January 18th, 2007

children of dune - leto 1

snow: the aftermath

Of equal creepiness is ice falling from trees when one goes innocently outside to get into the car. There are piles of ice here, people. And like, sliding off of cars as they zoom zoom zoom down the interstate, or the neighborhood, whatever.

OTOH, it is amazingly awesome to see icicles hanging off roofs and mailboxes and garden trolls and the like. It's like Christmas is on TV! Just wetter and more dangerous, since like I said ice falling from trees, hazardous and let me just say, freaky as shit.

At work. Being productive. Okay, that's funny, mostly I'm listening to people bitch and giving them advice they already knew. Is this how an advice columnist feels? You look upon your readers--or in my case, callers--and just lose respect for the entire human race, because honestly, some of this stuff is kind of intuitive. Perhaps even what one might say fairly obvious.

It's fairly surreal, in all honestly, as half of us still couldn't come in until ten since AISD didn't open until ten. Which is fine, more lounging time. Somehow, lounging time becomes premium when one is on a schedule.

Yes, I'm bored, but in a way that brings me money and occasionally really awful jokes that really only make sense to other employees.

meme! lemmming! bunnies!

Gakked from--Jesus, my entire flist, but most specifically from wickedwords as she is the one my eyes didn't slide by.

The 'Tell Me What to Create' AnonyMeme!

The rules are simple. You comment with your username, and people can tell you what they want to see you write. Or draw, or vid, or icon, whatever. Despite the name, they don't have to do it anonymously, though of course they certainly can. You then go through the comments and if you see that person who you've always wanted to write a Green Arrow AU set in the Terror, where Ollie is a Scarlet Pimpernel-esque figure, smuggling people out of Paris, then you tell them that they should write it.

Artists/writers/vidders are under no obligation to actually create these things, of course. But those memes are always fun when they go 'round and, well, I don't know about you, but I have no shame left and am fully willing to call a spade a spade: TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE, PLEASE!

I'm very curious. Er. I can promise at least one or two of the prompts will be answered within a month. Or two. No, a month. Okay. Thirty days.