Ick. My mouth still tastes like dentist.
Dec. 27th, 2008 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsos*makes face*
Just woke up after a nap after going to the movies with my mom. I really shouldn't have tried reading in the car, as my mom likes to turn up the heat and not keep the windows open even a crack, two things guaranteed to aggravate my tendency for carsickness. I had to lie down when I came home or else I would have spent the rest of the afternoon throwing up.
But, yes. The movie was awesome. Tremendous acting across the board. I was a little bothered by a few of the more anvil-worthy bits ("you need a cat to catch a mouse", "you certainly do", O HAI LOOK AT THAT), but otherwise I liked it quite a lot.
I find it amusing that the Yuletide story I wrote in about an hour when the deadline was almost up has three times as many comments and more recs than the one I was assigned. Heh.
Putting on the TV Tunes channel is probably a bad idea, as I keep having to stop what I'm doing to bop stupidly around my living room because, like, the Saved by the Bell or Fresh Prince of Bel-Air themes pop up. I may possibly need to put on the Melancholia ("the sounds of indie sadness") station after this so I can stop being a goofball and try being hopelessly emo for a few hours.
And now some Cracked lists:
- 7 (Stupid) People Who Sued the Scientific Method
- 6 Musicians Who Predicted Their Own Death in Song
- The 12 Most Horrifically Misleading Euphemisms (The pictures are what make it great.)
Oh, and does anybody have copies of "Womanizer" and "Let It Rock" I can have? I need music to exercise to.
It's also entirely possible that I may ask for a volunteer to harrass me to write the next four days so I can do what I said and finish this damn book before the new year. Well, okay, what I really need is somebody to come to my house and threaten to punch me in the nose if I don't write. I feel the threat of immediate violence may work better than annoying me through IM, but I suppose that's not really an option. (It's certainly not more desirable, that's for damn sure. *cups hands protectively over nose*)
Just woke up after a nap after going to the movies with my mom. I really shouldn't have tried reading in the car, as my mom likes to turn up the heat and not keep the windows open even a crack, two things guaranteed to aggravate my tendency for carsickness. I had to lie down when I came home or else I would have spent the rest of the afternoon throwing up.
But, yes. The movie was awesome. Tremendous acting across the board. I was a little bothered by a few of the more anvil-worthy bits ("you need a cat to catch a mouse", "you certainly do", O HAI LOOK AT THAT), but otherwise I liked it quite a lot.
I find it amusing that the Yuletide story I wrote in about an hour when the deadline was almost up has three times as many comments and more recs than the one I was assigned. Heh.
Putting on the TV Tunes channel is probably a bad idea, as I keep having to stop what I'm doing to bop stupidly around my living room because, like, the Saved by the Bell or Fresh Prince of Bel-Air themes pop up. I may possibly need to put on the Melancholia ("the sounds of indie sadness") station after this so I can stop being a goofball and try being hopelessly emo for a few hours.
And now some Cracked lists:
- 7 (Stupid) People Who Sued the Scientific Method
- 6 Musicians Who Predicted Their Own Death in Song
- The 12 Most Horrifically Misleading Euphemisms (The pictures are what make it great.)
Oh, and does anybody have copies of "Womanizer" and "Let It Rock" I can have? I need music to exercise to.
It's also entirely possible that I may ask for a volunteer to harrass me to write the next four days so I can do what I said and finish this damn book before the new year. Well, okay, what I really need is somebody to come to my house and threaten to punch me in the nose if I don't write. I feel the threat of immediate violence may work better than annoying me through IM, but I suppose that's not really an option. (It's certainly not more desirable, that's for damn sure. *cups hands protectively over nose*)
