I am the bestest, bravest LJ friend ever. Make a note of it. I watch Vincent Kartheiser movies so you don’t have to.
The Vincent Kartheiser-a-thon continues with “Heaven Sent” and “Ricky 6”.
I decided to watch “Heaven Sent” first. I figured if Heaven Sent was as bad as I’d heard, then “Ricky 6” (which I’d heard was a scary gore flick) would come across as rather refreshing. Believe me, that was, this wasn’t, and it worked.
Wee! I just wanted to thank graffitiandsara for the amazon discount for the Angel Season 4 DVD!
Of course you realize, Sara, that I’ve had this DVD on pre-order for like, forever, and I had to cancel my pre-order and re-order to get the discount.
But amazon didn’t seem to have any problem with that. So thanks for thinking of me! It adds a bit of warmth to a cold August day!
Snippets of conversation from last night’s on-going L-Word marathon with my friend Ann:
So my marathon see-every-episode-Angel-was-ever-in thing has finally left the world of BtVS and entered AtS.
Back in May, I had the thought of going back and reviewing all the AtS episodes I hadn’t yet reviewed in my LJ, but whoever told me that it would be boring to review old episodes that everyone’s seen long ago was probably right (dherblay?). So I’m just going to give general impressions on what I’ve watched so far, which is everything up to the middle of “Parting Gifts”. In short, all the Doyle episodes and the first appearance of Wesley.
A muse has come to bless my keyboard again with words… no, not my old muse. She’s still in Cuernavaca, the filthy harlot. A new muse… or two. That’s all I’ll say. Don’t want to jinx the flow!
Oh, I just *know* I’m jinxing it by even saying anything!
Muses are just so f*cking high-maintenance and over-sensitive.
*runs*
*hides*
My Chicago Gathering pics are up! I’ve also added them to the Existential Scoobies site along with the ones ann1962 already gratiously supplied (look for the ones with the .jpg suffix).
I’m a bit befuddled this week, trying to recover from my whirl-wind vacation to Chicago, Lincoln, and Denver. I have a mazillion things to do, and I don’t want to do any of them because I’m tired. I keep saying, “Eh, I’ll do that when I get back from Santa Cruz”, where I’m going camping this weekend. Four days of sun, hiking, bookstore shopping, and NO internet access.
I may go into severe jittery mania without internet access.
Anyway, it’s amazing what you can do when you’re trying to procrastinate something else. I need to clean my condo in a major way because the masqMom is going to be spending a few nights here next week, and I need to do the laundry from Chic-Denver, and there’s yet more packing to do and suddenly, I’m highly motivated to write copious posts at the community and I even started that essay on Connor and Personal Identity for ros_fod‘s site.
Anyway, don’t expect a peep from me from Saturday through Tuesday afternoon.
You know, there was a time when I used to get excited about every space shuttle launching, every space probe whizzing past planets, every eclipse. I remember one summer in grad school I was working for the State of CA and there was a partial eclipse that day and I made a point of going out on the office patio and squinting up at the sun just to see if I could see the little bite the moon had taken out of it.
I remember walking out to the patio, passing all the worker bees in their Dilbert cubes thinking, “This is a major event! Look at you people, so intent in your work like that’s somehow of any importance at all compared to this!” Uninspired drones.
And then somewhere along the way, I stopped paying attention to any of that stuff, too. Maybe it just became so commonplace. Maybe the opposite–maybe there wasn’t enough exciting astronomical events out there and I gave up hoping for it. Or maybe it’s just, in the past few years, I’ve been less into the sci-fi and wanting to see it become real, and more into the fantasy/horror genres. Who knows?
Lately, though, there has been a flurry of new!fun!space news. Privately funded space ships. Probes whizzing past Saturn’s rings. I may yet become again the girl who stayed up all night watching the latest fuzzy images of the planet Neptune.
Oh and that meme thing…. which says I’m apparently a wimp lurking in the shadows.
She left me. *sob*! She packed up and moved to Cuernavaca!
My muse got all offended when I took a break from fiction writing back in April to work on my Angel episode analyses and it’s been two months now and…
I.Can’t.Write!!!
Oh, I can write LJ entries and comments, and I managed in extremely painful fashion to put together a wretchedly pathetic personal ad, but fiction is escaping me. I can’t work on my novel for longer than 15 minutes before I abandon it. And the little femslash pr0n I’ve been trying to write for the cracktrailer is just the uber!suck, and not in the fun way. And here I thought it would be just the thing to provide me some frothy, no-stress wordsmithing. And entertainment.
I’m hoping the Season 6 fic will kick me into gear, ’cause summer is always my writing marathon season, and this year… *sob*!!
Plus, I have a pulled muscle or something in my shoulder that gives me stabbing pains every time I take a deep breath. I hate that! I think I slept on it wrong.
Tossing and turning and pining for my lost muse….
Please, can any one think of something that will inspire me??
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