Insane

It's not that the fic is dead, you see. It's that once again, Angel doesn't want to talk.

Oh, he'll stand there and brood. Maybe glower. Sometimes he sits and smokes a bit. And I need to write a 'Faith and Angel talk and plot' scene, but poor Faith is stuck doing all the talking. And smoking.

Damn you Angel! Talk!

Meanwhile I've been writing around the problem and working on a couple of other parts (Faith/Illyria...mmm), but knowing myself, I need to do this in a linear fashion, otherwise I'll just never get it done. This weekend man. Gotta do it then.

And er...ImayhavestartedreadingHPfic.

Sirius/Remus, yo. My only OTP in the HP-verse. And at the same time, I feel weird about reading fanfic for HP. I've sorta have this rule about not reading fic based on literature. I'm weird.

But I've logicked (which you can do! I don't care if it's not really a word) around that problem by saying, "Well, S/R isn't going to be explored any farther and..."

You know the "What would you do for a Klondike bar?" commerical jingle?

Well in my head, it's "What would you do-oo-ooh for a O.T.P.?"

Mmm. Sirius/Remus.

weather report

Ooooh, there's a thunderstorm a-brewing.

(Looks)

Huh. Is that a T-Rex or...noooooo!!!!










Hey, a girl's gotta amuse herself sometimes.

Gonna keep on posting...

Took me over an hour to get home, but it was worth it. Because the spanish music stations actually played music. Heck, I even sorta liked Ahora Quien by Marc Antony (oh how I cackle and groan at the Anthony/J.Lo marriage, and 'specially his truly shady divorce).

Good job, radio stations!

I've been going through my books and I have a few that would not be amiss at a new home. So if anyone wants 'em, they're free. You can e-mail me at regala_electra@yahoo.com if you'd like any of these titles:

Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner

Animal Husbandry by Laura Zigman

How to Be Good by Nick Hornby

Dreamcatcher by Stephen King

American Gods by Neil Gaiman - notice: this copy, is, how should I say? Very used. It's not ripped, but it has a lot of wear, thanks to my dad, who borrowed it and kept it in his toolbox. Yeah. The story has a happy ending though. He later bought me a new copy when I went to the Gaiman book signing last summer. So I have a sexy, signed copy now. *g*

By this list, my reading habits do not at all match up to what I'm usually reading. I read a lot of stuff before the 1800s (*hugs Shakespeare*) and I'm terribly behind in 'modern' novels. I blame that on James Joyce.

Hell, let me blame me not finishing the next part of Go Out Swinging on Joyce. Frelling A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man