you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

The first five people to respond to this post (and follow instructions,) will get some form of art, created by me. I make no guarantees about quality or type, but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it.

The only catch, of course is that to get art-ed you should extend this offer in your own journal as well.

dear lord.

I love theater kids, and they did a wonderful job with Proof (from which I just got back; it was really well done. LOL ELEGANT), but seriously? honestly? frankly?

they can not, any of them, carry the tune of a Kelly Clarkson song to save their lives.

...

also, I'd much rather be writing Colby/Edgerton right now.
.:: continues to blame phurie_dae ::.


also-also, speaking of Colby, WHERE THE HELL WAS HE THIS WEEK? DUDE. *grabby hands*


also³, my school makes good coffee. you couldn't tell?

so, today in number theory we encountered primes of the form 2ⁿ + 1 -- Fermat primes.

I may, perhaps, detect the faint aroma of Sequel.

shh.

is it possible to be wildly productive and an incredible slacker both in the same day? because I think I have been.

today I did not:

go to German 101

work on number theory

wake up before 10:00

do my laundry

take out the garbage

sweep

write in any of the WIPs

type anything previously written in any of the WIPs

write the thing that kinda tapped my shoulder in passing as a response to the numb3rsflashfic challenge

get anywhere even close to caught-up/kept-up/replied-up with the flist

make this week's icon set thingy

make any of the other graphics I owe people

however, I did:

program __dtrain's number into my new phone

buy a ticket for the Saturday night (Oct. 7) performance of Proof (OMG EXCITED!)

start a lovely blue drawstring bag with lots of shell-stitches and v-stitches

crochet while walking

talk on the phone while walking

listen to Uncertainty Principle while walking

walk a lot

deposit my last paycheck

pick up the alpaca yarn from Purl Diva

act like a major brat

create an Edgerton fan-community (this is why I should NOT be allowed near livejournal when I'm feeling both creative and bored!)

buy scissors and comb for the trimming of hair

paint my nails bright-fucking-pink

make a temporary ass of myself with html

...and yes. now my brain's gone wandering, so I must end the post.

and all I can say is... ( not spoilery, not long, but getting a cut anyway )


and so, to conclude, a huge thank-you to our accustomed-to-feature-films producers, because this episode didn't even try to not be messy and imperfect and so human and I love that. and it hurts, but in a good way.

World of Warcraft is officially at Hot Topic. so now will y'all stop playing it?

also,
( people, tell Laura this is an awesome Don/Charlie colorbar, because it is and she keeps arguing with me. )

you thought you'd get away without a post today, didn't you? WRONG.

( quiz )

also:

( College Democrats in Milwaukee against the ban on gay marriage )

as I told jobiegirl6, I am so there in spirit!

now, back to the 'write one number theory proof, write ~100 words of porn, repeat' method of spending my evening. :D woot!

if I ever get a Real, True Migraine, I think it will feel something like this. specifically, like I forgot to turn my brain right-side out after washing and before re-insertion, and now it's wedged in there all wrong and just ... wrong., and I woulf not be at all opposed to digging it out with a dull rusty spork.

it is probably apparent that I am typing with my eues closed.

fuck the Irish paper; fuck the number theory problem set; I am going to bed.

you know why? because this just happened:

phurie_dae: *links to random freezeframe from the end of 2x11*
phurie_dae: It's like a Herbal Essences ad.
phurie_dae: Shower and everything.
phurie_dae: A truly mathemasmic experience.
phurie_dae: Shut up, it's late.
meletor_et_al: can't respond. dead from laugh.
phurie_dae: I'd add the text, but that would involve keeping a straight face and not stuffing my sleeves in my mouth to keep from waking the flatmates.
meletor_et_al: I have PS7 up, and no roommate.

POSSIBLY NSFW: ( Herbal Eppescestces? )

well technically, this is the fic I was supposed to post today; that other one was just a fluke. .:: shakes fist at johanirae and her darned birthday! ::.

Title: Mersenne Primes
Author: Mel (meletor_et_al)
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: Mature for adult sexual content, language, mathematics
Length: ~2,300 words
Summary: The first rule of fucking your brother in the shower is -- you do not talk about fucking your brother in the shower. Apologies to Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
Warnings: incest, underage (NOT statutory), angst, elementary number theory, POV and verb tense hopscotch
Notes: Deepest thanks go to __dtrain for holding my hand and phurie_dae for cheering me on, no matter how wacky it got. Loving phurie_dae for the final nitpicky beta. Takes place during 2x4, Calculated Risk - it's not hard to guess where. No spoilers, though.

( Don is n. )
Fake cut goes to my fic LJ. x-posted to numb3rs_slash, or something.

AND NOW I GO RUN AWAY FROM LJ UNTIL I'VE WATCHED THE PREMIERE, WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO DOWNLOAD IT WHICH COULD BE A COUPLE DAYS ;_; because basically, not only do I not have a TV (and there're no TV sets in ANY of the Chamberlain common rooms, the Hell?), but I'm also a cranky self-centered bitch who does not want to be spoiled or see anyone else enjoying what I can't have. .:: pouts, whines, and is generally five years old about it ::.

am of course available via e-mail (which I'll be obsessively checking for feedback, natch) and IM, just DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE NUMB3RS PREMIERE OR I'LL CRY ON YOU! 'kay. ♥