and there was one particular scene that made me hiss and spit with loathing and docked the episode a million zillion points in my personal tally:
*sigh* I feel better now.

Anyway, there was little to note on the character front, except apparently there's some sort of conflict between Eric and Ryan that appears to have come from nowhere but will probably shuffle off into a plot hole and never show up again.

But enough about that. What I really want to talk about is next week's trailer.


Gosh, it's been some time since I've engaged in tl;dr Miami meta. Felt kind of good, it did. :D Of course, I'm sure I'll be disappointed with the upcoming story arc, but it doesn't hurt to contemplate.

Back to That Doctor Who Fic What Stubbornly Refuses To Be Written. *grumble* Someone tell me why I keep trying to write Liz Shaw when her voice is so frustratingly elusive.

(also, is it bad that I missed Diet Mountain Dew and Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds while I was at home?)

Screw you.

Screw you ALL.

 

Oh, bitchcakes.

Bitchcakes drizzled in lose-sause and topped with creme de la fail. 

I'm never going to get this damn short story finished. It's due tomorrow and I don't even think I have it half-done. And honestly, I still don't know where it's going or how it's going to end. 

And I don't feel at all inspired, so it's not like I can reward myself with fic after I do a substantial amount of writing.

And I'm freaking tired. It's to late for me to write anything coherent.

And I have to spend tomorrow packing because I'm going home Friday and I have nothing packed. And I have, thus far, no clue what I'm doing for my Bio project, and it's due in two weeks. 

BitchCAKES. *falls over*

I really will reply to you all once I'm not dead tired. Although I must shout-out now: Big sis, you have made my bitchcakey day at least %100 better. :)  

[ETA] Dear world at large:

Please tell me you're bullshitting me.

This fucking story's due in less than three hours - three fucking hours - and you choose THAT PRECISE FUCKING MOMENT to have me drop my laptop and break the monitor. You've got to be bullshitting me.

Even better? You make me drop it by sending a gigantic fucking SPIDER across my path. You KNOW how I get with big bugs. So why on earth would you send a spider crawling onto my bed while I'm holding my baby laptop and I've got a fucking assignment due?

And see, now in the unlikely event that I get any of this shit done on time, I'm not even going to be able to sleep well in my own room, because all I'll be able to think about is that fucking SPIDER crawling over me in my sleep and laying eggs in my skin.

Roast in hell, spider. I fucking hate you. You made me kill my baby. I curse you unto the thousand millionth generation, and hope that every single one of your fucking spider babies gets SQUASHED LIKE THE FUCKING INSECT IT IS by some vengeful shoe or newspaper. Fuck you.

*exhale*

*silently prays for a way to fix my baby*

You know, I was going to keep all my thoughts to myself about this episode until I wrote the review, but I just can't keep this in any longer:

Well, fine. FINE, CSI: Miami, if that's the way you want it. Screw you TOO. *tantrum*

The rant enclosed may contain spoilers. Such as they are.  And capslock.

 
You know, I managed to hold off writing a gratuitous-torture S5 alternate finale for this long, but now I kind of think I have to do it out of pure revenge. Your vitals better be damn ready for me, Horatio. *steeples fingers evilly*

(On another note, I haven't used this icon in forever. I missed it.)

I seem to have been away for so long that my dog no longer recognizes my laptop, and believes that it is a tasty dog treat. *nudges dog away*

...that on Valentine's Day, I rant about people ranting about Valentine's Day.

But the bitterness and general emo-dom surrounding V-Day has become so annoying this year that I feel like I have to rant a day early.

You know me. I normally have no problem with bitterness. So if it's getting on my nerves, it's gotta be pretty bad.

So no, college, I will not be joining you in celebrating "Black Valentine's Day" or "Anti-Valentine's Day" or whatever the hell name you've given it this year. Valentine's Day is the one day of the year I'm not going to be bitter. Know why? Because everyone expects you to be bitter on Valentine's Day. It's become almost fashionable. I'd rather be bitter when everyone least expects it. That way I've got the element of surprise. XD

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So, today in Bio lab, my lab group and I were all trying to figure out when we should meet to complete our Powerpoint presentation. Thursday was agreed upon.

So we argued about times for a while, because everyone (including me) has something to do on Thursdays. Eventually, we decided to meet at 9 p.m.

Me (thinking): Aw, damn, I'm going to have to miss new CSI *again*...

However, I decide to say nothing, as Bio class takes precedence over TV. But suddenly -
Lab Partner (in panic-stricken tone): Guys, we can't do it then! That's when Gray's Anatomy's on!

Cue my barely supressed scream of rage.

I don't dislike Gray's. I don't watch it, but that's a matter of taste. I have no objection to the show.

What pisses me off about this is, if I had said "Guys, I can't meet then. There's new CSI tonight," everyone would have told me that Bio work was more important, and that I could just skip it tonight or tape it or something.

But no. We just can't skip new Gray's. Gray's is different. Gray's is a damn RELIGION.

You know, people obsessed over TV shows like you do LONG before anyone had ever heard of Gray's Anatomy. You know what you called them? Nerds.