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Have officially finished watching Gilmore Girls and am moving onto Sports Night now, because if there's any show that can make Aaron Sorkin's fast-paced dialogue seem like it's actually normal speed, it's Gilmore Girls. It kind of makes me want a Gilmore Girls/Sports Night or TWW crossover of some kind, actually. Just for the surprise and delight of, "Hey, these people can keep up!" I'll have to go look for that. (Lorelai/Dan? That could so happen. Alternately, Lorelai/Luke and Dan/Casey established and Dan and Luke becoming BFFs, because dude, it'd so happen. And Casey would be jealous, and he'd feel stupid about being jealous, and he'd get kinda drunk and let it slip to Lorelai who would laugh and laugh and laugh and oh yeah, laugh some more, and then tease Luke, and then...okay, brain, no, stop it, you are not writing this, I mean it. Even if Dan trying to convince Lorelai, and maybe Rory if she's around, of the awesomeness of sports would be adorable because he's adorable and his enthusiasm is adorable and they would agree about said adorableness but would remain unconvinced on the sports thing. And I am officially stopping this train of thought now.)
In other news, I need my ability to consistently write to return. Having drips of dialogue and thoughts about things I should write (that are unrelated, that's helpful, brain) is not satisfactory. I need to be able to write full stories again! In less than three weeks! Please!
This post officially has no point, so I'm going to go back to Sports Night and stare at a blank notebook page and inevitably end up playing my knockoff of Chip's Challenge on my iPod when I can't think of anything, because that is how I roll. (Shouldn't having a facsimile of a Windows 95 tile game on my iPod touch rip some kind of hole in the space-time continuum? Because I feel that it probably should.)
P.S. Wherein we learn that the saying, "Everything's bigger in Texas," is actually just blatant propaganda.
In other news, I need my ability to consistently write to return. Having drips of dialogue and thoughts about things I should write (that are unrelated, that's helpful, brain) is not satisfactory. I need to be able to write full stories again! In less than three weeks! Please!
This post officially has no point, so I'm going to go back to Sports Night and stare at a blank notebook page and inevitably end up playing my knockoff of Chip's Challenge on my iPod when I can't think of anything, because that is how I roll. (Shouldn't having a facsimile of a Windows 95 tile game on my iPod touch rip some kind of hole in the space-time continuum? Because I feel that it probably should.)
P.S. Wherein we learn that the saying, "Everything's bigger in Texas," is actually just blatant propaganda.