you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

ooh! first of the batch of Drabbles That I Owe People!

this one is for obi_wansgirl, and is a double-drabble (plus a little) because not only did she identify the movie poster in the Six Flags batspam, she also called Rachel a whore and made me laugh.

so here's for you, babe:


( 210 words. guess the subject. )


thanks to shrieking_ell for her assistance in the capacities of beta and sounding board!

I FINISHED THE GODFORSAKEN ASSKICKING ICE FIGHT DREAM SEQUENCE.

Vivs and elizile both like it. I'm happy.

so there are still major rough spots (like um maybe, a good several bars of the first half, that I just can't get the hang of right now), and so I have yet another Big Editing Sequence to do. so what? I AM SO... DUDE.

.::climbs up over the bow of the Titanic and crows::.
(...also, why am I referencing that movie? it kinda sucked. except for Kate Winslet's Heaving Bosom, and also Ioan shouting at the end. oh well. oh and whatsisface, the good actor dude... the um he was also in the new Music Man and um. VICTOR GARBER. yes. I'm on crack again.)


SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW.

...NEWSIES.

I'm exploding from cute and from broadway/moviemusical geekery and from OMFG HOLY GUH.


and here's the thing about Bale's performance.
( cut because I'm such a twit )

holy. I'm gonna shut up now. but hey, if you read that, what are your thoughts? talk to me. hmm?

Y HELO THAR WEEKEND.

whoo. no idea where that came from. prospie's out at lunch and/or tour(s)... soyeah.

we played with some very real, very serious macro in Ec219 today (...whoah. took me a minute, but I just realized I fangirled that syntax/phrase off Ell's Ultimate Cranky Old Ninja Fic. O___O?) and it was tres awesome. I'm seriously considering taking a higher-level core econ class next semester -- 256 (intermediate macro) or something. *econ-econ-econ-BABBLE*

despite having taken my meds this morning, I'm crazy-spacey. my shoulder hurts from sleeping on the couch. I slept a good 7 or 8 hours, and yet want a nap. but have no bed... prospie, see? hmm.


PEOPLE, I AM REALLY BORED. AND MY ROOMMATE CANNOT SING.

maybe I'll crack the temvid into progress. been dragging my feet because I'm kind of afraid of finishing it, now... you know, expectations vs. pragmatism and all that. wtf. am loser.


I'm going to log into Skype now. meletor479. on the off chance that someone's as bored as I am.

Ell. I love her, but she is an Evil Geek. Or is that precisely why I love her? Here's for you, babe.

Character: Lex. Dick.
Word: friction.
Requested by/gift for: shrieking_ell

Warning: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Also, m/m adult sexual content. And language. And no beta.

I AM TYPING THIS STRAIGHT INTO THE UPDATE WINDOW BECAUSE GUESS WHAT I'M ON two cups of coffee w/sugar CRACK.

Continuity? Canon? Timeline? Plot?? PFFT. WHO NEEDS 'EM?
Herewego.

( Champagne Taste [Smallville x Batman TAS (WHAAT?)] )


Behold! A bunch Most of that is complete bullshit! Ell, baby, you'd better frickin' like it because... I don't know what I wrote. YAY COFFEE! I'm really, really dangerous on it, you know? Woot.

And my recently acquired Dick!muse is placated. Or possibly encouraged. GOOD SWEET LORD WHAT HAVE I DONE?

So, right.

Spring semester registrations start tomorrow. And I need my advisor to sign my enrollment card and ... possibly advise. Haven't seen hide nor hair of him since before Fall registration. Cool, very cool.

...that's what I get for having an advisor in the econ department. Guess I'm just gonna have to prowl around Hubbard tomorrow to figure out this guy's office hours. E-mail him for an appointment. Fucking JUMP HIM. Econ people are retarded. Luckily, I know how that crazy little econ brain works... because if I didn't, I'd've killed myself by now.

Anyway. Spammity spam.

Oh, also, EVERY SINGLE CLASS is from 11:30-12:55 on Tuesday/Thursday. EXPLAIN?
(I mean, okay, not every class, but a pretty damned impressive majority. especially when I've decided that I'm NEVER doing the class-before-10:00am thing ever again. grargh.)

And if I get into Victorian Gender? I'll be ... really happy.
And possibly stop whining.

I love how half my flist just exploded with House-y flittering.

...ooh. flittering. I meant something squee-ish with that, but it also works with the quasi-spammish amusing angle, no? no. I'm on crack. okay.


just a thought from tv-less me on House before I go write that econ paper I TOTALLY FORGOT WAS DUE TOMORROW OOPS:

House/Wilson isn't canon? k so I only saw one ep, but... House/Wilson isn't canon? wow. coulda fooled me. tres amused.


NOW, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT MICROENTERPRISES AND POLLUTION?
THOUGHT SO, BITCH.


---
Appendix for Politics Night: discrimination is, in fact, bad. lets keep it that way, Mainers.


(also, I want to thank everyone who's offered prayers, thoughts, wigglies, support, etc. re: da's interview. not sure when (or if) we'll get a response, but I'm pretty sure I'll be one of the first to know, and from then so will y'all. *heart!*)

(and also welcome to phurie_dae. refreshments are at the back of the room, courtesy of someone more responsible than I.)

and, in a fantastic show of Meletor-brand spam, I have for you (who don't really care):

ICONS!

you may blame kittenbraden for raising the issue, if you would like. but it is I who ran with it, because ok I'll admit I do like the iPod ads. Vivs and I both are major fans.

( 8 avec iPod )

( 4 sans iPod )


Free to take with comment and credit given, but please do not alter. Thanks!

(I have also cleaned up the poster .jpg (it is now mysteriously a .gif) and added iPod and/or text, here: 1, 2)

VOILA.

I'm all kinds of sick today.

I think it has to do with tossing and turning all fucking night and not being able to sleep at all.

fucking hell.



song and picture post later today.

right now, Bat-R&R.


[ETA: ( THE BRIDGE - something I need to remember )]

ugh...

I feel like blargh, and want to sleep. pissed at myself for not cutting the ice sequence like I said I would today... and I don't actually know what I did get done. no, seriously. my grand accomplishment was flying out of the dorm at quarter past seven to get some dinner before the dining hall closed.

which means tomorrow I have to: finish the vid (hopefully; otherwise it'll be next weekend when I can work on it again), read In A Lonely Place, and finish the makeover fic (new BoP clips online make me happy). and my calendar says tomorrow is also my replying-to-any-comments-I-may-have-missed day. I might bite said calendar in the face and move the fb housekeeping to later this week.

lunch with George tomorrow. the time will probably be split up equally between nattering about the Nightwing TPB he lent me / my endlessly thanking him for taking me (Friday) to the first coffee shop I've been to since moving here and allowing my increasingly freaked-out psyche to calm to the tune of a hazelnut latte.
--technically, there's a cafe on campus, but I just haven't really felt like going there.


*this post has been interrupted due to A SEMI NEARLY HIT MY PIRATE ON HER WAY HOME FROM WORK*
I'm out.


[ETA: Just got off the phone with pirate, and now I'm hungry (what??) instead of sleeping-to-allow-for-being-awake-some-time-before-noon. pah, it was worth it, and I think I have a box of crackers around here somewhere...]