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pure FORESHADOWING
31 January 2006 @ 12:33 pm
Yesterday, I was a rock star. Today, I am nothing more than a total slacker. I managed to sleep through class today, through a particularly monumental feat of idiocy. I somehow last night as I was going to bed forgot that in order to be *at* a place at a certain time, you really should not set your alarm *for* that time, but instead an hour before hand. That way, you can comfortably snooze for twenty minutes, then get up, get dressed, go about your life.

This morning things did not work out quite that way. God *damn* it. It makes me feel like such a shiftless loser, and so here I sit in my ludicrous slippers and over the top polka dotted pajamas glaring into my cup of coffee and giving the grey weather outside the eye for not being gorgeous like yesterday.

Strange cross over ideas that maybe need to happen:

1. Nip/Tuck and Stargate: Atlantis: I just really want to see Rodney and Liz bitch everyone out, and then Rodney blanch with horror when Christian and Sean refer to themselves as 'doctors'. Plus, the idea of Teyla and Elizabeth somehow trying to communicate with Julia is funny to me. As is the idea of Matty and Ronon in the same room. And Christian seducing John.

2. Supernatural/Buffyverse: I see on my friendslist that someone has paired Faith with the boys, and I whole heartedly support that. However, I have often thought that Sam/Xander and Dean/Lindsey could be interesting pairings. Bring it to me universe, and make me smile!

3. The Job/due South: Dennis Leary's character in The Job could easily be Ray Kowalksi's fucked up Irish cousin from New York city. They look enough a like and both of a propensity to freak the fuck out at times and get very paranoid/obsessive. Family reunions would be awesome, particularly once Ray started bringing the Mountie and everyone was trying politely to not say a word about them being gay and McNeill started bringing both wife and girlfriend and trying very hard to make it so that they never met or knew the other was there at all. He'd totally enlist both Ray and Fraser and Fraser would be all disapproving and Ray would want to help him because the two of them would have been tight as kids, even if McNeill did try to sleep with Stella once, and would keep trying to justify things. It'd be awesome.

4. Goodwill Hunting/Stargate:Atlantis: Chuckie's got the gene, which they find out because he shows up at Will's unannounced after Will makes a weird phone call saying 'Hey, listen, it's been -- I fuckin love you, okay?' and then hangs up, because Will's cracked the math and the military has found him and wants him to maybe go through to Atlantis because he's come up with an algorithim that makes making a ZPM that much easier or something like that, and Chuckie thinks Will's going to try and do himself in or disappear off the face of the earth or something, so he shows up at Will's apartment and he's talking to someone there from the SGC and they've got Ancient gadgets lying all about and they all light up when Chuckie walks in, so they both get sent through eventually - because Will wants to go, and fuck, it's not like Chuckie's got shit keeping him here, you know? Just a couple of pairs of boxer's at his Ma's, and a shithole job that pays for beer and food. Chuckie makes friends pretty easily, he's working in the mess when they don't have him turning things on, and Will has trouble getting along with these people, esp. because Rodney's v. jealous -- becuase here's this guy who gets the math, is young, fit, and not afraid of danger. Rodney thinks he's going to get replaced on the away team, but after one outing off-world that ends in tragedy, Sheppard categorically vetoes that. Then the Wraith are coming and Chuckie and Will find comfort in one another's arms, as do Rodney and John. The end.


Furthermore - I've seen the latest Battlestar Galacticas. I don't really have much to say about either episode beyond, "OMG WTF YOU HAVE OVERDOSED ON FLASHBACKS, OKAY!??"
 
 
Current Mood: guiltyguilty
Current Music: Let Go-Frou Frou
 
 
pure FORESHADOWING
31 January 2006 @ 12:33 pm
In the past several months, you all have come to my site for:

background woman walking past alley painting
curling stubborn eyelashes step by step
cross his legs his skirt
guys jacking their cocks
and the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my ar
don't lie on me watershed
grooving boobs
chalk flew up
clowns and dogs images
make him pretty humiliate

And the one that made me smile: nifra idril oreo. Yes, I am a confectionary treat, filled with double stuf and bounded by two crisp chocolatey wafers. Delicious, delicious me.

Also, just curious - there have been a lot of new people recently who have friended me, and to you I say, hello, hello! Apologetically, I have to admit, I'm terribly horrible at answering comments, which isn't because I don't care or they're not important to me, but because I am, in fact, a total flake. So, curiosity impels me to...poll!!

Poll #663857 Why I'm here!!

I friended you because:

your stories! (SGA)
11(17.2%)
your stories! (SV)
18(28.1%)
your stories! (dS)
6(9.4%)
your stories! (other, which I'll tell you when you give me a chance, you demanding slacker!)
6(9.4%)
you're a fascinating study in insanity!
4(6.2%)
meta? (if one could call it that...)
1(1.6%)
you're an oreo how could I NOT?
12(18.8%)
another thing, which I'll tell you about quite shortly.
6(9.4%)

If you clicked other, then here's your chance to let me know what your other is!

The next story I should write should be:

God, ANYTHING, okay, just get your head out of your ass and DO IT! (this option is for you, Lyra!)
14(21.9%)
SGA!
30(46.9%)
Battlestar Galactica!
11(17.2%)
due South!
6(9.4%)
Another thing I'll tell you about in comments!
3(4.7%)

Do I really have to get dressed, or can I go through my day in my ratty old pajamas?

You're a sad woman.
0(0.0%)
Of COURSE pajamas are a valid lifestyle choice. Why wouldn't they be?
30(48.4%)
Getting dressed is for the weak.
8(12.9%)
Honestly, I'd really advise you to not wear THOSE slippers out of the house. Their claws flop around so much they'll get covered in mud.
1(1.6%)
 
 
Current Mood: guiltyguilty
Current Music: Let Go-Frou Frou
 
 
 
pure FORESHADOWING
31 January 2006 @ 12:33 pm
I was tagged twice on the meme that's going around, once by slodwick and once by scrunchy, so instead of listing 7 songs I'm into lately and then another 7 songs I've been listening to, I'm going to name 7 songs and 7 books. It seems appropriate.

Songs!

1. Run - Snow Patrol

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess


2. Sleep - Godspeed You Black Emperor!

Instrumental and GORGEOUS. So emotional.

3. Promising Light - Iron & Wine

but now i see love
there in your car where i said those things
now i see love
tugging your skirt, singing please, please, please


4. John Wayne Gacy, Jr. - Sufjan Stevens

He took of all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid


5. Drunken Love Song - Tami Hart (? - I can't remember and I know I don't have it labeled right in my iTunes)

I don't mean to tell that story
What I do might make you worry
I don't mean to do that to you
I don't mean to do it to you


6. I Wished On The Moon - Billie Holiday

I begged on the stars
To throw me a beam or two
Wished on the stars
And asked for a dream or two
I looked for every loveliness
It all came true
I wished on the moon for you


7. A Man Like Me - Beulah

My love is a lot like yours,
It’s been crippled by the wars we wage,
We’re hopeless, we’re on the losing side.
We never speak when we’re making love,
You never mean it when you come to me,
With your arms stretched,
Defenseless and alone.</i. And books: 1. War Music by Christopher Logue 2. Daniel Deronda by George Eliot 3. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 4. The Beauty of the Husband by Anne Carson 5. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 6. Ahab's Wife, Or The Stargazer by Sena Jeter Naslund 7. Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman I tag no one! I am tag free! Also: I have a massive care package sitting beside me and am pleased with life as a whole.
 
 
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pure FORESHADOWING
31 January 2006 @ 12:33 pm
So. The thing is this: I literally absolutely have no choice about laundry anymore. I don't have the money to go buy new socks and underwear so I can keep going for a while (shuttup, we've all done it), and it's reached epic proportions. It's just that laundry is my most hated of all chores. I know you all know this. I know I have said this many more times than perhaps one should. I just shudder even thinking about doing it, and it's dumb, I know it's dumb, but really. I have hate in my heart for laundry. Hate in my heart.

Things I haven't talked about recently:
1. Ioan Gruffudd: Still totally retardedly sexy.
2. Bears: Stephen Colbert agrees with me -- they're a danger to national security.
3. Zombies: The most American of all horror movie monsters.

Things I would like to say to this month:
1. Fuck off, February.
2. No, really, February, I want you to feel free to go straight to hell as soon as you want to, or mostly just right fucking now.
3. If the world could stop blabbering on and on and on about love? I'd appreciate it, thanks ever so.

This is not to say that I'm anti-love, or even a real curmudgeon but I really hate the vomitous mass of heart shaped frilly things that get shoved down my throat in February, and the way that it's completely impossible to listen to the radio with someone, anyone, informing you immediately that you and your "honey" should be getting ready for a snuggle fest of epic proportions, with nose rubbing, and wine and flowers and chocolate and jewelry and stuffed animals and then sex on red sheets.

I like for people to be happy. I like for people to be in love. I like for people to have nice times. I mainly like for them to do these things in such a way that it is not designed to fill the entire world with a frantic, grasping need for some idealized ridiculous relationship that may or may not be right for them. Because God knows, that if I had some kind of special Valentine's day thing I'd probably be all weird and anxious about it and wish instead that me and whoever were on a couch somewhere, watching The Night of the Living Dead, and eating ramen in our regular clothes and arguing about the relative merits of various Alan Moore comics.

But in conclusion: Fuck you, February.

Things I would like my creativity to comprehend:
1. It's really not okay to not wake up from the nice little rest you've given yourself at this point.
2. You're killing me with your absence, creativity. Killing me.

Ultimate point of post:

James Lipton sucks cocks in hell.
 
 
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