Just realized Derek's moment of crazy picking Karen for Marilyn is in fact very meta.  It is all they (and we) can say about Spielberg casting McPhee in the role.  "She's not the only choice, she's not the best choice, there's no real reason to think she can do it, but I WANT HER for a reason I cannot communicate, she turns (me) on, and I shall bend heaven, earth, and damn near everything else to make sure she at least looks like she's succeeding!"

For real, I still vibrate with rage.  I sit around, and imagine seeing how deeply I can stab whoever is responsible with my ballpoint pen.

( most lucid rant I've had )

I have words.  And thoughts.  Not so much, order in, are they.

Clearly time for a brain dump.


( as always, i'm never done talking, if anyone would like a chat, no need to even read, just drop a line ;) )

So I go to take the screen out of my window, so I can go for a smoke.  What is this?  I say, because there's a shadow at a bottom, and as I lean in to look, it's looking back at me.  Hello small toad!  I spend a bit of time getting the screen out and down, so I can get out without squishing the little guy, presuming he'll hop off it and away, and proceed to tread uber carefully across the yard, lest I smush another one.

I come back, and sure enough, not on the screen.  Unfortunately, sitting on my window sill.  Uh oh, says I, and try to pick him up.  At which point he jumps onto my chaise lounge.  Well, crap, says I, and try again.  A couple times, actually, since he manages to escape the two-hand grab, I'm used to catching crickets, and is hopping perilously close to the side of the chair, where he'll fall down between it and my bed and force some major furniture moving.  Happily, I finally snare him before he can slip between my fingers, and deposit him several feet from the window.  The screen's back in, but I have an inkling he'll be back.  Are toads attracted to light?


( What else? Derek/Ivy with Rebecca spec and revisitation to the "touch" theme etc )

Worked through the whole ep, but Ivy/Derek stuff is copied to the top because I love it the mostest.


( I liked Karen! But I love the id spec! )

How the heck do I lose so many lighters?  I find a lighter, I lose a lighter.  The ironic bit is I definitely have about 30, only I idiotically packed the bulk of them together and have now misplaced them en mass.

Yikes.  Moving on: a Thursday in ponderables.

*sleep sleep sleep*
(Mum) Did you take my tables?
(groggy) Did I take your tables.
(Mum, rudely) Did you take my tables?
(still groggy) Did I take your tables.
(Mum, crankier still) My tables.
(groggy and baffled) What tables?
(Mum) I guess not.

Can you launder an American flag?

Have I failed to notice 2 tables in the back of my car for 3 months?  (Happily, no)

Um... What letter does my last name start with?  ... What's my last name?

Beatbox Mozart?

Why is my wall buzzing?

I am stretching a piercing with an old headphone cable.  Am I offending some counter-culture?

Why do I always feel most alive on a chill windy night?

I admit to an ongoing fascination with reality programming.  Mostly the skill-based types, is how I justify it to myself, because at least everyone is focused on doing their thing, manufactured drama is minimal, we see the limits of human capacity and when they go nutters, it's the sort of nutters that happens in high stress situations.

But Full Metal Jousting is just insane.  Full stop.  I don't even know how it's a show, except that it's like a car wreck, and when two guys jump on horses and try to slam each other with a big stick as the horses run by each other, you just can't look away.

Imagine this; the quest for more Blood Ties on my mind, I decided to head to the library.  Halfway out the door, I was struck by the conundrum: where did the giant stick on our front porch come from, and why is it mov- oh shit, it's a snake!

Apart from one curled up in our garage, it's the first snake I've seen, and the timing is rather extraordinary.  A quick google search leaves me with:


I was heading out to grab smokes and write, diving into the world and the characters (the two things are melded, for me).  The show is about a vampire, changes in perception, transitions in life.  The superstition could go with any situation, I know, but it fits so well with Blood Ties and my motivations...  I just go O.o

The actual library bit was less exciting - of course our county has none of the Blood books, and it was $13 in late fines and half an hour of touch and go with Marina as the internet computers had me locked out, meaning I couldn't confirm the list I wanted.  I'm hoping the Canadian pedigree and counterpoint of the show will have me loving them.  On the spectrum, I'm a hard core sci fi fan, with a slight veer into space opera and an appreciation of classic horror (HP Lovecraft, marry me), so I tend to avoid adult fantasy wholesale and stick to the more primitive children's works, if anything.

This is one of those times I wish I could wave the indignation stick and ask "Why oh why did no one tell me about Blood Ties before?!?"  Alas, I was told, I put it on the back burner in case it wasn't that good, and now I'm feeling very silly and running about with my static jazz hand thing because a) amazing, b) more amazing and c) the first time I've seen a vampire immersed in a world and not had a small part of me whining about the eternal superiority of La Croix.   
I sometimes measure a show by how often it makes me cry, and I only cried 2.5 times, but it's more enticing for all that.  The ending, however, is very O.O  Please tell me there's fanfiction out there, please do not tell me if there isn't.  I don't even know why I'm trying to avoid mentioning spoilers.  Last I'll say for now is that if ever I was going to OT3, I OT3.