February 1st, 2007

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youtube and me

For some reason known only to higher beings, My Heart Will Go On is stuck in my head. Now granted, this is partially my fault for torturing svmadelyn with a running narrative of it while watching the video on youtube.

I keep--watching Anything for Love, too. It's--*helpless*--seriously, have you seen that video? It's like this really really goth Beauty and the Beast with some slight Dracula undertones and seriously what kind of person goes into a mysterious old house and jumps into the candle-surrounded bathtub? Yet I love it helplessly. I watch it and get all *awww* their love is so invisible and there's a floating couch and I'd totally forgotten that thing in the bed and it's just so pretty and glossy. And it appeals to my inner dramatist. And possibly my inner seventeen year old who first saw that video.

Oh please. Like I'm the only one that goes to watch eighties and nineties videos.

Feeling less grumpy today. Every day I do not feel homicidally inclined towarrd my coworkers, my clients, my family, and my shoes (not to mention Waffles who chewed through my purse strap) is a Good Day.
children of dune - leto 1

stuff

Hmm.

Okay, I'm having one of those days where all the clients who call ask reasonable questions I can answer, no one uses unlikely profanity, and there's a very good chance that I won't speculate that the general intelligence of the population is on a downswing. Well, mostly. I have my doubts regarding certain metropolises and the entirety of the federal agency controlling Medicare. But still.

Huh. So this is what a good day is like.

I should mark this on a calendar somewhere. It's very--weird.

Also, our staff meeting today was funny. Possibly because there was sharing of the naked flashing home visit client and how it a lottery system decided who had to go.

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Recs

14valentines got off to a seriously energetic start, with this post from rageprufrock

I wrote, last year today, about women like the burst-open lips of figs, about how women have worn their history as odalisks and sacrifices and mothers and daughters and victims like jewelry -- I wrote about how despite all of this, we sometimes forget how far we have come, and more importantly how far we have yet to go.

And to add in, her first fic offering:

Bang, in which John is not a battered woman. Really.

Seriously. Lots of fic, images, and ideas in there. Check it out.