"It looks like a pterodactyl out of a gay Jurassic Park."

So, to kill time on this sloooooooooooow ass day at work, I've been doing some research for a fic I got the idea for last night.

This has eventually lead to me reading an article on rickets, which has absolutely nothing to do with the planned fic.

I now have something like 20 separate tabs open on my browser of things that actually do have something to do with the fic. 20 tabs, multiple sources, one book to reread, one two to just read in general -- one of which, fortunately, I already own -- and at least one more topic to google.

The fic is likely to be maybe 5,000 words long.

God, I love fiction. . . .

Sunday
8:00 The Amazing Race (CBS)
9:00 Cold Case (CBS)
10:00 BSG (SciFi) [when it returns, *sigh*]

Monday
8:00 Sarah Connor Chronicles (FOX) / Chuck (NBC)
9:00 Heroes (NBC)
10:00

Tuesday
8:00 House (Fox)
9:00 Fringe (FOX) [maybe, I'll check it out, but I think JJ Abrams is highly overrated]
10:00 Without a Trace (CBS) / Nip/Tuck (FX) [when they bring it back]

Wednesday
8:00 America's Next Top Model (CW) / Bones (FOX)
9:00 Criminal Minds (CBS)
10:00 Project Runway (Lifetime)? / Top Chef (Bravo)

Thursday
8:00 Survivor (CBS)
9:00 CSI (CBS) / Supernatural (CW)
10:00 Tabatha’s Salon Takeover (Bravo)?

Friday
8:00
9:00
10:00 Life (NBC)


Download: True Blood (HBO)

Have to slide Dollhouse in there when Fox schedules it. Probably for Friday night death timeslot, knowing them. Allegedly it's Mondays at 8:00.

I keep seeing on people on f!s bitching about “Twlight” and “sparkle”. I’m listening to the book now and I just got to the part where all that bitching suddeningly makes perfect sense.

She (author) actually has him fucking sparkling. *headdesk*

If the over abundance of thesaurus heavy adverbs hadn’t been clue enough that this is just one big fanfic (that somehow got published) then this is.

I may or may not have to stop listening to this right. now.

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Yesterday restarted the rerunning of 90210 (orig) on SoapNet. I tivo’d it cause it’s been a few (decades) since I watched it last. As a teen child of the 90’s for a time this show was my god (this was pre-Joss) and its was a big influence on my formative years... but watching it last night I couldn’t help but cringe at the horrible hair and fashions. The mullet! The colors! My poor eyes were offended so much I could barely enjoy the dated but somewhat still teen relevant storylines.

It was in the middle of all that tragic fashion don’ts I was reminded of one of my first TV loves. Not Brenda, not Brandon, especially not fucking Dylan (hated him! he was the “24” to my “3”), no my first tv love was Andrea Zuckerman.

She was smart and fiesty. Someone who cared more about what happen in the social world than where she stood in the social circle. She was passionate in her work (journalism), loyal to her friendships and long carried a torch for the bestest of those that sadly went unrequited or fullfilled.

She was the original Chloe Sullivan.

Snagged from a bunch of people:

Give me a "Fandom" (Book/TV/Comic series, Movie, etc), and I'll kick back
1. My favorite character (and why)
2. My favorite 'bit' (issue, scene, episode, whatever is applicable)
3. Why I like it.
4. What problems I have with it.
5. Who I'd most likely RP from it (excluding character from #1)

I just found out that LeRoi Moore died. He was one of the founding members of the Dave Matthews Band. He will be missed. :(

So, I was just going to go to bed. But as I have far too many times in the past, I decided to pick up a book on the way, and now my brain is going 7,000 miles per hour and I'm once again wide awake.

I went out to dinner this evening with my family. Got to the restaurant a full half an hour early -- I'd given myself plenty of time in case of traffic and then encountered none. So to kill time (what a lovely phrase), I hit up Barnes and Noble, thinking I'd pick up that copy of Ginsberg I'd been wanting to get for so long, and maybe have a wander through some of the other shelves as well.

As I often do in bookstores, I found myself perusing the Mythology and Folklore section (woefully small no matter where I go). And lo and behold, what do I find? A nonfiction book by Michael Chabon! I'd read The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (as a good little lit buff and former comics reader, how could I not? . . . mental note, finish reading that book) a few years ago, and have heard wonderful things about some of his other novels, and here was a very pretty book with his name on it, smack in the middle of my favorite nonfiction subject matter section.

The book, dear friends, is Maps and Legends. I love maps. I love legends. I love creative packaging, and this hardcover has not one but three dust jackets, brilliantly layered. And, hey, birthday. What was a little self-indulgence of an at least surface-level intellectual area between friends? So I bought it.

I've only read the first section, "Trickster in a Suit of Lights: Thoughts on the Modern Short Story". Anyone who's paid any attention to my writing in this journal will immediately see that this is the perfect first section for me -- I love tricksters as an archetype and literary device, metaphor or character, and I tend to stick primarily to short forms of fiction. As I read, I found myself continuously going "Yes, yes, exactly" and wanting to quote it.

Then I realized that I wanted to quote the whole freaking chapter.

It's all about entertainment vs. high-concept, genre vs. literature, srs bizness vs. play time. And all about the pretentiousness of the modern publishing world and the ghetto-ization of fiction on bookshelves sorted into "literature" and "genre", the death of the short story plot in the course of the latter half of the twentieth century, and how downright ridiculous that death is. I want to take this chapter and mail it to the guy who I argued with in Prague about the purpose of genre fiction -- science-fiction in particular -- and its worth in the literary world.

Take that, pretentious Paul! Lord, what did I ever see in you. . . .

Long story somewhat shorter (seems my short-form ideas are really only in the fictional structuring, not the babble of my meta and analysis), I expect to absolutely love this book. It helps that Chabon clearly has as much love for Trickster Makes This World by Lewis Hyde as I do. And totally reads Gaiman as well as Pynchon.

Lord, do not let me crush on another damned author.

Mostly from Comic Con

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=17753

Ugh, now I think I just hate poor Mother Teresa by association with the dumbass, oft-repeated quote!

No one wants to try it? Wow, so much politeness except for rtm123 ;)

I did a friends cut this morning. If you come to the main page of my journal, and you can only see this and my fics/icons/etc, it means you have been removed. I'm sorry, no hard feelings, it doesn't mean I hate you. I removed people who never post, never comment, and are seemingly only friends with me for fic purposes or something. If you feel you've been removed in error, or want back on my friendslist, feel free to go to my Friends Only entry and comment. I also removed myself from a bunch of comms I don't really care about. It was time for an overall clearing out.

shelly505 made it and she has a ton of fun little SV Cast icons.

Ah, makes me think fondly of puppyville (even if that's not a cocker spaniel or a Wolf Hound).

This one is from iliana_1

What is your least favourite story of mine? Be honest, even brutal if you want to be.*puffs out chest* I can take it.

What is your favourite story of mine? All flowery compliments are welcomed and encouraged ;)

Post this on your own journal if you feel so inclined.

(see you can tell it's from here originally because it's spelled British and everything!)

Be honest, it's okay.

ETA - beta, I'd love to see your comments the most.

Last night while looking for bandaids, I stumbled upon a bit of March Hare perfume that I hadn't been able to find in years.

Now I smell like Prague. It's rather distracting.

*sniffs own wrists again*

ETA Black Phoenix has steampunk inspired scents! Why did no one tell me? There goes the rest of my birthday budget. . . .