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Move:
Went surprisingly well. I was out three full days ahead of time, and excepting a mishap where I threw away my mp3 player, cell headphone, and two chargers, there was no horrible chaos or distress.
Heroes:
Plotty:
Mohinder's heroic weakness appears to be diarrhea-mouth. Please stop blabbing to the girl you've just met about stuff that GOT YOUR DAD KILLED, doof. Haven't you seen this movie?
Hiro's wee broken heart makes me whimper. He should not look sad! He should be carrying fluffy pink things into the bathroom with his boyfriend because that's how they roll!
Okay, I gather that Niki's not wise in the ways of the world, and her alter ego seems pretty selfish, but...it seems like there'd be some King Solomon factor going on at this point in her choices regarding her son. If I knew I was either psychotic, possessed, or a superpowered assassin of some sort, I would be horrified at the idea of waking up to my son's ripped-apart body. I wouldn't want to bet his life on the continued benevolence of my other personality--or the people she's pissed off, for that matter. I hope I'd have the sense to find somewhere to PUT the kid until I knew what was going on.
It's a shame that DL's as much of a danger magnet as she is, because (criminal past aside) he seems like a sweetheart and it's clear he looks great naked loves Micah.
Peter/Isaac ALL THE WAY. It's...I wish I could put my finger on the factor that makes something fucking EXPLODE with chemistry and tension, but they have it. It actually makes both of them attractive to me, which is weird because neither is my type.
So...bets on Zach (Claire's cinematic best buddy) being gay? I have nothing to support it, except the exchange where she asks if he's flirting with her and he says instantly, "Believe me, I'm not" followed by "So, are you going to come out to your parents?" It seems as if the writers might've wanted to point toward that conclusion.
Or, y'know, not.
Shallow:
Claire is fucking adorable, but pulled off a what-not-to-wear hat trick with that cardigan-and-clamdiggers ensemble. Dear Lord.
Mohinder, which I just typed "Hohinder", and wouldn't THAT make an AU, is still the prettiest.
Isaac and Peter=OTP. They make each other pretty!
This ep severely lacked Nathan with his shirt off.
Do you think we'll get to see hollow-him-out man with his shirt off?
Why does no one have a clothing-dissolving power?
Supernatural:
Haven't watched. Am dreading Jo not because she's a girl, or because I feel no chemistry between her and Dean, but because Kripke and the writers have turned Jensen's perfect crystal tear of emo into a franchise and I do NOT want to see wtf horrible, OOC, plot-derailing, humorless shit comes of a doomed love story CW-style. I HOPE I'M WRONG.
Dreamscape:
I had an awesome Homicide dream two nights ago, one that had potential for a SPN crossover, but my subconscious, in a voice like God Almighty, interrupted it to ask me WHICH CHARACTER I WOULD MOST LIKE TO FUCK. To which I of course said Frank, and then the voice of God reminded me how type A Frank was and that I hate the smell of smoke and I'd always be worried about him getting shot in the head and that we'd be fighting constantly. And then I reminded the voice that It had not asked if I wanted to marry Frank, just who I wanted to FUCK, and the truth was that I'd kind of rather just watch Frank from a distance with my tongue hanging out. And in the ensuing internal debate, I lost the plot thread. Which sucks because it involved Bayliss and an original character and it was SO COOL.
Reading:
I've been rereading the works of an author I now admire and enjoy greatly (name omitted), and...uh, it's making me wonder how much great stuff I miss now that I'm more discerning, because her first fic, my gateway into the fandom? WAS REALLY REALLY BAD. It's so bad that I've had to do a find-replace on about twenty phrases that drive me insane just to get through it. And she ended up being awesome!
Now I'm wondering if all the overdramatic adverb-abusing borderline-badfic authors turn out to be incredibly talented if only you stick by them, except I don't think I have that kind of fortitude anymore.
Internet:
Here's where it gets interesting. Where interesting is a synonym for oh fuck.
The cable guy came today. (Yes, he was supposed to call first. Yes, he didn't. Yes, I was naked in the middle of the kitchen with a towel over my head. Yes, he was kind of hot. Yes, I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Bygones.)
Apparently the only room in the house where I can fit my gigantic computer desk (other than the living room, which...no) is the only room in the house that I can't get cable run. It's surrounded by brick and very steep roofs over which they can't place ladders. So it's hideous black-or-tan CAT-5 strung through the entire house, or wireless.
I have cards for both my computer and the laptop, and a wireless modem isn't prohibitively priced, though I might not be able to afford it for a few days. Here's my questions for you tech types:
1) Do I need anything else to set up a wireless network except a wireless card and a modem?
2) Would anyone be willing to get on the phone with me once I have the equipment and walk me through setting up the network? I've seen it done (years ago) but I haven't the foggiest how to replicate the process.*
*The prize for the one who helps me with number two is a fic of at least a thousand words. I will write you ANYTHING you desire, even that dreaded three-letter abbreviation where penises and vaginas meet, to have working wireless internet. First tech-savvy person to not only offer, but to call and talk me through a successful setup wins! And, um, if it doesn't work through no fault of either of ours or due to my own dumbness, the consolation prize is a fic of at least five hundred words. Which will probably end up being a thousand words anyway.
Went surprisingly well. I was out three full days ahead of time, and excepting a mishap where I threw away my mp3 player, cell headphone, and two chargers, there was no horrible chaos or distress.
Heroes:
Plotty:
Mohinder's heroic weakness appears to be diarrhea-mouth. Please stop blabbing to the girl you've just met about stuff that GOT YOUR DAD KILLED, doof. Haven't you seen this movie?
Hiro's wee broken heart makes me whimper. He should not look sad! He should be carrying fluffy pink things into the bathroom with his boyfriend because that's how they roll!
Okay, I gather that Niki's not wise in the ways of the world, and her alter ego seems pretty selfish, but...it seems like there'd be some King Solomon factor going on at this point in her choices regarding her son. If I knew I was either psychotic, possessed, or a superpowered assassin of some sort, I would be horrified at the idea of waking up to my son's ripped-apart body. I wouldn't want to bet his life on the continued benevolence of my other personality--or the people she's pissed off, for that matter. I hope I'd have the sense to find somewhere to PUT the kid until I knew what was going on.
It's a shame that DL's as much of a danger magnet as she is, because (criminal past aside) he seems like a sweetheart and it's clear he looks great naked loves Micah.
Peter/Isaac ALL THE WAY. It's...I wish I could put my finger on the factor that makes something fucking EXPLODE with chemistry and tension, but they have it. It actually makes both of them attractive to me, which is weird because neither is my type.
So...bets on Zach (Claire's cinematic best buddy) being gay? I have nothing to support it, except the exchange where she asks if he's flirting with her and he says instantly, "Believe me, I'm not" followed by "So, are you going to come out to your parents?" It seems as if the writers might've wanted to point toward that conclusion.
Or, y'know, not.
Shallow:
Claire is fucking adorable, but pulled off a what-not-to-wear hat trick with that cardigan-and-clamdiggers ensemble. Dear Lord.
Mohinder, which I just typed "Hohinder", and wouldn't THAT make an AU, is still the prettiest.
Isaac and Peter=OTP. They make each other pretty!
This ep severely lacked Nathan with his shirt off.
Do you think we'll get to see hollow-him-out man with his shirt off?
Why does no one have a clothing-dissolving power?
Supernatural:
Haven't watched. Am dreading Jo not because she's a girl, or because I feel no chemistry between her and Dean, but because Kripke and the writers have turned Jensen's perfect crystal tear of emo into a franchise and I do NOT want to see wtf horrible, OOC, plot-derailing, humorless shit comes of a doomed love story CW-style. I HOPE I'M WRONG.
Dreamscape:
I had an awesome Homicide dream two nights ago, one that had potential for a SPN crossover, but my subconscious, in a voice like God Almighty, interrupted it to ask me WHICH CHARACTER I WOULD MOST LIKE TO FUCK. To which I of course said Frank, and then the voice of God reminded me how type A Frank was and that I hate the smell of smoke and I'd always be worried about him getting shot in the head and that we'd be fighting constantly. And then I reminded the voice that It had not asked if I wanted to marry Frank, just who I wanted to FUCK, and the truth was that I'd kind of rather just watch Frank from a distance with my tongue hanging out. And in the ensuing internal debate, I lost the plot thread. Which sucks because it involved Bayliss and an original character and it was SO COOL.
Reading:
I've been rereading the works of an author I now admire and enjoy greatly (name omitted), and...uh, it's making me wonder how much great stuff I miss now that I'm more discerning, because her first fic, my gateway into the fandom? WAS REALLY REALLY BAD. It's so bad that I've had to do a find-replace on about twenty phrases that drive me insane just to get through it. And she ended up being awesome!
Now I'm wondering if all the overdramatic adverb-abusing borderline-badfic authors turn out to be incredibly talented if only you stick by them, except I don't think I have that kind of fortitude anymore.
Internet:
Here's where it gets interesting. Where interesting is a synonym for oh fuck.
The cable guy came today. (Yes, he was supposed to call first. Yes, he didn't. Yes, I was naked in the middle of the kitchen with a towel over my head. Yes, he was kind of hot. Yes, I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Bygones.)
Apparently the only room in the house where I can fit my gigantic computer desk (other than the living room, which...no) is the only room in the house that I can't get cable run. It's surrounded by brick and very steep roofs over which they can't place ladders. So it's hideous black-or-tan CAT-5 strung through the entire house, or wireless.
I have cards for both my computer and the laptop, and a wireless modem isn't prohibitively priced, though I might not be able to afford it for a few days. Here's my questions for you tech types:
1) Do I need anything else to set up a wireless network except a wireless card and a modem?
2) Would anyone be willing to get on the phone with me once I have the equipment and walk me through setting up the network? I've seen it done (years ago) but I haven't the foggiest how to replicate the process.*
*The prize for the one who helps me with number two is a fic of at least a thousand words. I will write you ANYTHING you desire, even that dreaded three-letter abbreviation where penises and vaginas meet, to have working wireless internet. First tech-savvy person to not only offer, but to call and talk me through a successful setup wins! And, um, if it doesn't work through no fault of either of ours or due to my own dumbness, the consolation prize is a fic of at least five hundred words. Which will probably end up being a thousand words anyway.