adsartha is trying to turn me into the next Joseph Campbell, or at least the next Joseph Campbell of Beloit College. I'm not sure which is more disturbing, the thought or the amount of effort/writing I'm going to have to put into it. Right now I'm brain dead so I'm going to go with the thought of me being the next JC. ... hee. JC. My to-do list is so fucking long.
May be scarce until around midnight EST tonight. I just... I need to rest. I need to clear my brain out after the discussion of that essay and I might do that by clearing off some of my icon-making to-dos. Those I do on the laptop, and the laptop doesn't have internet. After an hour and a half or so of literary theory and Arcane theory and everything else my brain hurts. I'll post the start of the essay (w/o quotes) on my about-writing journal in a bit. Probably later tonight.
I really am brain dead. I can't think of basic stuff. It's kind of depressing.
Feeling better after the nightmare, though. And I have the next couple of days off, which means fic will get written! Yay! I've re-watched my Pretender, am re-watching my SVU. Ahh, Munch. Star Wars is easy. So there will be fic, and then there will be back TRs, and there will be some original stuff, and somewhere in there I'll get essays done. the funny thing is I work a full week the next two weeks in a row. Ugh. Fortunately, judging by the way calls have been coming in, I can get Shadowrun stuff done during the day. And probably go home early a couple days a week. I just have to get more efficient about my whole getting shit done thing.
Ooh. And I have TV shows tonight. Criminal Minds, CSI NY. ... wait, today
is Wednesday, yes? Yes. And then I have Newsies taping at some stupid hour of the morning. Ahh, mental floss. Hopefully, no nightmares.
Love you guys. You help keep me sane.
Ohyeah. The poll I posted earlier? There was an article in CNN, probably a couple other news sites as well, about a guy who called himself "Caspian James Crichton-Stuart IV, the Fifth Duke of Cleveland" and insisted people call him Your Grace, pretended to be a member of the English nobility. Tried to get in good with some high school people. Apparently he was on the sex offender list (but he was 22, got on when he was 18 for boinking an underage girlfriend) and had restrictions. Go figure. Me, with a name like THAT? I'd've been real suspicious if his behavior didn't match up.