Man, you know, sometimes you have a hugely long week-- awesome, but long-- full of awesome but long days. And you wake up Wednesday morning, and on the one hand you get to sew things in school today! But on the other hand, it's six-thirty AM and you feel gross and it looks like the week is never ever going to end.

And then you go online and discover that someone has written AU fic where Zac Efron is a superhero and things just look a whole lot better.

OMG OMG GUUUYS.





I need this now.

This week, another great of entertainment has passed away.

Mollie Sugden was an immeasurable talent, and will be sorely missed. To honor her, let us all join together in tribute. This tribute is simple, and, I hope, a fitting farewell.

Hold your pussy.

You don't have to hold it for very long (although you are more than welcome to), but hold it close, and hold it tight. Do not let it go. Feel your pussy's warmth, and let it know just how much you treasure it. Do not be afraid to show your pussy affection in whatever manner comes to mind - you can stroke it, pet it, massage it or gently scratch it. Whatever makes your pussy happiest. Share this moment of intimacy with your pussy, and never forget the love you feel for it.

Let us all hold our pussies, firmly and lovingly, in memory of Mollie Sugden.

Please copy this into your journal if you want to join in on holding your pussy for Mollie.

! Three-day weekend, hooray! And then a really hectic four-day week. This thing where I'm actually operating on the same day-to-day schedule as the rest of the universe is weeeeeird.

@ So is the thing where I went out yesterday and spent a decent chunk of money on things to draw with. I am an actual paying committed art student aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

# ganymi is working on an RP comm that would be perfect for a character I thought up two years ago and never found a home for. I am actually tempted, despite not having RPed anything or wanted to in nearly a year, which means she is a terrible human being and I am never ever speaking to her again >:(

$ Three weeks until my roommate moves out and I can have her room! Which is bigger and has a closet what is this madness D: Though the moving-down-the-hall process should be interesting.

% Yes, I have seen Terminator, and a review will result eventually. I'm lazy, and also still sorting through what I want to say about it. I can assure you that my favorite pasttime of striding heroically around downtown Chicago with the TDK soundtrack on my headphones has suddenly gotten a lot weirder, thank you Mr. Bale.

^ So yeah, I was looking for a PB (not for actual RP purposes) for an older Link Larkin, right? and I ended up with Ian Somerhalder but I was :/-ing over his hair color. And then, and then, he turned out to be on a forthcoming TV show where he has black hair. Because I am just so awesome I can choose PBs based on what they will look like in the future.

( I could not resist adding pictures here )

Oh, and there's something in there somewhere about vampires, but I AM A GODDESS OF PB-HUNTING. I DEMAND WORSHIP. OR COFFEE.

* I'm writing a fic-- you guys all knew that. And I'm determined to get it done and at least to beta, if not posted, by the time I start classes the 26th. Which I thought was doable! Until I decided I just had to be organized and make a checklist.
As it turns out, out of 24 scenes that ought to be in this fic, I've finished seven and written part of eight more. That's less than half the fic-- which I've already written 16K words of over three and a half months. So maybe I should stop shopping around for 70s fashion magazines and actually write the damn thing.

* Speaking of 70s magazines, I did go looking for some in O'Gara and Wilson today; I learned about the construction of the World Trade Center, and whether some guy named Jack Nicholson might turn out to be famous or not, and some shiny new thing banks were making called "credit cards." I was especially entertained by an article in a 1970 issue of Look that was written by a Soviet scientist about what the world would be like in 1991. He actually had some really perceptive, interesting things to say about the Information Age and the possibility of artificial intelligence; he also predicted the usual kinds of overly optimistic things, 3-D televisions and elevated sidewalks and entire suburbs of gardens outside cities.
And he thought poverty and class warfare would be extinct, which was hilariously naive of him and also kind of sad. Dear Soviets of forty years ago: I have some very bad news about what's going to happen to your country in 1991 :(

* I appear to be on a giant binge of Christian Bale movies lately. Yesterday was Newsies (again) and The Prestige and 3:10 to Yuma; I just started Equilibrium, and ganymi recommends American Psycho. I plan to keep this up until I run out of movies that aren't about Batman or until Public Enemies comes out, whichever happens first.

ETA: I have a Dreamwidth! I have no idea what I intend to do with it, if anything, but my username there is spintheiryarns if anyone's curious. I haven't been paying as much attention as I maybe should to the whole Dreamwidth fuss, or to who's who over there, but I guess I'll see what comes of it.

Moooooovie night.

Incidentally, I went to see Duplicity and Sunshine Cleaning last week, I just never bothered to post about them because I had absolutely nothing to say. That tells you something about those movies right there.

( Adventureland )

( 17 Again. Extreme fangirlishness ahead. )

Trailer report:
* Battle for Terra looks awful. The plot is hackneyed, I can poke holes in the worldbuilding based on the trailer alone, and I'm pretty sure even that movie's target age group will be at least a little confused by the fact that this planet supposedly across the galaxy has a name that's another word for Earth.
* I want to look forward to Terminator Salvation, but I have the niggling suspicion that a Terminator movie without Sarah Connor is an even worse idea than a Mummy movie without Rachel Weisz. And we all know how that turned out.
* The Proposal looks fun. I'm kind of excited for that.
* Saw it on iTunes, not at the theater, but Pandorum looks really good.

I was very pleased to go to the library this weekend and discover one whole DVD of All Creatures Great and Small. It's not the best thing to watch while working on fic, and four episodes isn't going to be terribly satisfying out of seven seasons, but omg my childhood.

This is the most comfortable of comfort shows, and I would not complain all that much if Peter Davison and Robert Hardy went on being brothers forever.

Usually I like to leave the Efron-posting to professionals-- for this purpose I consider captaincatapult and bribitribbit to be professionals-- but I really, really could not leave these alone, so have a very short picspam.

To begin with:



I will pay five Internet dollars (ha ha) to anyone who can figure out what's going on here. blue_monarch has already advanced the theory that Zac Efron is actually the Avatar; other ideas are welcome.

( +2 larger ones )

Associations meme! Hooray.

Courtesy of fordandfitzroy:

( Parker/Hardison )

( Cubs )

( Mets )

( Zefron )

( NaNo )

If anyone wants me to associate things with them, or wants to give me more things to blather about, tell me :D I was supposed to be running errands today but there's a thunderstorm out, and I don't have much freelance work to do, so I could use the distraction.

In other news: I finally paid off my forty dollars or so in library fines, and returned home triumphantly yesterday with a couple of books about architectural history and a whole heap of trashy romance novels. I CAN READ BOOKS AGAIN! THIS IS AMAZING. And I've bought my ticket to Watchmen, too-- midnight Thursday night, baby.

I don't usually make a habit of incoherent liveblogging, but.

OSCARS. OSCARS OMFG HUGH JACKMAN AND BEYONCE AND SHOWTUNES AND ZEFRON IN A TUX AND AND AND I AM ACTUALLY CRYING WITH HAPPINESS THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

THE END

So I had a pretty good day today! I was competent at my job and I didn't yell at anyone and nobody yelled at me.

And then it turned out I had way undercharged a client at some point during the day and bip, goodbye job. I'm sure this will surprise no one except my own mother.

On the plus side: I knew this was coming, I've really only gone from underemployed to more underemployed, and I have a ton of Indian takeout and I'm sure I can rummage up some movies to watch somehow. And I don't think I care about the actual Oscars, but tomorrow morning there will be five million emails from my mom about everyone's dresses and five million posts on my friends page about the actors I actually do care about.

. . . There's something seriously cracked in my head, isn't there. DDDDDD: