The little devil on your shoulder

HAPPY BIRTDAY ignipes!!

You're a shining star and a wealth of talent. Every day you make the world a more beautiful and interesting place. Keep it up, yo!

Twelve-ish hours left on-call. And yes, I do count them down. Yesterday was busy. Today was quiet. So far. I've found that every single time I start a specific project, whether it's taking Henry for a run or walk, cleaning something, calling parents, or cooking, someone calls with an emergency. If I do absolutely nothing, no one bothers me. Go figure.

- Patriots v. Giants tonight. EEE!! The only two teams I follow. Am alternately yelling at/cheering for both of them. So far, it's an awesome game. Down to the wire. I ♥ Brady. But I also ♥ Eli Manning.

- In my time of doing nothing, I did manage to catch up on Once Upon a Time as well as Grimm. I'm still a little 'meh' about both. I think I'll keep up with them when I have free time, but not make time to watch, if that makes sense.

- I miss my summer shows already.

- Limited Release was finished! Speaking of summer shows, this is the bestest XMFC/White Collar crossover EVAR! Might've stayed up ungodly late last night reading.

- Dreams have been no less odd but at least less anxiety-ridden the last couple of nights.

Two feet of snow before Halloween. But we still have power. Booyeah.

Stay safe out there.

Oh, that stage of cleaning when things are temporarily much messier than when you started.

But I think I want to go to bed now. Finish tomorrow.

Guh. So I might've spent most of Sunday (when not seeing to various and sundry emergencies) mainlining most of S1 and S2 Supernatural. Not gonna lie, it was great to go back and remember why that was such a fantastic show. I ought to do it more often.

In retrospect, though I enjoyed through about season 5, it did start to lose some of its... hold? or whatever during S3. But then there was the Christmas episode and... Guh. Boys.

Um, so yeah. I kinda want to go back and read really early fanfic.

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Also been watching some X-men cartoons in the background. Blame it on Netflix's Watch!Instant offering and the utter lack of anything more interesting (*cough*republican debate or X-factor) on TV. They're a little awesome, though I have to giggle when I read that the target gemographic is boys age 8-10. Hee! :0

Oh, and in other Netflix-availabe cartoons (I swear this is relevant), Jensen Ackles was pretty sweet as Batman's nemesis in Under the Red Hood

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Okay, that's all. Happy hump day.

An open letter to my dog:

Those who do not like baths should avoid rolling in dead things.

I probably like fleas even less than you do.

The extra-special dog treats are not buried in the kitty litter.

We already went for a long walk today.

Tongues don't actually clean dishes better than sponges do.

There's this thing called daylight savings time...

The nail clipper is not possessed.

Is there any chance we could limit the puking to tiled floors?

These shoes are made for walking. Not chewing.

And the final thing I'd tell my dog if he understood me is that I love him anyway.

-Kristin

YAY! Three-day weekend is finally here after only twelve days of work. :-D


Okay, so I'd like to be writing. And to talk about stories. Preferably XMFC. I made Indian curry with mushrooms and salmon for dinner. I opened a bottle of wine I'd been saving, and it's just as LOVELY as expected (despite the staining on the cork, that terrified me it would be spoilt).

I'm almost done re-reading Jane Eyre and... dude, there's so much more sexual tension in that novel than I was even aware of in middle school. :-P It's great. I'm thinking I ought to re-read Wuthering Heights...

Simul-reading The Subtle Knife and The Neon Court, and it's a little surrealistic. I love it.

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Um, here's a snippet of one I've been working on that--the whole doesn't flow at all, but I really like this moment. ( Flying for the first time )

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Okay. That's what I got. Gonna see if Terra Nova is available OnDemand.

So, I was thinking about science fiction, and you know what I'd really like to read? A story in which time travel (via delorian or cry-preservation-stasis or whatever) can only happen in one direction.

You can jump into the future as often and as far as you want, but you can't ever go back. You can bypass the hard parts of life, but then you miss them and people grow up/move on without you.

Or you can go back to the way things were, live them again, but everyone will move on (or have moved on) without you.

I dunno. I just think that if you knew, going into it, that it was a one-way trip, it would change the entire dynamic of time travel on a personal level. And that's what I'd like to read about.

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I'd also like to read the end of that XMFC fic, Limited Release. I'm rather certain it's an orphan at this point, and that makes me rather sad. I'm pretty sure where it's going, but that's not the point. The point is that it's been such a fun story to get there so far.

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Which is why I don't read WIPs. Hell, I have enough orphans on my desktop as it is anyway.

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Speaking of XMFC fic, has anyone read any good stories about the trip back from Russia for Charles, Emma, Moira and Erik? When they know they've been duped and bad things are happening back home, and they just can't get there fast enough. OH, and they also have to keep Emma contained for the duration of the trip?

I had evening appointments tonight. Luckily, the last two or so cancelled, so I managed to finish on time (don't ask). There were so many fleas. So, so many fleas.

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate fleas?

There were also so many angry dogs who got diagnosed from across the room. I call this "creative medicine."

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Vampire Diaries: this really is the show of a thousand plots. Don't ever change, yeah?

I will be kinda sad if the tension between Elena-Stephan-and Damon ever has a resolution. Hmm.

And, n'awww, Klaus just wants an army to WUVVV him!

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I've been re-reading Kate Griffin's Urban Magic (Matthew Swift) series. Gowd, I love the magic in those books.

As much as I enjoy fantasy, there are few conceptions of magic that I really *feel*, you know? This is one.

Yet another installment in the saga of oddly political dreams:

I am suddenly the newest member in what was, prior to my joining, an angsty/metal/boy band. We play at a local cafe where, during our first performance, the rest of the group realizes that I HAVE NO MUSICAL TALENT WHATSOEVER (True in real life, too). Somehow, they cover for me. There are songs and it's all like a weird music video. I am playing an instrument not unlike a melodic kazoo. And then the band splits up because two of the guys are ulta-conservatives. I stay to hang with the liberal half of the band. Sometime around this point I wake up.

Seriously, brain?