So, writing.

I've only sporadically written original fiction over the past 15 years, so I don't recall if the drive is the same as it has been when writing fanfic.  But that Hurry hurry hurry keep writing OMG KEEP WRITING WHAT ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING WRITE WRITE WRITE, when I'm trying to be all Dude, chill, there isn't a due date looming, just sort ( Read more... )

If you're going to introduce an OC that's going to become a huge fucking part of your relationship fic, fucking tag that shit.

Thank you,

Irritated Reader

So, after the longest week ever (not really, because the week before was the longest week ever and no week is the same), I spent Friday evening politely socializing with strangers invited to my parents', Saturday taking my niece to the Disney exhibit at the museum and for sushi, then playing one-racket tennisball with my nephew until the dinner of ( Read more... )

Oh, Criminal Intent. Oh. Oh.

It turns out, I have no words for what I just watched.

I've decided not to attempt to figure out what it means that I have 8 icons of characters smoking.  I have too much to figure out about myself as it is.

So tell me, flist rockers, tell me what it means that I am drawn to icons of people or characters smoking.  Bonus points if you can explain why I prefer the ones where you can see the smoke.

So, not only has Eames moved, she didn't work Vice before coming to Major case?

The only redeeming quality of this episode was D'Onofrio's acting. That is all I have to say for now.

Three hours at the dentist + Three hours on phone doing consultant work = no time for anything else. yay

Most importantly, though:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANN!!!!!

That is all.

I realize having an African American population rate of just over 10% may skew your view of things, but get the fuck over your racist selves. Endlessly complaining that the traffic sucked this past weekend and bitching about streets being closed because of the Texas Relays? I don't believe it's about traffic and road closures at all ( Read more... )

I read Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro, a little over a year ago and it affected me in one of those quietly momentous ways. Something within me shifted, never to be put right again. Here is what I wrote about it at the time (in an old blog):

Warning, I'm going to give away something not revealed until the middle of the book. I don't think it ( Read more... )

Lake Superior State University in Michigan released their annual list of words that should be banned from use. I enjoy lists like these because they make me chuckle. Chuckling is not something I do often - I'm more of an outright laugher - so I enjoy feeling like I should be sitting in an armchair in front of a fire with a pipe and smoking jacket ( Read more... )