Warhead On Legs

( Gaeilge )

What even is Charlie Hunnam. What even in his accent? Oh Charlie Hunnam. I don't even with you.

Happy birthday lireavue! May it go smoothly and with minimal weirdness or upheaval.

Well, yesterday was a mess of chaos, but at least stuff got done? An episode got finished, a couple of files got updated, a lot of work stuff got done and some sleep was had. And no more of the wackass bullshit that happened Tuesday night. Without getting too much into it, Anna and I talked ourselves into a profiler hangover Wednesday morning. The kind where we get too little sleep, have massive headaches, and overanalyze everything. Fortunately another night's sleep and having to actually do some profiling on Haven characters seems to have cured that.

I forgot about being called upon to help break down after SAFF this weekend. Which means none of my days are actually restful for the next week and a half. Woo. At least I can get some considerable amount of sleep Saturday and Sunday nights? We picked up more Halloween decorations that I don't have to make because I have no time or energy, and I picked up some more patterns though god knows when I'll have time to sew them, see also no time or energy. Almost done with extra blogwork though. That should leave my evenings free and so on. Until oh dear god Grimm comes back when the weekends become all profiling all the time. Well, all profiling and all analysis. At least it's fun. Because let me tell you, we so wouldn't be putting the amount of time and effort into this if it wasn't fun.

Right. I suppose I should get up and do some amount of exercise today, lest I become a zombie for the rest of the day. It's funny how I've turned into someone who needs to exercise to wake myself up. I can't say as I mind too much.

No Irish today, ran out of time due to sleeping in ugh.

I'd forgotten exactly how bad my morning sneezing fits are. I think I forget this every year, I'm allergic to something that blooms around springtime and just in the mornings, with the end result that lots of sneezing fits make maneuvering around breakfast and cats and exercises way more difficult than I feel it should be. It irks me. It's irksome.

This weekend, good fucking god, THIS WEEKEND. It was full of Srs Discussions Are Srs and some ugly truths and a lot of wait holy shit seriously? That's a thing? type revelations. I could have done without the energy sapping qualities of half of those, but at least good stuff came out of all of them. The upshot is that I need to make a CS post sooner rather than later (and by later I mean at the usual time) to get it all straight in my head, because it might mean my chances of pulling off a half-decent book publishing are greater than I'd previously thought. There's also some very peculiar mindset shit tied into that particular area, the one tied into low self esteem in some very peculiar ways where if people are talking about the blog behind our back, it's always in the "oh that crazy fangirl" way and couldn't possibly be in a positive way. Anyway, more detail later when I sit down and go over it. I also got massively infodumped as to self-publishing and publicizing and marketing and things, and apparently I have the right... technique? Words? And just needed a shitpile of new tools. So there was dealing with that too.

And the end result being that meat pies didn't happen, and neither did the sugar cookies I started craving at 8pm that night. Poopy. But edits did happen, shepherd's pie happened so at least there was healthy dinner, a whole bunch of other shit happened, um. Useful shit did happen! The weekend wasn't entirely wasted, just, not as productive as I wanted it to be. Which means I need to stop kicking myself, especially since the boy decided to fuck up his sleep schedule resulting in him getting up at 4 am last night, which meant I had to get up, and then the cats, and fucking argh. No, actually, now that I think about it, the only thing that didn't get done over the weekend that I wanted to do was pick up the living room. So nyah, brainweasels. Nyah to you.

Today's statement of intent: EITHER rewrite whatever the Julien/Syd story gets called OR finish edits on First Principles, you don't have time to do both, self. In the evening, maybe, whichever one of those doesn't get done during the day can get worked on. Russian didn't look too bad last I checked it, so maybe picking out a grammar point in there and otherwise moving on to the next chunk of verbs, assuming I've mastered the difference between увидеть, видеть, and смотреть to my teacher's satisfaction. *salute* German, still churning on the questionnaire in German. I also need to ponder what to do with my blog now that I've migrated it to wordpress and my website so that I have that one central location for everything related to Kitty Chandler. But that's just ponderings and actually fucking around with it can happen later in the week.

( Gaeilge )

Words cannot describe how awesome Leahy is. For all those of you who ever listened to A Call To Dance and just sort of sat there after the first time enraptured by visions of one of those frenzied fairy dances on a hill somewhere, that's what the entire damn concert was like. Only warmer. It was amazing. They were energized and incredibly skilled and oof. I'm still buzzing off the high the next morning.

I'm not sure what's going on on Twitter this morning, but everything this week seems to be designed to throw me for a loop in the mornings. Today it was an account following me that looks like it's only following me because Unspooling Fiction (Murderboarding) has become a Thing lately. I'm not sure if that means it's become an even bigger Thing or if that's just the internet or what. At least it looks pretty good? It's either going to be really good, like, The Shield good (well, I liked The Shield anyway) or it's going to suck hardcore. There is no middle ground here. I'm hoping for good, for our sake and theirs. I like the writer, and I haven't heard of the others involved as far as I can tell. And their last update on their news page was end of September of last year.

Two days till Grimm. I find myself very, very wary of, well, everything. Mostly I want my damn Captain back, not this love-obsessed bespelled psychopath who's replaced him. I miss my Captain, dammit.

Right. Today's statement of intent: doing the writing I didn't do yesterday because snow and languages and Leahy (AUGH LEAHY AUGH) and doing at least two scenes worth of line edits, and figuring out what else I need to be writing over the next week. Apart from the Grimm recapalypse because dear god that's going to be interesting and probably full of metaplot and things to chew on. I really hope today's quiet so I can do some research and sort out my brain. My brain right now isn't so much hyperactive as a jumbled mess. Ugh.

( Gaeilge )

Boy brought home doughnuts for breakfast. Boy is a thoughtful boy. Though I still don't entirely understand why his co-workers are bringing in free food. What the hell, we got doughnuts and salad greens (seriously?) and english muffins out of the deal. Most of which I'll take to work so that I can have help eating it and it won't go to waste. I don't have any damn thing except maybe some nuts to toss on a salad. Argh.

At some point we'll probably stop practicing our French and Spanish on Twitter where vanishingly few people can read it. Today appears not to be that day, though. I can't say I'm sorry, either. It's not like we're speaking Irish or something. Which would be INCREDIBLY obscure, show-offy, and involve me making a lot of shit up and looking things in dictionaries.

Today's statement of intent! Line edits and Haven Herald/Person of INterest in the evening, as per usual. Hoping to get through another ten minutes of PoI tonight, which, since dinner's relatively simple, might even happen. I think the plan that way is to get dinner started/made, go into the computer room and sit and do some there, then come out and hang in the living room with the boy until he goes to work and then doing the rest of it for the last couple hours. Since I have Haven on the netbook, or at least, the relevant episodes. Yes, this is a good plan. And we will execute this plan, and we will thrive, and we will call it... this plan.

Ahem.

I can't say I'll be sorry when, after this week, it's pretty much all the recaplyses all the time, though. Grimm on the weekend... Okay, PoI recaplyses during the week by turns, Grimm as a Saturday marathon thing, the time of which might be shortened from experience since we last did it, and Haven as we have time/see fit. Which might be the same amount of PoI which might mean, gasp, shock. Having that thing we don't talk about so we don't tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thingie. Ahem. EVEN SO. I am liking this plan more and more the more I think of it.

Right. I suppose this means it's time to get up and pretend like I'm a responsible adult, empty the dishwasher and get dressed for work and go offer the neighbors some amaryllis bulbs. Because apparently we are drowning in them at work. Or rather, Aunt Beej is drowning in them and giving them away to anyone who will stand still long enough. It's cute.

( Deutsch )

Well, that was half an hour out of my day due to incredibly moronic mistakes. Namely, mine. Oops. Now my password hint to myself is hopefully moreclearer, though, and I won't embarrass myself in front of tech support again.

Dammit, Jag.

Right. Somehow, I have no idea how but I suspect it has to do with no headache today, I have actually managed to get through all of my notes on the Cape Rouge for the upcoming post. Which means that tonight might actually go quicker than I thought, reviewing the last handful of scenes in that episode, going through further episodes (only one of which should have any substantive information because I am sadly lacking in knowledge about boats) and then pulling caps and that might even get posted today! We'll see, but the wargs of Imposter Syndrome, Muddled Thinking, and PMS seem to have stopped nipping at my heels, so it might get out on time after all. If that works out, and if by some miracle I manage to get a good chunk of cleaning done today, I'll sit down and pull times for the next WYAH essay for the weekend. Friday's day job work can be coding the website and working on the Nathan-Duke essay.

Hey, speaking of surprising things, what the hell is this shit where I'm actually getting traffic on my website? This is not helping the whole shit I need to get my website up and working thing. Well, it kind of is, because then I don't have the excuse of "people aren't going to see it" not to do it. On the other hand, eek. It's been kind of half-assedly there for a while. Still, the actual tasks to do aren't complicated or even necessarily that time consuming. Well, maybe a bit time consuming. But they're not complicated or numerous, so that shouldn't take too too long in the grand scheme of things.

I've come up with two different approaches (and realized that it's a marathon, Jag, not a sprint) to getting interpreter-fluent in Russian: the first, which I think I've mentioned before, involves translating the Leviathan into Russian along with various other parts of my website. The second involves translating useful/everyday emergency services dialogue into, well, every language I can think of that I can manage, starting with the dialogues I often had at the clinic where I did Spanish interpretation. This brought to you mostly by my contemplating interpretation and going over those memories. Debating whether or not to post them here, but while posting them here would keep me honest about doing it, you might not want to see random bits of dialogue in Spanish, French, Russian, or German. You might! Speak now if you care.

...I seem to have guitar picks in my pocket. I didn't mean to put them there, they just sort of happened.

So, yeah, all in all, doing much better today without the headache. There are a lot of things where I need to remind myself that it's a marathon not a sprint, not the least of which are putting together the anthology and getting interpreter-fluent in Russian (Spanish [again], French, German). Website building and House unpacking are a bit of a sprint, for a given value of sprint that most likely will take a month or two. Another month or two. But the rest of it is a will-take-multiple-months-to-years marathon. And the blog is just a thing that happens regularly, because apparently if I can't chew on TV shows I will chew on actors, serial killers, friends and neighbors, or whatever else is lying around. I am not kidding. I have gotten into a discussion of whether or not the Son of Sam was most likely the Son of Sam and only him or whether there was additional bastardry involved.

So, that's happening. Now I also just need to figure out what I'm doing for Valentine's Day if anything and I'll be golden. I'm usually incredibly lackadaisical about Valentine's Day, never having made much of it in the past. But I'd like to know if something's going to happen so I can plan not to get any of the aforementioned projects done that night. ... Oh god, I've become that uberorganized scheduled person. When the hell did that happen?

( Ich woll nicht Deutsch studieren. )

I'm fairly sure that wasn't quite as cohernt as it might otherwise have been. Any second now I'm going to start using all the wrong prepositions and then no one will be able to understand me in anyl anguage.

Traci Dinwiddie, fellow North Carolinian as I understand it (who played Pamela Barnes on Supernatural) has an idea that just might help me get through February. Which is traditionally a bitch of a month to get through for me and mine. "How about listing something we appreciate about ourselves each day?" Traci, that sounds like a damn good idea. You can join in using the hashtag #DigMe on twitter. So, today's that I singled out because despite my inability to string together proper fucking sentences, I do appreciate and enjoy my facility with languages. I appreciate that I can study German and have it be fun and not a chore. And that I can pretty much do it on my own, too, with a capable textbook. At least German. I'm not fucking touching Mandarin with a ten foot pole until I have a teacher.

I don't think I mentioned it before, but parts one and two of my speculations on Wesen biology are now up, for those of you who watch Grimm and are into that sort of thing. And if I knew where the hell my X-Files diary had gone to, I'd type that up, too. That was one of the most awesome science projects I've ever done. Actually my whole high school was awesome, I did X-Files in biology and Star Trek in physics. I didn't do anything in Chemistry because the teacher was incompetent. Seriously, everyone's grades dropped a full point in that class. He didn't come back the next year. Anyway, yes! Blogging happened. Anna also updated all our fouth-wall-shattering profiles. Well, almost all. I'm looking forward to knocking down the fourth wall for Person of Interest, too.

Tired. I have no idea what I'm doing tonight, and this irritates me more than it used to because I know there are approximately half a dozen things I would like to plan out doing, and I can't, because I have no idea what I'm doing. And the truly sad thing is, none of these are strictly speaking time sensitive. No, two of them are, one being to cut up and cook the chicken that's currently in the fridge with an expiration date of yesterday, but even if I go out tonight I'll have time to do that. The other one being finish recapalyzing Person of Interest 1x01, which at the very least can get done tomorrow, since it's already started. So, really? Nothing to worry about. And here I am feeling grumbly over it. Definitely symptomatic of my need for a good fucking night's sleep.

Also I don't understand how it can be 3-4 degrees warmer than my house, according to the thermostat, at work, and then I feel like it's fucking freezing, whereas at home I'm wandering around in a shirt and sweats and barefoot and feel fine.

Anyway. I suppose most of my mood can be put down to my inability to fucking sleep through the night. And it's time to go home soon, where I can either curl up with a blanket, a boyfriend, a good meal, and my netbook and get some stuff done, possibly with a good TV show, or I can curl up with a blanket and my netbook and do a bit of stuff until later when there will either be Hobbiting or murdering beef with my teeth. Either would be acceptable. One step at a time, Jag. One step at a time. You've got plans in place, you're not a failure nor doomed just because you haven't reached the end of this stretch of woods yet, and it really does get better. I promise. Faith manages, right? Of course right.

( Gaeilge )

Well that was more difficult than I wanted it to be. Admittedly partly because of unfamiliar vocabulary and different order of things, but argh.

So I got very little done on the house this weekend, but at least we cleared the blog work! Dear god, the season finale recapalypse plus the speculation at the end covered about 20k worth of words. Which means today is a no blogwork day. Tomorrow there will be comment replies and tackling future blogposts and so on and so forth. Well, and tonight will be all the Reese ever, which is kind of like blogwork in that we're watching it now for analysis later. But right now it's mostly just fun, watching Person of Interest, and bitching about how there are no competent profilers on that show and a lot of nasty surprises (at least one so far) could be avoided if anyone could actually read reactions and expressions. Ahem.

Oof. And then tonight is folding laundry if the boy hasn't done it when I get home, dragging his dumb ass out grocery shopping because neither of us was in a mood to leave the house over the weekend (well, I was fighting with the blog and my head cold) and we need kitty litter stat. And. Something. I demand there be Hobbit this weekend. I don't care whose door I have to mark or what crockery I have to toss. I will toss dwarves if I have to.

No, brain, I am writing fanfic today, not blog things. And possibly tonight in prep for tomorrow I am contemplating where I'm at with line edits. There will be no blogwork today. Stoppit or I will turn you into a penguin.

Oh, wow, new people. Hi new people! o/* I know I promised you daily languages, but my future office is still full of construction detritus and I haven't found the box with my language books yet because garage full of boxes. Some of which still include appliances. [ETA: Now one less appliance. Started getting the fridge in the house, and hopefully by the end of the day it will be in there.] So at the moment it's either crawl over everything or leave it packed probably till the weekend, which means Monday will be back to languages at the earliest. This makes Jag a cranky Jag, but at least there's Memrise.

(If you haven't discovered Memrise, it's worth a look if you're interested in learning languages. Mostly it's just one giant set of vocab flash cards, but all in one place for many, many languages, and it's very useful for that part. Not so much for grammar, but in purple it's stunning for vocab it's amazing. Also with some other flash card type sets too, like plants and constellations and things.)

Anyway. Other things, state of the me? Still chipper, despite setbacks and spending way, way more money in the past seven days than I ever wanted to. Equal parts house and... no, actually, most of it is the house. I need to update the budget on that subject. Actually I need to update the budget quite a bit. Something to pull things together for and do this weekend, I guess. But money, argh. And then again, tools and equipment don't buy themselves. For example, my shopping list for the next while for the house includes: wood putty, all-weather silicone sealer, 8 foot ladder, rake, couple more smoke detectors for the upstairs (I still haven't gotten over having an upstairs yet), curtain rod since the dinky one we got was a little too dinky and now that I'm looking at my master plan... I didn't actually have a size on that window oops. But at least a collapsing rod starting at 28". Humidifier. That's not including curtain rods for the rest of the downstairs, which I would dearly love. And I think one of my small tasks this weekend is going to be to go around and remove the remains of the blinds/curtain rod assembly from the windows, assuming we have an 8 ft ladder by then. Because I am five foot short and have 9.5 foot ceilings. Because yes, that's the kind of house I went for. What? Whaaaaat?

Pixie is really excited to move in, I'm slowly warming to the idea of not having a giant house all to myself, mostly because there's more than enough room here for me to be an introvert some of the time and rattling around a giant house by myself at night (the boy [the boyfriend-boy, not the son-boy, no plans for children as yet] works nights, for those of you just joining us) doesn't entirely seem like the best plan. Plus the money would be useful, both for us since we'd be charging her less than she'd rent for other places and for her because, well, we'd be charging her less than she'd rent for other places. And while we can afford the mortgage and all our bills (yes, we made sure of that before we bought the house, oh most definitely because this is not a house I should like to lose), this will help us pay for all the various renovations we want to do a hell of a lot quicker.

For example: the boy has decided that what we're actually going to do in terms of repainting the walls is pry off the baseboard and the window framing (and the chair rail in the rooms that have it), hang drywall on the plaster, put back baseboard and window framing and then

... Oh, hey, the boy's home, I'm getting used to the sounds of the house.

anyway. And then paint the drywall. He has a point about some of the layers of paint on this plaster that we could sand down to would probably be lead, and that's just never a fun thing. But oi, with the work before I get to paint my house fun colors already! And then, in my own defense, I have to point out that this is the first time I've actually complained about having to do physical labor on my house. This whole house buying process I've been mostly I GET TO FUCK AROUND WITH DRYWALL AND PIPES? WOO-HOO! TEACH ME YOUR DIY WAYS! So the grumbling comes sort of with that caveat. Besides, the paint job in this house is kind of atrocious. And there's more than enough rooms for us to do one room, live in the rest, move stuff around, do another room, live in the rest, move stuff around, and musical rooms we go. He thinks it'll be a month per room, which is fine, at ... hell, only four rooms? Yeah, we can do that easy. Four rooms to hang drywall in, and then a fuckoff huge area to sand down to the gorgeous pine paneling and refinish. Because wtf why is there two-three layers of wallpaper over my fineass paneling. I've been bitching about this for months. Literally, months. At least a couple of them.

Miscellaneous other tasks on the house include lining the closets with something other than, seriously, is that corkboard? And making sure the shelves are all aligned straight instead of kind of canted, and possibly dropped in some sort of rhyme or reason. Sealing the attic entrance and dropping a new one (that might be professional work) since right now the attic entrance is over a 16" drop or so, because the stairs originally were reversed. The boy wants to extend the balcony so that it's actually a balcony instead of sort of a queen's receiving area. Right now it's not even big enough to stand on in hoop skirts, unless you want the ass end of your hoops to go poking back through the door into the house. OH, and before most of this goes on we need to board up the crawlspace access with probably screws and boards so it can be easily gotten into again if necessary. On account of the cats will surely go in there if not prevented.

Yes, my journal for the next few days will probably consist of HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE languages HOUSE fandom HOUSE blog weird stuff that happens around here HOUSE HOUSE.

So, okay, fandom stuff! I really, really need to get back to Yuletide and blogwork. Yesterday wasn't bad but towards the end of the day I made the mistake of looking on that I got coal thing and found a whole slew of hate on me. I mean, I knew it was around there at some point, and then I forgot! Which is probably the best thing to do with anon hate memes. And then it had the predictable effect of me going "oh god I suck why did I do this I really suck I should just quit now" and the rest of the evening was either running house errands or tumblr. Which is okay for one night but now I need to get back to work. I've got Yuletide to write and blogwork to do, at least three blog posts I'm working on that I'd like to get done if only for the sake of backlog. Women of Grimm and Women of Haven, and then the post I was going to write on horror tropes and then stopped for lack of a thesis. Yes, you can tell I rolled around in academia long enough for a lot of it to stick to me. But now I have a compare and contrast thesis, so that ought to be good, I just need to finish it. Come to that I should probably make a thesis for the Women Of posts, or at least formally write it out. And yes, the thesis of the Women of Haven post going to be something along the lines of LEAVE THE DAMN WOMEN ALONE FOR MORE THAN ONE SEASON JESUS CHRIST. It's like the series is being written by Henry VIII, only instead of divorced, beheaded, died, it runs something like deported, died, deported, mindwiped then deported, died, off the rails, died. Not a happy pattern, here. And suddenly I want to see a love interest for the Teagues just to watch something fuck with their judgment. What? I never claimed to be a nice person.

All right, I've rambled on enough at you for the moment. The blog, by the way, for those of you who want to see what I'm writing for/on, is here: Unspooling Fiction, also known as Murderboarding when we're on Twitter and want to shorten it up a bit. It includes Haven and Grimm thinky thoughts posts, information posts, and recaplyses, which is what we've taken to calling these things that are sort of recaps and sort of analyses of, well, everything that comes to mind for us to chew on. It started with Grimm and going over Renard's everything, because Renard (yes, I am a shameless fangirl), and then extended somewhere in Season 2 to full-on entire-episode recaplyses. So the format for Grimm Season 1 is going to be a bit thin, and we still have to do the backlog of Haven Seasons 1&2. But that will come later. Right now I'm just trying to get through moving in and the last couple episodes of Haven. Oh, and if you like what you see on the blog, there's a poll on the top right-hand side for what show we should do next, since Grimm will be on hiatus till March and while we can do the first couple seasons of Haven, we're also used to doing two shows at once. So that'll keep us busy for the next three months, and coming up with new content while both shows are on hiatus, and then coming up with new content that isn't Grimm while Grimm airs, too.

Still aten't dead. Though so much for a post every morning. We got most of the crap moved from the apartment to the house last week and over the weekend, excepting only the mattress and a couple of blankets, our computer desks, our computers, and the cat things. And, you know, odds and ends like plastic plates left over from a party a bajillion years ago, my knitting that I'm currently working on, a book I was reading, the boy's book he was reading. Things like that. Does that mean that, with no distractions, I'm actually getting some things done?

Well, since I still have the internet at the apartment, no, no it does not.

I have Yuletide to finish (it's actually almost done! I've just been incredibly slow lately and moving) and that's about it as far as my fiction writing obligations go till January, which means I get to splash around in the Talia Wayne AU pool. As for nonfiction, i.e. the blog, well, I have two essays to write there, which will probably mean one essay and one multi-part essay since the second one is xenobiology on Grimm. And there's a lot of xenoforms to analyze.

We've also started watching pilots to see what we want to do with Murderboarding while both Grimm and Haven are off air, and all I can say is either my standards for TV have gotten ridiculously high or TV has started sucking a lot more lately. I watched Terra Nova and apart from the shitty pacing, the lackluster acting, the clunky dialogue, the recycled sets, the awkward CGI, and the insufficient world-building, it wasn't bad! So, yes, I hated it. I watched Touch and the acting and sets weren't so bad there (although there were a couple yes-this-is-a-set moments, ugh), the pacing was decent and the dialogue wasn't bad except for a few egregiously cliche lines. But the storyline and overall plot was so, so heavy-handed and the treatment of non-neurotypical people was so freaking messianic it was like being back in the eighties again. Anyone remember The Boy Who Could Fly? That was awesome and amazing when I was five. Not so much now. I might watch a few later episodes of Touch to see if it smooths out, but neither Anna nor I feel like tackling that one on Murderboarding.

We are thinking about ripping Once to SHREDS on Murderboarding, at least a couple episodes. Though like I said on tumblr, this is less ripping to shreds in the sense of THIS SUCKS AND THE DOG SUCKS AND EVERYONE WHO LIKES IT IS A MORON and more "your pacing is off and your dialogue is excruciating, this acting job is LOVELY, I like the use of color here, WHY DID YOU MAKE THAT STORY CHOICE IT HURTS MY BRAIN, this looks awkward but is actually consistent with the character..." on and on ad nauseum. Yes, we hate it. I hate it both because I hate it and because I feel like it had a lot of potential that's now wasted. But other people don't hate it! So, you know. Whatevs. But I do appreciate that there's a lot of thought put into making Once, and because of the love I once had for it and the love I still do have for Bobby Carlyle, I'd like to chew it to bits on Murderboarding. At least a couple episodes.

Is there other stuff happening besides moving and writing of both the fictional and non- variety? Probably, but damned if I can think of what it is. I really, really need to get back into the habit of checking in regularly at CS. Which I guess will be the next thing I do after I hit post on this, or rather, tagging, and then checking in tomorrow when I have some more closer idea of when we'll be in the house with all systems go. And I can start on my routines again!

Right. I think that's about all I have to ramble on at you about today. Which means it's time to get my butt moving on either work type work or writing type work. I should really take a lesson from Shannon, actually, about this. X time to fuck around on the internet, then back to work. We work before we play.

( Gaeilge )

And just when I think I shouldn't add anything more to my to-write list, I get Eric is Roddy the Reinigen's real father. Why, brain? I have enough to do, why must you taunt me like this?

Ah well. I survived yesterday, went home early because there wasn't anything for me to do. With the roads all blocked off shipping ended about four hours early, and the storefront was deader than disco, and I went home to take notes on Haven stuff for other blog posts, backlog and so on. And that worked out pretty well.

The apartment is still a disaster area, but I think this weekend will be spent either analyzing or cleaning and packing. I've hit the point where half the shit that's lying around is little fiddly unpacked things that aren't easy to categorize and don't go in any particular box, which is half the reason the apartment looks like crap. (The other half is because Murdock has managed to worm himself again and decided to play in his own poo to boot. Or something.) So, get that all picked up and done, and then Sunday will be spent hauling boxes to and from the house and that will get that out of the way and maybe I can have a decent apartment again. The other reason the apartment looks like crap is because when the house hunting started, there was so much uncertainty over when we would be moving and whether or not we would even be moving this year, that my motivation to do more than basic household tasks dropped to about nil. So at least I know how that happened. Only now it all built up and ugh.

Ah well. If I'm very lucky we'll have Total Recall tonight, get back just in time to see Grimm, have head explodie over that and then see Haven. And prep all the prepping for tomorrow's episode analysis. And somewhere in there I have to draft up the next chapter of J3 before that slips back down under the radar again. Weird thing of the day, too: Apparently my tumblr posts of links to our analysis got the attention of an official actor's tumblr from Haven. Bunker now.