r-e-a-d, got the need to read.
1. My pierogie class for tomorrow was canceled, due to lack of interest. I feel sad inside. Meh. That's okay though, because my mom is taking the kid tonight. Like taking her and she is spending the night!
2. Also I had this dream last night that my butterscotch pudding (which I made and put in the fridge last night) looked like translucent butterscotch pudding, and when I tasted it, it was just orange jello. I kept stirring it and digging to the bottom because I thought maybe the "flavah" had sunk down to the bottom, but alas.
Somehow that led to me, in the dream, going to an academic convention with a bunch of very smart people who had Opinions on Harry Potter, daleks and…something, but when we all sat down to the opening get-together in an auditorium, the speaker at the lectern said, "Hello and welcome" and we all clapped and no one stayed for the rest of it. I guess intellectuals don't have to stay at the opening ceremonies because it's not nerdy enough.
Keep in mind that I NEVER go to the opening thing to begin with, usually because I'm wasted somewhere.
BUT BUT BUT, I don't remember much, aside from some creepy Asian dude who didn't think I deserved to be there, because I wasn't a grad student at MIT (LOOK MAN IT'S A CONFERENCE ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND DALEKS. THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER LOOKS LIKE THE SET OF JEOPARDY, ASSWIPE.). I woke up with this overwhelming idea that I should write a Hermione/Snape in which Sirius comes back from beyond the Veil with a pile of bloody coins, and then there's hurt/comfort and then eventually polyamory.
I'd like to point out that I have never. Ever. Ever written Sirius. EVER. In all my fics, he's dead, even the AUs. But even as I sit here, I think of a load of pennies turned red with blood and I think, "This is a great idea." Then I make funny jokes about the CoinStar machine.
3. I DID A STRANGE, STRANGE THING LAST NIGHT, and I want to share it with you, and maybe someday I will be allowed to.
4. My Chinese New Year shopping list is still unstarted. I have to get off my arse.
5. My kid just ate a cheerio off the floor. I hope that was from this morning. Okay so I find that I treat most things in this world like the emperor in Amadeus at 3:34 of this scene:
6. I started my last haiti fic in my head last night and it is awesome. Also, the VS episode is done and secret project one is close to being done, which just leaves secret project 2 and the bodyswap, on which I made a plotting breakthrough. If all goes well, I should be done with all this by the end of the month.
2. Also I had this dream last night that my butterscotch pudding (which I made and put in the fridge last night) looked like translucent butterscotch pudding, and when I tasted it, it was just orange jello. I kept stirring it and digging to the bottom because I thought maybe the "flavah" had sunk down to the bottom, but alas.
Somehow that led to me, in the dream, going to an academic convention with a bunch of very smart people who had Opinions on Harry Potter, daleks and…something, but when we all sat down to the opening get-together in an auditorium, the speaker at the lectern said, "Hello and welcome" and we all clapped and no one stayed for the rest of it. I guess intellectuals don't have to stay at the opening ceremonies because it's not nerdy enough.
Keep in mind that I NEVER go to the opening thing to begin with, usually because I'm wasted somewhere.
BUT BUT BUT, I don't remember much, aside from some creepy Asian dude who didn't think I deserved to be there, because I wasn't a grad student at MIT (LOOK MAN IT'S A CONFERENCE ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND DALEKS. THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER LOOKS LIKE THE SET OF JEOPARDY, ASSWIPE.). I woke up with this overwhelming idea that I should write a Hermione/Snape in which Sirius comes back from beyond the Veil with a pile of bloody coins, and then there's hurt/comfort and then eventually polyamory.
I'd like to point out that I have never. Ever. Ever written Sirius. EVER. In all my fics, he's dead, even the AUs. But even as I sit here, I think of a load of pennies turned red with blood and I think, "This is a great idea." Then I make funny jokes about the CoinStar machine.
3. I DID A STRANGE, STRANGE THING LAST NIGHT, and I want to share it with you, and maybe someday I will be allowed to.
4. My Chinese New Year shopping list is still unstarted. I have to get off my arse.
5. My kid just ate a cheerio off the floor. I hope that was from this morning. Okay so I find that I treat most things in this world like the emperor in Amadeus at 3:34 of this scene:
Click to view6. I started my last haiti fic in my head last night and it is awesome. Also, the VS episode is done and secret project one is close to being done, which just leaves secret project 2 and the bodyswap, on which I made a plotting breakthrough. If all goes well, I should be done with all this by the end of the month.