"Lines? There are no lines."
Mar. 22nd, 2004 01:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeTouching Evil is rapidly turning into a well-written show. Detective David Creegan is childlike without being annoying, selfless without being obnoxiously self-righteous. His quirks do not pass into the realm of aggravation, and he resembles a lost puppy enough to inspire the hug reflex. However, if his pretty female partner falls in love with him I will have to beat the writers with the shark they will by then have jumped.
Needless to say, I'm enjoying it immensely so far. And HBO needs to bring back Carnivale so I have something good to watch roughly every few days.
I was reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nostalgia_lj's LJ the other day, specifically the entry on animals. While both hilarious and insightful, it also made me a little jealous that I'm not getting metaquoted or having 42 comments on one entry. Excepting, of course, that entry on fanfic smut a while back that crazy people still comment on. Hello! People. It was dated back almost a year ago. The chances that I am going to bestir myself to respond to your piddling little voice of ire or approval are slim and none, and Slim took the red-eye out of town.
But then I realized... wait a minute. Do I really want that many people reading my journal? Do I want to turn into the nextshadesong? Because then my journal becomes, not about me and my life and what I think is important, but a public spectacle. If I wanted to put myself up on display for mass consumption I'd get a webcam and dance around nude and glistening in baby oil. Bah. I like my little journal, my little corner of thought and wank. And so I shan't worry about it anymore.
Besides it's not as though I don't have enough to worry about. Novel packets go out April 5, I should actually, y'know, keep up to date on my to-do list. I haven't updated it in weeks. There's no way I'm going to get that 100 stories thing done on time, so I think I'll just forget that. I have short stories to submit tomorrow. Or possibly wednesday, if I want to do it and reward myself with Kingdom Hospital and relaxation at the end of the day. I think I'll do it like that, as the one book I have recommends. And then I have to prep novels for next month's writing spree. Pfui.
And now for something completely different.
Starting tomorrow (because I'm too tired tonight) I think I'll be posting character rambles on here. Starting, too, with the Harry Potter characters. Because I'm just weird like that. They'll be behind an LJ-cut for the sake of spoilers. And I'll ramble on at length ad possibly with in-text citations on the subject of different book characters.
Why?
I don't know why.
Because I can. Because every once in a while something like that interests me. Becausealmightyhat and I do this anyway, people might as well get some entertainment out of it. Because I have a mind that has to constantly be thinking over something, and it might as well be characters, mine as well as other peoples.
But mostly because I can.
Needless to say, I'm enjoying it immensely so far. And HBO needs to bring back Carnivale so I have something good to watch roughly every few days.
I was reading
nostalgia_lj's LJ the other day, specifically the entry on animals. While both hilarious and insightful, it also made me a little jealous that I'm not getting metaquoted or having 42 comments on one entry. Excepting, of course, that entry on fanfic smut a while back that crazy people still comment on. Hello! People. It was dated back almost a year ago. The chances that I am going to bestir myself to respond to your piddling little voice of ire or approval are slim and none, and Slim took the red-eye out of town.But then I realized... wait a minute. Do I really want that many people reading my journal? Do I want to turn into the next
shadesong? Because then my journal becomes, not about me and my life and what I think is important, but a public spectacle. If I wanted to put myself up on display for mass consumption I'd get a webcam and dance around nude and glistening in baby oil. Bah. I like my little journal, my little corner of thought and wank. And so I shan't worry about it anymore. Besides it's not as though I don't have enough to worry about. Novel packets go out April 5, I should actually, y'know, keep up to date on my to-do list. I haven't updated it in weeks. There's no way I'm going to get that 100 stories thing done on time, so I think I'll just forget that. I have short stories to submit tomorrow. Or possibly wednesday, if I want to do it and reward myself with Kingdom Hospital and relaxation at the end of the day. I think I'll do it like that, as the one book I have recommends. And then I have to prep novels for next month's writing spree. Pfui.
And now for something completely different.
Starting tomorrow (because I'm too tired tonight) I think I'll be posting character rambles on here. Starting, too, with the Harry Potter characters. Because I'm just weird like that. They'll be behind an LJ-cut for the sake of spoilers. And I'll ramble on at length ad possibly with in-text citations on the subject of different book characters.
Why?
I don't know why.
Because I can. Because every once in a while something like that interests me. Because
almightyhat and I do this anyway, people might as well get some entertainment out of it. Because I have a mind that has to constantly be thinking over something, and it might as well be characters, mine as well as other peoples. But mostly because I can.
