BLACK HOLES BE DAMNED!

Well, I no longer have undeniable proof of the interdimensional portal that's hidden in the floor beneath my desk. :( But I know it's there. It may have spit my favorite watch back out, and thus cause some to doubt its exitence, but I won't be tricked just cause it's become a sneaky little bugger. I'm counting my socks, and when one goes missing in that area of the room (And I have Murphy's Law Of Inescapable Shit Going Down to thank for this foreknowledge), it'll only confirm my theories. One day I expect my whole chair will fall in. I like said chair and am not looking forward to this.

a quote from my commentary

When I read this article [http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=dexfarkin&itemid=25109&view=93973#t93973] about romance in fanfiction that I picked up from someone on my friends' list, I gave a long response.

But this part of it I was really proud of:

"If all you're getting is romances, maybe you're reading the wrong fiction. Don't assume because it has a pairing label that the pairing is the goal. A story might be labeled MSR yet involve nothing more than mild Mulder/Scully flirting while standing outside Skinner's office or occaisional googly-eyd lookes while cutting up a corpse. Meanwhile the rest of the 130K fic is about the the flu-inducing demon released on a helpless Texas public by a mad scientist within the embittered French government after the Europeans decided they also hated Bush Jr. And yet, there was that MSR warning in the title! Scary!"

So...yeah, I was resorting to immaturity a bit there. But I still am immature. I'm not even twenty. So there. :P

A hAppiEr mE THeRe CaNnoT bE.

Several good things just happened.

Anniesj AND wisteria added my journal to their friends lists.

I finally found where 'Waking the Dead' is being posted.

LIMBER UPDATED! 'Base Elements' is back in active ficdom!!!

'Confronting the Sun' was updated.

'Necessary Evils' was updated.

I just discovered the 'His Childe' series and am kicking myself for not reading it before.

You can now buy from the offical Buffy merchandizing people a black mini-T and underwear set with the logo for Spike's name in that wicked cool font hovering in large pointy white letters over one's ...busom and other...areas...

I'm SO putting the pic up for that when I find it again. I think the marketing people are finally starting to understand the way the female fan mind works. In a word: dirt-ily. ^_-;;

BUFFY STARTS IN ONE WEEK! I MUST SEE WHAT SPIKE WILL LOOK LIKE POST-SOUL! I MUST HAVE MORE GILES LINES! I MUST SEE DAWN'S UBER-SHINY HAIR AND BITCH AT ITS SCREAMING UNFAIRNESS!

FIREFLY STARTS IN FOUR DAYS! GO JOSS!

INU-YASHA'S ON THE CARTOON NETWORK! THE ADULT SWIM LINE-UP IS MY OTHER REASON FOR LIVING!

COLLEGE STARTS IN SIX DAYS! YEEEK!

...and I'm about to go make myself a nice leftover bowl of the most fantastic chilli on the planet for lunch. With rice. The poor people who still use hamburger in chiili have never tasted true food-lover's heaven.



Adn lastly, though I don't know what to make of this...

The quiz says my sex toy identity is... (Close your eyes if you're under 13 or for some reason hate the color blue):

I Am The Sex Toy: Hi-Tech Masterpiece: Some say that I was developed in a top secret lab while others say I was developed by aliens for my probing capabilities, but only I know the truth! My mission here on earth is to launch a full out assault on your genitals with my spinning beads, vibrations, and clitoris teaser. My LCD screen keeps you informed, but only with information I want you to have! Mwua-ha-ha! Find out what sex toy you are.

And my romance meter says:

My Romance Meter

Optimist 80% . . 20% Cynic Close 86% . . 14% Distant Long Term 69% . . 31% Brief

What does my romance meter read?

(no subject)

New Quote Completely Out Of Context: "Squirrels never built starships."
_Ender's Game, Orson Scott Card


My Gods in this media-obessed world are:

Baz Lurhman
Joss Whedon
Rumiko Takahashi
Stephen King
e. e. cummings
Dale Chihuly

Without their creations I'd never spend money on anything that's not food ever again. There'd be no point.