Lessons

ETA: It occurs to me that I've been rather demanding and ungrateful lately to my flist, insisting upon entertainment while not providing much in kind. Little fannish squee, speculation or sustenance, and I do promise to remedy that. I'm actively watching things that the lot of you have recommended, reading and listening and thinking, and I also owe at least three more drabbles. So rest assured, that in addition to the bitchy, hoydenesque demands, I'm ready to reciprocate when I get my mind right, boss:)

ETA 2: Look, here's me being helpful in the plea for entertainment:)

By this age I should have learned that:

- I have curly hair and should make the sections of hair smaller if I'm going to streak them Crayola red. It's not as scary as last time, but it does prompt the need to reintroduce the PK hair model. This is not necessarily a bad thing.

- I tend to filter information. I need to write down the dates and times of parental visits when they are given as opposed to nodding and saying uh huh and assuming said parent will remind me of the visit when it draws nearer.

- I have no willpower. I managed to remain unspoiled for 95% of Farscape and always regretted spoiling myself, so I know to not read things that are spoiler cut, things that are specifically labeled "Spoilers do not read if you do not want to know." And yet, I spoiled myself for Serenity thinking it wouldn't make much of a difference, and now I desperately wish I could erase my brain.

I stayed up until 2 a.m. watching Veronica Mars and then couldn't sleep. When I finally did sleep, I had weird dreams weaving the plot for Citrine together with the VM episodes. This is not as full of the pretty and shiny as it sounds. Mostly, it was bloody.

It's grey and rainy here today and I'm working - unsuccesfully - with FileMaker. So why don't you people write me something fun:) It could be a round robin, could be a fairy tale, could be a crossover - and you could start with suelac's WW/FS crossover here:) See, I'm even lining up options for you people, none of whom have to go to work or anything:) Hee.

I'm in a playful mood today, despite the rain, and my financial woes and the FileMaker. And I hope all of you Mom's had a lovely Mother's Day and the rest of you had equally lovely weekends.

I did not get to Amoeba, which was ultimately a good thing. See willpower statement above. But I did get a Kathleen Edwards CD from and I enjoyed it very much, so there was even new music this weekend.

I'm hoping that I will be productive today, and I'm also hoping that Kath will write her article on BSG because we started talking about it on the phone, and it's a conversation that I want to finish. It was curtailed by the fact that I needed to wash the dye out of my hair so it wouldn't fall out in chunks!

Finding my own fun

Not to be confused with self-gratification, which can't be done at work.

Stolen from crankygrrl, and yes, I have done variations on this meme before, but much like MASH when we were prepubescent and Truth or Dare, discussing who you'd sleep with given the right circumstances (those being just as mythical as 12 and 13 year old girl crushes so therefore justifiable) never gets old :

( The Gettin' It On With the Virtual Crowd Meme )

This article, via Media Bistro, We Don't Need No Regulation on the self-regulating of bloggers is interesting in that it mirrors much of the same self-regulation that goes on through LJ related fandom, or at least I think it does.

Kath is annoyed with BSG, and thus reluctant to speculate further on her article, but I would like to talk about the idea that BSG is so succesful as Scifi because it isn't science fiction. I need to formulate some actual, concrete examples, though.

Yes, I'm Writing my Article. No really.

Dude, meeting of the genre shows!! Bobby Crichton was in a movie with Anya! (Yeah, we're watching Darkness Falls on FX while I write and M. reads The Stand). I hear a voice on the TV that sounds familiar, look up and have to shake myself into context, wondering why the hell I know that kid on the TV and lo and behold, it's Bobby! So, you know, I don't actually know him, but you know what I mean.

Hee.

You'd also think that after 30 years of excessive horror movie intake, I'd get less scared by the horror movie foleys. But, really, not so much!