May 18th, 2005

elijah

my life as a dog

Actually I'm not sure that's a good analogy, but I grasp for straws subject lines.

I cancelled my gym session yesterday at the last minute, based on complaints from my knees. Then I went home and took Ibuprofen and a hot bath, and flexed my legs up and down, listening with morbid fascination to the cruch crunch crackle of my joints.

And I watched Friday the 13th: Jason Takes Manhattan, which is laughably misnamed, as Jason doesn't reach NYC until about an hour into the movie, having spent the trip slaughtering a high school graduating class on a cruise ship. These movies are so fucking hilariously and compellingly bad that I could write an entire long post about them, but I can't imagine anyone else being interested. Plus I'm often lazy about getting around to things like that.

I also have a post bubbling up in me about the joyful side of slash fan-fiction, triggered by my recent reading in SGA. Maybe later.

Not long ago a lot of whiskey would have gone perfectly with watching bad movies, by the way. At the moment, though, the thought makes me rather queasy. (I say "at the moment" because maybe someday I won't feel those uneasy echoes at all.) I went to AA yesterday. The cute guy with crinkly eyes who chairs the meeting--I realized a few weeks back that he actually reminds me of my brother. And yet he remains attractive. How disturbing is that? Yes.

Why do I have to have my weekly one-on-one with my manager in two hours? Can someone explain that to me? I wait with unbated breath, while thinking absently about the prospect of coffee. I'm not even going to mention the whole J/V sex-slave scenario that distracted me last night--er, oops.
elijah

links to other people

On Becoming a Woman: A Guide to Puberty in Scans posted by blinkytreefrog. This has been floating around, link posted by several people. A horrific guide to womanhood from America's Golden Age. Probably a long load-time if you're on dial-up.

When your friends' fandoms aren't yours. (I paraphrase.) katallison talks about the proliferation of fandoms and how hard it is to keep up. I empathize. This is pretty close to my own state of fannishness at the moment.

Lion Mutilates 42 Midgets in Cambodian Ring-Fight, from Metafilter by way of inapickle. Is this politically incorrect? I feign to care.

more of Urban Girl's brushes with nature. koimistress just makes my life more enjoyable:
I don't know its official name. I refer to it as the Little Shop of Horrors plant.

"Really," I said. "I'd just as soon dispense with it."

"Are you sure?" she asked, surprised.

Am I sure? Calves could get lost in that plant! Had this woman no understanding of what was right and natural?
bill moyers is my hero. Link to a Salon.com article from rubywisp that transcribes Moyers' speech to the National Conference for Media Reform. You should be able to get a day-pass to Salon.com to read it.

The horrors of the Lord of the Dance and more, from witling. She is the funny girl you want to marry, but you can't marry her, because her girlfriend would beat you up. (Right, jolielaide? ;) (Um--not that I wouldn't marry you too. I mean, we don't know each other well enough, perhaps, but it could be an arranged marriage. ... I flee now.)

"Dogs and Cats, Living Together... Mass Hysteria!" Image of the week.

And I've been wanting to rec several posts by kjv31 for a while now, such as his week of scans from Spire Christian Comics, which begins here. Hilariously disturbing stuff.

Meanwhile, it's Wednesday. *sigh*
elijah

writing, actual writing.

For nestra and other lovely, enabling, fannish crackwhores. This isn't what I've been thinking about *really* writing--my J/V love is a strangely vanilla love--but it's the scenery in my head at the moment. Also, it's just a fast scribble and not very good, and I hide now. *hide*

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