NaNoWriMo starts today, and so far I've done nothing but watch the UF/Georgia game and dick about on the internet.  So.  I have two thousand words to write, now.  Whee.

Also, Samantha reminded me of that political axis test, which I hadn't taken in a long time.  Took it again to see how I'd changed (though I can't remember quite where I had been), ( Read more... )

Since, apparently, the only thing I'm good for on the internet is compiling a list of books, here's another ( Read more... )

So I'm adding One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest to the Books You Have to Read, but then everyone probably knew that.  Just got to it myself, and then only for a class.  You should probably watch Burn After Reading.  If you're human, anyway, which is to say, if you enjoy the Coen Brothers.  If you don't, then there's nothing that I or anyone else can ( Read more... )

I'm been picking up a strange frequency from the slipstream of late, buzzing somewhere between the hollywood gossip and the personal beauty tips.  It insists that, hey, reading trash books is worth it when you can't find good ones, right?  There just isn't enough good literature out there ( Read more... )

Colored lights.  Fanfare.  Cheering.  I'm on LiveJournal.  Whee ( Read more... )