you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

I pose a question:

for those of you still on my flist (a few have ditched me, ;_; ) who know what this means,
would tonight be a good night for a little poorjamesing?

see I ask because I'm equally open to that and to writing a little more in that crack Dick/Lex thing with shrieking_ell. so, if I get responses before I leave for breakfast lunch dinner SuperSnacks in about 45 minutes, I'll probably be able to toss down a few hundred words of one or the other.

but I don't know which. so it is up to you.


poorjamesing, yes or no? would you read it? do I count anymore? hmm.


[ETA: so, I poorjamesed. now it's time for me to go to SuperSnacks and see what more I can write]
[ETA2: no, really, I poorjamesed. and then I went to SuperSnacks and wrote teh pornycrack. so no worries; everyone's happy. win-win! yes?]

so I'm half-napping, half-looking for images to icon. and I'm not quite sure how I got to it (aside from poking around while mostly asleep), but

this

made me retardedly happy. or at least, stupidly amused.


hee. professional geeks.



(p.s. if you're the sort who cares about this while flipping through my hardcopies for iconnable things I found a Jason pre-phonevote story with Scarecrow. it's adorable. and the end hurts. I'll scan it later when I can get out of bed without a faceful of linoleum happening.)

I thought I should share this.

my sister's a genius.

( THE ILIAD!!1!11 )

also I finished the vid.

also I haven't been at all productive today.
I should get someone's drabble done, or something, at least. Dick muse did just what I'd suspected and slunk off as soon as it was his turn to talk. twit!

I just requested (literally just, so have not heard back yet) Kitten on crossovers100.

it's like ff100, only, all crossovers. and just looking at the challenge chart gave me like a billion ideas. or, had her nattering excitedly. so.


it's official. I'm really and truly mad. hurrah!

do NOT tell me Wisconsin got snow before we did. DAMMIT!

I WANT SNOW NOW GRR.
it was snowing here by this time last year...

mrrmph.
class now.

hmmmmm happy noises.

~ Ell wrote Lex's side of the crack! it's fabulous. and the thought of Lex!Robin makes my cracky heart go pitter-pat.

~ I turned in my course card, so it's just a matter of finding out if I got into the classes:
Math 161 (differential calculus -- because I'm pretty rusty and need it for macro and math171-integral calculus was uncool with my schedule)
English 204 (Tolkein's middle ages)
English 243 (victorian gender)
Anthro 101 (intro to cultural anthropology)

~ I waited out the cranking of my full musics into iTunes, and am now enjoying a shuffle of all the music on my hard drive

~ Vivs sent me two mp3s: 30 Seconds to Mars' cover of Hunter, and Soldier Side from SOAD's new (unreleased) album. this weekend I'll get the full album off her, much squee! SOAD!

~ George and I are going to HP4 and P&P3, and also he has an original movie poster from PotC (the zombie at the helm!) that he is going to give me. tres awesome, no?

~ Temvid is progressing.

~ Dick muse is SO ADHD.

[p.s. Sony e-mailed to remind me BoP opens tomorrow but I'm trying to forget it so that I don't get mopey-jealous. so long as I'm stuck in small-town Maine, may as well not let myself whine about it]

shrieking_ell, darling...

please remind me, next time that I am going to work my ass off for several hours not counting the many before now to make you an icon, that you REALLY PROBABLY WON'T SHOW UP EVEN WHEN YOU SAY YOU WILL. this is rather amusing when it isn't infuriating. I don't know whether to fall off my chair laughing, or RUN AROUND THE DORM JUST TEARING MY HAIR OUT. k.


so I address the rest of this post to the flist at large.

see that icon there? .:: points ::. that's Ell's. you can't have it. and she can't have it till she's held up her part of the bargain. but I want you all to know I WORKED REALLY HARD TO MAKE IT, am moderately proud of it, and am GIVING THE FUCK UP ON THE REST now that it's 1:00 AM.

I have a paper to write.

and I missed dinner.

and you know what? grr.



mmkay.

ever hate yourself just a little too much to crawl out of your chair and go get soup?

that's where I'm at right now. and I don't really know why, so that's weird.

( WHINE! )

hello, my name is meletor and I am an unrepentant crabby bitch...

There's an extra suitcase, backpack, and purple-pink handbag on our floor. A different phone charger plugged into the extra-but-not-really-that-extra outlet by my desk. An iPod and iPod stereo on our coffee table, and a pair of brown-and-pink Converses under it.

We have a prospie this weekend. Well, technically, I do, but Marie indulges my guilt syndrome when it comes to Bowdoin and lets me host because it makes me feel less like a $128,000 leech.

So, running around and/or entertaining prospie this weekend... also somewhere in there I'm going to need to stalk my advisor, possibly tomorrow while I'm in Hubbard for econ.

In short...
WHERE'S MY FREEWRITING TIME?

Well. I'll figure something out.
The some-odd hundred words I crashed out on a coffee high last night should have served to tide me over... but they didn't. I WAS RIGHT. I THINK I MAY HAVE STARTED SOMETHING TERRIFYING.


...well at least Dick muse is fun if annoying ... better than the Cranky Old Ninja. ANYTHING is better than the Cranky Old Ninja, even crazy!bastard!Bruce of Straw Men (YES I still hold that against him. ...Y'just don't DO that, dude! Not cool).



Anyway yeah. That rambled and went tangential. Point is... people who normally get in touch with me via IM, I might not be around much. And may randomly desert the computer... more often than usual.



I'm seriously a shit prospie hostess. We had fun at the Moliere show, though.

(red, gold, and green!)

...SPAM.
Deal.

because I, once again, am HIGHLY AMUSED by Karma Chameleon.


that is all.




(in other news, Henry Mancini kicks soundtrack ASS)