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Nov. 16th, 2004 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanLast night, I was home before midnight. On a Monday! Before nine, even! Yesterday really was such a coup in so, so many ways - we talked about obscenity in Law of Mass Comm, lunch at Broward was fabulous, I had all the insightful answers during Online Comm as we discussed the definition of what's a document and the Internet being treated and governed like print media in law, wrangled eight points on an exam from a week ago from Foley, who also gladly acceeded to serve as a reference for my resume, Writer Bridget, Desk Chief Natalie and I nearly blew off work when we found out Bridget Jones was released early but settled for swooning over Colin Firth, and Ryan One-of-Three shook his head at us but made a Copy Desk-only Starbucks run anyway. Darling boy didn't even need to ask what I wanted. I [heart] yesterday.
I love how we're all one by one slowly succumbing to Harry Potter fic. It's like the worst kind of crack from the shadiest dealer ever, either totally addictive or the worst trip ever depending on the batch, but we all get there eventually and damned if we don't come back for more depending on your level of masochism - I read all of If You Are Prepared, which I'm sorry to the ladies who recommended it, was among the most unnecessarily drawn-out, cliched, badly written, grating kind of torrid, tawdry romance novel stuff, and haven't lost faith.
That Justin and Keri-girl remix of Headsprung? Awesome. He harmonizes with himself! It's all swoony and booty-shaking good.
Today was pretty cool as well. McKeen, in suit pants and dress shirt and Superman tie, lectured in Ethics about why people hate journalists and the role of pop culture in shaping these misconceptions. Mostly though, he talked, and I took avid notes and hopefully didn't look dreamy enough to draw attention. Redeemed my cards for a free Subway lunch of Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwichmmm, and lab was slow enough to allow a few wee naps. Also, my dark-gray-with-pink-pinstripes H&M blazer is even hotter than I knew, one compliment and two check-outs later on my walk home. Rawr.
Fandom Catch-Up!
10.31 - Joey was in attendance at Chris' Halloween party.
10.06 - Off from Heimlich maneuver duty for his poolhall buddies, Justin and Cameron have a tiff with a couple of covert photogs outside Chateau Marmont. Or rather she throws the punches, he says the catty lines.
11.12 - Britters with child? Mazel tov, so far as you care what I think, though some bystander overhearing K-Fed on the phone isn't the way these things should be outed. *sigh* I hope she's happy. I liked this a lot and can only hope for her that it holds a glimmer of truth.
11.13 - ODB died. It's announced that Britters is going back to school at Pepperdine in Malibu. Drama at the MF boards concerning someone claiming to be JC and sending members what I can only discern to be lascivious e-mails. Teeheehee. Smart money's on Joey.
11.14 - JC and Eva are too darling for words. The one of them looking at each other from last night? Almost stopped my heart. There was hands-over-mouth squeeing to spare the roommates' ears. Good that at least one good thing came out of the train wreck that was the AMAs.
11.15 - The $25 Million Hoax is possibly the most inane, painful thing ever, but that squeal you heard? That was me when they showed Lance in the recording booth with Jessie. Hm, didn't know my affections ran quite that... loud. Also, heads up, J - apparently when JC is not putting in waffles and facetime with Monsieur Fatone in LA, he jaunts over to your little villa on the other side of the country for sushi with Eva.
As for the rumor of Chicago for Challenge? Meh. Though I'll always be grateful for it providing a venue for my meeting Michael Rosenbaum and bonding over driving pretty cars too fast, the city's too big and I don't know anything about it.
Now if I could just write something besides gushy LJ entries and the HTML would cooperate even a little bit, we'd be in business.
In the meantime, a little real-world social consciousness.
"[I]f gay people in the so-called heartland are firmly in the closet (and understandably so), then i think the rest of us have an obligation to go there and befriend people and change their minds. i mean, i can be a little bitchy at times, but i don't think anyone who's actually met me would call me more of a threat to america than poverty and terrorism. so let's go dyke up the red states, people. who's with me?" -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athena426
This is a fascinating and possibly worthwhile idea. I read an article somewhere about the civil rights movement and how it was hard to ignore black people because, well, they were very visibly black. And they were your lawyers and and salesclerks and the person sitting next to you in the pew of your church. Gay people, especially in the Heartland, and rightly so for fear of harassment, mostly play it close to the vest, but that's no way to make other people realize just how numerous and just like them they are. Easy for me to say as a white heterosexual woman, but it's a good point.
However, while there's more interim Rake sequel fic (*snogssynecdochic*) my continued presence here borders on the ridiculous. Ta!
Quotes of the Day:
"I'm thankful that 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell,' by Susanna Clarke, was almost as good as its lyrical first reviews... but it's not Harry Potter for grown-ups, as so many of them said. Harry Potter is Harry Potter for grown-ups, you dweebs."
- Stephen King
"Watching the Madison Square Garden concert. Why did I never notice before how nice JC's butt looks in his space cowboy pants? Probably because no one really looks at the back with what's happening in the front, but nevertheless."
-seeksasylum
"Don't get excited, he's not over forty-five."
- a cheeky Ryan One-of-Three as he flips through a men's magazine's modeling section as I stood by his shoulder making a phone call
I love how we're all one by one slowly succumbing to Harry Potter fic. It's like the worst kind of crack from the shadiest dealer ever, either totally addictive or the worst trip ever depending on the batch, but we all get there eventually and damned if we don't come back for more depending on your level of masochism - I read all of If You Are Prepared, which I'm sorry to the ladies who recommended it, was among the most unnecessarily drawn-out, cliched, badly written, grating kind of torrid, tawdry romance novel stuff, and haven't lost faith.
That Justin and Keri-girl remix of Headsprung? Awesome. He harmonizes with himself! It's all swoony and booty-shaking good.
Today was pretty cool as well. McKeen, in suit pants and dress shirt and Superman tie, lectured in Ethics about why people hate journalists and the role of pop culture in shaping these misconceptions. Mostly though, he talked, and I took avid notes and hopefully didn't look dreamy enough to draw attention. Redeemed my cards for a free Subway lunch of Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwichmmm, and lab was slow enough to allow a few wee naps. Also, my dark-gray-with-pink-pinstripes H&M blazer is even hotter than I knew, one compliment and two check-outs later on my walk home. Rawr.
Fandom Catch-Up!
10.31 - Joey was in attendance at Chris' Halloween party.
10.06 - Off from Heimlich maneuver duty for his poolhall buddies, Justin and Cameron have a tiff with a couple of covert photogs outside Chateau Marmont. Or rather she throws the punches, he says the catty lines.
11.12 - Britters with child? Mazel tov, so far as you care what I think, though some bystander overhearing K-Fed on the phone isn't the way these things should be outed. *sigh* I hope she's happy. I liked this a lot and can only hope for her that it holds a glimmer of truth.
11.13 - ODB died. It's announced that Britters is going back to school at Pepperdine in Malibu. Drama at the MF boards concerning someone claiming to be JC and sending members what I can only discern to be lascivious e-mails. Teeheehee. Smart money's on Joey.
11.14 - JC and Eva are too darling for words. The one of them looking at each other from last night? Almost stopped my heart. There was hands-over-mouth squeeing to spare the roommates' ears. Good that at least one good thing came out of the train wreck that was the AMAs.
11.15 - The $25 Million Hoax is possibly the most inane, painful thing ever, but that squeal you heard? That was me when they showed Lance in the recording booth with Jessie. Hm, didn't know my affections ran quite that... loud. Also, heads up, J - apparently when JC is not putting in waffles and facetime with Monsieur Fatone in LA, he jaunts over to your little villa on the other side of the country for sushi with Eva.
As for the rumor of Chicago for Challenge? Meh. Though I'll always be grateful for it providing a venue for my meeting Michael Rosenbaum and bonding over driving pretty cars too fast, the city's too big and I don't know anything about it.
Now if I could just write something besides gushy LJ entries and the HTML would cooperate even a little bit, we'd be in business.
In the meantime, a little real-world social consciousness.
"[I]f gay people in the so-called heartland are firmly in the closet (and understandably so), then i think the rest of us have an obligation to go there and befriend people and change their minds. i mean, i can be a little bitchy at times, but i don't think anyone who's actually met me would call me more of a threat to america than poverty and terrorism. so let's go dyke up the red states, people. who's with me?" -
athena426This is a fascinating and possibly worthwhile idea. I read an article somewhere about the civil rights movement and how it was hard to ignore black people because, well, they were very visibly black. And they were your lawyers and and salesclerks and the person sitting next to you in the pew of your church. Gay people, especially in the Heartland, and rightly so for fear of harassment, mostly play it close to the vest, but that's no way to make other people realize just how numerous and just like them they are. Easy for me to say as a white heterosexual woman, but it's a good point.
However, while there's more interim Rake sequel fic (*snogs
synecdochic*) my continued presence here borders on the ridiculous. Ta! Quotes of the Day:
"I'm thankful that 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell,' by Susanna Clarke, was almost as good as its lyrical first reviews... but it's not Harry Potter for grown-ups, as so many of them said. Harry Potter is Harry Potter for grown-ups, you dweebs."
- Stephen King
"Watching the Madison Square Garden concert. Why did I never notice before how nice JC's butt looks in his space cowboy pants? Probably because no one really looks at the back with what's happening in the front, but nevertheless."
-
seeksasylum"Don't get excited, he's not over forty-five."
- a cheeky Ryan One-of-Three as he flips through a men's magazine's modeling section as I stood by his shoulder making a phone call
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Date: November 17th, 2004 06:50 am (UTC)Hey, if I can't be funny myself, then surrounding myself with funny people is the next best, logical thing.
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Date: November 17th, 2004 06:56 am (UTC)