Should be writing. Should be heading out to fax a deferment over to Great Lakes. Think I'll snail mail it instead. I have no idea if there's a Kinko's in the area and really don't want to go out looking for one. Suddenly, though, I realize that I've taken many things for granted. And now they're not there. Wacky.
Deadwood ended its first season last night. Once again I am reminded of how much I adore Brad Dourif. The man can act like no go to hell. And although there was a certain amount of plot copping out, I still liked the way it ended its first season.
Kablooey. You know, after the weekend of crazy manic running around gaming and meeting people and seeing movie-ness, I have actually nothing to say. I should probably go upstairs and write. And do something about either a) my Harry Potter Snapefic, b) my Riddick-fic, c) a review of Chronicles of Riddick, or d) all of the above. And so I shall. But first, metaquotes and ice water.
EDIT:
Given last night's conversation in comments about werewolves, this was too funny not to share. The first part of this, anyway. It's his f-list.
Deadwood ended its first season last night. Once again I am reminded of how much I adore Brad Dourif. The man can act like no go to hell. And although there was a certain amount of plot copping out, I still liked the way it ended its first season.
Kablooey. You know, after the weekend of crazy manic running around gaming and meeting people and seeing movie-ness, I have actually nothing to say. I should probably go upstairs and write. And do something about either a) my Harry Potter Snapefic, b) my Riddick-fic, c) a review of Chronicles of Riddick, or d) all of the above. And so I shall. But first, metaquotes and ice water.
EDIT:
Given last night's conversation in comments about werewolves, this was too funny not to share. The first part of this, anyway. It's his f-list.