Decadent Scenes From Memory

Argh, cleaning. Some days I love it, some days I hate it. Today, I hate it. I'm finally tackling the damn bedroom, and I've cleared the floor. On one level, I know it doesn't matter that much. I'm only in there when I sleep, and no one else sees it but me. But there's this little voice in my head that says 'you're an adult, clean your damn room'.

Anyway, since I was thinking about cosplay and my next con - which will be PCC again - I decided to a) start planning my costumes and b) check the site to see what's up, when it is, etc.

Um. Holy crap, Wil Wheaton is a guest. I adore Wil Wheaton. I have since I was a much younger gal, hooked on Star Trek. And now I appreciate his writing and his brilliant mind. I've always, always wanted to attend a con where he was a guest, because I've heard nothing but how witty, friendly, and awesome he is. So I'm thrilled.

On to costumes!

I'm thinking, since it's Phoenix Cactus Comic Con, that I should do the comic costumes I've been planning. Which means:

Rose Red of Fables, in her 'Pirates of Upstate New York' ensemble. I get to make a cutlass! Needed Parts: Grey pants, red sash, white shirt with rose design, white rose choker, blue bandanna, cutlass, two pistols, short red wig.

Nico Minoru/Sister Grimm of Runaways. I honestly can't decide which of her outfits to do. I'm thinking the white shirt/black tie/maroon skirt from volume #11. That or the aristocrat-esque black jacket and maroon skirt with bandanna from #2-6. Either way, they're easy to put together/make, and I can use my real hair. I just need to go nuts with my extra-strength hair cement stuff to get the right spikes. And I'll have her staff, which is recognizable, so....

Suggestions as to which Nico outfit to do would be greatly appreciated! Black and White jacket outfit, best pic I could grab without being spoiled for the shirt and tie outfit.

I know I'm starting super early, but maybe if I start way in advance, I won't be rushed like crazy the week before. Six months should be enough time.

Right?

I hate when I can't tell if I'm being oversensitive, or if I have a valid reason to be a bit irked. I have a lot of issues when it comes to...appreciation and credit, I guess you could say. And sometimes I can be insanely irrational, and it kind of bothers me that I can't tell the difference anymore. :/ Ah well.

(No, I'm not going into detail, it's not worth it.)

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Next item on the agenda!

I know I repeat this every so often, but for the love of Hohenheim and all that is Elric, fandom is not as serious business as some people make it out to be! I'm talking, of course, about the long going wars over pairings/characters/what have you. I don't keep people who pairing bash/character bash/seriously get offended or upset over differences in pairing and favorite character preferences, so I am lucky in that I rarely see the sort of stuff that gets me het up on my my Flist.

But I am in a lot of communities, and I have to deal with it there. And I'm going to be blunt: if you're so damn invested in a pairing, character or series that you will defriend or yell at people over having a difference of opinion? Get off the computer and get a new hobby. Fighting or getting seriously worked up over what amounts to a bunch of pixels or printed letters infused with a fictional personality is ridiculous. Pretendy make-believe time is for fun, and real living and breathing people are more important than fictional ones. And all those people you're yelling at and insulting and degrading over the internet?

Yeah, those are the living breathing people.

(Not that it does any good to post this here, since my Flist is made up of sane people, but sometimes I just need to say it to make myself feel better.)

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I think I need to seriously and honestly stop setting myself up for disappointment. A handful of people know what I'm talking about. I know, I know, after my big angst fest I go and put myself through it again.

If I was feeling particularly snarky, I'd start experimenting, but I've already done enough data gathering on 'popular pairing fics get more recognition and feedback than non-popular pairing fics' over the years that it's not exactly worth it. And I'm not being bitchy here, when I say that. It's just how it works out. Popular pairings = more people interested in reading = more readers. That's what it boils down to - the more people who are interested in a certain type of story, the more people are going to read a story that contains it. I know some people can get defensive about statements like that, and just want to smooth any inadvertently ruffled feathers.

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I have a great deal of cleaning and whatnot to do today, and I'd better get to it. I woke up at a reasonable hour, oddly enough, despite having a hellish night. Back, legs, head and stomach were all bothering me. What can you do?

Oh, damned. I love you so very much.

(And by 'you', I mean everyone who plays there. :D)

Not even for any particular specifics right now, just in general. So many hugs and all of that to all my fellow players.

I'm apparently feeling remarkably squishy today.

Because I'm a sheep: Comment with a fandom and I will tell you my....

One True Pairing Ship:

Canon Ship:

"If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship:

"You are one sick bastard" Ship:

"I dabble a little" Ship:

"It's like a car crash" Ship:

"Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship:

"Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship:

"Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship:

"When all is said and done" Ship:

Though I'd like to just say that for me, all 'OTP' means is 'favorite pairing'. The closest thing I have to an actual, conventional OTP is Henry/Eileen, but I'll still occasionally pair them with other people.

Moving on!

Sorry I didn't really reply to emails or things yesterday, and completely failed at comments last night, I just got a little overwhelmed. I hadn't really been able to RP for a bit there, and once I jumped back in everyone was around, and it just sort of was a constant cycle of comments and posts. But it was fun! Even if I was getting a little frazzled towards the end there.

I was going to finally clean my bedroom and get the furniture the way I wanted but...there's an X-Files marathon on, and I need to finish Seeing Red before tomorrow morning - when I'm passing it off to my niece - so I think I'll clean tomorrow.

I keep thinking it's Friday for some reason. I also slept until 11:30, and I'm pissed off about that. I had a restless night last night, plagued by incomprehensible dreams. I fear hallucinations again. :/

Woo, am catching up with RP! And my ponies. And holy crap, Cabrilla's genes are...insane. And dominant. Three air foals, all essentially variations on the same color. Purple. I'm gonna have to start selling some....

I'm still feeling drained and weak, but other than that, I'm mostly alright. nijawial! Let me know when you want to get together, now that I'm back on my feet! :D I'll bring video games and wine coolers!

I did a hell of a lot of reading while I was laid up in bed. Non-spoilery thoughts to follow!

Fables: Animal Farm: Wow, they stepped up the darkness and violence in this arc! And I'm not complaining, it just took me a little by surprise. Still very much enjoying this series, and love the characters. And I see what you mean about the art, zinjadu, but I honestly like the changes. I kind of want to cosplay Rose Red at some point. I can't thank nekokoban enough for getting me started on it!

Pet Shop of Horrors: Toyko V2: I think I actually do like the Tokyo series better than the original. I've always had a very soft spot in my heart for Pet Shop of Horrors - my first exposure being years and years ago, when I bought the 'movie' on VHS - bootleg, unbeknowest to me. There's just this wonderful Twilight Zone/Outer Limits feel to it, moreso in Tokyo than the original. And is it just me, or is there more humor? D seems a little more...whimsical. (And, um, I kind of want to seek out fic. I don't even know why.) Definitely eager to get my hands on the next volume!

Runaways: Tore through the second two trades, and holy crap! Love it. Love the characters, love the plot, love the twists, loved everything. And I can safely say that I absolutely loved how the pairings ended up. (I totally called one in volume 2, and was happy to see I was right and not just hoping. :D) There's...more of this series, right? I mean, it's still going on in monthly issues, right? Because I need more. Thank you so much, attilatehbun, for sending me these!

I also read two of the Dark Angel companion books, which I very much enjoyed and...recommend to anyone who liked the show, basically. They're pretty typical for companion books, but the ones I've read so far make a damn good effort to keep the feel and world of the series preserved, which is a step above a great many other volumes for various series.

As for my whacky email from yesterday, I deleted it and blocked the email address, because as hilarious as it was, I don't feel up to attempting to investigate or figure out what this person has against me. I would have responded to the weird review, too, but it was anon with no email left. I shall only say that if someone has trouble finding fluffy Roy/Hughes fic on ff.net, they're doing something wrong.

I need to do laundry now, because I am completely out of clean clothing! Then it's back to RP!

I was going to make a big whiny post about some bad news I got this morning, but I have decided not to.

I look really good today, I'm all dolled up in casual lolita, I'm going out and getting new things to read, it's not crazily hot, I'm not feeling sick today, I'll be hanging with nijawial soon, I'm writing again, I'm enjoying RP again....

Plenty of things to be happy about, rather than upset about.

I'm just going to try and enjoy my day out.

Feeling much, much better this morning. I actually turned to pills last night, I was in such bad shape. I pretty much stayed on the couch with an artful construction of pillows under my neck and back to try and ease the pain. I watched VH1 Rock Honors The Who, which was great.

I may not like The Flaming Lips terribly much, but their Tommy Medley was absolutely amazing. And Tenacious D covering Squeezebox was well worth the watching.

Tomorrow I am apparently going on a 'Girls' Day' with my mother, sister and nieces. While Girls' Days with family don't terribly appeal to me, I've been promised a stop at Barnes and Nobles and a bit of cash with which to purchase things from there. Hoping to pick up the next trade of Fables, volume two of Pet Shop of Horrors: Tokyo and the next VHD book.

And I really need to find out who around here will be carrying The Stand come September. We do have a comics shop, but it's kind of out of the way - even for us. But it is near my sister, so maybe I can work something out with her. She knows my love both of graphic novels and of The Stand.

I really do have a hell of a lot to do today, since I won't be around tomorrow, but I fell behind RPing last night. :/ Ah wel, I'll just have my lunch break....before I even start.

I have a freezer full of frozen paninis and piroshkis. This makes me happy.

Title: Prologue: Blood, Brass, and Bounties
Fandom: Death note
Pairing: N/A ATM
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Naomi Misora, L
Warnings: Some minor violence
Word Count: 2,195

Author's Note: This is a Steampunk AU written for dn_contest's Historical AU challenge. For those not familiar with Steampunk, it's essentially a blending of Victoriana with a science fiction or fantasy bent. Some examples include the works of Jules Verne, League of Extraordinaty Gentlemen, The Time Machine, and even Fullmetal Alchemist. And while I intended this to be just a little 'case' fic, it sort of spiraled into a Steampunk detective novel, so this is...a stand alone prologue, so to speak.

Summary: A serial killer, dead rent boys, a secret military 'archeological dig' in the desert, and the confusing death of a vacationing Gentleman all point to something amiss in the village of Tabernas. And it's up to the world's greatest crime solver and his bounty hunting companion to solve the mystery!

( Blood, Brass, and Bounties )

I remember saying, a few days ago, that clearly there had to be something in the water, or the planets are in some strange alignment. And I think the same goes for today, because my Flist is full of people who have just had Bad Nights, Bad Mornings, and Bad Days. And I'd say half of those were directly proportional to Other People Being Assholes. :/

So lots of hugs and well wishes to everyone on my Flist who needs it. I'm doing my little gimpy dance for you, even if you can't see it. ;)

Lost internet last evening, for longer than normal, and ended up feeling ridiculously sick and not sure why. I felt nauseous and dizzy, so I went on my deck to get fresh air, and I mostly just felt exhausted. Listened to Alice Cooper, and he actually said something that I've been trying to verbalize about today's music for a while.

There are no larger than life musicians right now. There are no David Bowies, no Mick Jaggers, no Pink Floyds, no The Whos, no Led Zepplins. There is no handful of larger than life rockers, and just a great plethora of smaller than life ones. He mentioned, specifically, that The Darkness in a unique position to revive that form of rock. Because they are a throwback to the mega glam rock bands of the olden days.

And I have to agree. Their sound, their look, their attitude... it's very musically anachronistic. And I do feel we need that again. I know I'm terribly biased, but I think it's time modern music looked to the past for inspiration. Remember the origins of these so-called 'genres', which have been warped and blended and meshed together until no one even really knows what genre they even play anymore. Harken back to the gods of rock, and offer them tribute!

Because as The Darkness proves (and the fact that The Eagles, Meatloaf, The Who, etc are all making well received comebacks but haven't changed their sound) the old ways are still good when it comes to strumming the old guitar.

Anyway...turns out I just overworked myself yesterday and wasn't putting in enough fuel. My healthy calorie intake is 1,300 a day....and I had maybe 360 yesterday, if that. So it's no wonder I was feeling like crap last night. I'm thinking putting off cleaning the bedroom until tomorrow, and reorganizing my work room today.

But first, a shower.

Title: It's Better In the Matinee
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Naomi/L
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1196
Warnings: Mild voyeurism
Author's Note: Written for 30_lemons #2, 'Audience'. As with almost all my Naomi/L fic, takes place in an AU where Naomi quit the FBI following the events in 'Another Note' and works with L.
Summary: She couldn't understand how he could so impassively spy on the lives of so many, without their knowledge, and feel no guilt over it. She felt guilty even catching glimpses of his surveillance monitors....

( It's Better In the Matinee )

Not done, but getting there. I finished setting up my makeshift 'media center', and now I'm organizing crap and bringing things from the bedroom to display in the living room.

As I was moving action figures, my dad came down on his way to the garage and looked it over, and asked about where I was putting what.

I told him my original FFVII figures were going on one tower, and my Cowboy Bebop story figures were going on the other. He looks it over, nods, and then asks:

"But where's Sephiroth going to go?"

Because apparently Sephiroth is so cool, he can't languish unseen in the bedroom. So I moved my cable box back and put Sephiroth on one side of the box, and since D is about the same height with his stand, D will go on the opposite.

I'm tempted to position them with their swords out and aimed at each other.

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I've so far moved all my anime (I had a lot more than I thought I did, and half these DVDs have never even been opened), all my series boxed sets (Highlander, Lost, Kingdom Hospital, Criminal Minds, Harsh Realm, Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, Buffy, Legend of Zelda), all my movies, and a selection of comics, trades and manga. Oh, and I found my original Star Wars boxed set - the very first boxed set ever released, after Return of the Jedi was on VHS. I doubt the tapes are even watchable anymore, but still.

My living room is really shaping up. I need to get rid of this Osprey picture hanging over my couch. Which means getting one of my Ruth Thompson prints framed and hung in its place. I've got 'Shores of Avalon' and 'Howl'....

Once I'm done with this tower, I'm grilling that panini my mother grabbed for me this morning. Because I'm beat.

I'm posting this not only because I'm about to do mass amounts of physical labor and know I will be in worlds of pain and a foul mood in a couple of hours, but because there are most definitely people on my Flist that I want to steal this and post in their own LJ. I mean it! All of you out there having less than great times, take this meme and be loved! *hugs all around*

Anyway, finishing my media center today, cleaning the oven, laundry, baking once the oven's clean, bathroom, counters, vacuuming and scrubbing floors. Yes, that's my to do list for this morning. We won't touch this afternoon until it comes.

Anyway....Meme!


"Do you ever want to make an entry that says "LOVE ME, I FEEL LIKE CRAP," but that's kind of not a good thing to do because it's attention whoring?

"... Well. I don't care right now.

"LOVE ME GUYS. I will do my best to love you in return. I WILL NOT TELL YOU HOW I PLAN TO DO THIS, but I think it would be nice for everyone to have some love right now. You can even take this as a MEME and go attention whore in your own journals. Switch it up, make it a thing where people give you new icons, or write you fic, or bring their RP characters in to be obnoxious. WHATEVER MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER."


ETA: I was walking through my living room....holy fuck, Wolf Lake is using Chumbawamba's 'Mary Mary'. I've never, ever heard that song anywhere other than my computer/MP3 player.

I was walking through and heard the line I use in all Maria icons and fic titles and things - 'whatever happened to Mary?' - and it really just threw me off and made me excited and I had to share. Even the TV is offering love! ;)

Title: Glowing Like The Metal On The Edge of a Knife
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1156
Author's Note: Written for a 30_lemons claim, prompt 1 'Anonymity or Taken By the Stranger'. Takes place in my AU.
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
Summary: All Naomi had needed was a ride back to the hotel, but a stop in traffic sends the night down a different path....

( Glowing Like The Metal On The Edge of a Knife )

So today I pretty much just decided to just write pr0n. It's one of those days, you know? Grabbed a bunch of centi_porn prompts and did a bunch of drabbles.

We've got a variety of fandoms, pairings and kinks. So...be warned!

Pretty much everything under the cut is NC-17 or R, except a couple of the Naomi/L ones because L + sex = Very Difficult to Manage.

( Death Note, Naomi/L, 'Kiss' )

( Death Note, Naomi/L, 'Naked' )

( Death Note, Naomi/L, 'Sweet' )

( Death Note, Naomisa, 'Arch' )

( Silent Hill: The Room, Henry/Eileen, 'Tremble' )

( Damned, Jack/Max, 'Bite' )

( Silent Hill 2, James/Maria, 'Warm' )

( Damned, Alec/Martin, 'Rip' )

( HBC, Shana/Valyn, 'Ice' )

( Damned, Alec/Martin, 'Blind', Light Bondage )

( Fatal Frame II, Mio/Hand, Mio/Mayu, 'Breath', Twincest, Autoerotic Asphyxiation )

( Silent Hill 2, Mary/Maria, 'Reflection' )

Well, whatever lethargy snared me yesterday, it's clearly gone today. It's not even ten thirty and I've already overhauled my living room, started laundry, cleaned my workroom and set up my one-of-a-kind chess set. It's just for decoration, as I've no one to play chess with, but it's a beautiful decorative piece.

Now I'm finally settling down with my morning mocha and getting online. I've still got a few more things I want to do, but my living room reflects 'me' a great deal more now. I also moved some of my figures out, and set them up. My mother thinks my Death Note triple figure is 'really neat'. So I don't mind having it up behind my TV - on the divider that separates my end of the house from the main kitchen.

I'm considering doing some major arranging and bringing in one of my modified CD towers for my DVDs. I'm just hankering for a change, I suppose. And as this is my living room, I'd like it to reflect me.

Which means yes, my living room screams 'Anachronistic Gothic Mega-Geek'. Which is fine with me. I think the blend of Victorian and morbid decor with various anime, manga and video game paraphernalia is an interesting blend.

Ever since I had that dream about James and Henry, my mind has gone back to all that fic and fan art I found for them as a pairing. And once more I find myself wondering 'but how would that work?'. And, similar to the thought process that led to the only L/Light fic I will ever write - but never post outside my personal LJ - I have begun to ponder how it could be done where it's plausible and makes sense and stays IC.

And you know what? There are ways to do it, without going crazily AU. Or relying on deus ex machina. It's hard, and would take chapters and chapters of writing, but it could be done.

Not by me, as I have... a backlog of epic fics I'm already working on. (My epic Henry/Angela, my spanning-five-years-because-it's-the-only-way-L-could-ever-even-start-getting-comfortable-to-have-sex Naomi/L fic that nijawial and I hammered out and discussed, my CM/HP crossover for talia_speaks that spans an epic case....) But I am just pleased and satisfied that I could work it out to my own satisfaction.

Someday I will write the idea up, too.

I have finished my donut, I have RP posts to reply to, and then a bunch of small household chores. chaneystarr, I'll ping you when I'm done!

I was up relatively early for a Sunday morning - 9:30 - and was awake in time for my dad to wander down and offer me breakfast. I popped one of my pills and feasted on ham and eggs and toast, and it was delicious. I just ate the yolks, to be safe, but it was still quite tasty and I haven't fallen over in the fetal position with gut cramps yet, so I figure my pill worked.

Last night I lost internet, so I popped in the first DVD of Getbackers and zoned out to goofy fun anime. I also finally found a way to keep my new DVDs neatly displayed and contained in my living room. I dug out my box for that Death Note triple figure I got at Sabo, and it happens to be the perfect shape for holding DVDs. It's currently housing Getbackers, Saikano and Aeon Flux.

Speaking of, I think I'm going to bring the figure itself out here. It's currently on top of my bureau, but it's somewhat hidden behind all my PVC figures. And I certainly can't have those out here - well, I could, but I'd feel slightly awkward about it. It's bad enough when my dad happens to pop his head inside my bedroom and comment teasingly on the half or near naked 12 inch high anime girls all over my room. It would be even worse if they were in my living room.

This will of course ruin the eventual Steampunk decor I'm aiming for, but meh. I can put it on the shelf behind the television. It will look just lovely between my apple teapot and my Sanrio lunchbox.

I really need to organize my crap.

Piroshkis came out delicious. I ate two yesterday, and my mother heated two up for brunch today. The rest are in the freezer for later. We're trying the pub again today, despite our last two visits being less than great. But they have the best ale in town.

Thunder's starting up already. I should take my bath before it hits us.

I have over 1,000 words of a Death Note Steampunk AU mystery/thriller written. It's nice to be writing again.

I had one of those experiences yesterday that shakes you to the core. Not in a good or a bad way, it just shakes you. Stumbled upon the Livejournal of an old, old ex. I didn't read any of it - I felt far too close to stalkerish just looking at the userinfo - but it really hammered once more how far I've come and how much I've changed.

Apparently Sci-Fi channel ran out of bad horror movies to show. This almost makes me sad.

My piroshki dough is rising - I added a little more brown sugar than the recipe calls for, because it really makes the dough. I'm getting hungry already, thinking about them.

There is a wall of blackness headed towards my isolated ranch, and I'll confess, it's making me nervous. I can't even see the Bradshaws, which means those dark storm clouds could well be a dark sheet of rain. The temperature has been fluxing between 89 and 70 degrees over the course of the last few hours.

I'm almost worried my Century Plant is going to end up breaking due to the weather. And it's so terribly close to blooming, too. I have my fingers crossed that it holds out just long enough to bloom. There's something very humbling about realizing you'll be one of only three people to ever see this plant bloom. (I of course intend to take pictures, but that's a bit different.)

Speaking of! talia_speaks finished the editing from our last shoot, and I'm happy with them photographs! We went in a different direction than usual, but it was fun to play around with something new. And it was such a great day, anyway. As always, her photography skills are incredible, and she manages to find angles and lighting arrangement that make me look like something other than a corpse. (Though I saw clear evidence of my slacking in the photographs. Ah well, I knew it was inevitable with my health and the weather over the summer.)

I'm torn now between playing more Origins (more points for having area names that are sure to invoke a shiver) or cleaning up my workroom. I essentially just dumped my stuff on whatever area was clear, and now it's rather a mess. Though I'm amused at the random juxtaposition of items. A Furuba hat, a wine bottle, a dozen or so springs, some fake flowers, boxes of cigarettes, an old copy of The Divine Comedy, a tin of cashews and a scattering of wig heads that resemble the victims of a sociosadist with a blinding fetish...

I'm actually inspired to write. (And something other than deviant AUs or the epic monster SH2/SH4 crossover I've undertaken.) It's been some time since a bunny bit me hard. Perhaps we'll see where it goes....

I am still hankering for fan art of Valyn as The Godfather. I curse you Vista, for taking my Sims from me! Because with Sims, I could not only emulate that, but I could have a great deal more RP icons for my IJ journals.

I saw the box art for Homecoming today. It made me weak in the knees with want.

I'm going to buy an XboX 360, aren't I?

1 1/2 teaspoon yeast
2/4 teaspoon brown sugar
3/4 cups hot water
1 egg
2 tablespoon oil
1 teaspoon salt
3 or more cups flour - one half white, one half whole wheat

Dissolve the sugar and yeast in the water, allow to sit for fifteen minutes. Beat egg, add oil. Add oil and egg to yeast mixture. Stir in the salt and start beating in flour a little bit at a time cup at a time until dough is dry and doesn't stick to your hands. Knead for five to ten minutes, place in lightly oiled bowl, cover and allow to rise for 2 hours.

Roll dough and divide into rounds of about four or five inches and relatively thick so they won't fall apart when you fold and press them. Fill with filling, fold over into a half circle, brush with melted butter and bake for 20 minutes at 400 degrees.

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I like ham and cheese, beef and cheese, and chicken and herbs for the fillings. But really, you can stuff them with anything.

Forgive my whiny emo earlier, it's just I've only been up for two hours and already it's been One Of Those Days. There was crap I really didn't want to deal with on the answering machine when I woke up, it's still wet and stormy, and my paranoia launched into overdrive.

Now that I've had my morning mocha and smoke, I'm feeling better.

Lost power last night, which meant I essentially sat in the dark for a couple of hours listening to Nights With Alice Cooper. That man is born to be a DJ. And he knows his audience oh so well. And since it was Friday night, he played a lot of off the wall, rare recordings which I always enjoy.

I'm catching up on RP stuff! There's leftovers so I'm not cooking, I did laundry last night, I'm saying 'fuck it' to the cleaning, and my hands are in no shape to sew or anything like that. And as I said, I've got some exciting plans this nightshift! (And no, none of them involve the new areas. :D)

I had very bizarre dreams about James and Henry last night. Something along the lines of...James moving into apartment 303, and the two of them went bar hopping together, and talked about starting a band....

I don't know.

I'm so not getting my Silent Hill fic done by the 16th. I knew I wouldn't, but that's okay! It'll be finished and posted eventually.

I should eat. And see about finding room for my Getbackers DVDs, because I sort of want to watch that today - or at least have on in the background the episodes I've already seen.

Holy crap, all of a sudden I started feeling really sick. I was pretty bad yesterday, with my arthritis, but today I feel nauseous and weak and disoriented all of a sudden. Maybe baking wasn't a good idea. O.o

Also! Alright. Fine. Guns N Roses is classic rock. I've accepted this. It's taken me a damn long time, but I've come to terms with this.

But Whitesnake? They weren't even founded until 1979! How the hell is Whitesnake classic rock? I mean... that was only...

...about thirty years ago.

Oh holy hell

ETA: Haha. Apparently the local classic rock station heard my angry thoughts, because following Whitesnake they played Pinball Wizard, People Are Strange, and Another Brick In the Wall II. That's more like it!