February 10th, 2004

children of dune - leto 1

very, very random

For years, I refused to admit I was a smoker. I really, really didn't. I bought lighters, I bought cigarettes, but I wasn't a smoker. I was someone who occassinally smoked. If by 'occasionally', you mean, 'a lot'.

Textbook definition:

It's raining outside. There is no porchy type thing around the building. You, the smoker, stand at the door, contemplating the angle of the rain, find the side of the building that it isn't hitting *quite* as hard, then duck under a three inch wide rain gutter. Everything but the hand holding the cigarette gets soaked.

You are *fine* with that. This, you consider a *success*.

isilya is destroying what's left of my inhibitions. I have never been so scared of my own head in my life.

xoverau? If you are online tonight, AIM me? I have a favor to ask.

*sighs*

In three weeks, I will own the QaF season three DVDs. I plan to get to *watch* them, in order, straight through, as SOON as I get to finish watched the QaFUK, which I have gotten through exactly one ep, because miraculously, when I sit down to watch TV, everyone and their puppy and coworker needs something. I may need two weekends for this.

Even better, I get to skip lightly over every single instance of Ethan.

*happy sigh*

In other, less interesting news, I'm looking vaguely at Valentine's Day. I have, so far, managed, by sheer blind luck, to only be dating once. This once, the boy in question gave me my white cat, who was the most perfect cat in creation and hated everyone but me and got huge. He told me the story of jogging over all of Austin in the middle of February, looking for someone who had pure white kittens. I got him an iguana. I told him about looking for the most active of seven sleeping iguanas.

When you look at my expectations of Valentine's Day, you really have to wonder what I absorbed over childhood, that I don't think automatically of chocolate, but of wildlife. Hmm.

Must. Write. Fic. At least a page.
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musing too late at night

Places to Go, Things to Read

Raijahn fulfills a challenge, sort of, in fictional nonfiction. It's intersting. You should read it.

And also theorizes on Chloe's birthday here. The girl does her research.

I *had* fic recs saved and now I can't find them. I have a bad feeling that shutting down last night while half-asleep is going to lead to some very, very scary lookings for that Justinfic I started.

Stupid sleepiness.

Grr.

Curious

A long time ago, there was this chick who ran one of the lists I was on and was usually pretty freaking dour. Then, boom. One day, she was all perky and uplifted and excited about everything for like, days, and it was--well. Creepy. Not in a bad way, just in a 'aren't you supposed to be snapping at people for no reason' way, and she talked about finding Oz the way other people talk about finding personal salvation. It took me about three months to figure out exactly what she meant.

Does everyone get that when they stumble violently across another fandom that they just click with? I remember my utter joy in finding into X-Men, the near-ecstacy of Smallville, literally falling across QaF panting, and well. You know, I assumed everyoe got all emotional, but. Now I just wonder if I'm weird.
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