Walked home the skeezier way, down a tree-lined street rich in hookers and desperation. And you know, I didn't think there was much that could surprise me about the neighbourhood. Except.

Dude walking down the street with two fishing poles.

I mean, what?

I have given in and given up, and got a cell phone. A smart phone! Because if I'm hauling a piece of crap around, it better help me organize shit. The final straw was having to set up an interview from a payphone at work yesterday. That's just not going to work - last year I could make calls from my office. This year, from the desk-in-the-round, ( Read more... )

1. Stupid puffy face and toothache, related
2. Final exam finished
3. Extension for final projects
4. Probably will pass this final piece of crap required class that hasn't been offered in the evening for three years!
5. Last day of steroids tomorrow. Please god let me have my brain back.

Patrick Stump, I did not need your distractions this morning. I'm supposed to be finishing a late assignment and prepping for a final and surviving this bloody dental pain.

But! Patrick has discovered that he's a synaesthete - welcome to the pack, sweetie :)

And while managing to copy an entire sentence about neurology from Wikipedia, he also ( Read more... )

I might have mentioned that I blasted through the entire Aubrey/Maturin series (the 20 novels that spawned the Master and Commander movie) during my semester break?

I loved the books - but they made me realize how incredibly ignorant I am of the basic European Imperialism/Exploration Time Period. So I went looking for non-fiction, and found The ( Read more... )

Not that I don't love SGA, but...

I could almost think that the writers did a decent job of John/Teyla/pregnancy this time around, except that we're back to the same old shit of bringing something about in a way that gives them conflict. Which, hey, they're screenwriters.

But thinking this through from Teyla's experience... let's be serious. Team ( Read more... )

Have started the new (to me) O'Brian novel. Am hugely amused.

-Stephen watches Jack's house through his spyglass, sees Jack looking sad. Runs downhill to Jack's house.
-Stephen finds Jack playing with his (Jack's) telescope. Facing away, bent over, ass filling the door to the little observatory. Stephen notes that Jack's ass has not lost any weight ( Read more... )

Damn, people. Why can't Nascar fans be more into slash?

Look at this - this is from a Sports Illustrated story on Chad Knaus (crew chief for Jimmie Johnson, who just won his second straight championship):
"When Rick put those two guys together, it was like [Spencer] Tracy and [Katherine] Hepburn," said attorney Allan Miller, who specializes in ( Read more... )

My heat is working again! After five weeks! In northern Alberta!

Truly, it is a miracle.

ETA: Or, not. Dammit.

Auntie emailed this morning about a free screening of A Touch of Pink tonight, so of course we had to go! But I kept feeling like I needed to warn her. ("It's, um, really quite adorable." "Oh, good." "No, I mean, like, whimsical." "That's fine." "No, it's *really* cute.")

Because I adored Touch of Pink, but... it's *really* cute. And has, like, Cary ( Read more... )