Stuff stolen from others (feel free to skip if you've no patience for surveys)

50 questions, gacked from twilighter:

( 50 questions )

The sort of link to shake your head and groan "Why, why, why?" from gossamer_gull:

preaching the gospel to an unexpected audience.

Three things, from kshandra:

( three is the magic number )

Name calling, also from kshandra:

( My Journal has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R... )

I was also going to put in the fact that I would have a red lightsaber, but the code for that was lost due to sundart setting up the printer, and the quiz is no longer available. ah well.

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Yesterday afternoon and last night sydneycat was over, continuing her date with sundart and helping us pursue our quest for bad TV (that we were actually willing to watch - there's precious little of that on the weekend.) morlock also came back for a bit of the evening.

I got to see darkling_dreams and revengel very very briefly - glad morlock said something, otherwise I would have completely missed them! You two should come over more often. And d_d, when's our next QAF date?

chatted with gossamer_gull, really glad she caught me, as she was worried that she had displeased/offended me with something she'd done at the end of our evening. Which she totally hadn't, OMG! Definitely down with the whole setting mind at ease thing.

Spent until late last night writing stuff, and numbing my brain with a two hour Emergency Vets special and the first hour of Queen of the Damned (which is the only part of the movie actually worth watching). At this rate I may have to make a guilty pleasure purchase and get that on DVD - apparently there's an extended scene of Aaliyah doing her hot little dance right before she sets everybody on fire with that hot little "talk to the hand" move she does. *sigh* *moment of silence for the passing of Tru3 H4wtn355.*

Not sure how I will dispose of today - I'm going through a completely non proactive phase, and the mounting pile of stuff on my to-do list is rather daunting. I should probably eat something, get dressed and be magically less daunted. ;)

*poke poke*

Hey timarok...

Happy Birthday!!!!

Whew

I just spent the last five or so hours curled up in bed with sundart, reading. She was plowing through A Crisis on Infinite Earths, while I devoured the first of Tananarive Due's Living Blood books. Wow. That was a very well spent five hours, I didn't put the book down once. I'd be all set to dive into the sequel except the first one absolutely exhausted me. ;) So, maybe on the bus to NY later this week. But still, it was VERY cool. Think what would happen if Anne Rice, Octavia Butler and one of those writers from that line of Harlequin romances for black folk all got together and wrote a sort of vampire novel. Very weird, but a fascinating read. I love books that are only one or two steps off from actual reality, set in present times, with normalish people. Kinda messes with my impressionable mind and lets me believe that somewhere magic(k) actually does exist. I just have to wait for the unravelled binding of the right book to catch me. (cupcakes to any who get that obscure reference.)

6:15, and there's still a whole evening left. My hair mocks me, maybe I'll finally dredge up the oomph to do it. Been so unmotivated lately, bahh. I need to stop thinking so damn much and actually get some shit done.

end of a mostly grumpy day

Sometimes I have trouble remembering that my journal is for my personal venting porpoises, and not a stage with which to entertain the masses, and that I'm not required to be entertaining, fun, on crack or deeply insightful at all, much less sometimes or all the time. Still sometimes I wonder whether I need to take some time off, work on not being so conscious of my audience, and come back when I don't feel like I'm hiding under just so much bullshit anymore. A vacation of some sort might be a good thing anyway. I think household broadband is eating my soul and after nearly two years of being throughly spoiled by having it, I need to refigure out how to entertain myself without it. Or something.

Sigh.

My brain needs to be less jumbled. NOW.