I am still totally traumatized by my Week Without Power. I keep expecting lights not to turn on when I reach for the switches, and half the time I can't remember to flush the toilet. The house is a disaster of suitcases, jackets, blankets, and travel-sized bottles of shampoo. Also, my shoulders are brick walls of tension and huddling against the ( Read more... )

Sometimes, especially when I'm driving, I'll entertain myself imagining unlikely cover songs. For instance, I've become quite attached to the ridiculous idea that someday Brendon Urie will sing Josh Ritter's 'To the Dogs or Whoever,' mostly because the only other singer I can think of who could cram so many lyrics into a breath. (Then of course ( Read more... )

Today: I don't like it. Lots of snow to clean up, long walk to work to postpone the cleaning of the snow, work should have been closed but of course it was not because we never close for snow and the universe likes to laugh at me, and so on. I know I'm supposed to be contemplating the sheer unlikelihood of being alive and how I'm like the turtle ( Read more... )

I had an alarmingly vivid dream about Richard Woolsey, in which he used some skill test for the IOA as an excuse to get me alone so we could have a heart to heart. I don't really know who I was in the dream, but Woolsey talked to me about working for Elizabeth, and how I'd changed, and he said, "You're a much darker girl now," and I said, "Yes I am ( Read more... )

Olivia_circe came to visit, and we got flaily and talked about bandom a whole lot, and then she came to dinner and Torchwood watching and got to meet and hang out with some of my favorite people, and it was an awesome end to the weekend.

We watched Becoming, Parts 1 and 2 from season two of Buffy while I was making dessert, and somehow, through some ( Read more... )

I dreamed last night that I was auditioning for an all-girls punk band. There was some serious paperwork I had to complete, including a checklist where I was supposed to mark my musical skills. I checked that I knew how to play the triangle (not true, but, I mean, I guess I could figure it out) and that I could be a back-up singer. We also had to ( Read more... )

This has been a whirlwind week. olivia_circe visited and kjabernathy got a blog. I watched eight hours straight of Babylon 5, through the end of the second season. I watched the season finale of Battlestar Galactica and then watched the last fifteen minutes again immediately after and then did a dance around the room. I took two half-days off, which is a bit of a miracle ( Read more... )

I'm watching When She Was Bad, from Buffy, because some mornings, I really wish I could work out my issues with a sledgehammer.

I've been watching more of Series One of Doctor Who, and I'm realizing that, for all of my love of David Tennant, there are some moments when I prefer Christopher Eccleston's version of the Doctor, that brooding, ( Read more... )

I've been trying to write this post since at least Thursday, and various tiredness and distraction keeps leaving me with too many paragraph breaks and random lists of unfinished thoughts.

I finished reading The Moor, and this book is one of the funniest in the series. It's nothing about the plot or the circumstances Russell and Holmes find ( Read more... )

Something about the day has my brain alight with stories. Maybe it's the sun and the chilly air, or the awkward teen-aged goslings on the hill above the river bank, but I suddenly remembered something I'd written in a writing workshop back in the days of the Evil MFA Program and thought about giving it a second chance, and I've also been writing ( Read more... )