Today has been kind of useless, but it's like the third time this week I've walked home from campus. Because I am out of shape, and the weather is lovely. I mean, it's also a sign that global warming is coming to claim our civilization, but aside from that, lovely.

HOLY SHIT CHECK OUT THIS PICTURE OF CEELO GREEN INNA DRESS. I can't decide what I ( Read more... )

You know, living in Kazakhstan like I do, I'm used to getting hit with weird random cravings. Sometimes my reptilian brain starts shouting "bacon!" or "miiiilkshaaaake" or "pomegranatepomegranatepomegrante" and I cope.

But plain boiled potatoes? That's getting into "what am I, pregnant?" territory. At this rate I am liable to start eating dirt.IF ( Read more... )

I don't often mention it, but one of my favorite things about lofro is that he makes me smarter. Case in point: today we had a long conversation about the nature of fandom, inspired by the inevitable Watchmen wars--or at least, I knew they were inevitable. He was surprised, because he does not engage with texts in fandomish ways, and talking to him ( Read more... )

First off: thanks to whoever it was that gifted geeks_first with the paid time! Anonymous comments are on if you want me to write you a thank-you drabble.

Second: Someone's making a movie version of "Damn Yankees?" Oh, I hope so. With or without Jim Carrey and Jake Gyllenhaal. DY is probably my favorite musical, even if I have issues with some of the plot, ( Read more... )

Ow. Owowowow. Guess what happens when you fall three times on rock-hard ice? Ankles, knees, hips, ass, shoulders and neck all sore today. OW ( Read more... )

Notched fall #9 of the winter. Seriously, spring can start any time. My students are reading about spring in Narnia and I just want to look out the window and mope. Or possibly stay in bed until it's as warm out there as it is in here. But the ice is melting, I can see it every afternoon--the placid puddles that will become tomorrow morning's worst ( Read more... )

( Food makes me sad. That's not true. Money makes me sad, and food makes me think of money. )

Somewhere in Kansas City, there is a woman with a genuine, literal, bullet-proof weave. I'm waiting to see this in a Marvel comic, myself.

And, lacking any other content, I give you ( A picspam mainly of my cat. In which Lucy auditions for her future career as a Lolcat. )

YOU GUYS IT IS SIX O'CLOCK AND THERE IS STILL SUNSHINE.

THIS IS IMPORTANT YOU GUYS.

( Bleahhhhhhhh )

So Aitjamal has come and gone and all I got was this...rather good plate of chicken, actually.

( The pony grant is dead! Long live the pony grant! )