So Long, February...
Get out and don't come back. After another rather bitter night (-13F), things are supposed to turn around and start warming up to mid-30s during the day and only down to the teens at night. Not too bad. Of course with this warm-up comes another weekend snowstorm, but to me the sense of claustrophobia is dissipating. I still prefer a few weeks of cold a year to the sweltering heat of summer further South--easier to warm up than cool down--but the pent-up, cabin fever thing can get very, very serious. Even after 3-4 weeks you can see how people can snap. Have to say though, being outside in the country at night in those temps? Stunning. Not in a OMG I'M FREEZING TO DEATH way (unless the wind is blowing), but everything is sharp, clear...fragile. It's like you're instantly put into a meditation. You sense and appreciate everything around you. Awesome.
In other news, I think I've gotten addicted to Tumblr. I say addiction because I keep going back to it even though all it does is annoy me. It's not a healthy relationship. As nice as the gifsets and photos can be, they're not worth post after post of WILLOW WAS BI GODDAMNIT, TARA!!!!, I KNOW THIS IS UNPOPULAR BUT I HATE KENNEDY!!11. Or how the clothing on a show set in high school in the 90's, filmed in the 90's and broadcast in the 90's looks like...the 90's. If the clothes on your high school show don't look dated 20 years later, you didn't do it right to begin with. It's easier if you stay away from the common tags, I guess, but it seems everyone to follow who posts to my interests tries to be really political and it's not really what I'm here for. Meh. I suppose I'll fizzle out completely on it sooner or later.
Weird dreams lately. Not up there with the David Boreanaz offering me beans in a half-sunked house dream, but the nightmare-ish type. But not really? I don't know, I tend to dream in the third-person for whatever reason (too much TV as a kid maybe), so horrible things happen, but it's like I'm watching a film. Thing is, I can never remember them clearly when I wake, your typical dream remnants, so I can't capitalize on them at all.
Also, Dark Horse is doing a sequel to Fight Club. How is it they seem to get their hands on all my stuff? They've got CP to write, but we've seen how getting the original writer can work out. I'll probably pirate the first issue because it's obvious I subconsciously hate myself. Speaking of, I reread the last few issues of BTVS and since the 'starting point', I have to say while there are flaws that are glaringly obvious, it's decent enough fanfic. Like, I wouldn't nominate it for a bad!fic award like pretty much everything else. I only wish I actually trusted the authors, 'cause on reread, it definitely seems like there's something going on there. If I felt confident, I'd speculate that the OOC stuff is related to the book. Like, I wonder if Dawn wrote something in it. There's too much contrast between 11-12. But, it's probable it's just bad writing and there is no explanation.
Hey, look, I posted on LJ! 556 words, even!
In other news, I think I've gotten addicted to Tumblr. I say addiction because I keep going back to it even though all it does is annoy me. It's not a healthy relationship. As nice as the gifsets and photos can be, they're not worth post after post of WILLOW WAS BI GODDAMNIT, TARA!!!!, I KNOW THIS IS UNPOPULAR BUT I HATE KENNEDY!!11. Or how the clothing on a show set in high school in the 90's, filmed in the 90's and broadcast in the 90's looks like...the 90's. If the clothes on your high school show don't look dated 20 years later, you didn't do it right to begin with. It's easier if you stay away from the common tags, I guess, but it seems everyone to follow who posts to my interests tries to be really political and it's not really what I'm here for. Meh. I suppose I'll fizzle out completely on it sooner or later.
Weird dreams lately. Not up there with the David Boreanaz offering me beans in a half-sunked house dream, but the nightmare-ish type. But not really? I don't know, I tend to dream in the third-person for whatever reason (too much TV as a kid maybe), so horrible things happen, but it's like I'm watching a film. Thing is, I can never remember them clearly when I wake, your typical dream remnants, so I can't capitalize on them at all.
Also, Dark Horse is doing a sequel to Fight Club. How is it they seem to get their hands on all my stuff? They've got CP to write, but we've seen how getting the original writer can work out. I'll probably pirate the first issue because it's obvious I subconsciously hate myself. Speaking of, I reread the last few issues of BTVS and since the 'starting point', I have to say while there are flaws that are glaringly obvious, it's decent enough fanfic. Like, I wouldn't nominate it for a bad!fic award like pretty much everything else. I only wish I actually trusted the authors, 'cause on reread, it definitely seems like there's something going on there. If I felt confident, I'd speculate that the OOC stuff is related to the book. Like, I wonder if Dawn wrote something in it. There's too much contrast between 11-12. But, it's probable it's just bad writing and there is no explanation.
Hey, look, I posted on LJ! 556 words, even!