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State of Thea Checklist
Mar. 19th, 2006 10:38 pm- Draft 1 of Remix done. Yes, my Remix is approximately 40 times as long as the original fic. It is in the hands of a delightfully able beta. Whoo Hooo!
-Still deaf.
- Still cranky, especially after reading that this sort of ear infection can get into one's brain!! I mean technically I know my brain is in there, that it's close to my ear canal and sinus passages and that it makes sense that things could infect the brain, but really, that concept is just kinda gross.
- Abandoned Riddlemaster trilogy in favor of a re-read of Busman's Honeymoon. Acceptable because of the deafness and general miserableness.
- M. did all of the dishes with an electric scrubby brush he bought at Ralph's. There is nothing about this that isn't funny. It looks like a vibrator with a spinning scrubby thing at the end and it sounds just like a vibrator and it's nearly impossible not to think, "Dude, I'm doing the dishes with a vibrator." and even better, "OMG, M. is doing our dishes with a vibrator." That makes up for a multitude of his sins.
- Tried desperately to stay up and watch the first two eps of Doctor Who, but crashed during The End of the World, which is okay because I've seen it already, and am already in love. I will say to those doubting, those who are new to Who, that the commercials are distracting and taping and fast forwarding or TiVoing is adviseable. I will also suggest that the love really starts in the next few episodes, although I really like The End of the World. And, honestly, I think I fell in love the very first time the Doctor says "FanTAStic." But I'm easy like that.
This could and should probably lead to a post on why Doctor Who works for me on a fannish level when BSG really doesn't, but the answer is so painfully easy. It's the absolute joyousness of the endeavor. The snark, and the way it turns from hilariously bad to perfectly delivered pathos with this black, brilliant, wacky vision of humanity. Who loves humanity, believes in it in all it's fallacies and absurdities, and BSG, well, it fails to celebrate what's so delightfully absurd and saveable about humanity.
Okay, I started this post last night and got distracted.
Remix was done, sent to beta, returned from beta, and now, post-bath, I finally figured out the theme. And really, I've sort of totally said fuck it to the original concept, although not exactly, but all of a sudden I understand the theme and I both love and hate that it happened.
I had a minor freakout in Rite Aid. I've been mostly deaf since Monday, and it just...knocked into me like a Pacific wave tonight. I was sitting in a restaurant for a client meeting, and it was too loud, and I felt lousy and I couldn't hear, and I'd finally eaten a normal amount (and figured out why I've not had an appetite. Sudafed=pseudoephadrine=appetite suppresant=speed) and my stomach hurt and I just wanted to cry. I couldn't get up and leave and it was just far too much to deal with at the moment. So when I finally got in the car, I drove to Rite Aid and harassed the pharmacist who told me to just take more Sudafed and then I did start to cry, which was embarrassing because who cries in Rite Aid over Sudafed. Especially the six different types of Sudafed that I hauled up to the counter to demand of the pharmacist which would be the most effective.
Despite all of that, I took three Sudafed, am watching Grey's Anatomy and life is not so bad.
-Still deaf.
- Still cranky, especially after reading that this sort of ear infection can get into one's brain!! I mean technically I know my brain is in there, that it's close to my ear canal and sinus passages and that it makes sense that things could infect the brain, but really, that concept is just kinda gross.
- Abandoned Riddlemaster trilogy in favor of a re-read of Busman's Honeymoon. Acceptable because of the deafness and general miserableness.
- M. did all of the dishes with an electric scrubby brush he bought at Ralph's. There is nothing about this that isn't funny. It looks like a vibrator with a spinning scrubby thing at the end and it sounds just like a vibrator and it's nearly impossible not to think, "Dude, I'm doing the dishes with a vibrator." and even better, "OMG, M. is doing our dishes with a vibrator." That makes up for a multitude of his sins.
- Tried desperately to stay up and watch the first two eps of Doctor Who, but crashed during The End of the World, which is okay because I've seen it already, and am already in love. I will say to those doubting, those who are new to Who, that the commercials are distracting and taping and fast forwarding or TiVoing is adviseable. I will also suggest that the love really starts in the next few episodes, although I really like The End of the World. And, honestly, I think I fell in love the very first time the Doctor says "FanTAStic." But I'm easy like that.
This could and should probably lead to a post on why Doctor Who works for me on a fannish level when BSG really doesn't, but the answer is so painfully easy. It's the absolute joyousness of the endeavor. The snark, and the way it turns from hilariously bad to perfectly delivered pathos with this black, brilliant, wacky vision of humanity. Who loves humanity, believes in it in all it's fallacies and absurdities, and BSG, well, it fails to celebrate what's so delightfully absurd and saveable about humanity.
Okay, I started this post last night and got distracted.
Remix was done, sent to beta, returned from beta, and now, post-bath, I finally figured out the theme. And really, I've sort of totally said fuck it to the original concept, although not exactly, but all of a sudden I understand the theme and I both love and hate that it happened.
I had a minor freakout in Rite Aid. I've been mostly deaf since Monday, and it just...knocked into me like a Pacific wave tonight. I was sitting in a restaurant for a client meeting, and it was too loud, and I felt lousy and I couldn't hear, and I'd finally eaten a normal amount (and figured out why I've not had an appetite. Sudafed=pseudoephadrine=appetite suppresant=speed) and my stomach hurt and I just wanted to cry. I couldn't get up and leave and it was just far too much to deal with at the moment. So when I finally got in the car, I drove to Rite Aid and harassed the pharmacist who told me to just take more Sudafed and then I did start to cry, which was embarrassing because who cries in Rite Aid over Sudafed. Especially the six different types of Sudafed that I hauled up to the counter to demand of the pharmacist which would be the most effective.
Despite all of that, I took three Sudafed, am watching Grey's Anatomy and life is not so bad.
