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itsallovernowI'm pretty close to useless today - far too much running around chasing after teenagers; too many car adventures; too little ability to focus or sleep.
Sunday afternoon I side-swiped a pole at Jamba Juice and learned an exciting lesson in physics and plastighettocar flexibility. Namely, that dent resistant panels are hella cool, but if you hit them at the wrong angle, they crack like tupperware on the last cycle through the dishwasher.
However, in the category of fate trying to tell you something, when I dragged M. out to look at the damage (I was looking for support in my duct tape and epoxy fixit solution project), I discovered that the oil cap was missing. Apparently, this is an important part of the car (judging by the total freakout M. had over it). So, next morning - under dire warnings of my engine seizing up - I went to Pep Boys to get an oil cap.
This car shit is way past old.
Not much room for fannishness, although I'm trying. We watched, and thoroughly enjoyed, Heroes, but it's not a show I feel any desire to analyze. I just want to watch and enjoy it like the candy that it is. I like the sort of warm, 50's monster movie kind of atmoshpere, the occasional modern moments where violence does resonate and shock, where all these people wanting to save the worlds seems so very sweet. Mostly I want to just like it.
I have not watched the new ep of Rome, too tired and I want to pay attention. I've even dug out my Plutarch again, just because. I miss being a classicist in that I miss having a whole culture to gossip over, to analyze and take apart and sort of adore.
The little bit of fannishness I've been doing is following![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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14valentines entries for fandoms I know. (My guess is I'd probably enjoy anything she wrote, even if it weren't in a fandom I followed. She's got such a great rhythm to her words, to the ways the characters interact and unfold. Even the angst has this sort of warmth and humor that I'm totally unable to achieve in my own work, and so admire in hers).
Particularly fantastic are And If The Answer's No, Can I Change Your Mind? [SG-1, Daniel/Vala + Cam, R]. It's part of a series of stories that I adore in this 'verse about these people coming together and breaking apart and it's warm and lovely and full of basketball which is really about family and loyalty and the kind of wonderful weirdness that is other people and the reasons we love them.
Also, I just giggled like a fiend over this The Towers On The Heights Reach To Heav'n's Own Blue [SG:A/SG-1, Ensemble gen, R] which is mostly SGA, but makes me just like the characters so damn much. I like this 'verse in Min's hands. I like it muchly.
I want to write, a little ficlet about Cam and Vala and snowstorms, but I shouldn't have read Min's stuff first because now it's hard to get out of her 'verse. It seems the natural conclusion.
Also, she's watching Farscape. Just got to Crackers, and it reminded me of a moment when I was in the hospital a few years ago, miserable and freaked out and alone, and flipping through the channels and there was the insanity of too much light and vomit and crazy hair and the gritty, funny darkness that pervaded that ep and somehow it made me feel a lot less alone. A weird sort of sign that I was going to be okay.
Sunday afternoon I side-swiped a pole at Jamba Juice and learned an exciting lesson in physics and plastighettocar flexibility. Namely, that dent resistant panels are hella cool, but if you hit them at the wrong angle, they crack like tupperware on the last cycle through the dishwasher.
However, in the category of fate trying to tell you something, when I dragged M. out to look at the damage (I was looking for support in my duct tape and epoxy fixit solution project), I discovered that the oil cap was missing. Apparently, this is an important part of the car (judging by the total freakout M. had over it). So, next morning - under dire warnings of my engine seizing up - I went to Pep Boys to get an oil cap.
This car shit is way past old.
Not much room for fannishness, although I'm trying. We watched, and thoroughly enjoyed, Heroes, but it's not a show I feel any desire to analyze. I just want to watch and enjoy it like the candy that it is. I like the sort of warm, 50's monster movie kind of atmoshpere, the occasional modern moments where violence does resonate and shock, where all these people wanting to save the worlds seems so very sweet. Mostly I want to just like it.
I have not watched the new ep of Rome, too tired and I want to pay attention. I've even dug out my Plutarch again, just because. I miss being a classicist in that I miss having a whole culture to gossip over, to analyze and take apart and sort of adore.
The little bit of fannishness I've been doing is following
minervacat's 14valentines entries for fandoms I know. (My guess is I'd probably enjoy anything she wrote, even if it weren't in a fandom I followed. She's got such a great rhythm to her words, to the ways the characters interact and unfold. Even the angst has this sort of warmth and humor that I'm totally unable to achieve in my own work, and so admire in hers).Particularly fantastic are And If The Answer's No, Can I Change Your Mind? [SG-1, Daniel/Vala + Cam, R]. It's part of a series of stories that I adore in this 'verse about these people coming together and breaking apart and it's warm and lovely and full of basketball which is really about family and loyalty and the kind of wonderful weirdness that is other people and the reasons we love them.
Also, I just giggled like a fiend over this The Towers On The Heights Reach To Heav'n's Own Blue [SG:A/SG-1, Ensemble gen, R] which is mostly SGA, but makes me just like the characters so damn much. I like this 'verse in Min's hands. I like it muchly.
I want to write, a little ficlet about Cam and Vala and snowstorms, but I shouldn't have read Min's stuff first because now it's hard to get out of her 'verse. It seems the natural conclusion.
Also, she's watching Farscape. Just got to Crackers, and it reminded me of a moment when I was in the hospital a few years ago, miserable and freaked out and alone, and flipping through the channels and there was the insanity of too much light and vomit and crazy hair and the gritty, funny darkness that pervaded that ep and somehow it made me feel a lot less alone. A weird sort of sign that I was going to be okay.
