So, I went to go see a lecture on J. Robert Oppenheimer yesterday, and the fact that I teared up at several points porbably indicates that I'm not at my most emotionally stable right now. Still, it was good, even if I had to leave early to come home and do homework that should have been done a long time ago ( Read more... )

I have made a monster!

Well, really, the monster made itself a long time ago. I just gave it a journal to splutter into.

There now exists the magibrain journal, which will be filled with all the ideas I'm probably never going to write but have to write down in order to get them out of my head. It will be friendslocked, but if you friend it it'll friend ( Read more... )

OH HANG ON I just had a Life On Mars fic idea where it turns out that it really is all a coma delusion except that Annie is real and then Sam wakes up and Annie is stuck in a netherworld of empty streets devoid of people and the fic would be called Mercy Street and right, I'm going to bed now before my brain can do any more damage.

My cold is still kicking my ass, but I no longer feel like I'm going to pass out or throw up. So the pills can't help me, but an infection can. I should have gotten my rhinothingy a long time ago, I guess.

Also, someone has obligingly created the clinic_duty community to indulge my thirst for transcripts. (Note: I had nothing to do with the creation of ( Read more... )

Also, I should never watch House before bed, because now I have like three more ideas for SG1 fics, all of which involve grevious Carter abuse. Brain! Give Sam a break! If you can go ten days without tormenting her, I will give you a month off of clinic duty. Srsly 4 realz.

Because my brain is incapable of focusing on the things I actually need to be writing, I got an idea for a short, silly little SG-1 fic dealing almost entirely with Daniel's nonexistent alcohol tolerance. Basically, it would go like this ( Read more... )

(or) How Chapter 11 Of Beneath A Beating Sun Is Coming, Thanks.

magistrate: (typing) And again--maybe always again--Jack froze up, shut down half of his mind and devoted the rest full-weight to extricating himself without success.
magibrain: I don't think you're allowed to write sentences like that.
magistrate: Bad brain. Say ten paternosters ( Read more... )

Had a bad time yesterday. All the stress in my life got pent up and shaken and then burst out in a froth of lightheadedness like carbonated whathaveyou, and rolled over me and submerged me and I woke up staring at the ceiling in Russian class. And my instructor--such a nice guy, kept even-keeled and level-headed and everything--had paramedics ( Read more... )

Issue 1: I have a Sam hat! You know, the slightly-boxier version of a baseball cap? I'm sure there's an actual name for this, but I don't know it. I just know it's the kind of hat Carter normally wears ( Read more... )

( Issue 1: The Problem With SG-1 Slash )