mental note

finishing tea at night is preferable to fishing tea bag out of cold liquid in the morning, emptying and rinsing freezing cup, etc, etc.

also, this is possibly the first ever viggo-induced controversy! eee! viggo all grown up! not so ee about the morons babbling on about it, but whatever. they're mildly entertaining.

i didn't sleep well and my mouth tastes like blood, which i take to mean that i bit some part of it in my sleep. only i don't remember doing that, and it doesn't hurt.

opera? ::grumbles incessantly for several hours::

ramble ramble

code switch from first time pwp schmoop b/d to cj cherryh's entirely plot driven masterpiece? dude, almost *funny.* someone, somewhere, should be able to get a thesis out of this. who knows; perhaps they already have?

i opened a [stolen] [ie liberated from cafeteria] packet of mint tea today to discover the string for the tea bag had gotten sealed in the seam of the packet. broke when i took it out. no little paper tag! you probably don't understand how great a tragedy this is. this is on the order of, oh, paintshop freezing in the middle of an icon. or at least near the beginning of the middle; it isn't as bad as freezing at the end.

and oh. don't you hate how when you walk fast outside when the air is too cold it makes your throat hurt even if it didn't already?

::kick:: i wish this lingering cold would get its talons out of me. damned thing. hm. i seem to have left the external disk drive plugged in. and how cold will it be when i have to carry my suitcase from the post office this afternoon? ::glum look::

there had just better be adequate recompense awaiting me on my return to my room.

there's not even any *reason* to check the campus mail every day, and... it's outside and cold and i'm hiding! so. hmf.

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wee baby update!

...what to do about emails from someone who insists on spelling 'you' 'u'? ::worried frown::

oh NO!

no daddy all day? >.> <.<

::whimper::

i want to go back to bed.

aaaaaaah. help. ::whimper::

rain or shine says it's 19* F out there. the random surrealism generator says Overthrow moon rocks, Hong Kong Phooey. Overthrow moon rocks like a fin-de-siecle bumper sticker. the book says lots of cute things, but i'm not going to be able to read it for a while. let's play the how-many-layers-can-we-find game! ::burrows::

the temptation to wear multiple layers of pants is high, but one fears i would get very hot very quickly at work.

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ahahahahahaha. and i leave you with that. farewell, cruel world. or ethel barrymore.

hahaha

please... think of the kittens

cj cherryh's new foreigner novel

oh no. this book is so good. SO good. i'm not surviving, not surviving... there's going to be another trilogy, i know it... it's going to be EVEN BETTER.

::explodes::

maybe upload the jago icon again.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OHMIGOD! SO GOOD!

[edit: finished.

::SQUEEZURES::]

awwwwww, now!

Doyle glanced at him, trying to see behind the anger in the pale face. It took a lot to bring Bodie to this level of emotion. Un-phaseable, that was his mate, until there was something he really felt strongly about, then watch out...

Doyle escaped to the bedroom to marshal his thoughts -- Bodie offering protection and a sanctuary against the implied threat in those calls. That meant he, Doyle, rated highly among his colleague's priorities... WAS there a hope that there could be... Doyle began to stuff clothing into a sports bag indiscriminately. His heart was pounding, he could hardly breathe. Bodie -- defending him -- sharing with -- sleeping under the same roof... He emerged from his room to find that Bodie had made the coffee and was pacing the length of the lounge.

ahahahahahahaha.

adorably transparent, she is.

and look, ma! still reading!

...speaking of nothing of the kind, this song is clearly new but wasn't on my edition of the cd. canadians? europeans? i *highly* disapprove of this releasing extra tracks in europe stuff. ::scowl::

scandalously tagged pictures of hobbits at a basketball game, with sean's daughter.

mcee said it best, i think: ow, my ovaries.

and thechaosdiva best expressed the shame that inhabits those first tentative curls of affection for the lijah's new hair style. dear god, no! ahem. but of course, all of that is in the past now. and when he's not doing his psycho face, he doesn't look in the least like a football player...

who wants to bet that alex is essentially a terribly sweet child, the kind it's impossible not to like? would anything in sean's household dare be less than so perfect? of course not.

ow. ovaries, ovaries...

::stumbles away::

to love you this way

damn. you hear that im alert noise, and then you're waiting, right? and you're paranoid by that door-closing noise... but of course, there are so many people signed on right now...

nope.

and if i'd caught her, it'd've been unconscionable not to just tell her to go to bed, anyway. so it's really better. and i'll go to bed early. yeah.

::strangles something::

::adjusts halo::

no, i'm fine. why do you ask?

yo, mcee!

it's mcee's birthday?

::covers her with kisses:: so what sort of drabble would you like, darlin'?

a joyous and celebrated birthday!

airline toilet freshener isn't earthy enough for you? my god, woman, what do you WANT?*

o.0

other highlights of an evening with the fabulous hollsk:

GhettoHobbit: Assclown: Almost as good as whore

( so what DOES black love smell like? )

*aside from a long and truly satisfying the professionals story?

advice to young slash readers?

run the other way at the first sign of an angsty established relationship fic. and in that same vein, oh dear god. because rape is such a deeply affecting topic. go straight for the soul, GRAB your reader's attention! don't stop to collect $200! and for god's sake, don't bother with characterization, man! ::breathes out:: oh fuck, this is embarrassing to read. the main character is neurotic in a way that could conceivably be charming in other circumstances--but i spot it at 100 paces. in someone else, that is. i fear i've sounded like this before...

my red hair is pretty cool, but it was prettier before. oh well. it'll grow out.