The one downside of fall semester:
NO A/C IN THESE FRELLING DORMS.
It's too hot to do anything: think. write. read. Show my face outside. I have two different fans pointed at me right now and I'm still all sweaty and gross. Blech. Going to my one refrigerated class today was blessed relief.
Anyway: with so little work at the moment (literally - the Writing Center doesn't open until September 4th, so that's 7.5 extra hours I'm playing with this week), I've been doing lots of... well, nothing. Apart from wedding research, which I'm getting ridiculously excited over - the second Luke's back it's time to venue-hunt, and pray they have June dates open! - I've been staring at the occasional syllabus, and... gaming. Wow, my sentence structure sucks today.
My fling with Frank Castle continues, as together we reluctantly prevent a hit on Stark Industries. Hello Iron Man! Nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to your movie next summer; lucky you landing all those A-listers, eh? Even though you're a womanizer and an alcoholic. At least Bruce Wayne only acts the part of billionaire playboy. ;P
And because I am never not single-minded when it comes to Marvel: kali921 has posted some of the incredible art that's gracing the pages of Daredevil #100. Sometimes, waiting for trades just. don't. cut it. This issue I'm gonna have to buy straight out.
I have the serious urge to fic in really obscure fandoms, lately. I've already signed up for the Bourne Ficathon, and I haven't committed to something like that in eons. A Daredevil piece is also long overdue (how have I never touched the guy before now?). Even Mr. Castle is tempting my muse. What's going on here?
It's too hot to do anything: think. write. read. Show my face outside. I have two different fans pointed at me right now and I'm still all sweaty and gross. Blech. Going to my one refrigerated class today was blessed relief.
Anyway: with so little work at the moment (literally - the Writing Center doesn't open until September 4th, so that's 7.5 extra hours I'm playing with this week), I've been doing lots of... well, nothing. Apart from wedding research, which I'm getting ridiculously excited over - the second Luke's back it's time to venue-hunt, and pray they have June dates open! - I've been staring at the occasional syllabus, and... gaming. Wow, my sentence structure sucks today.
My fling with Frank Castle continues, as together we reluctantly prevent a hit on Stark Industries. Hello Iron Man! Nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to your movie next summer; lucky you landing all those A-listers, eh? Even though you're a womanizer and an alcoholic. At least Bruce Wayne only acts the part of billionaire playboy. ;P
And because I am never not single-minded when it comes to Marvel: kali921 has posted some of the incredible art that's gracing the pages of Daredevil #100. Sometimes, waiting for trades just. don't. cut it. This issue I'm gonna have to buy straight out.
I have the serious urge to fic in really obscure fandoms, lately. I've already signed up for the Bourne Ficathon, and I haven't committed to something like that in eons. A Daredevil piece is also long overdue (how have I never touched the guy before now?). Even Mr. Castle is tempting my muse. What's going on here?