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I feel like I should review the rules for lenition and eclipsing every damn Friday, because they're so fucking convoluted. And actually, I am going to spend some time today writing this all down with the fucking prepositions so I have just one place to go back to. Because I need to make my own damn Irish resources, clearly. Oh well, I needed to go back and tag all my Irish with grammar tags anyway. Actually, I need to do that with all of my languages. Eek.

And then David Tennant made me cry. Reading his foreword to Elisabeth Sladen's autobiography. He's adorable. I miss her. In happier Who-related news though, I give you: the sonic screwdriver! A very early model.

I have no idea why this morning is so frustrating, but it needs to shape the hell up. Um. I had a thing here about Grimm and why the hell people are just now deciding that Renard is evil because he put down and kicked to the curb a woman who previously was all about the murdering and raping people for him. No, I'm not kidding. She cast an obsession inducing love spell that would ultimately kill the person, not to mention potentially killing at least one person offscreen and attempting, at least once that we know of, to kill the main character's only surviving relative. NEITHER of them are nice people. I don't know why you're shocked that one turned on the other and started chewing. Or maybe it's just that the Renard haters are now more vocal than the Renard lovers. I have no idea, I'm going to be over in the camp of Oh My God He's Hot and Fucking Dangerous And Scary. Admire From A Distance.

Now, if I have to type up this goddamn quote one more time there will be fucking murders.

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Once more, with less broken! I finally, FINALLY managed to code and toss up Parts 1-4 of the world-building leviathan, in some form that I hope makes sense to people who are not me and have not been hanging around me for far too long. I'm not sure it'll be nearly as helpful to other people as it is to me, but it helps me stay organized and on point?

Two steps forward, one step back. Now the plumber is saying that it'll cost more to fix, closer to what the bank's other estimate was probably. And now the listing agent is seeing if the bank will still do the repairs and I'm back to being all "If I didn't like this house so damn much and if I hadn't put this much effort into it I would be so pulling out right about now." Except, no. Fuck you my house. For me. I'm just really, really tired of all the back and forth bullshit.

Tonight it's going home, making bad macaroni and cheese and probably throwing some tuna in, and coding/writing. For my own edification, Black Ice writing (and if I'm very good I can finish that tonight) and maybe working on Caprica, Sucker Punch, and ... whatever that other one was. And also tweaking the essay page till it looks better and maybe coming up with some fun little easter eggs for the Black Ice page. Because that was an awesome idea and it amuses me. Packing is on hold till house shit settles down because emotionally, I cannot handle that right now. I am so glad it's Friday and I have a new Grimm to enjoy and chew on.

And at this point, Once Upon A Time's coming back from hiatus fills me with dread and do I have to? Well, yes, if I want more entertainment (in the way people are entertained by scaring the shit out of themselves at least) from Robert Carlyle's Rumplestiltskin I have to. But spoilers for upcoming episodes fill me with loathing and disappoint. I may just ditch it entirely for Grimm. We'll see if the show writers can pull this off in such a way as to not make me lose interest and stomp away in disgust. I forsee a lot less OUAT fic in my future, though.

(It's not even that I mind them taking away my theory. It's what they replaced it with.)

Blah, home, crappy food and CINNAPIE. Because I am taking a cinnamon roll recipe and making myself a goddamn cinnapie. Oh yes. With some rolled oats. Because that's how I roll. Aheh heh heh. God I'm tired. Someone give me something nice.