office spring cleaning. movies. fic challenge. more spring cleaning. footnotes about faith.
my boss must have come in over the weekend, because a. my desk is clean (and by clean i mean "oh my god someone took all the notebooks away! yay!"), b. the big table where we put every damn piece of paper that needs to be looked at is clean (and by clean i mean "oh my god someone actually windexed!"), c. there are three very large black garbage bags by the door, and d. my boss' office looks like someone vacuumed it (and by vacuum i mean "took everything off the desk, the floor, and the spare chair, and windexed every hard surface"). this is odd. but i'm ok with it. it makes me want to spring clean, tho, and it's not spring yet, and i'll just have to clean again in a few months. altho the vacuum scares the cat.... >:D
rented disco pigs over the weekend - very disturbing [1] - and priest - much less disturbing and with a slightly happier ending (and by slightly happier i mean "no one dies or goes batshit insane") that made me cry [2]. my roommate's in london until sunday and i seem to be using her absence to rent movies.
i signed up for picfor1000 because you can write original fic, and have been completely unable to write anything i liked enough to do 1000 words of. >.< and then last night i got an idea at, like, ten to two, and as i'm falling asleep i'm planning out this little fic. did i mention it was two in the morning? and that i was kind of tired? and had to go to bed so i could get up in time to go to work this morning? why don't i get the good ideas when i'm in a position to write them down? *whine* anyway, i have an idea i actually like and think i can get 1000 words out of, altho i also seem to have defaulted back to tall skinny boys as main characters - and this one has a guitar, too - i think the scientific ot4 are an aberration. let's see how much of it i remember now.
it feels like spring (altho it isn't quite that warm yet). there are birds singing outside. we had winter, right? i distinctly remember the snow....
not spring cleaning. not. maybe tomorrow. tonight i'll do the laundry, at least. mmm, clean bras.
footnotes!
[1] i've now seen cillian murphy in four movies, and he plays a crazy person in three of them. THREE. out of FOUR. (three and a little bit, if you want to count the end of 28 days later, but he's sane if baffled for most of the movie, so i don't count it, myself.) this is not right. altho he does crazy very well. but i'd like some sane!cillian that doesn't include ragezombies, if that's ok.... is intermission any good? and if i can find it in a theater does anyone want to see breakfast on pluto with me?
[2] my inner daniel, who believes in god [3] and grows up to be interested in other people's kinds of faiths, was really impressed that father greg didn't seem to ever really question his belief or his vocation, but neither did he seem to be a particularly self-hating gay man. his problems with his faith stemmed from his inability to break the seal of confession, not his desire to fuck other men. well, until he was caught with the other man.... *ahem* and the fallout wasn't as much a question of faith as it was a question of being able to lead others in the practice of that faith. he would've stayed at the church if he'd been able to, afterwards. [4]
[3] and organized religion, more or less, even tho none of the major ones seem to appreciate that you can enjoy fucking members of the same sex and still be a good god-fearing faithful kind of person. nash thinks it's funny, but nash doesn't believe in god and i don't think he ever has.
[4] "you have to say mass with me." "i can't. i've just taken twenty-four paracetamol." and the whole conversation you think he won't say mass with father matthew because he's been outed and he's uncomfortable doing it and the bishop wants him gone, but no, he physically can't, he's about to need his stomach pumped. heh. linus roache is really good. well, so is tom wilkinson.... and robert carlyle, i keep thinking of him in plunkett & macleane and wondering why the hell he cut his hair that short.
rented disco pigs over the weekend - very disturbing [1] - and priest - much less disturbing and with a slightly happier ending (and by slightly happier i mean "no one dies or goes batshit insane") that made me cry [2]. my roommate's in london until sunday and i seem to be using her absence to rent movies.
i signed up for picfor1000 because you can write original fic, and have been completely unable to write anything i liked enough to do 1000 words of. >.< and then last night i got an idea at, like, ten to two, and as i'm falling asleep i'm planning out this little fic. did i mention it was two in the morning? and that i was kind of tired? and had to go to bed so i could get up in time to go to work this morning? why don't i get the good ideas when i'm in a position to write them down? *whine* anyway, i have an idea i actually like and think i can get 1000 words out of, altho i also seem to have defaulted back to tall skinny boys as main characters - and this one has a guitar, too - i think the scientific ot4 are an aberration. let's see how much of it i remember now.
it feels like spring (altho it isn't quite that warm yet). there are birds singing outside. we had winter, right? i distinctly remember the snow....
not spring cleaning. not. maybe tomorrow. tonight i'll do the laundry, at least. mmm, clean bras.
footnotes!
[1] i've now seen cillian murphy in four movies, and he plays a crazy person in three of them. THREE. out of FOUR. (three and a little bit, if you want to count the end of 28 days later, but he's sane if baffled for most of the movie, so i don't count it, myself.) this is not right. altho he does crazy very well. but i'd like some sane!cillian that doesn't include ragezombies, if that's ok.... is intermission any good? and if i can find it in a theater does anyone want to see breakfast on pluto with me?
[2] my inner daniel, who believes in god [3] and grows up to be interested in other people's kinds of faiths, was really impressed that father greg didn't seem to ever really question his belief or his vocation, but neither did he seem to be a particularly self-hating gay man. his problems with his faith stemmed from his inability to break the seal of confession, not his desire to fuck other men. well, until he was caught with the other man.... *ahem* and the fallout wasn't as much a question of faith as it was a question of being able to lead others in the practice of that faith. he would've stayed at the church if he'd been able to, afterwards. [4]
[3] and organized religion, more or less, even tho none of the major ones seem to appreciate that you can enjoy fucking members of the same sex and still be a good god-fearing faithful kind of person. nash thinks it's funny, but nash doesn't believe in god and i don't think he ever has.
[4] "you have to say mass with me." "i can't. i've just taken twenty-four paracetamol." and the whole conversation you think he won't say mass with father matthew because he's been outed and he's uncomfortable doing it and the bishop wants him gone, but no, he physically can't, he's about to need his stomach pumped. heh. linus roache is really good. well, so is tom wilkinson.... and robert carlyle, i keep thinking of him in plunkett & macleane and wondering why the hell he cut his hair that short.