LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW I'M A BAD BLOGGER

AND A WORSE LJ FRIEND

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR LIVES. STAT.

Oh my gosh. Smoking's allowed only 20ft from the building for REASONS. One of them involves none of us wanting to die in a mulch fire at 2am.

(Sorry I've been away. It apparently takes having my door knocked on in the wee hours of the morning so I can watch my residents fight a fire to get me back on the internet.)

ETA: And I have smoke in my throat, apparently, which is totally cool.

In the course of exorcising my room of the past nineteen years of my life, I keep running into these bits of paper with incomprehensible beginnings of thoughts written on them.

This most recent one I have to assume was written during my stint at Walgreens last summer, apparently in a rare instance of having actual lined paper - more usually I'd find, weeks later, the crumpled rainchecks I oft stuffed absently into my back pocket for writing on the backs of, in case, in the hours of standing behind the register, the urge to write heartrending prose about bandom boys struck me. You know, as one does.

Mostly the last line of this particular scribble amuses me, so I'm of course moved to share it, unpolished as it is. I think I'm more notably entertained by this one because I have utterly no memory of it. Someone may well have perfectly reproduced my handwriting and deviously secreted this snippet in my room and I'd be none the wiser. Scoundrel! It is, as far as I can tell, about three completely made up characters, further evidencing that it cannot be of my own brain. Read on:

"You're a bastard," she said frankly.

"Wait, we're married and I'm the greatest thing ever, and then you have a new guy and suddenly I'm the bastard?"

"You always were," she sighed. "But now you're incorporeal and have no money."

Thomas had to concede internally - if he still had innards, anyway - this was a fair point. It hardly mattered what you said to your husband's face when you were his widow already, did it?

"She's not a real redhead, you know," he was nevertheless compelled to retaliate with.

Peter shrugged as well as he could with six feet of fake, limber redhead draped about his person.

Thomas resolved to stop letting Peter call him Tommy.

AHAHA WTF

I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF RE-EXPERIENCING GIRL INTERRUPTED JUST NOW AND MISHA COLLINS SHOWS RIGHT THE FUCK UP, TRYING TO MACK ON WINONA RYDER AND TALKING ABOUT PURPLE PEOPLE.

Besttt.

Hey, if anyone on my lovely flist could hook up my right-hand-lady statictv, that'd be super cool!

"I'M LOOKING FOR SOME HQ (Or high res) PICTURES OF DAVID AS THE DOCTOR.

I'm going to make a poster on Zazzle for my dorm room and to make a somwhat large picture I need some nicer quality pictures. Preferably not the ones of him that are super shopped and released as posters already."

I want to make some kind of bigger IS better joke. You know, if I weren't so classy.

Ahahaha. Ladies, I present to you: "The Va J-J Visor."

I love the world.

The amount of GUH in this is unfathomable to me. It got nominated for best pop video by MTV, so go vote, because it's an insanulously fun vid. ♥

Oh, you guys, you guys, it's them! This is adorbs, and a must-watch. No SPN spoilers, just utter preciousness and fake explosions.

From the sex icons that brought you Ghostfacers.com...

"Decemberists Debut New Tunes At 50th Newport Folk Festival"
"Down By The Sea" & "A Mining Song"

I totally have a crush on Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron's hypothetical daughter.

From my roommate, via facebook:

Zoë: gahk lisa i'm aging without you
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I'd marry this girl if she'd have me.

HP6 last night!

Afterward the lot was so jammed that we just stood around yelling about Dumbledore and blasting "Thriller" so we could demand that backinblackk dance along until all the cars were gone.

My thoughts: FAR BEYOND MY EXPECTATIONS. FAR. FAR. BEYOND. In terms of quality, this movie is to the rest of the movies as Torchwood: Children of Earth was to all the rest of Torchwood. If Children of Earth was lying next to me smugly smoking a cigarette, Half Blood Prince is standing next to me ON THE ALTAR sliding a wedding ring onto my finger. I want to have its babies. The HP films have been pretty good at deliberately inserting humor, especially OotP, but unlike the other movies, in HBP the intentional humor actually was > unintentional (..."I will attempt to penetrate your mind"?) by a huge margin. Good job, movie! And also: Legitimately scary. Legitimately FUCKING TERRIFYING, MORE LIKE.

I will assume lots of you have seen it by now, so -

your thoughts?

I have this inability to quite conjure up the faces of characters as I read fic, so I often scroll down to have a look at reviewers' icons, which usually pertain to the fandom I'm reading in at the time and help me recall more exactly what they look like.

Unfortunately for me, the face of Bradley James is somehow drastically different from the face of Arthur Pendragon's - by which I mean Bradley's face is completely ridiculous at ALL TIMES. His face is perpetually doing some variation :O or :D or D:< and it's kind of a hilarious buzzkill in the middle of moody Arthur fic.

A friend came over to watch Merlin with me and brought me Jones sodas (green apple :DDD) and a Dunkin Donuts gift card (:DDDDDDD) for my birthday. BEAUTEOUS. Especially since it was so nice out that I was going to suggest that we take the hour before Merlin aired to walk to Dunkin Donuts. This girl knows my soul.

We did take that walk, and stopped by the playground on the way back because she'd been extolling its virtues, having spent the half hour before she walked to my house chilling out on the swings. We discovered this AMAZING eight year old who my friend had briefly spoken to on her earlier visit. She was named Jane and showed us up every time we attempted (and failed) any sort of playground activity - mostly anything involving the monkey bars. I plummeted to the ground for a third time and she was like, "I can do that," and we were like YES WE KNOW, but she'd proceed to do so anyway and then laugh in our faces. Also, claimed she could speak French.

She hung upside-down on the bars from her knees at one point - because we could not - but of course before doing so, tucked in her shirt because she didn't want to "show everybody the merchandise." THE MERCHANDISE.

TORCHWOOD: A BRIEF REACTION

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I am so tired of Starbuck, you have no IDEAAA.

Also, haha, phallic inhibitors. I'm twelve.

God, guys, remember when Supernatural was scary? (Or was that just me?) I'm listening to the season one score and just the music is TERRIFYING to me. I've been sitting around all day and still my heart is ready to drop. Okay, mostly it is screechy noises getting faster and faster. Maybe I'm just easy. In any case, anybody want it? It's just the score, not the rock songs and things that they sometimes play.

When I finish watching Battlestar (which, by the way, has the most EPIC and BEAUTIFUL score I have ever experienced in a show, for real. they are not fucking around. there are bagpipes and drums and opera shit going down here, ORCHESTRAS and pianos and aaaah), I was going to watch Xena: Warrior Princess for the first time, but I think I might have to hold off on that just to rewatch Supernatural S1. I've never even seen Bugs before, actually, and I have the DVDs now, so - commentary! I love me some behind-the-scenes.

(Which reminds me. WERE I to, hypothetically...buy the first season of Merlin. Would I need that international DVD player action?)

I'm watching Merlin on NBC! And it's The Poisoned Chalice! Best episode. :D I'm sort of ridiculously giddy seeing it on the larger-than-my-laptop screen. It's a little embarrassing, especially since instead of being in my lair statictv and backinblackk are here to witness my flailing. But they are my designated fandom wingwomen, so it could be worse.

Oh, so my friend Facebooked me with "Just saw a tv series called Merlin and i recal that you have been talking to people about it. So is it a good show?"

Big mistake.

I extolled on Merlin's virtues for six paragraphs, approximately five paragraphs longer than any Facebook message has a right to be. It is recreated here for your amusement, and maybe in hopes that anyone here who hasn't watched Merlin...might?

( Me embarrassing myself further. )

I finished season one of Battlestar Galactica thanks to my friend showing me the miniseries over the weekend.

It's a little grim for my tastes. I don't mind dark, but grim is only cool for me up to a certain point; as the season progressed levity all but disappeared unless Gaius and his crazy were onscreen to bring me some much-needed and unadulterated DELIGHT (LOL GAIUS NEVER BE SANE PLZ), and even that diminished toward the end. I'm more for the see-saw between wacky hijinks and life-or-death angst that Doctor Who or Supernatural try for. But the mystical aspect and the awesomeness of the Cylons are keeping me going. (Also: President Laura Roslin's fantasticness. She is the light of my life. I WILL GET DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND PROPOSE. I'm fond of her, in other words. And okay, Tigh and Adama are pretty cool dudes as well.)

I posted a stupid-long comment on Facebook about my reaction to this show, so a lot of the following is just a repost of that, expanded.

( Spoilers for season 1 of BSG only. )

Oh, those Cylons. So adorbs.