| I think it's time to start using this again, and maybe even regularly.
I'm stressed about having quit smoking. I'm stressed about being unemployed. Perhaps an outlet of the online journal variety is just the thing. Is everybody still on LJ? It seems to have held its own if the fanfic commentaries are any indication.
I haven't been writing, but I never stopped reading. However, I almost never comment on fic because I always feel weird about doing so because I'm always WAY late to the party. I generally come to fic through forum recs, but usually months late. So let me apologize to all the authors whose work I have read and loved but never commented on. I'll try to be better about that.
I'd also like to thank the HHoW crowd for reccing so much excellent fic. And this may be way overdue, but thanks also to the heroic founders of HHoW who created a haven for obsessive House fans that is so much better than That Other Place had become. If I could, I'd buy you each a delicious beverage of your choosing. :)
I guess that's all for now. Commentary on qutting smoking coming soon. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| All those monkeys and all those typewriters.
I was sifting through my gmail spam box today and was reminded of the monkeys. Now that all the spammers have adopted this new strategy of using randomly generated words to fill the body of their messages as a means of circumventing the spam filters (not very effectively, mind you - thank you gmail!), isn't it only a matter of time before I find a Hamlet soliloquy in my spam box?
Somewhere deep in the recesses of my soul there lives the desire to know that somewhere, someone much more mathematically inclined than myself is busily crunching the numbers to figure out how many random word generator spams will be sent before "What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties..." is the result. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| But since it hasn't, here is a drabble that was written awhile ago, but never set free until now. Despite all my good intentions when I started this journal, I have been a total wuss about actually posting any of my fic. So ::deep breath:: here it is. It's all dialogue and it is totally unbetaed because, again, huge wuss, etc.
The Begging: It needs to be tested if it's ever to survive in the wilds, so please read, please comment, please make with the concrit.
The Obligatory: One day I plan to win the lottery and to pay some mafia types to kidnap the entire cast and crew of House, including Doris Egan, take them to an island somewhere, and force them to write/produce/perform story lines of my choosing. On that day, I will own House. Also, I will have pwnd David Shore. Alas, today is not that day.
The Story: Investigate | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | I think that's a mouse under the sink... yuck. | | Subject: | Not suburban, superrural. | | Time: | 07:14 am | | Current Mood: | hopeful |
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| My darling SO has moved into his new house and it's really quite wonderful. It's an older house, and I'm sure that I will have my share of bug-related 'incidents' come spring, but it has a huge back yard, a two-car garage, and a wood-burning stove that makes the whole place smell like a campfire all the time, which I love. The living room has a cathedral ceiling, skylights and a walkout to a big deck perfect for barbecues.
His closing day was last Thursday, so I went and stayed with him for the weekend to help him unpack. I don't know how much help I was with unpacking, but I did some of his laundry, and I got laid, so it was worth the drive. We had a great time playing with the wood stove and watching our cat get used to the place.
The only problem is that we don't know the area yet, so when we go out foraging for food, we end up driving for a really long time, because we don't know where anything is. Although, on Sunday night, that worked out really well. We ran across this place completely by accident, and about 1 minute before we had agreed to turn back because we had found that particular road to be barren of foodstuffs so far. Well, we stopped, we ate prime rib, and it was good. Very, very good. I also got this appetizer that was just incredible. It was vodka smoked salmon with potatoes and capers and sour cream and caramelized onions and OMG it was fucking fantastic.
So yeah, I look forward to spending a lot of time there. I may go and stay with him for the summer. I miss living with him, and I could make much better money in his neck of the woods than here. But there's still 3 semesters of school to complete, so I ought not get ahead of myself. We'll see. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 03:35 am | | Current Mood: | exhausted |
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| Still no previews up at fox.com for the House episode two weeks hence. FOX, why you wanna play me that way? C'mon, web-monkeys. Make with the previews!
Also, I foresee doom regarding the test I must write in 5 1/2 hours. I am becoming really anxious to have this semester over with. This girl needs some down time. Also, sleep. Desperately need, but have no time for, sleep. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Guh, TWoP down again? How unhealthy is it that this bothers me as much as it does? Extremely is a rough estimate. But c'mon! It's 3 hours since the new House epi aired, and I have some serious obsessing to do. My preoccupation with TV characters is WAY more fun when I have others to enjoy it with. Oh well, maybe I'll actually get some sleep tonight. (Read: I will waste a great deal of time reading fanfic and telling myself that if I go to bed now, TWoP will come back up as soon as I fall asleep.) ::Deranged::
In other news, I have been feeling extremely anxious all day for no reason that I can put my finger on. I spent a long drive into T.O. listening to soothing(ish) music and trying to relax. Now, the DVP was hell, which can make anyone anxious, but I was tightly wound even across the 401, and it was clear, 130 km/h sailing all the way.
Also to veer off into a little rant: what the hell is it with people? The DVP ramp was backed up. Now, if you are from the GTA, then the following scene-setting should make some sense to you. If not, well, skip ahead. I was getting on the DVP from the 401 westbound express lanes. So, there are two lanes that exit from there. One of them is a new lane that opens for the ramp. The other is one of those lanes that splits off, like a cell dividing, from the right hand through lane. It is quite possible, by the way, that this is total gibberish, but I refuse to give up. So, of these two lanes, the one on the right does two things down the ramp. One, it goes up the 404. Two, it does the cell division thing and also goes to the DVP. The problem is that this lane ends abruptly on the ramp to the DVP. The other lane, the one I am in, just goes to the DVP. Now the problem with this situation is that the considerate drivers stay in the left lane coming off the 401, and wait their fucking turn. The asshole drivers take the opportunity, and zip up the lane on the right. Then they try to jam themselves in at the exact moment the lane ends, possibly 100 m after.
Do these assholes not realize that their behaviour is the whole fucking reason that the left lane is backed up onto (seriously, I almost got clipped by a cube van in the split lane) the 401? You pricks are the ones slowing the traffic to a fucking crawl by forcing your way in at the last possible second and making everyone hit the brakes. I never let you in, by the way. I am the person who drives about a foot from the bumper of the car ahead of me (hey, doing like 5 km/h, and this is the only time I tailgate; maybe I'm being a hypocrite - blow me) so that you never have enough room to merge in front of me. Never, never, never, will I let you fuckers merge. Just thought you should know. Also, every night I say a little atheist's prayer that somehow the laws of physics will conspire to give each of you a case of raging, bleeding, hemorrhoids. If there were a hell, there would be a special place in it for people like you.
Speaking of people for whom there would be a special place in hell:
People who cut in line. Oh, that's your friend in line up there? So that makes it ok for you to get in line in front of me? NO, it fucking doesn't. Hell for you should be an infinite lineup with some old granny at the front who's paying for her infinite grocery bill in an infinite number of pennies that she is counting out onto the counter one at a time from her infinite change purse.
People who bring more than 8 items into the "8 items or less" line. Ok, we know it should be "8 items or fewer", but let's excuse the grammar problems for a minute. It's not even a complete sentence, either way. It has no verb. The grammar is not the problem. The grammar may be wrong, but it does not make "8 items or less" ambiguous. It's really, really obvious what they're driving at with that sign. Why then, do you think it is appropriate to bring a cart FULL of groceries into that line? Are you illiterate? Blind? No, you are just an asshole. An asshole that will soon be infested with hemorrhoids if there's any justice in the universe. You can go get in line in front of the line-cutters, they'll love that. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | I was just about to have a fit over TWoP being down for the last few hours. Then, I checked again, and it is back up. So I have been breathing into a paper bag for the last few hours, which is ridiculous. Clearly, I have invested far too much of my time and brain to analyzing a bunch of fictional characters. And yet, despite this realization, now that TWoP is back up... I'm off! HoYay thread, here I come! | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Ok, so I'm finally, really, gonna get this thing going. Whatever that turns out to mean, I'm sure it will be less than satisfying to myself, vaguely disappointing to others, and utterly unnoticed by most. So that should be good. Hi to my RL ladies: Elsie, June and Ethel. If you are reading this, you are probably the only ones. The other possibility is that some House fandom types have stopped in to see if that random person who just flisted them has anything interesting to say. If there are such people reading, let me assure you that the answer is no. I simply want to bask in the glow of your genius by reading your fics, and I don't want to miss anything. H/W = OTP. TWoP = OTF.
I've been up all night, again. Flisting all my favourite lj authors. And I have a quiz in three hours. I can't get enough sleep on the nights that I work. The nights I don't work, on the other hand, find me restless, brooding, and !Awake!
Well, time to hit the shower, then the coffee, then the bus. B&C Law awaits. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| crackling, the campfire casts twisting, writhing shadows behind lit faces
coffee cups collect as smoke weaves between fingers we philosophize
so hot and drowsy like a summer afternoon stretching out, my cat
I know he's happy; like stars twinkling in dark skies, his blue eyes glitter | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Not-necessarily-related thoughts:
By noon, I am feverishly reading House fan fiction, randomly scanning the internet, and randomly watching TV. At this point, I notice the time and vow not to look at my computer clock again - ever. If I don't know how much time has passed, is time actually passing at all? I ask this of myself, and myself tells me that this question is merely a fruitless philosophical pursuit and that it has better things to do. (It doesn't... it lies!)
Dreams, alarm, repeat. Is this really my life?
I'm shouting this into the void because otherwise there's nothing but the repetition, and I feel like a spectator of my own life. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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