If I'm Gonna Be a Space Cadet, I'd Rather Be in Space

First of all, I've missed many a birthday, not the least of which were the natal days of both haphazardmethod and cofax7. Ladies, I hope the coming year brings everything you wish for and deserve!

And if you'd like an insta-drabble as a prezzie, name your poison. Which reminds me that I still owe iamsab a Fry/Leela drabble.

And to whomever else I missed the birthday of (there's something funky in the construction of that sentence but I hesitate to guess what), HAPPY BIRTHDAY and swing on by for a drabble if you'd like. I make no promises in regards to time, but the will and intent are totally there.

Crocheting goes on apace. Finished my dad's afghan, finished my mom's scarf and started on the arm warmers which do not match the yarn I pulled out to construct them with. They'll be a prototype, I guess. Found a fantastic yarn store near my house - Black Sheep Knitting - which sells extremely pricey yarn. I oohed and ahhhed and came home with four tiny skeins of mohair and acrylic at $8 a pop because no matter how beautiful the $40 a skein yarn is, anything I make from it will still look like I made it and that's a lot to pay for that privilege.

Once upon a time, I had deep meta thoughts about SOMETHING. Fact is, I'm too tired and strung out to have even regular thoughts about much. I remember driving down Sunset, wanting to post about the value of education - particularly a classical liberal arts education and why I think everyone deserves one, but aside from college good, ignorance bad, I don't remember where I was going with it. Perhaps I was just riled up by the idea that people keep pressing that knowledge and education for the sake of making you a more rounded individual is no longer worthwhile. And I was left with the feeling that yes, I do think I am "better" for having this body of knowledge, this perspective on people and place and history and culture and language. I do think it makes me more someone I value than someone who lacks this, and while it's definitely a type of absurb snobbery, I've realized that it's not the formalized education that I value (well it is, I very much value my formal and pricey education), it's the seeking of knowledge. I don't care much for people who don't seek to increase the scope of their universe, however they do it.

Once upon a time, I also might have had thoughts on "Earl", or "Heroes", which were the only two things I managed to watch last week, but they were fleeting and joyful and not at all deep. Except to say that Earl is doing excellent continuity, and dude, who knew?

Huh, Look At Me, Spamming the Internets

I've got a low grade headache that could be allergies, and is probably mostly sleeping in the restaurant glue of sweat and glitter that is the inevitable result of dancing my ass off on a Tuesday night when everyone in the Valley decides to have a party in Morrocoland.

Fair warning - one should not go to sleep with glitter on. No amount of next day washing will be sufficient to getting it off.

Due to the whole broke and semi-desperate thing wherein I cut my own hair, and that didn't work out too badly during the initial run, I am now suffering the pangs of what happens when one's own handiwork grows out. My bangs, they are an adventure playground. (I always say this, and then realize that not everyone I know was with me on that trip to Rome when we stumbled into this crazy garden near the Villa Farnese that featured a sign requesting that no one move the banches and that the park was not an adventure playground). My bangs look like a five year old had at 'em and I'm seriously contemplating selling my X-Files S4 DVD set and my Aliens boxset to finance a haircut and scalp massage from my beloved stylist. I am willing to endure his mockery of both my self-service and the fascinating color my hair has currently turned.

For those wondering, when one has red hair and one puts an almost black temporary color on it, temporary is definitely a misnomer.

I'm also in the pre-holiday daze enough that I can't commit to anything writing wise, even stuff I've outlined and am excited about, nor can I commit to anything new fannishly, so I'm currently ficcing other people's fic in my head to answer the fannish call that zings around my nerves from time to time. I know sophia_helix had a post not too long ago about the things we'll write in our heads that we know we'll never put on paper for anyone to see, and I absolutely do this, and never more so than with beloved stories that feel absolutely true to the characters. I occasionally do this with my own fic, but I also frequently do this with Cofax's "Bellum Interuptum", Max's "In the Company of Ghosts", and currently Fi's "Reflections in a Stolen 'I'". I used to do the same thing with X-Files fic, but don't really do this with any other fandoms (maybe a little bit in SG-1, but mostly I'm just writing fic for stories that I'm still writing:)

So, I know I can't be the only one to do this. Tell me your favorite stories to fic in your head, and where you take the story. I don't mean changing, I just mean dawdling along in that universe. Unless, of course, I am the only one to do this:)