Random Randoming of Randomness
1. I've been going through a dry spell, writing-wise. I was incapable of snippets (despite my More Joy Day promises), drabbles and (yep) longfic prose epics. It's been a tense couple of weeks. But today I skipped the gym and wrote 6000 words of the Seekrit Project. (Which, um, hi, secretlybronte, I might be writing that thing, particularly that thing with the 3am breakdown. It might not actually turn into ginormous epic, which is encouraging. I like short. Short is good, right?)
2. I feel horribly guilty about skipping the gym to write boykissing. Why is my life so hard? I had to go and do some fitness testing stuff with a stern-faced woman who said that it would "probably be a good idea to lose weight" because my Body Mass Index is ridiciously off the charts. Which I don't understand because, dudes, I'm not that heavy. *is in denial* Also, I'm not sure about that 5'4" inches thing. That sounds wrong.
I guess in my head I'm 5'11" and I weigh about 90lbs. Maybe I'm Tricia Helfer! Maybe I'm a Cylon!
3. Speaking of Cylons, that CKR interview with the BSG guy? I think it might possibly be the most awkward thing I've ever listened to. I've got a huge embarrassment squick which prevents me from "enjoying" the Voodoo "video" and Men with Brooms and select episodes of dS and...oh, okay, pretty much everything Paul Gross has ever been involved with, for lo, he is the KING of embarrassment. That part of the interview where Callum interrupts the interviewer to explain that if he did have to commit to a career path, it'd be golf? Just in case that needed clarifying? Adorable, but also TOTALLY embarrassing! And was that interviewer just some schlubby fan they pulled in off the street? He didn't do follow-ups very well! This was my complaint! I wanted to be MORE embarrassed! And then have it FOLLOWED UP!
The most embarrassing thing? I can't spell "embarrassed" (it's that damn extra 'r'!) and my poor spellchecker just lit up like a Christmas tree with that last paragraph.
4. I bring you more Boyfriend Quotes of Awesomeness:
"I thought, if you have an area that is strictly reserved for bears, and you call it a 'bear-ea'. That would be kind of funny. And full of bears."
"I think Fraser looks like a Reginald. And Ray could be Maurice. Yeah. Those are good alternative names for them."
"I'm not prepared for dinner! I have figurines all over the place!"
And I'm not even going to tell you about how waking up before 6am causes poor scarfe to nearly have a mental breakdown. He had to get up for an early class and we were going to go grocery shopping later. "Do you want to take the bus, or walk?" I asked him, gesturing to the snowy, blustery day outside. And I swear to god, he nearly broke down in tears. Poor Boy! It's the little things that really trip him up when he hasn't gotten his full 8hrs of sleep. Have a tough question? He's your guy! Choosing between two simple, accessible modes of transportation? Total meltdown. Oh boy.
5. On the 26th I can haz a meresy! The obvious question is, "What took you so long? Didn't you guys get together last in October? You only live a couple of hours away from each other!" The obvious answer is, "Um, I forget that inviting people over requires inviting people over! I assume they'll show up of their own accord!" Seriously, meresy, I'm so, so sorry I'm such a basketcase with the hostessing stuff. I am determined to make it up to my poor dear Miss M with much fannish squee, dinner at a nice restaurant, and possibly a lesson on using iTunes. There will also be a test on romantic comedies. Fair warning, meresy!
6. Just a reminder, the Bitchin Party Panel Discussion Thread is only open for business for another 22 hours! Pop on over and make your suggestions! C'mon, give me more material for my spreadsheets! They need data to live! Feed them daaaata!
7. ds_recsredux's New Beginnings challenge kicked off yesterday. Help out your fellow fangirls and rec those stories dealing with new beginnings, new friendships, and newhotsexfresh starts! I could use a good do-over fic right about now. This new fic, it makes me weep.
8. Antelopes sure are weird, aren't they? Even weirder? Ibexes. I always get really excited whenever anyone mentions an Ibex, because for some reason I think that if someone asked me for a word that starts with 'X' and 'x-ray' and 'xylophone' are off-limits, I could say 'Ibex'. Not so. Fooled again!
9. There is no number nine.
10. How awesome is my f-list? Pretty awesome! I am learning about hardcore music, amusing myself with potential memes, and I also have a tab open that reads, "A fannish treasure hunt - attempted suicide fics." That fills me with joy. It's probably wrong, but I can't deny how I feel. Maybe it's the juxtaposition of those two phrases, maybe I need to be committed, but I am vastly amused.
Okay, I need to go away now and catch up on comments and emails. If you made it all the way to #10 you deserve some kind of medal. Maybe you'll get one of those fake medals that are actual foil-wrapped chocolates. Yeah. That seems to be the kind of medal my nation would distribute. (And by "my nation" I mean "the nation of Nos" and not Canada. Canadian medals are actually filled with taffy).
2. I feel horribly guilty about skipping the gym to write boykissing. Why is my life so hard? I had to go and do some fitness testing stuff with a stern-faced woman who said that it would "probably be a good idea to lose weight" because my Body Mass Index is ridiciously off the charts. Which I don't understand because, dudes, I'm not that heavy. *is in denial* Also, I'm not sure about that 5'4" inches thing. That sounds wrong.
I guess in my head I'm 5'11" and I weigh about 90lbs. Maybe I'm Tricia Helfer! Maybe I'm a Cylon!
3. Speaking of Cylons, that CKR interview with the BSG guy? I think it might possibly be the most awkward thing I've ever listened to. I've got a huge embarrassment squick which prevents me from "enjoying" the Voodoo "video" and Men with Brooms and select episodes of dS and...oh, okay, pretty much everything Paul Gross has ever been involved with, for lo, he is the KING of embarrassment. That part of the interview where Callum interrupts the interviewer to explain that if he did have to commit to a career path, it'd be golf? Just in case that needed clarifying? Adorable, but also TOTALLY embarrassing! And was that interviewer just some schlubby fan they pulled in off the street? He didn't do follow-ups very well! This was my complaint! I wanted to be MORE embarrassed! And then have it FOLLOWED UP!
The most embarrassing thing? I can't spell "embarrassed" (it's that damn extra 'r'!) and my poor spellchecker just lit up like a Christmas tree with that last paragraph.
4. I bring you more Boyfriend Quotes of Awesomeness:
"I thought, if you have an area that is strictly reserved for bears, and you call it a 'bear-ea'. That would be kind of funny. And full of bears."
"I think Fraser looks like a Reginald. And Ray could be Maurice. Yeah. Those are good alternative names for them."
"I'm not prepared for dinner! I have figurines all over the place!"
And I'm not even going to tell you about how waking up before 6am causes poor scarfe to nearly have a mental breakdown. He had to get up for an early class and we were going to go grocery shopping later. "Do you want to take the bus, or walk?" I asked him, gesturing to the snowy, blustery day outside. And I swear to god, he nearly broke down in tears. Poor Boy! It's the little things that really trip him up when he hasn't gotten his full 8hrs of sleep. Have a tough question? He's your guy! Choosing between two simple, accessible modes of transportation? Total meltdown. Oh boy.
5. On the 26th I can haz a meresy! The obvious question is, "What took you so long? Didn't you guys get together last in October? You only live a couple of hours away from each other!" The obvious answer is, "Um, I forget that inviting people over requires inviting people over! I assume they'll show up of their own accord!" Seriously, meresy, I'm so, so sorry I'm such a basketcase with the hostessing stuff. I am determined to make it up to my poor dear Miss M with much fannish squee, dinner at a nice restaurant, and possibly a lesson on using iTunes. There will also be a test on romantic comedies. Fair warning, meresy!
6. Just a reminder, the Bitchin Party Panel Discussion Thread is only open for business for another 22 hours! Pop on over and make your suggestions! C'mon, give me more material for my spreadsheets! They need data to live! Feed them daaaata!
7. ds_recsredux's New Beginnings challenge kicked off yesterday. Help out your fellow fangirls and rec those stories dealing with new beginnings, new friendships, and newhotsexfresh starts! I could use a good do-over fic right about now. This new fic, it makes me weep.
8. Antelopes sure are weird, aren't they? Even weirder? Ibexes. I always get really excited whenever anyone mentions an Ibex, because for some reason I think that if someone asked me for a word that starts with 'X' and 'x-ray' and 'xylophone' are off-limits, I could say 'Ibex'. Not so. Fooled again!
9. There is no number nine.
10. How awesome is my f-list? Pretty awesome! I am learning about hardcore music, amusing myself with potential memes, and I also have a tab open that reads, "A fannish treasure hunt - attempted suicide fics." That fills me with joy. It's probably wrong, but I can't deny how I feel. Maybe it's the juxtaposition of those two phrases, maybe I need to be committed, but I am vastly amused.
Okay, I need to go away now and catch up on comments and emails. If you made it all the way to #10 you deserve some kind of medal. Maybe you'll get one of those fake medals that are actual foil-wrapped chocolates. Yeah. That seems to be the kind of medal my nation would distribute. (And by "my nation" I mean "the nation of Nos" and not Canada. Canadian medals are actually filled with taffy).