There is so much leftover Halloween candy around the office today. Seriously, did all the kids in Central Mass stay home on Saturday?
Oh,
yuletide season. So ridiculous. I have the google doc with my "to offer" list open in the background as I work, and I just keep deleting things and then adding them back. (Surely someone will want Eastwick femslash? I love Paul Gross to handsome talented bits, but I don't think I want to write anything focusing on Darryl.) I'm looking forward to sign-ups opening, so I can stop second-guessing myself and just take the damn plunge.
Speaking of Eastwick, I'm a little weirded out by how much I'm enjoying it. I keep expecting every episode to be the one that finally pisses me off, but . . . it keeps not happening. (And meanwhile: walked through fire. ♥ Uh, yeah. I sort of feel like I'm thirteen again and making hearthands over Now and Then, but what the hell.)
I've been in post-move hibernation mode for the last couple of weeks, so I've been watching a lot of tv (and reading YA fantasy novels . . . in my defense, The Dark Is Rising is not a series I'd read before). I got my new roomie watching some first season Farscape with me--it's really a shame that I only have a handful of episodes (maybe I'll ask for it for Christmas)--wondered again why I've never watched more than a handful of episodes of Psych, and fell in love with White Collar (least surprising ever). Has anyone written a Leverage crossover yet? Because seriously, people. (I want the lesbian agent back, though. Can't we have her and Natalie?)
Also, why did nobody tell me that the Star Trek: Animated Series is really fun? It features things like Tiny Spock, and kickass Uhura (and Chapel) taking charge of the ship! (Why couldn't there have been just one TOS episode like that?) The animation's pretty crummy, but some of the background painting is pretty gorgeous.
Goal for the week: pin down my
yuletart contribution. If I haven't at least decided on a fandom by the time
yuletide sign-ups open, there will be panic and bloodshed.