October 21st, 2005


friday miscellany

I dreamed last night that I had to have my left foot amputated. And okay, fine, but it was for a stupid reason--like, "You have a really bad sprain, we need to cut it off." I remember getting into the shower, trying to get my balance, and realizing that my left foot ended in a nubby spear of flesh. My dad had his legs amputated, bit by bit--foot, knees, then up to the thighs; he was diabetic.

my spam is like a poem
"An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words. Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible."

what I watched last night
Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders ("Good use of trolls." -- mst3k)

questions that plague me
You know how you choose an actress to represent the gender-switched version of your BSO--say, Rodney--and it's a bull's-eye of inspiration, and then a few weeks later you want to revisit the scenario only to realize that you've forgotten who the actress was, and you'll never find another one so perfect, and you brood on the question and flagellate your degenerating memory, and then you think, hmm, maybe we could go with Tasha Yar, and that would actually be kind of funny and geekily apt, but *then* you think no, no, he was prettier, damn it, and then suddenly you realize you'll never get the image of Rodney as Tasha Yar out of your head now, and you've just shared the image with everyone you know and possibly infected them too, like with an alien virus, and then you facepalm yourself until you smother.

But that happens to everyone, right?

other thoughts I've had
I can't remember.

Spike/Xander: stadium, slate, silk for girlguidejones

"The druj'sympha should be in its second stadium now--it's shed its skin and legs and grown bigger ones," Willow said with disturbing enthusiasm, using a stick to hold up the silky demon millipede skin with its dozens of dangling limb-husks, the stuff of nightmares for years to come.

Xander and Spike exchanged a look, and Xander could see Spike striking that one off his mental slate; they were in agreement, the almost telepathic agreement of lovers who would rather be sitting on the couch with feet up, snogging and watching Friends reruns; besides, there were plenty of other, equally lucrative, and much tinier demons that they could hunt to make this month's rent.

"You know, I think we'll just call it a night," he said, grabbing Spike's arm and dragging him away hastily, avoiding Willow's eye as he did, because one piercing glare would turn his will to jelly and keep him on the job until dawn.


Chances are people you don't even know are being introduced to your journal every day, either randomly or through someone else. In addition to recent entries, people can get to know you better by what you posted in the past. With that in mind, post a link to your entries on this day six months ago, nine months ago, a year ago, and two years ago.
six months ago (April 20, 2005) Shoes, personas, Garrison Keillor, a BtVS/Firefly rec, "I am cheese," and "He's out sick today, so I wouldn't lick his chair."

nine months ago (January 20, 2005) I got offered the job I currently hold, and bought those Due South DVDs I mentioned recently.

a year ago (October 20, 2004) My coworkers gave me a puppy. The job application process--see above--began. I recced S/X by ladycat777 and Deep Fanfic Thoughts. I lazily scribbled Spike/Angel.

two years ago (October 20, 2005) Spam, fan-fiction meta, Mark Morford, drabbling meta, Xander/Wes/Spike in a dance club, Actual Articulated Thoughts on Wes's character arc, Xander/Spike portal snippet ("Portals, portals, big throbbing portals"), and GIPs that are now broken.
ETA: I am tired and depressive today, and wearing "stretch" jeans that don't stretch enough, and...bazhkvhasdf. *gloomy*

ETA 2: I forgot that today is Oct 21, not 20. Er, yeah.

Simon/River/Kaylee: careless, atonement, delirium, for mistakency

It was the secret he'd never intended to share, but he'd been careless and left the door to his hutch unlocked that night with Kaylee, when the delirium of spores they'd picked up on Red Post was heavy in their veins, and River had crept in--there was no way to tell how long she'd been watching; he noticed her presence when she chose for him to, when she slithered across the floor to kneel by the bedside, shedding her gown along the way, and then she was stroking Kaylee's back with a look of longing on her face. Kaylee had moaned happily, and Simon could deny River nothing. Now he tries to make some kind of atonement, but he doesn't know how or to whom--to River, to Kaylee, to God?--and he knows his shame hangs like a pall over the three of them, turning everything wrong.

comment scribbling--the four remaining jossverse pairings

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I notice that I went--what, 9 days?--without posting anything, and now I'm posting, like, 9 entries a day. I have mood swings apparently. My god, who knew. I can't even promise this'll be my last post today. I'm so bored and yet vaguely keyed up. If you're contemplating putting me on a yaks-too-much filter, I can understand. I wish I could predict my mood swings better, like, "The weather forecast is 17 more days of hyperactive posting, followed by a 14-day drought." But sadly, I'm more erratic than I can say.

Anna --> is leaving the office now