The blush of new fandom love continues, but, as always, that meta-issues portion of my brain is ticking away. The list of Cliché Bingo prompts that I saved is so, so useful for unloading fic bunnies that would otherwise clog up my mind, and, bonus, it makes me think about things.

For example: ( Avatar: TLA and its parade of Dead Moms. )

Looks like it's storydump time once again; my classes have picked up ever so slightly, possibly because the professors can all sense Thanksgiving inching closer, and combined with all the proofing of other people's papers I've somehow ended up doing (AT asks me to check over her Spanish papers! I don't even know Spanish!), some of my copious free ( Read more... )

So, M, J, K, Ka, and Q came up for a visit; we ended up spending it finishing the first season of Burn Notice, which we'd been watching together at the end of the summer.

One of the eps we watched was False Flag, and I was ( surprised by their reaction to Evelyn. Spoilers (?) for Burn Notice 1.10. )

There was some unexpected fail on the comics page of the paper this morning - at least, I think it was fail. Our local paper prints Ann Landers (well, the successor thereto, Annie's Mailbox) in amidst the comics, and it had a letter today from a man railing about how ridiculous it is for him to be expected to keep his eyes to himself when women ( Read more... )