Since it's very possible that I will be incoherent with grief and rage tonight after the death of a certain most favorite character in all the world. So, before I descend, here is a bit of happy in the form of my favorite Hark! A Vagrant! comic:



R.I.P John Paul II. You were so much better than Ratzinger.


I finally cracked the hell out of the Pansy/Dean scene in FE that's been kicking my ass for months. This scene has been a large part of the reason the fic has gone so long without an update, but I've finally emerged from the wilderness! I think my main issue was that I didn't know what I wanted from the scene, but some unexpected meaty/serious business finally emerged, and we are a go. Even without the Pansy/Millicent confrontation, I'm currently at 25 pages. Hopefully, the length and the tons of emotional shit I packed in will make up for the long hiatus.


Now, if I'm unable to write meta for tonight's Heroes episode, then I'm sure you'll understand. Please excuse me while I proceed to drown myself in the fifteen pages of academic writing I still have to do this week. D: D: D:

Had a random conversation with an aging hippie musician in Starbucks today. The experience was charmingly disconcerting, like an organic core inside a mass consumerism peel. If that makes any sense.


I feel like this is the first time in ages I've been free to take a breath. So, naturally, I'm going to use this time to attempt finishing FE 9 once and for all. In order to speed up the process, I think I'm going to cut a large section devoted to Millicent/Pansy power struggles and save it for the next chapter. As of now, the chapter is over 20 pages long. That seems pretty long until I remember the days of forty-page chapters. Oye vey. There's an intense confrontation between Pansy and Padma in this chapter that I've been wanting to write for years now, and it'll be awesome to finally unload it on y'all. Really, this is a fairly intense chapter overall, but I don't think anyone familiar with my writing can be surprised. Even my fluff is angst-laced. ;)


I hope you all have a great holiday!


P.S: I don't really have anything to offer in terms of Heroes meta this week. The episode was good and all, but my notes on it pretty much amounted to three lines. I guess the episode didn't inspire anything from me other than: MR. MUGGLES IS BACK, SADFACE CAUSE OF NO LYLE, and OMG PETER WATCHING NATHAN SLEEP. That pretty much covers it.

I sure as hell took my time getting to the Heroes meta this week. I think I'm starting to emotionally distance myself from the show again now that we're nearing a certain absolutely final because it's a character that I love and the writers hate me like that death.

My bitterness might, just might, start showing up in my meta. Shocking, I know.


( The key word this week is anticlimactic... )

Before watching the television special, Princesses of the World, I was not aware that so many countries still have royal monarchies! While scratching my head in confusion over the fact that everyone actually isn't communist outside the U.S, I inevitably fell back into the "Well, why should I be expected to know about the Danish monarchy? I'm American, damn it" mindset.

Wait, are you unfriending me? Put that mouse down cause I'm just kidding! Sort of... Okay, my bad, y'all. ;)

Anyway.

I've been pretty absent from these parts lately. Mainly because I've been super busy. But not too busy to write Heroes meta, you say? Touche. However, you might have noticed if you've had me friended for long enough that I tend to go into avoidance mode when I'm unhappy or burdened in some way. If I don't want to think about something, then I'm obviously not going to write about it. I still kinda don't want to write about it, but don't worry, you're not missing anything interesting. It's just me undergoing yet ANOTHER existential, quarter-life crisis. What's new, you say? Exactly.

I've also been too busy to work on any of my writing (original or fic), so I think that's been contributing to my general crappiness. I need Christmas vacation like no other. There's a reason why most of my status icons have been set to "sleepy" lately.

Lastly...

Work was kinda hilarious today because a universally loathed BIG BOSS was fired. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that absolutely everyone was running around celebrating, yelling things akin to "Ding dong, Napoleon is dead!" Throughout the day, as people returned to the office, I would hear random whooping cheers as they each discovered the news. One lady kept yelling, "November 17th is Social Worker Independence Day!" Apparently, no one liked the guy whose name became synonymous with big boss corruption. Can't imagine why... Sometimes, it's nice to see justice served, even if that justice includes a severance package equal to two-years' salary. *Sigh* I'll take what I can get.

Dear Person Who Edited the Fallen Angel Wikipedia Entry,

I hate you. That page used to be filled to the brink with useful information for my novel-in-progress, information that I needed, including countless lists of names, links, charts, and cross-references that I was depending on.

Now? It's a useless stub from one religious perspective that provides no information to anyone. So, thank you for that.

Kiss off and die,

Me

Once again, it's time for heroes_meta. Seriously, I promise that I'll make a real update tomorrow. Really!



( Wherein I write some ACTUAL meta for once and not just bitchy snark... )

Woooooooee is me after this latest episode.


( Alas, dear sir... )

Lately, it seems that I've only been posting for heroes_meta. I'll try to be better about that in the future.

But for now!

( Once upon a time, in season one when the show was still good... until now... )

If it's Monday, then it's time for heroes_meta.


( OMG, Heroes, please never do a seasonally themed episode ever again... )

Oh my goodness.

After reading this heroes secret, I officially want Adrian Pasdar off of Heroes.

So that he can be on Mad Men.

Think of it: Pasdar, in all his shark-like, snarky glory vs. John Hamm, in all his shark-like, snarky glory. Wearing a jaw-dropping suit, he would stomp right into Sterling Cooper and raise some serious, sexy hell-- stealing secretaries and jobs left and right! Mmmmnnnn... Granted, Adrian would no doubt be playing more or less the same thing he always plays. Nathan Petrelli + Jim Profit + Mad Men = Delicious Yet Not Very Different Version of Pasdar. But who cares??? Because it would be Adrian Pasdar on Mad Men.

*Sigh* Of course, this will never happen because I already used up my fangirl wish when I wished for Aaron Stanford to be on Mad Men in a scene with his virtual twin, Vincent Kartheiser. Ah, well.

Sometimes, I'm amazed by what I get away with. I dropped the ball majorly this week not once, but twice. I forgot about a paper/presentation until an hour before it was due, and I thought a test was another day until I was actually sitting there watching the professor hand out the test that I had in no way prepared myself for. I ran, by the way. Yes, indeed, straight out of the room, through the parking lot, and into my Daewo, within which I drove away from the campus and that test.

By all rights, I should suffer some serious consequences for being such an idiot this week, but I won't. Because I've somehow managed to turn this fumble into a victory with absolutely no consequences whatsoever. Go figure.


Anyway.


I'm finally caught up on Friday Night Lights. After a glorious first season, they had me a bit worried in season two, but season three entirely makes up for it. Well, except for the part where I'm left emotionally shattered. Street 'n Smash. I just... guh. This show is so good I can barely stand it. And as far as finales go, I almost wish they weren't coming back in a few weeks for a fourth season because the season three finale was so perfect it could have been the end. It's kinda ridiculous how much they make you care about these fictional characters.


Also, I had a revelation today about my novel-in-progress. In my story's underlying structure, I've been unintentionally mirroring the story of Moses/Exodus from the Bible. I can't believe I never realized it before! Just realizing what I've been doing has broken down so many walls and problems I've been having with it that I'm really excited about where I can go from here. Of course, this revelation is also a bit of a burden because now I have to think deep thoughts about all the new issues this raises in terms of character motivation (etc.)...

Dear, Glee.

Every time William Schuster raps, a part of my soul dies.

Just thought you should know.

--Me


P.S: Rachel/Puck pawns Rachel/Finn. Just sayin'. Of course, Puck/Guitar pawns all. I would be much obliged if all of Finn's solos could be directed his way in the future.

P.S.S: This was the best and the worst episode ever. I hate you. And I love you. So there.

Heroes meta time.


( Wherein the pace continues to drag and ZQ's hair continues to frighten me... )

Saw Where the Wild Things Are.


( Some Thoughts. A.k.a Spike Jonze, what is wrong with you? )

My favorite episode in a long time. Not getting my hopes up too high, but this is still a good sign of things to come. Of course, I said that a time or two last season...



( Meta, meta, meta... )

Okay, so I apparently have enough thoughts on the first four episodes of Heroes this season to write meta. Better late than never.


( Thoughts on S4 E4: Acceptance... )

Hmn. I'm torn here. I loved The Vampire Diaries books once upon a time during that vampire stage which every angsty teenage girl apparently must go through. But now the books have been made into a CW show in order to jump on the Twilight/True Blood bandwagon. I have no interest whatsoever in watching this show because it no doubt rapes my beloved books while it simultaneously rapes my intelligence-- as most CW shows tend to do.

However. Suddenly, there's VD fic. There are a few book!fics, but they are woefully few and I've been most in need of more Stefan/Damon. So, I'm wondering if I can get away with reading the fic without watching the show. Has anyone seen the show and read the books? Is it doable?

Oh, Friday Night Lights season 2. What are you doing?

D:

D:

Seriously, stop that.

Yesterday was pretty much the worst a day could have been short of Hiroshima. Exaggeration? Yes. But painful, nonetheless.

On my way to taking Sophie to get fixed-- something I've felt somewhat morally opposed to, despite all the self-righteous shouts of fix your dog or you're going to HELL that I've been hearing from every corner of the globe-- my car died. At a stoplight. Just as the light turned green and several cars pulled up behind me. Awesome. We were late to the appointment, by the way.

My car apparently has a million things wrong with it just in time for my grad classes to start. In other words, when I need it in order to bounce between two different schools and work during the week.

Worst of all, I was at work when a migraine chose to rise from the depths of my shrinking capillaries. I was blinded by an altogether new kind of "floater" in my vision. Instead of the usual fuzzy white spots in my vision giving me that courtesy twenty minute warning to get my ass to a bathroom in case it's time to throw up and before I lose the power of coherent speech-- the new floater more resembles what I imagine having kaleidoscopes for eyes would be like. Over ten years into the game, and my migraines decide to change the game now?

So, now I'm in the migraine next-day hangover phase. And I haven't had a full night's sleep in a week. If somebody doesn't hand me a cookie soon, I might snap.



In Heroes news, I'm still not sure if I'm going to be continuing to write the weekly meta. I caught the second half of the premiere, and I was so ridiculously bored I had to fight the impulse not to re-watch episodes of Glee instead. I really think my investment in this show is as dead as Nathan Petrelli's corpse. My love for the show has always been based on a love for the Petrelli brothers, so what am I supposed to cling to now? Matt Parkman? Ando? The excellent, coherent, continuity-respecting writing? HA-- just kidding! I wish. But I love heroes_meta and my fannish friends, so we'll see.

In other news, Glee is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Makes me happy times a thousand.

So... sore... from... painting... room...

Anyway. How in this big blue world did I not know that J.K. Rowling had WRITTEN AN HP PREQUEL STARING JAMES AND SIRIUS???? I know I'm not involved in HP fandom anymore, but come on. How did news of this not trickle down to me? You guys, I'm sorry to say this, but you've really let me down on this one.

Four things of note about the prequel:

1. James and Sirius are clearly such dorks that they're out on the town wearing matching, somewhat not stealthy Order of the Phoenix t-shirts. Seriously.

2. James is riding bitch behind Sirius. Oh, yes, indeed.

3. James is amused by the unisex. Because he is a dork.

4. James/Sirius, James/Sirius, James/Sirius. Did I mention James/Sirius?