December 20th, 2005


Damn you Joss Whedon and your timing. (Or possibly mostly Universal.)

Quick. Someone convince me that I should not go out and use my brand-new shiny sinless empty credit card to buy Serenity today. Because I definitely can't afford it. No matter how pretty and shiny it is. And how much I want it. And despite the matching fanguilt that I will get for *not* giving in to the fangirly compulsion to run out and buy it todaytodaytoday.

Come on.


Oh, who am I kidding? You people are probably the wrong ones to ask.

Especially since my own father telephoned me at nine this morning to ask me again "is it Future Shop or London Drugs which has the best price on Serenity?" It's not my fault. It's genetic.

Yeah. That sounds about right.



In other, slightly less fangirly news, I am almost done with holiday-type presents! *insert triumphant maniacal laughter here* I have a few more things to knit (three, to be precise, or one and one-half pairs of things), and I have to bake some things, and I have to get some current addresses for two people in Nova Scotia (*stares significantly at groundskeeper, not being sure whether bronwyneagles is currently at school, even, as she never answers her bloody email* - seriously, e-mail me your current addy, and tell me one way or t'other? And if she is still there, poke her for me, please?), and those things don't even get sent 'til after New Year's when they're back on campus, and then finish burning a few DVDs, and then I'm done. *repeat evil laughter* And I didn't even spend much money. Bwahah.

So, who of the regular crowd *is* coming to Boxing Day? I know some people said they were going out of town, but it would be nice to know which of you, so I can make alternate arrangements for your presenty-type-things.

Yule tomorrow. :)

Ta DA!

Finally bothered to check my grades, as other people posting things reminded me to do so. Result: A in the awesome discussion-group class wherein I was teacher's pet, A- in the Geek-Is-Of-The-Strong mystery lit class, and a solid B in the this-is-my-last-degree-requirement English where I only showed up to half the classes. GPA: 3.5. Hah! Go me. ;)

Done all the knitting, now just the baking and the writing. Can't do the baking right away, as it will go stale. And predictably, can't seem to write with nothing against which to procrastinate. Buggerbloodydamnargh. Still have to do it, though.

Didn't buy Serenity today, either. Can't decide if I'm proud of myself or feel guilty.

Also didn't feed the fishies. Sort of freaking out. Um.

mik100, is your day off tomorrow? We ought to go downtown and take shinies to dianahobart.

Gods. I have done so much knitting the past two weeks I don't think I want to even look at another ball of yarn for a year. Probably it will be less than that but for now, all yarn is anathema. (Makes going into dianahobart's apartment problematic, of course, but we'll deal with that when it comes to that. Sigh.)

On a more pleasant, less neurotic note, of those of you going to New Year's in Toronto, does anybody have snacky favourites? Never you mind why I ask. Just tell. ;)

EDIT: Gods. Does anybody else hate Jennifer Love Hewitt (or however the hell you spell it) as much as I do? Grargh.

Geek Pain

When I was in elementary school and enjoying the benefits of being drunk with power being the de-facto head of the Library Club, I would walk home very slowly, the drawstring Riverside library bag with the alligator on it dangling from one hand, holding a book in the other hand, reading. This wasn't really a problem, because most of the way there were sidewalks, and peripherally you can walk a straight line, or at least a line between curb and lawn, without smacking into anything. My peripheral vision developed pretty well mostly because of this habit, which my mother always swore would end with me bashing into a telephone pole (the joke was on her, as we lived in the suburbs, and telephone poles were by and large on the insides of the sidewalks and not really in my path).

Sometimes, though, when I get really involved in what I'm reading, my peripheral vision winks out of effectiveness and I don't see where I'm going. Like writing without looking, I keep walking more or less in a straight line, but streets don't remain straight indefinitely, and in New West there are more things-on-poles in less likely and logical places. My mother's failure to smack me in the head more often is doubtless to blame for the fact that today, after checking House of Leaves out of the library, I walked right into a signal post, with a loud and, to the group of small children behind me, amusing *clang*. Actually, I wouldn't have heard of House of Leaves if not for Livejournal, so I also blame you people. All of you. Even the ones who never mentioned the bloody book, which for the record is making me twitchy, not in the ack-the-computer-is-going-to-eat-my-soul way of Spirits in the Wires, but in the this-is-taking-a-long-time-to-get-into-and-I-am-absorbing-just-enough-detail-to-get-impatient way.


(Put a picture through that facial recognition software. Apparently I resemble Monica Lewinsky. And Anna Kournikova, and Kate Winslet. And... who else... Michael J. Fox. I don't remember the rest. I don't know how I feel about that. Although I think mostly the matches were because I was grinning. Er. *skepticism*)

Friend-who-asked-me-to-feed-the-fish has still not answered either e-mail or telephone message. Went there, snuck in, knocked on things, knocked on other things, phoned offices, got yelled at, came home. Am starting to panic. Thrive, little fishies, thrive! o.O

EDIT: I can't decide whether it's just vengeful and vindictive or actually childish that I am sort of looking forward to the canvassers for this stupid election. Possibly due to the Liberal canvassers during the last provincial election who not only treated me like I was three, but also seemed completely incapable of considering what possible issues a student with thousands of dollars of debt and what amounts to a minor in political science might want to discuss, rather than rambling about the economic boom and the tax cuts and the blah blah bullshit blah transparent garbage blah. Especially the Conservative canvassers. I might actually listen for more than three minutes with something other than contempt on my face this year to the Liberal canvassers, but for the Republican Alliance nutjob Conservatives who come knocking the expression is going to be, at least at first, something like acute puzzlement, then carefully studied calm disapproval, then condescension (depending on the height of the canvasser), then a calm and pitying dismissal including my hesitation about voting into public office somebody for whom the use or expression formal logic is so far over his head that its basic precepts might as well be painted on the bottom of an Air Canada jet.

See what I did there? ;)

THIS CANNOT END WELL EDIT: Did I mention that there is now a (password-protected) Paxverse Wiki?! That's right. A searchable database into which I have been inputting articles for a solid three hours, now, and am stopping at this moment only because I have run out of things I had already written down. *eeeeeeeeee* arion_knight is an enabler. That's right. So when I go mad in public and start explaining to strangers the difference between Natural Magic and Mutation and how they didn't figure out the relationship until Areahannah and Katia went into space, left the Earth's magnetic field, and were left only with biological mutations, and they come and haul me away and lock me in a padded cell, you'll all think well of me, bake me cakes, and blame him, right? Bake him a cake or two as well, I suppose, because I'll be insane, but happy, and hey, people imprisoned against their will get book deals and movie producers all the time, right? ;)