all the better to see you with
So I'm sat here with my feet up, tearing apart the last of my cinnamon and raisin bagels (I was totally saving it for tomorrow, but dammit those things are tasty) and browsing the SuperWiki. I don't know why it is that I love reading about my fandoms so much. I mean, I'm in it. I'm not exactly learning anything new.
Well. I did learn that to be Kripked is the opposite of being Jossed, which is cool. Also, I read the one of the earlier drafts of the Pilot, which was cool as well. But whatever, the point is, I'm weird.
(I think I am, anyway? Does anyone else read fandom wiki pages when they're bored?)
WAITASECOND. I think someone put some marmite in my bagel. That is the only way that taste can be explained.
Anyway, it's like a fortnight to the next SPN. THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I am pining so hard right now. (Although, it's quite nice to think 'maybe by next episode the WGA strike will be resolved!') I'm trying to rewatch S1 again whilst I wait, but I've kind of ground to a halt at Bloody Mary.
It's scary, okay? >.>
And I know I could just skip through to Skin, but I DON'T LIKE SKIPPING EPISODES. It makes me feel undedicated, or something.
There was a woman in store today enquiring about SPN. That made me happy, even if she was probably just after it as a Christmas present.
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT THIS ENTRY IS A BIT DISJOINTED. This is because I'm really fucking tired, and so am simply allowing everything to... flop out in a disorderly manner. I didn't sleep very well last night, y'see. And matters weren't helped by my sudden need to write that had me sat in bed scribbling 'til two in the morning.
Yes, that's right, I was WRITING. AGAIN. Hilariously, it's a whole new random idea that was so entirely not on my list. I'm beginning to get the sneaking suspicion that putting something on a list effectively kills my drive to do it. Am hoping I'll be proved wrong though, as I really rather like some of those ideas...
Here's an extract from it, JUST TO PROVE TO MYSELF THAT IT EXISTS:
“Winchester,” he says, at the latest Roadhouse door. It’s down an alley, the air heavy with the reek of desolation, and the sigils are carved inches-deep into the doorframe.
“Like the brothers?” the guy asks, flashing a grin that shows silver-plated teeth.
“Yeah,” Sam murmurs as the door cracks open another few inches, and he holds his hand out for the salt, tosses it over his shoulder- Christo- as he crosses the threshold. “Like the brothers.”
Chances I'll actually finish it? Slim, knowing me, but a gal can dream.
Anyway, Hallia has more or less fucked off to Thailand now. (THAILAND! I ask you!) GOODBYE YOU WHORE.
My bagel's gone now. Damn. Obviously, I'd best go read some bodyswap instead.
Well. I did learn that to be Kripked is the opposite of being Jossed, which is cool. Also, I read the one of the earlier drafts of the Pilot, which was cool as well. But whatever, the point is, I'm weird.
(I think I am, anyway? Does anyone else read fandom wiki pages when they're bored?)
WAITASECOND. I think someone put some marmite in my bagel. That is the only way that taste can be explained.
Anyway, it's like a fortnight to the next SPN. THIS IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I am pining so hard right now. (Although, it's quite nice to think 'maybe by next episode the WGA strike will be resolved!') I'm trying to rewatch S1 again whilst I wait, but I've kind of ground to a halt at Bloody Mary.
It's scary, okay? >.>
And I know I could just skip through to Skin, but I DON'T LIKE SKIPPING EPISODES. It makes me feel undedicated, or something.
There was a woman in store today enquiring about SPN. That made me happy, even if she was probably just after it as a Christmas present.
YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THAT THIS ENTRY IS A BIT DISJOINTED. This is because I'm really fucking tired, and so am simply allowing everything to... flop out in a disorderly manner. I didn't sleep very well last night, y'see. And matters weren't helped by my sudden need to write that had me sat in bed scribbling 'til two in the morning.
Yes, that's right, I was WRITING. AGAIN. Hilariously, it's a whole new random idea that was so entirely not on my list. I'm beginning to get the sneaking suspicion that putting something on a list effectively kills my drive to do it. Am hoping I'll be proved wrong though, as I really rather like some of those ideas...
Here's an extract from it, JUST TO PROVE TO MYSELF THAT IT EXISTS:
“Winchester,” he says, at the latest Roadhouse door. It’s down an alley, the air heavy with the reek of desolation, and the sigils are carved inches-deep into the doorframe.
“Like the brothers?” the guy asks, flashing a grin that shows silver-plated teeth.
“Yeah,” Sam murmurs as the door cracks open another few inches, and he holds his hand out for the salt, tosses it over his shoulder- Christo- as he crosses the threshold. “Like the brothers.”
Chances I'll actually finish it? Slim, knowing me, but a gal can dream.
Anyway, Hallia has more or less fucked off to Thailand now. (THAILAND! I ask you!) GOODBYE YOU WHORE.
My bagel's gone now. Damn. Obviously, I'd best go read some bodyswap instead.