you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

things:

richard paper- half typed; due ... .:: checks bare wrist ::. oh, 4 hours ago. FAIL. though you know what, the lab was a huge swarming mass of asshattish last-minute students last night and I've been at class all day and MY WRIST HURTS FROM THIS KEYBOARD SETUP. bitch. also, this paper has made me want to write A-WHOLE-NOTHER PAPER, and I don't think my brain can handle it. for at least a month.

weather- dreary. gross.

hard drive- arrived yesterday! with OS & co. CDs from home! I will install it and stuff maybe Thursday night I think! or sooner!

number theory class- INSANE. WE ARE INSANE. it was awesome. we made fun of Gauss and everything. and I kind of got most of the stuff that was said! and someone said P vs. NP! and I'm a dork!

lj- apparently you can hit enter from the subject line and make your post. at least I think this is the case, because I accidentally hit enter instead of apostrophe when I was typing this subject line and the update page went all: "ERROR! MUST PROVIDE ENTRY TEXT!" but without the capslock or the exclamation points. I added those for emphasis.


I dropped half a chocolate chip cookie in my coffee at lunch. D:

so. watching Numb3rs on Innertube. and basically?

DON. SEX. with the ... yeah. um. possibly the best break from obsessive, unrelenting paper-writing EVER, except for the fact that now I'm not sure I'll be able to get back to the Richard II analysis brainspace, because mybrainisjustalittlepuddle.

well, I have the whole rest of the episode to recover, so good luck me.

and even if I DIE, RIGHT NOW, it was maybe worth it. holy hot half-naked FBI agent, Batman. *flail*

***
ION, my hard drive should arrive on Monday! I may be en route to a return to computerage as soon as next weekend, if all goes well! .:: cheers ::.

just pretend this fits into the timeline of 3x04, The Mole. also, pretend I looked up and got right all the things that I totally pulled out of my ass.

( **Spoilers for The Mole (Numb3rs) and The Cardinal of the Kremlin (Tom Clancy)** )

I had intended to set up a game of drabble scrabble before I left, but was too busy missing the bus on Friday to follow through. instead, I am now (as the subject line states) issuing a totally spontaneous pan-creative inherently flexible challenge/prompt. it is as follows.


"They say communication is a two-way street, baby, and here I am, standing on the sidewalk."

fanfiction. original fiction. nonfiction, faux-nonfiction. prose, poetry, song. graphic. vid. use the sentence. use part(s) of the sentence. edit the sentence. don't use the sentence. fall back into an old and comfortable place, or try something new and daring. or mess around in the middle. do whatever your little heart desires. damn the consequences.

there is no word limit, no rating limit, no size limit, no time limit.

just go.

leave a comment with your response, a link to your response, your idea(s) for a response, your opinion, and/or anything else you can think of, up to and including -- but not limited to -- your favorite 1930s-era indoor lighting fixture. I? am going to bed.

so! this Friday, I fly down to Miami for the weekend. very exciting! it means, though, that I have A LOT A LOT to do between now and then, so I'm pretty much backing off of LJ up to and through the trip. I will be back on Monday, October 16! I may be popping my nose in here or there before I leave, but don't expect much activity.

also, suggest text for this icon!

because I can't think of any.

sometimes, you're working on number theory, and you just have to take a break and type up the ridiculous conversation that David and Colby were having in the back of your head while you were trying to prove Gauss's generalization of Wilson's theorem (which, in case anyone's wondering, I totally can't do).

( Dirty Rascals 1.5? The point is that David/Colby is just, like, a fact. )

YOU GUYS.

I don't rec things often. so when I do, it's because there's something I just can't keep to myself, and you've got to see it. I haven't been this excited about a PotC fic for quite some time.

Judgement, a between-movies ficlet about James and His Boat and His Jamieness, by shrieking_ell.
(and she lies; I didn't really beta; I just jumped around going 'OMG!')

...
OMG!

this is a note to myself so I don't ditz out on burning & mailing the things I need to burn & mail:

-Numb3rsmusik CD for __dtrain, also including Her Mix if I can finagle the Pearl into giving it up
-S2 eps for shrieking_ell; you'll get S1 later as in as soon as I can figure out where my ripping/(de-/en-)coding/burning freeware went, and also my diskspace


ok lunch now, and finishing the flashficthing I started writing in Shakespeare and will hopefully finish before number theory so I don't have to finish it during number theory because if I try that things could get extended and messy (where messy = mathy). AND THEY DO THAT ENOUGH ALREADY, THANKS.

most crappiest bill ever. and the fucker passed! (latter link via filkertom's journal, on a tip from phurie_dae)


I just. who the hell writes this shit? and more importantly, who the hell votes for this shit? because look, I know it's an election year, but since when was that an excuse for senators to act like SCRABBLING CIRCUS ANIMALS WITH HORRIFYINGLY UNIDENTIFIABLE MORALS AND/OR INTEGRITY on the floor?

...oh, wait. that's been going on for a while, now, hasn't it? *facepalm*
(NB: I am generally in support of the whole US government system, when it works or comes close to working [even -- or perhaps especially -- when it defaults to extended periods of Resentful Glares and Thumb-Twiddling between sides]. this is not working.)


mama's going to call me after she finishes at the hospital and we'll brainmash about it (or rather, I'll fly off the handle and she'll calmly and coolly employ her professor-fu to make it so I can actually sleep tonight), and I'll hopefully be more clearheaded after that.

err. well, since Thursday night is usually crack night 'round these parts...
...and I have no fic to post...

aheh. yeah. really, no good excuse.


also one of Don if that's more your cuppa:

(though the joke really works best with Edgerton -- and I don't know if I'll EVER stop practically almost saying 'Edrington' and it's driving me UP A WALL. ahem.)

and the obligatory Don!smile.



and I have thus also discovered that 2x9 is so very much with the pretty and shall therefore be included in the material to be iconned this weekend.

however,
SLEEPS NOW.

zz~