Wow, it's been forever since I've updated, but tax season is always rough. This year has been even rougher than normal because we are also gearing up for hosting a rather large multi-state conference the week after this. Yeah, whoever planned that wasn't firing on all cylinders.
Besides work, things proceed at pace. Nothing really exciting. So have some disjointed thoughts.
Let's see, I've had to be really careful when I am on the internet because I am trying so hard not to be spoiled for Avengers. I'm not normally a HUGE spoilerphobe, and with the Avengers, I've read most of the comics, but I would like some aspect of the movie to be new to me. I really need to get Tumblr Savior set up for that.
I watched all of s1 of Teen Wolf. It had horrible acting, stupid plots, the worst special effects makeup, and I loved every ridiculous moment. Most especially Stiles.
Isn't he adorable?
Sadly, the fic in this fandom is not that great. I can't even really rec anything because the best stuff I've found is mediocre at best. And wow, I never understood the whole Tumblr teenies despair until now.
Man, I thought I was completely uninterested in the remnants of bandom, but two things happened to remind me that those stupid dorks retain a small but very firm grip on my heart:
1) I had to do a system restore on my backup laptop and lost my Pete desktop that someone made during that one absolutely crazy time in Chicago. And I was honestly sad. I'd had that desktop since that weekend and the idea of not having on some computer, somewhere really bothered me. But the power of fangirls always comes through, and now I have it back on the backup laptop as well as saved in multiple locations.
2) I saw a clip of Patrick on House and he was adorable. Just adorable. I have a confessions. Now we all know how much I love Patrick. Like, restraining order levels, right? However, during his solo stuff, since he's lost all the weight and started not wearing hats, I didn't have the same physical attraction to him really. I'd scroll past pictures and be all, yeah that's nice, but then I saw that House clip and bam, hello, would totally hit that! Uh-huh. It was kind of nice in a nostalgic way.
Okay, here's something ridiculous. I called several of my family members this afternoon to make sure they got the tax returns and documentation I had prepared for them and that they were signed and all ready to go out. In the course of chatting, every single one of them brought up the hockey playoffs. Now this is very weird because we are a football and baseball family, with the occasional foray into college basketball. Hockey has never been a thing for us. And 5 out of 6 (when we include my parents but my dad does not believe in non-football sports. For him, there is no-off season, merely not-as-active season) included at least a five minute diatribe about hockey. I want to know which one of you freaks on my flist brainwashed my family? I am a-feared. I can resist fangirls, mostly. I cannot resist my family. >:( Watch me have to read hockey for dummies this summer.
You know what's great about this time of year (cause I don't have too much I can praise about spring between taxes and allergies) is the fruit. I am loving all the fresh fruit right now. I've got pears and strawberries and grapes and melon and blackberries and plums and peaches all in my fridge at this moment. I completely went overboard and will have to scramble to do something with it all so it doesn't spoil but I am all O_O whenever I open my fridge. Speaking of, have you noticed, rarely does anyone call it a refrigerator anymore? It's always a fridge.
What else, what else. I always have things to tell you guys, but then by the time I get home I forget. And I want to interact so badly, I know we're not going to be as close as before because we've all kind of fractured into other interests but honestly, I find everything you guys talk about really interesting and sometimes I don't comment, but mostly because the only things I have are stupid comments. I LOVE YOU, GUYS! Tell me all the things!
eta what the hell is with that cut, lj?