It's so funny how my journal to journal migration seems like so much work to me and is so much more tedious and annoying than the transition from usenet to mailing lists to lj.

But today when I was thinking about that, I was like, man, in a way I miss atxc, which is where I posted my first piece of fanfiction and one of the first pieces of feedback was advice that I stop posting fanfiction.

So I googled atxc, and then I started thinking about how when I first started using usenet, there wasn't a Google to be googling with, so I checked out when Google was founded on Wikipedia, and then I went back in my Firefox tabs to the search for stuff on atxc; hello, web browsing ease I take for granted now that I'm not walking a mile uphill both ways (I had AOL) to get to the Gossamer archive.

I read the fanlore wiki about it (Wicked X Witches! debbilmice! 'actorfic' hee!), and there was a link to the google groups, so I went over there and the first topic is a Scully/Langly story (verdict: I do not think so, MSR 4eva!11!! how much do I still love them), and there's a story where Skinner finds Alex Krycek stripping in a gay bar.

You know I had to read the heck out of that, but I kept getting thrown because Alex Krycek, Gay Dancer kept clapping his hands and I was like, wait, he lost an arm; am I misremembering or did he like, grow it back? So then I had to look HIM up on fanlore, and he's still one-armed and probably dead, but a link led me back to Wikipedia, where I looked up Nicholas Lea because I haven't seen anything he's been in forever and I wondered what he's up to these days. That led me to the imdb page, where I realized that no, I actually have not seen anything he's done since 2004, wow, Men in Trees, Kyle XY, really. o.O

So I went back to the story and skimmed the sex scenes to figure out how Krycek got his arm back, and it turns out he didn't, it's just that he's really gorgeous and no one cares about it. He does get a new arm and a new identity where he's not a stripper anymore by the end of the story, but he keeps his stripper name, because clearly 'no one cares' means 'but he'd be better with it anyway', and he was only a gay stripper because he was like, passing time until Skinner came for him I guess. I got annoyed, and all told I'd spent a half hour wandering the internet just to wind up crabby on behalf of Jade Michales, ne Alex Krycek.

And then I realized that if I hadn't spent all that time wandering the internets poking at my very oldest fandom (1996), which is naught but a baby fandom compared to those of some folks on my friendslist...friends/subscribers lists?...I could've finished getting my dreamwidth account all nice and tidy instead of all leaving it all ramshackle the way it is now.

Too late, though, because then I devoted more time to this entry, which serves both a highly interesting and illuminating glimpse into the shiny and awesome inner workings of my mind, and my first test of the crossposting function, whoot.

Also. Um. Who wants to come over and watch like 15 episodes of the X-Files with me now? *grins*

I require distracting tonight, and since I can't seem to focus on reading or TV, why not meme? ignazwisdom reminded me of that photo one -- anyone want to tell me what to take a picture of?

BTW, I am very jealous of everyone's antibiotics. My doctor gave me inhalers instead of a Z-pack. I shake my fist at him, in a tired, still coughing, stuffed up, and miserable kind of way. Con crud! Harrumph.

The ladies in my office just set a new record for freak outs!

At 10:51 we received an email saying that the city is going to be working on the water, so our bathrooms would not be in operation tomorrow during the day, but the company hired portable toilets. At 10:53, someone said, with full on, earnest distress, "But I can't just wet myself all day."

\o/

I heart these ladies, ngl.

In other news, I keep jumping on my phone every time it rings, hoping it's Best Buy calling to tell me my computer is back inexplicably early and ready to go home! So far: my mom, my mom, my mom, wrong number. /o\

loveyouallwrong and I went down to Philly this weekend to see Modest Mouse with quettaser and have a sleepover with her, mmeguilotn and riadsala.

It was an excellent weekend -- except when a creepy guy in blue SUV was being gross at us on the highway and keeping pace/following us until I was thinking, "Seriously, wtf, do we call the cops?" Good timing for him to get off the highway. Ugh, why are some people just the skeeviest?

Uh, which does not account for our own skeeviness. In Philly, we played Patrick Sex Obstacle Course -- while he was wearing a hat? while you were both wearing hats? wearing hats, and he had his guitar? wearing hats, he had his guitar, and he was using his MacBook? okay, then you're ready for the big boss level: All of that, PLUS PETE. \o/

Also we talked about things you could shellac and put in an aquarium (a bass, goldfish, cheese whiz, a cat, Ray Toro, Ray Toro covered in cheese whiz, Ray Toro after you'd genetically altered him to be able to withstand shellacing and producing cheese whiz) vs things you could plug in and put in an aquarium (nothing, especially not a bass, even if you'd shellaced it.)

Yeah, I don't know either, but it was very funny at the time. &fangirls;

But anyway, Modest Mouse! I approve so much of bands that require 15 musicians and 40 instruments to put on a show. Mild exaggeration -- at one point, it was 9 people and 12 instruments -- but still. Two drummers! I approve! One of my favorite bands live (that I'm non-fannish about), perfect set list, great company, and nifty venue = awesome time.

It's just too bad about that 9 hour ride home. I'd be all *shakes fists*, but I don't have the energy. ;-)

Also re this weekend and its news, to the ICH commenters who are like, "Patrick is a saint of a bff," I'm just like, hello, Pete doesn't MAKE him sniff the bottle or hold the bottle, Patrick is very calmly like I WILL DO THIS THING, and then tells a gross story about other adventures in pee.

Patrick: AWESOME, but not exactly lying back and thinking of Chicago in these shenanigans. *grins*

And to close this teal deer of a post, my computer at home is randomly dead and must go in to be fixed, so my internet time for however long is going to be limited to what I can get at work. Good timing for our epic overtime, huh?

Did anyone else log in and get the undeadjournal header and a question asking whether they want to allow a 3rd party to republish their journal material?

I could write up an entire entry about how when I wake up sick in the middle of the night, I am the most pathetic and woeful person in the world, and everything is Doom and Horrors and Worst Case Scenarios, and in the light of day I am always vaguely fascinated, amused, and repulsed by it all, but I will spare you.

Mostly. *G*

Long story short, I am home from work today because I woke up feeling sick last night. I fell down a couple times when I tried to stand up, probably because my blood pressure was low -- surgery then going off the bp meds for a couple weeks w/out supervision then going back on, um, probably made my bp a little wonky, says my doctor -- and I hurt my ankle. I feel mostly okay now. My ankle is swollen, sore and bruised, but nothing to worry about. I've been taking it slow and my head feels okay. I'm going to see my doctor again pretty soon, so unless something like this happens again we'll wait until then to decide whether I can come off the bp meds for good, but whee. I will be not be hopping to my feet real fast from a prone position again for a while. Possibly EVER.

In other news, the most soothing thing in the world is sleeping kitties. Jack snores. I luff him. And it has been a long time since I made anyone look at photos of how flipping cute he and Sally are, so here. Have some pictures of my cats.

( ♥ ♥ ♥ )

And while I'm thinking about it, here are some photos from the art museum. A couple weeks ago, I went to see Coraline with janet_carter and lordessrenegade, and then rushed home to meet a friend at the museum. It was a good day! Coraline was so fun, and I had a great time at the museum -- they were doing a flora exhibit, with a gorgeous pond and landscape in their lobby, and floral representations of art in every room. I really love that stuff and took a ton of pictures. One I got yelled at for! It was pretty awesome, not gonna lie.

( The museum smelled like a garden. )

I did not take any pictures of the naked comic or sad, sad burlesque show that loveyouallwrong and I went to go see Friday night, so I have none to share. You're welcome. *G*

Instead I will show you the video that I think is the entire reason the internet exists: treadmill kitties.

And now I will go back to bed. <3

Hi locals! Do you have plans for next Saturday, 2/21? Because I have a birthday on 2/20 and would love to celebrate.

I am thinking of dinner in -- possibly ordering pizza or Mexican? or we could make tacos, that might be fun -- drinks, and hanging out.

Going out is acceptable to me too if kitty allergies are a problem, and I can find somewhere fun and inexpensive, that is no trouble.

So. Saturday, 2/21, say 7pm. Let me know if you can make it!

Hi friendslist, hi.

I know that not a ton of you are watching Being Human, but. It is a lot of fun and I am MADLY in love with George, and if you have a source for BBC programs which I know you do because we're all watching Merlin, I recommend watching this one too. A werewolf and a vampire and their ghost roommate! What's not to love, and think about a lot, and have a million fic ideas floating around for, I ask you?

Which, speaking of. I come bearing a story!

Title: If Lost, Return To
Author: giddygeek
Pairing: Mitchell/George, Being Human
Notes: 2700 words, adult. Many thanks to the LOTS of people who read this through for me, some without having seen the show because you don't really have to for this one -- misspamela, loveyouallwrong, astolat and kaneko. What, I've been anxious lately. *grins*

( Maybe love, not the wolf, is what keeps George safe. )



That's Mitchell, George, and Annie, from left to right. ♥ ♥ ♥

You know how sometimes, you hang out with fangirls and have a lot of fun, but one thing stands out in your mind more than anything else?

Yeah, I can't stop thinking about Crowley trying to vid, but no matter what songs he starts with, they keep coming up Queen.

Fangirls? <3

In other news, I have had A Week, you guys. A really nasty one. Topped with a really, really tough day today. I need to reply to comments, and I completely forgot about the podfic of the SGA found poem, and also I'm really bad at chatting. I don't know. I'm a little down. It'll pass but just fyi, I'm behind on the internets and not pushing myself to catch up.

I have my review, a Grown Up thing that involves Suits and Being Very Social, and some etc this week. If you have spare wishes for good luck lying around, I would not be opposed to you using one or two for me.

In other other news, in the spirit of avoidance, today we watched the pilot episode of a BBC show with a vampire and a werewolf who move in together and hang out on the couch and get haunted by a ghost. It is like the story of my heart, brought to the little screen! It took us less than 3 minutes to nickname one of the characters Butt. I recommend you guys find out why for yourselves. The show was called Being Human and I guess that in the actual series it'll be mostly different actors and a little bit lighter in tone, but. The pilot, you guys. Promising. PROMISING.

Also, Lea is wrong about Criminal Minds. In case anyone was wondering. Wrong wrong like a wroooooooooong wrong headed thing, and she is more than slightly off from right. It's kind of like that time that the sign at the exit ramp promised us food, but it lied, and we were mad about it for like six months, and then we found out that the sign was actually not lying and we were just really dumb. Except it's just Lea this time, and replace sign with internet and food with Criminal Minds, and that's how wrong she is. *nodnod*

Finally, if you ever feel like curling up on the couch with Jack and Sally, I recommend you be prepared to settle in for a REAL LONG TIME. How is it that the cuter the cats, the more difficult it is to wake them up when they've decided to nap on you? I'm pretty sure I haven't moved since 2004! ♥ ♥ ♥

You know, today is what New Year's should feel like and never quite does.

There could be no inauguration viewing at work, so at lunchtime, Intern A and I stole Intern B's apartment keys, ran down the block to his building, and watched it on his enormous flat screen with his cats for company. I loved every moment of it. I could hardly believe that it really happened. I looked at those shots of 2 million people gathered on the Mall to celebrate, and I just had to laugh even while I was tearing up. I thought, "This is us, this is the real US."

I know that the past eight years have been us too, have been our dark side and our greed, fear and anger, but. This massive party to honor the fair election of a man who encourages us to hope and to be responsible and to break down the barriers that still keep us apart...it's much closer to the image I hold in my heart and mind of who we are and what we stand for.

We brought dignity back, you guys. We elected a man who brought class, and kindness, and respect to his first day on the job. I had forgotten what it felt like to not be ashamed of my leader. I am just flat out grateful to be reminded today, and so, so looking forward to tomorrow.

♥