Looking through the movie reviews in this week's paper, I realized that the media I'm most excited about at the moment are
a) the season finale of Transformers Prime
b) the next episode of My Little Pony c
) the pending release of the next chapter of The Silver Lining d
) Real Steel, which looks to be about as thoughtful as a box of rocks but fuck it, I don't care, Hugh Jackman and boxing robots.

...and now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and read Finnegan's Wake or something so I can pretend I'm still any decent kind of intellectual. I'm going to an exhibit of sound in art this weekend! And there's a very meaningful and thoughtful movie about pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago that I want to see! My brain hasn't completely atrophied, please believe me. :(

Of course, reading the movie reviews also brought to me the disquieting discovery that one of the city's art theaters is actually playing Human Centipede 2: Full Sequence. Like on an actual screen and everything, as if it were a real movie and not an enormous Aristocrats-joke-turned-horror-story.

Yes, I said Human Centipede 2. There's a sequel.

If we were in the movies this would be the point where I would start to sob, and then my sobs would slowly dissolve into deranged laughter as I at last went mad from the revelation.

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On a real life note: On the one hand, I actually quite like spiders, and am very grateful to them for eating other bugs that we consider pests, like stink bugs and mosquitoes. On the other hand, our backyard is getting covered in cobwebs and it's getting a little spooky back there.

But I did, first off, want to thank you all for putting up with my endless rambling on.

But. I finally finished my Highlander rewatch, instead of going off what I remembered from watching it ages ago.

And I want to write all the fics about it. All of the fics. Even about the sequels and the sequels were more or less total arsebiscuits. And I even got all teary-eyed at the bit where [SPOILER] died.

Why do I always get into fandoms that no one else cares about, guys; I'm pretty sure if there is a Highlander fandom it's mostly focused on the TV series, and I'm not as interested in Duncan at the moment because the only things I saw him in were Endgame and The Source, and squee outlet somewhere gaaaah. You know, I could have gotten into, like, Game of Thrones or something, but no, that would be just too easy.

Also I think the version I remembered must have been TV-edited, because there was an odd moment when we finally got to the big romance scene and I was all like "Aww, they finally got together HOLY CRAP I DON'T REMEMBER BREASTS IN THIS MOVIE." It's like to be in an Eighties action movie you had to have at least one scene of your silhouetted nipples (see: Terminator).

Guys guys guys.

Did you know that Mark Strong is going to play Sinestro in the upcoming Green Lantern movie? Because Mark Strong is going to play Sinestro in the Green Lantern movie, which is EXTREMELY EXCITING. I hate to be all DC biased and everything but MARK STRONG GREEN LANTERN MOVIE EEEEEE.

I refuse to admit that the prospect of Ryan Reynolds wearing essentially body paint has anything at all to do with it.

Oh, and when I brought up the Green Lantern movie, my brother informed me that a lot of his classmates were puzzled that the Green Lantern in the movie wasn't a black guy. That makes me a bit happy. Though I will be a touch disappointed if John Stewart isn't in this movie, at least tangentially.

Two other brief points: 

1. Rango is a rather charming Spaghetti Western pastiche with really good voice work, a fantastic Ennio Morricone-style score,  and some beautiful animation, and I quite recommend it, particularly if you're a fan of Westerns.

Although it's pretty sad that I'm able to pick out Bill Nighy's voice, while he's using a different accent, solely by the way he pronounces his vowels. I need to get out more.

2. The first Transformers movie is on ABC right now. My mother has insisted we keep it on because she likes it, because she likes the CGI and she finds Frenzy cute.

I'm not even sure what to do with this.

1. The bad news: I managed to overdraw my checking account yesterday. Only by a few dollars, and I was able to quickly transfer some money from my savings and avoid fees and things, but it was still an unwelcome moment of panic, and now I have very little money left in either checking or savings. :( Which is all on me, since I've not been very responsible with my money, but it doesn't help that I haven't earned any since last summer. Fortunately my parents were kind enough to front me parking fare until I start getting my paychecks from Fair Trade Shop, but even so. I am used to having some stuff saved up! Being broke is not good.

The good: Fortunately, there is more of this!

a. My laptop lives! She also runs a bit faster now that all the stuff's been cleared off, and now I can leave all my school documents and things on my external drive. The only major losses: about 500 words total of fic (everything else that hasn't been saved is posted up here; thank goodness for my attention-whoring) and all my bug photos. Which is what I'm most sad about, but most of those are on my Dad's camera so hopefully I should be able to retrieve them, and if nothing else they're all posted on DA so I can go get them there.

Oh, and all my bookmarks are gone. That's going to be the hardest thing.

b. I have done my first paid week at The Shop! Not gotten paid yet, though, but it's nice just to have a job, and I think I am doing it reasonably well. I give the Fair Trade Schpiel. I convince people to buy things. The whole deal.

Interesting people who have been in the shop this past week:

i. A couple of Korean ladies who neither spoke nor understood English, thus our transaction was completed almost completely in gesture.

ii. An elderly man missing some of his front teeth, and who smelled very strongly of alcohol; when he came into the store, he told me "Things don't make sense, and that's why I drink. I like everything in a room to be the same." And from there he just went around and looked at things, and asked what they were made of, and seemed surprised that everything was handcrafted. When we got to the section with the chessboards he moved the pieces into a position that he told me was the most difficult position in chess, hwere even seasoned pros couldn't tell how the game was going to go from there. And then, after a while, he left.

I think he might have been homeless, but either way, I just felt like I should talk to him.

iii. An adorable young Japanese couple, who also didn't speak a whole lot of English, but who kept laughing and teasing each other - the boy kept trying on huge straw hats and asking his girlfriend if he looked cool. Also notable for being the only time I've heard an actual Japanese person use the word "kawaii".

iv. A lady who used to be a buyer for kisii soapstone statues in Kenya (which is one of the things we sell), as well as a gemologist before that, so she was really knowledgable about our stuff and told me a lot of details I didn't know about how the jewlery was made. I told her (in the course of making conversation) that I'd wanted to be a gemologist when I was little; her resopnse was "You should do it! You just need to take a couple of courses to get certified!" Maybe if I don't get hired for anything long term, that's what I'll do, hah.

v. The librarian from my elementary school! And she remembered me! She asked me how I was doing, and was surprised to hear that I had graduated from college already. She's apparently retired from the library, though.

One thing hat I thought was funny was that she told me the reason she remembered me was that when I was in first grade I decided to rewrite the ending of a fairy tale into something I liked better, and she'd always thought that was funny. Which I thought was funny too, but at the same time does make me despair a bit that I will ever be able to write anything other than fanfiction. Because you know how most people who grow up to be writers make up stories when they're little? Yeah, no, I've pretty much been writing fanfic forever and it's all I'm good at, writing-wise. :( Though at least maybe this means I'll grow up to be good at theoretical or academic work because I'm good at looking at stories and their parts and how they work. 

(Fun fact: I "wrote" my first ever fanfiction before I knew how to write. When I was four I would make up continued adventures for the characters of The Rescuers Down Under and make my parents act them out with me.)

c. I went to see MegaMind a couple of days ago before work (I had a gift card for the movies) and quite enjoyed it! It was cute, and fun, and the title character was adorable and dorky and generally lovely. But the really sad thing is that I think this movie might actually be what jump-starts me into writing fic again after my long funk.

( Cut for mild spoilers. )

...also I may have come out of the movie shipping MegaMind/Minion a little bit. WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT JUDGING, OKAY. Besides, I'm half-convinced we were supposed to.

d. Speaking of movies (but on a completely tonally different note) Black Swan comes out on December 1 and the most complete cut of Metropolis yet is being released on Blu-Ray. Can I tell you how excited I am? I'm a lot excited. And maybe I can ask for Metropolis for Christmas and that'll be incentive to finish up my half-assed Disability Studies thesis on the artificial body and how Metropolis engages with it in relation to mechanization of labor. 

e. In front of MegaMind there was a real honest-to-goodness trailer for Transformers: Prime and it's gonna be here in just over a week! NEW CANON SO EXCITE.

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I finally don't have work tomorrow! Not that I don't like my job, not at all, but I am also rather fond of the idea of having a day off, especially since I'm working Black Friday. Sleeping in tomorrow, woo.

1. So today I filled out my first insurance claim form today! Filled in all the blanks and printed it out and mailed it in and everything! And then, and then, I made dinner. It was stir-fry. I cut up the vegetables and the chicken even though I'd never handled meat before, and then I cooked rice and fried the vegetables and meat and it was delicious! I AM SUCH AN ADULT UP IN HERE. :D 

Tomorrow? I'm gonna wake up early, and I'm gonna go get my work clothes tailored, and then I'm gonna send out more job applications, and then I'm gonna run some errands, and it's all gonna be AWESOME.

Actual Real Conversation while preparing dinner:

Muppet: Have you ever looked at raw meat and thought that that's what we look like inside?
Mom: ...you're so gross, honey.

2. In less mature news: I drew a thing for the first time in a while! It started out as another sketch of girl!human!Bulkhead but I can't seem to draw people who are bigger than a size 16 so I don't really know how that's going to work. But I like her face so she's going up here. Maybe I'll finally re-download GIMP and color her. 

( I don't know what she's looking at. )


3. And a random bit of cuteness: Paige O'Hara and Robby Benson, the voice actors of Belle and the Beast in Beauty and the Beast, head down to Disney World for the commemorative re-release of the BatB DVD/Blu-Ray. Or something like that, I don't really know because I still have it on VHS and that's all I need until they stop making VHS players, but it did allow me to see this picture:

( Back here. )

Is it bad if I still think Robby Benson's cute?

4. I haven't followed CSI faithfully for a while, but next week's episode looks to be the best thing on TV ever. At least, if the trailers are right and someone really is killing people with a mechanical dinosaur.

5. ( Dream log nonsense; seriously, like watchdog groups are even watching Rizzoli & Isles. )

At some point I'd like to make a post of all the fanart I've bookmarked so I can share it around. Maybe a fic rec post too. It'll be my splash of childishness once I'm done being an adult for the day.

I should go to bed so I can get up early and be an Adult tomorrow. Good night, flist.

1. One of our local indie theaters is showing the entirety of Matthew Barney's Cremaster Cycle, a five-movie...something-or-other that is supposedly about change and differentiation and the parallels between fetal development and human potentiality. Or something.  I've been curious about it ever since the last movie in the cycle came out a couple of years; even when I don't understand it (and I usually don't) I find the images involved, and the seeming gulf between the images presented and what the artist is trying to say, fascinating, not to mention I just like to mull over the images and symbols themselves. I don't know why, but I've never been able to dismiss the more opaque modes of art.

Adding more urgency to my decision on weather or not to go see the films is the fact that they're only showing for about a week and they're not available on DVD unless you're willing to pony up half a million dollars for the super-special art-critics-only box set. And I'm not. So this is probably the only chance I'd get to witness this weirdness for myself and pass my own judgment on it. On the other hand, that's five movies in one day - I think the cycle goes from 1:00 p.m. to 7 or 8 p.m. Granted, it's shown in parts - Part 1, then Parts 2 and 3 together, then Parts 4 and 5. Technically, I could see 1, 2, and 3 one day and then 4 and 5 the next. But that's still almost forty dollars that, in truth, I probably shouldn't be spending on movies that I'd be dropping on this thing. More if I get popcorn, but these aren't really movies you can eat popcorn to.

Dammit Barney, just put them on DVD , it's not going to compromise your artistic integrity that much to let us plebes see it.

2. Speaking of movies, over the weekend my uncle took me to see It's Kind of a Funny Story, which I enjoyed - I'm ashamed to admit it did hit just a bit close to home, but I also thought it was pretty good about finding the humor in its situations without actually making fun of the patients' problems. It was more about seeing the humor in a sometimes sad situation instead of "ha ha look at the freaks, isn't it so strange that people act like that?", if that makes any sense.

( Cut for rambling about depression and stuff. )


3. M, J, and I went strolling in Downtown today, since the downtown area near where I'm catsitting is actually very interesting and vibrant and has a bunch of galleries and niche shops for every conceivable interest. And we spent a lot of time just walking and talking and being ridiculous, which is what I like to do when I'm with M and J. And on the way there, before they arrived, I found a tiny little comic book shop. It was literally one room, which I do believe was smaller than even my smallest college dorm. I think it might have been a tiny bit bigger than the campus singles, though it was jammed tight full of books and the bookshelves that contained them, so that probably made it look a lot smaller than it was.

But anyway, I tried mightily to resist buying All The Comics, but I did walk out with two: Deadpool The Heroic Age (an issue of a story arc wherein Deadpool tries (with very little success) to be a good guy) and G.I. Joe vs. The Transformers Black Horizon Vol. 1, which I thought was a reboot since it was a whole new story; seeing as I had no idea where the actual G.I. Joe Vs. Transformers line began and I was vaguely aware there were two different crossover continuities, that seemed like a good place to start.

Except it turns out that it actually was part of a continuing story, not a reboot, and thus I had little idea what was going on or what people were talking about for most of the time. I've never been more grateful for an introdump. 

Also ( Spoilers! )


4. So I went back home over the weekend in order to do laundry and things before I went back for my second week of catsitting, and one evening my family and I sat around watching CSI: Miami, as we do sometimes.

I have spoken, before, on how the series just gets more and more over-the-top the longer it goes on, which is one of the reasons I don't watch it that much anymore. However, at one point, a very familiar siren sound went off and I, only half paying attention, declared "Oh no! They're entering Silent Hill!"

My brother, equally casually, declared "I'd watch that show."

And then I got an idea.

( Cut because it's another huge crossover AU dealie. )

...wow, that was bizarre even by my own standards. D:

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Why can I not even write an LJ entry unless it's 3 in the morning. THIS IS IRRITATING. Also the Ficlet Project Ficlet has broken 1000 words. I think I might have missed the point a tiny bit.

I just managed to have a dream that involved Inception and TFA, how about that.

( Cut because my dream logs are obviously deeply fascinating stuff that everyone should read, I'm sure. )


You know, that was one of the minor quibbles I had with Inception; the dreams were way too normal until the gravity started going wrong. I get that they were supposed to be purposefully constructed, and there was some manipulation of impossible physics and illusion, and I think overall Nolan did a fairly good job of making them a bit surreal and establishing why they weren't more so, but overall most of them just seemed to make way too much sense for a dream. I kind of wanted to see, I don't know, a line of can-can-dancing hippos in the middle of the highway chase or something.

Longness and Craziness to vary depending on how long it takes me to type this or how much I feel like writing.

So, unfortunately, my vacation ended rather abruptly when I checked my e-mail the day I got back and found that I did not get hired for the job I interviewed for, which disappointed me because I thought the interview went rather well, but at least they were courteous enough to send me an e-mail about it instead of leaving me hanging for weeks on end. Back to the resume-spamming, I suppose.

And I was going to take a kind of extra day to myself and do some writing, seeing as I got a little bit of that done on vacation - not too much, since I was too busy not caring about anything and wandering around with no direction, but I at least got through the phase of crossing out and being dissatisfied with everything until I settled upon a paragraph that I liked. Progress?

BUT ANYWAY. Vacation! It was very lovely. We spent a week at the beach, with occasional breaks to go to an expo for physicists and the people who work in power plants and things. Mostly I just spent the time walking on the beach, since I technically only just got the okay to immerse my incision and rolling around in the tides and waves is probably not the wisest post-operative thing. But things I did get to:

1. Go on an offshore fishing trip, where we didn't catch anything we could keep but did see manatees less than twenty feet from out boat! There were three of them eating the sea grasses near where we were fishing, and they would surface occasionally to breathe right near the boat. The man leading our tour said that if you shake your hands into the water, they'll come up to you and roll over so you can rub their tummies. :D

2. See both a dead horseshoe crab (which was over two feet long) and a dead sea turtle on the beach. The second one raised some mixed emotions: it was sad seeing a dead sea turtle, especially since there are so few of them, but on the other hand it didn't look like it'd been bitten or eaten or choked or anything; it looked like it had just gotten old and died. And it was the closest I've ever been to a sea turtle - I could have reached out and touched it if I'd been in the habit of poking dead things. It was almost like they hadn't been real before, and now I knew that they existed outside of zoos. I mean, I always knew that, but sometimes you don't really feel like they're really out there until you've seen them, you know?

3. On that note, watch parts of Shark Week on an HD screen. The program that I watched had Craig Ferguson diving with sharks and feeding them, and the scenes where we got to see the sharks were - and I try not to overuse this adjective but it was merited here - breathtaking. They didn't look real, that's how slick and graceful and precise they were. I really want to go diving with sharks someday. Maybe after I've had a long life and have been of service to others, I suppose. ;)

That said, I do have to take issue with the direction that Shark Week has been taking these past few years. Whereas in its earliest incarnations Shark Week was more about research and learning about sharks - educating its viewers and decreasing the fear that surrounded sharks - the more recent Weeks are so much about the attacks and bites, about how scary and dangerous sharks are, and the programs about bites have gotten so much gorier besides. It's too sensationalistic for my tastes and I feel it's counterproductive to the purported mission of Shark Week. /whining

4. Get a full-body sugar scrub. It is probably the most pointlessly spoiled thing I have ever done and it was amazing.

5. Chat with nuclear physicists about new plant designs and technologies for more efficient plant design and management. Even when I was asking questions people I talked with seemed to think that I worked for one of the exhibitors, so I guess I must have comported myself reasonably like an adult. Also, got to demo a 3-D immersive training system for plant staff that models the plant itself and functions basically like a giant sandbox game. It was really, really cool. :D 

Unfortunately nobody seemed to be hiring despite my entreaties. Did get a couple of references though, that's something.

6. Find two sharks' teeth! By comparison, my brother found upwards of seventy and Mom found four sand dollars. NOT THAT I'M JEALOUS OR ANYTHING.

So, yes.  I am feeling quite refreshed even if I have to go back to work. And I think I will get some more writing done today, now that I finally know which direction to take one of my enormously overdue fics in.

And I just saw an ad for an Eli Roth movie that is basically a 'documentary-style' Shaky-cam retelling of The Exorcist. I know I said I disliked Eli Roth less back when he was in Inglorious Basterds, but I really, really wish people would stop letting him make movies.

Off to write, maybe, and possibly catch up on flist. Ta.

Even if I technically don't because I have to write my resume and cover letter and send them out despite them being hugely overdue. And pack. And clean my room. Especially the bathroom because it's gross and I don't want my mom to see how long it's been since I've scrubbed out the toilet. And because my roommate's mom was in today to help her pack and she kept making comments about how she couldn't imagine how we could even use such a disgusting bathroom.

Given that I was likely to never see her again, I really should have spoken up re: our suitemate's unhelpfulness and the fact that it isn't that bad, but I'm a sissy when it comes to confrontation, so. I have bleach and toilet cleaner now, so I'm thinking that's how I'm going to spend tomorrow. Well, that and packing. And backing up my computer. And typing my damn resume already.

I had shit to do today, F!S. Why did you have to pick now to have another anonmeme? *sigh* I do wish it wasn't so easy to waste time on those things.

Anyway, went to see Iron Man 2 on Monday night with Roomie in the best movie theater ever (leather rolling chairs! Pizza and burgers and cookies and wine in the concessions! Actually being able to leave your seat without stepping on people's toes!). I'd heard mixed reviews beforehand but I ended up quite enjoying it, save for a few quibbling points: ( cut for spoilers )

In other media-consumption news, J, J, and R showed me the first two episodes of Baccano! and I have to say I'm a little torn. On the one hand, I really like the characters I've seen so far, am intrigued to learn their stories, and want to know what happens to them and why. On the other hand, I kind of want the rest of the series to be about Isaac and Miria. Because they are amazing. Although they will probably be even more fun if accompanied by Jacuzzi and Nice, so they have someone to panic at them.

Also the dub voice cast is excellent. Between Baccano! and Higurashi it is so wonderful to rediscover good anime dubbing. I'd forgotten it existed!

It occurs to me that not only do I have free time, but I can also finally finish all those series I've left off halfway! I can finish Umineko and Higurashi and Beast Wars and Shadow Raiders and Baccano! and catch up on Doctor Who and everything. I could write fic! Or draw! Or finally finish my beading project for help_haiti ! Life is good. :D

Except that I can't do any of that right now because I need to pack and do my resume aaagh. Or rather, I need to go to bed so I can get up early enough to do all that before Mom gets in, because I don't really want her seeing all my stuff unpacked and my bathroom all grody.

Yeah. I'll do that.

One final note: It is always extremely cheering to read a review on one of your fics telling you that they don't normally like the character or pairing you wrote but they liked your fic. I don't know why, but even though every review makes me smile I am always interested in hearing something like this.

Oh crap that's another thing I need to do, is answer reviews on my fics since there are some I haven't answered in months. aaaaaah.

Roommate and I were sitting around this evening, around eleven-thirty, doing our respective homework with the TV on in the background, when a commercial for some sort of butter-substitute comes on. Said commercial depicts butter being spread on toast.

Me (looking up at the TV): ...I really want some toast right now.
Roomie: Hmm.
Me: Where am I going to get toast at this hour, though? I think even the Union's closed.
Roomie: Yeah, it would be.
Me: ...they might have it at IHOP.
Roomie (sitting bolt upright): Can we go to IHOP?
Me: We should!
Roomie: We should go to IHOP right now.
Me: Awesome. *fetches car keys*

Considering that this is sort of what college students are supposed to do, I haven't done nearly enough of it, but going to get pancakes at 11:30 for no real reason besides really, really wanting pancakes? So much fun. If it would not imperil my work schedule I would do it all the time.

Also pancakes. Mmmmm. I never did end up getting any toast, but pancakes are an acceptable substitute.

I feel like now that I'm (hopefully) graduating, I have to hurry up and do all the things that I should have done during my four years at college but inexplicably didn't - go to parties, go on long walks, go to the library, have movie nights, go to the little theater near campus that has leather seats and a little table for your concessions and has wine and beer among those concessions, that kind of thing. So I guess there is still a little fear/sadness there, in that I'm leaving this wonderful little town behind and I might not be able to go back, and that wherever I end up won't be as homelike. Even when I got here for the first time, it still felt homelike, so I don't even really have a point of reference for getting used to a new environment.

I must take lots of pictures of my campus. Lots and lots. But for now: graduation. I can do this. I will own this.

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Bit of a linkspam:

1. I spent my study break today reading Singin' In The Rain Don/Kathy/Cosmo fic, which clearly is an amazing and wonderful thing in and of itself, but as a bonus is really wonderfully written and thoughtful and shows the three of them really building that trusting OT3 relationship rather than including it as just an isolated incident. (Warning: Adult-rated and quite long)

It makes me want to write my own OT3 fic - after I've graduated, of course. For as much as I adore OT3s I don't write them very often, because it generally takes me a very long time to set up a viable three-person relationship and if I just go for straight PWP then the mechanics are hard to work out (plus I still feel the need for pages and pages of setup to detail how the three characters involved agree to a threesome), but there are so many OT3s that I'd love to write and that generally hardly have any fic. Project!

(Seriously, I keep having to remind myself that I have schoolwork up to my armpits and thus now is not a good time for that epic-length Ben/Polly/Dodo post-series fic or that Optimus/Sentinel/Elita Academy-era fic or whatever. Two more weeks, guys.)

2. Tim Gunn of Project Runway critiques superhero costumes. Yes, really. Also there's apparently an illustration out there of him and the Iron Man suit.

Though despite my big guilty love for Project Runway in general and Tim Gunn in particular I do have to call him out for criticizing Black Canary's fishnets (or, indeed, wide fishnets in general). For shame, sir! It doesn't help that the nerd he's talking to doesn't seem at all familiar with Black Canary and parrots an old, inaccurate, and irritating argument regarding the sexualization of women in comics but I've promised I'd let up on the Serious Business for a while so I could get my life sorted out, so not going there. I respect your judgment, good sir, but on this point you are wrong.

3. So despite having a Dreamwidth account, and despite repeated Very Good Reasons why I should start actually using it, I really haven't done anything with it, mostly out of laziness rather than out of any active desire to remain exclusive to LiveJournal. What can I say, inertia is powerful.

shes_awesome, however, might be the catalyst I need to finally make the move, because it's a whole community devoted to celebrating awesome female characters via fic, art, meta, or general squee. And much as I adore halfamoon  (and I do, a lot) it's lovely to have a place to do that all the time. And also Jo Grant/Liz Shaw/Polly Wright/Barbara Wright/Vicki Pallister/Sarah Jane Smith/the Old Who ladies in general/Sari Sumdac/Temperance Brennan/Abby Sciuto/Camille Saroyan/Angela Montenegro/everyone need some lovin' in there and who'll rattle off long lists of their awesomeness if not me. I was planning on picspamming Sari for halfamoon  anyway.

So, friends with a Dreamwidth account, you might want to give that a look-see. Also, thoughts on crossposting to DW, whether I should move there, benefits of crossposting vs not crossposting, etc? I solicit your thoughts.

4. Someone on ThatGuyWithTheGlasses is doing a Let's Play of Quest 64, an old and obscure Nintendo 64 RPG that I inexplicably loved when I was wee dspite it, by any objective measure, not being at all a good game. While the Let's Player does commit a few obnoxious sins (chief among them not paying attention to the in-game tutorials on combat, not reading the game documentation, and then complaining that the game failed to hold his hand with regards to how to use the magic system - look, it's not the game's fault you can't be arsed to read the directions, if I could figure this out when I was ten years old surely you're smart enough to make a few connections, and I'm sorry but that's the one thing LPers do that just drives me crazy) it's at least a nice, nostalgic look back.

I realize that this news item is of trivial interest to anyone but me, but whatever, I'm putting it up here anyway.

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Aaand I was supposed to finish working on my short story tonight. Looks like that's not happening. Ugh, it takes me so very long even to update LJ or comment or reply to comments or do anything at all. Tomorrow! I will finish that short story tomorrow. And also e-mail my teachers back, I need to do that too.

Good night, flist. Or good morning, I suppose.