Too many fingers, too many thumbs; something wicked this way comes.
It's a lovely Friday morning right now.
One of the good things about today through all next week is that I have it to myself. I'm not in classes on campus, which is a nice, and I don't have to go teach yet...though I am sort of chomping at the bit to go do so.
This time is supposed to be for planning. I've got the majority of it done, and it's really just a matter of preparing the small things -- typing up a course outline, making up some worksheets, that sort of thing. I'm also supposed to start developing my digital portfolio. At this point, that involves scanning a stack of paperwork and turning it into a .pdf file, then linking it all into a Powerpoint -- pretty mindless work, but a pretty extensive stack of paperwork to get through. I've decided that this preparation and development is what next week is for. If I do a little each day, I should be more than ready to go in and teach up a freakin' storm and be ahead of the game in my digital portfolio.
Today is my free day then. I plan to sit around in my PJs for a while, and enjoy some time to myself. I'm going to get all my laundry taken care of, watch some cartoons, and perhaps even finish the novel I'm working on.
But of course, as free days often warrant, fandom wants to take over and do bad things. Well, not bad things, really. Just brain-hurty ones.
Cut to protect innoccent bystanders/unwilling victims.
I had a Pyro/Invisible Woman dream the other day while I was napping. This in itself is odd. I once had a dream about fandom, but I've never a dream set in a fandom, if that makes any sense.
Odder still? It was narrated by the voice that reads the British edition of the "Good Omens" audiobook:
“Is this a brother thing?” John asked, gesticulating awkwardly around himself at the bed. “Because I think I get to be told if it is.”
Sue rolled her eyes from across the room as she finished tying on her robe.
“You are probably the only person on earth that can legitimately ask me that. I don’t know if that makes me feel punchy or just depressed.”
I don't remember what universe it was set in, or anything other than that little clip, but I fear this is one of those things that's unless I'm careful, may actually become a legitimate fic. Has anyone actually seen a John/Sue fic before?
Over in that section of my brain that deals with Wolverine and the X-Men, Tabs!Muse is not impressed. John!Muse is apparently officially cut off. He doth protest muchly. Meanwhile, Wanda!Muse and Remy!Muse are stewing, each spending a lot of time trying to take the measure of the other. This is to say nothing of Wade!Muse, who is trying to explain to an unimpressed Neena!Muse why she's woken up in his apartment secret lair. He wants to quote 'Twilight' for some reason, and I am unsure if I should let him because Neena will recognize it and shoot him...
(WHY HAS NEENA READ TWILIGHT, BRAIN? I WANT TO KNOW. Wade, I almost understand. He would sit there and criticize Edward's stalker!fail as he reads, probably screaming at the book on a regular basis something along the lines of 'JUST EAT HER ALREADY'. I think he may be Team Jacob, and why this is the case I do not know.)
...this, of course, will sting, but obviously won't do any major damage.
Frigging hell.
Right. I'm thinking it's safe to say it's time to go pour another cup of coffee and then go do a severe fandom brain-dump. Today is fic day, and hopefully, I'll be able to get something out.
One of the good things about today through all next week is that I have it to myself. I'm not in classes on campus, which is a nice, and I don't have to go teach yet...though I am sort of chomping at the bit to go do so.
This time is supposed to be for planning. I've got the majority of it done, and it's really just a matter of preparing the small things -- typing up a course outline, making up some worksheets, that sort of thing. I'm also supposed to start developing my digital portfolio. At this point, that involves scanning a stack of paperwork and turning it into a .pdf file, then linking it all into a Powerpoint -- pretty mindless work, but a pretty extensive stack of paperwork to get through. I've decided that this preparation and development is what next week is for. If I do a little each day, I should be more than ready to go in and teach up a freakin' storm and be ahead of the game in my digital portfolio.
Today is my free day then. I plan to sit around in my PJs for a while, and enjoy some time to myself. I'm going to get all my laundry taken care of, watch some cartoons, and perhaps even finish the novel I'm working on.
But of course, as free days often warrant, fandom wants to take over and do bad things. Well, not bad things, really. Just brain-hurty ones.
Cut to protect innoccent bystanders/unwilling victims.
I had a Pyro/Invisible Woman dream the other day while I was napping. This in itself is odd. I once had a dream about fandom, but I've never a dream set in a fandom, if that makes any sense.
Odder still? It was narrated by the voice that reads the British edition of the "Good Omens" audiobook:
“Is this a brother thing?” John asked, gesticulating awkwardly around himself at the bed. “Because I think I get to be told if it is.”
Sue rolled her eyes from across the room as she finished tying on her robe.
“You are probably the only person on earth that can legitimately ask me that. I don’t know if that makes me feel punchy or just depressed.”
I don't remember what universe it was set in, or anything other than that little clip, but I fear this is one of those things that's unless I'm careful, may actually become a legitimate fic. Has anyone actually seen a John/Sue fic before?
Over in that section of my brain that deals with Wolverine and the X-Men, Tabs!Muse is not impressed. John!Muse is apparently officially cut off. He doth protest muchly. Meanwhile, Wanda!Muse and Remy!Muse are stewing, each spending a lot of time trying to take the measure of the other. This is to say nothing of Wade!Muse, who is trying to explain to an unimpressed Neena!Muse why she's woken up in his apartment secret lair. He wants to quote 'Twilight' for some reason, and I am unsure if I should let him because Neena will recognize it and shoot him...
(WHY HAS NEENA READ TWILIGHT, BRAIN? I WANT TO KNOW. Wade, I almost understand. He would sit there and criticize Edward's stalker!fail as he reads, probably screaming at the book on a regular basis something along the lines of 'JUST EAT HER ALREADY'. I think he may be Team Jacob, and why this is the case I do not know.)
...this, of course, will sting, but obviously won't do any major damage.
Frigging hell.
Right. I'm thinking it's safe to say it's time to go pour another cup of coffee and then go do a severe fandom brain-dump. Today is fic day, and hopefully, I'll be able to get something out.