I am not human.

I might have to make wild passionate love to the next mattress I see.

Or, you know, sleep on it.

Unless there's been an explosion of conversation at LJ since last night (I haven't checked my flist yet), I'm really surprised that more people in the CM fandom aren't talking about this. *sigh* To be perfectly honest, I hate citing CMFB, but they're the only ones with the story so far. Meh. You can still comment to my post @ TTC instead. ;) You love me. LOL

Still, I'm sad. Harold, not so much, but it's still bothersome, in Wilder and Fisher's cases especially (in spite of, honestly, not being all that enthused with Wilder's contributions this season). Boo budget cuts. Those two were, overall, TEH AWESOME. *sigh* I'm going to cross my fingers that we don't hear a goodbye from Bruner after only letting him give us one stellar episode.

'Stellar' is my word of the moment, btw. I blame it on writing Garcia a lot more lately. :P

P.S. ~21,000 words of Hotch/Garcia (with porn!) is done. ijs.

Also, I'll probably be posting my "soundtrack" for the Rossi/Prentiss What Happens in Vegas universe soonish. We've started writing an AU of that universe, and I want to get it up before the AU starts getting posted this month. :)

For the record, I think April Fools day is mostly 'excuse to be an asshole day'. Not a fan.

Therapy in less than a hour. Dentist tomorrow. Voc rehab hopefully soon. No CM tonight. I am bitchy on day one of my days off already.

I demand a do-over for this week.

( blahblahblah car shit )

Randomly, Bear Grylls is still one sexy mofo, even with his face all swollen up and drinking his own urine from a snake skin.

Annnnd, in other thoughts, you all know how on occasion I can just babble about writing. So I have a general topic today, and I'd love to hear your thoughts:

Is it bad/wrong/weird/silly/stupid to get so emotionally involved in things you're writing that you actually cry when you're writing the "sad" parts, or have some other strong emotional reaction to some part of the fic? Has a fic you're writing ever significantly effected your general mood for the moment/day/week? How much is too much/over-investing? We all know that under-investment in a piece of writing can seriously effect the fic negatively, but do you feel like over-investment can do the same? Can over-investing can cause you to lose sight of characterization, or other Major Important Things? Discuss. :)

(*cough* that title is a lot more appropriate on lj)

It's about 4:10 in the AM. I spent three hours trying to sleep, and got nowhere, and now I've been up for over an hour and I'm not tired yet. So I'm sitting here, not sleeping, and not fully awake. All my knitting things are in the bedroom and I'd wake the husband digging for them. (I started a new scarf in autumny colors, and am experimenting in embellishing a little bit with a few beads. Scarf is pretty--thick rusty orange yarn knitted together with thick grey/green/brown yarn--but I'm not sold on the beaded parts yet.) There's shit on TV and my CM dvds are also in the bedroom. I don't feel like watching much else. Maybe Spaced. Ah, fuck it. I think I might try forcing a few words of fic out, and we'll see how loopy and strange it is tomorrow morning/afternoon. Or I guess that would be later this morning/afternoon.

*sigh* Oh, this is ridiculous. My cat is snoring extra loudly. I think he's mocking me.

Good thing I don't work tomorrow. I'd normally be getting up about two hours from now.

1. All the cool kids have their Dr. Horrible icons, and now so do I. I realize I am late to the party, but whatever. Much loff and all that - wonderful, original idea, brilliant ending. LOFF.

2. I am in lust with Paget Brewster. She does voices on Harvey Birdman and American Dad. She's gorgeous and has skin like she's been ingesting arsenic. She photographs spreads, on occasion, for Suicidegirls.com!!! ROWR! I am in LUST. Total lust for her. *cough* >.>

3. I love that my knitting needles advertise themselves as smooth. Why, yes. Yes, they are very smooth... until I chew on them a bit. I CAN'T seem to not put these things in my mouth (which is a shame, because they taste wretched... the crochet hook is tasteless--and not in the sense that it tells dirty jokes at inappropriate times--but it finds its way into my hands and mouth with less frequency.)

innerslytherin says that I should knit myself a Reid is a Big Ghey Ghey-Boy Purple Scarf. I don't think that's knitted, now that I'm looking at it, but I might make myself a big ghey purple scarf all the same. That is actually within my skill level: Level Zero: Squares and Rectangles.

4. I reorganized all my folders on the laptop, and now I can't find a thing. How dare I put my CM screencaps in the "misc > tv > cm > caps" folder?! That's just logical!

5. I had more to say. I've had an emotionally shitty week. Bad mojo or something. Ugh, just sucky. But I felt like I was being whiny when I had all that typed out, and this post isn't going to go on my RL filter anyway. So, this is my happy face. Feel it. Or should I say fear it? I'm not sure.

6. Might dye my hair black again. Or maybe blonde. I need a change. If I wouldn't get fired, I'd go blue.

Got here this morning, adjusted myself in my chair by pushing against the crossbar with my foot. The strap of my sandal ripped off (causing me to smash my foot into the desk), and I had to hobble around on one shoe and an achey foot until my husband came by on his way to work.

Been getting phone calls all day about groups we don't have, phone calls to managers that aren't being returned, and people who have left things and want to chew me out for it.

I also get this sort of half-laugh in my voice when I'm smiling on the phone, trying to be friendly with people, and this morning someone very brusquely told me they "did not appreciate my inappropriate giggling" when speaking with her, and that I was obviously not taking her seriously. First, I don't giggle. Second, I had to apologize for the way that I talk when I try to be nice to people: "I'm sorry, maam. I wasn't trying to be offensive." "Well, you are." Um, okaaaay... I'll just start being a bitch from now on.

Oh, and they can't seem to hire anyone that can cover my days off, so, yay for too many hours a week dealing with shit like this, too.

I can has sexay FBI agents having secks nao, and no moar work, pls?

[/whining]

Got up today and it's raining buckets. Last night there was no rain or wind at all, so I guess if the tree hadn't fallen last night, it probably would have today. And I swear I heard more tree crackage when it was raining today, but maybe now I'm just paranoid, as this tree seemed aimed directly at our apartment.

I waited for the rain to slow up, and then wandered around the building to get a better look at what happened in the light of day.

( I can haz lotz of greenery on my patio? )

So, I was just signing on quickly to add a quick tag to a Criminal Minds fic I'm writing with innerlsytherin, about ready to go to bed. And I hear this noise. It starts slowly, like a rumbling, then grows and sounds a little like lightning. We're not supposed to have storms.

The second I think "huh, that sounds a little like wood snapping," the sound grows really loud and then stops.

When I open the blinds to our patio, this is what I see: ( Read more... )

DEAR TODAY,

NO LOVE.

JENNIFER

It is sad that I have RP pr0n to be written and I'm at work. And speaking of RP, I am pretty much in love with thedressingroom (on LJ, I jsut now realised there was one here too!) Where else could I call some random Remus Lupin "YOU WONDERFUL QUEER"? Seriously. Win!

...Well, I took the advice of many of you that replied to my iPod emergency, but alas and alack, Eileen the iPod is dead. Utterly. She flashes the little apple logo at me when I try to turn her on, and then it fades and hangs there for a bit before dying again. Poor baby. Sad thing is, I don't even know if she had a warranty, and if so, how to prove I've had her less than a year as I kept no original paperwork. *sigh* It was sheer luck that I got her last Christmas just before my car's CD player stopped working, and had been using her as my only source of driving music since January. Now I am stuck with radio, which is just as bad and repetative as I'd rememebered. There is no Rasputina, and not nearly enough NIN for my liking! ...And, btw, when did Nirvana become "classic rock"? No, no, no, no, WRONG... I feel old.

Other random things... Still no progress on either SnuSa of merry_smutmas. In fact, I think I've taken a backwards step when it comes to SnuSa. :P ...I get to babysit tonight! ...I spent way too much time randomly contemplating ant sex and having Hava Nagila stuck in my head yesterday (those are unrelated, btw XD ...and, damn it, the song's back now!). ...And I have a pain in my foot that feels like someone is shoving a dull nail through the heel every time I stand on it... I think that's about it. Oh, and:

Dear GJ, please to be letting me edit journal entries now, kthnzbai.

MY iPod JUST GOT SOAKED IN WATER!!! MY BABY! WHAT DO I DO?!?! *places it futilely in dish drying rack* I was trying out the husband's new bike, and was wearing his camelbak hydration pack, and was using my iPod as a timer. As soon as I started actually biking, the camelbak leaked every last ounce of water out into the pouch my iPod was in (and down my back, arse, and legs). I can see water in the display window but it doesn't seem to have any way to drain out! *weeps* I haven't even had it a year! *wails*

This does nothing to ease the foul mood I've been in for the last two days. I know what part of the cause is, but I can't do anything about it without shooting myself in the foot, and that makes it worse.