January 9th, 2007

documentation, writing, quill

Happy Rainbow Girl Links Again

http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=768 -- I would so wear that to work if I wouldn't get written up for it.
http://www.literaryreview.co.uk/badsexpassages.html -- URL says it all. Not safe for work. Not safe for sanity. Let your inner editor go wild over someone else's worst.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0825245/ -- I have another movie to propose for a possible appointment to the blonder half. (First one being Blood & Chocolate, as I have gotten wind of some advertisements for it that make me jump up and down and go squee.)
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38680 -- I think I'd get tired of that too.
http://community.livejournal.com/suggestions/664149.html -- one of the discussions in my journal spawns off suggestions about practically editing comments, with allowances for LJ's historical prohibition of same, and ideas to work with LJ's community gestalt rather than against it.
phone, cordless phone

More characters = more sanity.

"Visions of Paradise" is totally a Mike song. (For
those coming to this insanity recently, Mike is the
male lead in this past NaNo's wackiness.) Mick Jagger
is not such a Mike singer, but that song caught his
attention one day, even though he might not admit to
Connie that he likes it.

Having Mike and Connie to play with, so that I can
attach random insights and similar silliness to them,
is actually doing wonders for my sanity. It keeps me
from attaching too much time and attention to
"what-if", lightening a whole bunch of random angst
from my daily musings. I can't keep from making random
insights about stuff. I connect things. I draw
temporary conclusions based on past behavior,
character analysis, and gods know what-all.

If I can attach it as a certainty to a character,
instead of a "might-be" to a person -- my sanity likes
that a lot.
  • Current Music
    "Visions of Paradise", Mick Jagger
running, bomb tech

The existential angst at the roots of my teeth.

Dear fluffheads writing in places that are not strictly intended as fic search forums,
Please use the spell-checker before posting. You cannot spell, and you should have learned this by now, and started using the spell-checker in public places. It's like any other disgusting habit -- you may do it in private, and please keep it there.
Not much love,
the Lunatic

I had wacky adventures at the dentist today. I don't think I was thinking particularly clearly, but I wound up at least accomplishing what I came in for, sort of.

Turns out that my top right front tooth has a very old cavity that has reached the nerve. Dr. J said he'd finish up with the filling in the tooth next door, and then his secretary could talk with me about my options. While I was still horizontal, he let her know that she'd need to discuss "R-T-C" with me. I'm geek, and I did my time as a parent. I know all about code phrases like that. Collapse )

"Wackiness" does not even begin to describe it, I guess.

Throughout all this, I was reading Dangerous Angels, a compilation of all of Francesca Lia Block's Weetzie Bat books. Those books are seriously demented, at a half-twist from both reality and places like de Lint's universe. de Lint's universe has its finger squarely on the pulse of all the things that make me tick. Block ... that series, at least, is far more teenage. But it's good.

I IMed Joshie when I was feeling in need of some sympathetic human contact. There's nothing like a cracked-out discussion of philosophy as relates to the lessons that I learn via dentist appointments to set my mood back on track.