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Roomie's catching up on Supernatural.

. . . Did they actually do an episode where Sam and Dean are transported to an alternate universe where they're Jared and Jensen? Because I've read that fic. It's an awesome fic. But as an episode? Seriously? SERIOUSLY? (You DID THIS back in seasons 2 with "Hollywood Babylon," guys.)

Okay but Misha playing himself and saying "I'm totally going to tweet this one" is awesome.

1. Look what I'm making! (Thanks to Pyth for the header!)

2. So I caught the final two episodes of Supernatural s5 last night, though I didn't watch the s6 premiere.

( Bitter fan ranting! With some mild spoilers for 6.01, I guess? )

Point 1: Coming to you (more or less) live from a brand-new dark blue Asus Eee named Baby. (I think they called them Eee because that's the noise you make when you see them. "EEE. BABY.")

Point 2: Wrote a fairly dreadful paper on Sir Orfeo, discussing the confluence of Christian, epic, Celtic, and Greek imagery. Ah well -- it's done.

Point 3: On SPN 5.05 --( Whatever that one was called.  )

Point 4: There is no point 4.

WAIT, s5 of Supernatural started last night and I DIDN'T KNOW?




Honestly that just says sad things about how much the second half of s4 made me not care. Sadface. :( (I still haven't seen the season finale of s4, although I have a rough idea of the major plot points.)

The fact that I'm not even sure I want to take the time to torrent the eps I haven't seen yet is even sadder. F-list, should I bother? Is 5x01 worth seeing? Will it redeem the show in my eyes?

Stuff from the last week or so:

1. FOX RENEWING DOLLHOUSE? BE STILL MY MOTHERLOVING HEART. *\o/*

2. I am done with all of my papers, and most of my grades are in! One surprise B and one totally expected B, thus far (and a somewhat unexpected A). *further victory arms*

3. The weather in Anchorage has been unbelievably gorgeous -- sunny and in the mid-to-high 60s (up until yesterday, when it poured rain all morning, but hey).

4. Now that all my papers are done, I have to start in on the daunting task of clearing out my bookshelves. I am forcing myself to face the fact that honestly, I am not going to re-read a good twenty percent of the books on my shelves, and unless there are truly pressing sentimental reasons to keep them (I may never re-read Am I Blue?, but like hell am I getting rid of it) they should probably go.

ETA: 5. Have not seen the last two episodes of SPN yet. Feeling . . . oddly disinclined to fix this, though I probably will at some point.

These are all Batya's fault. :D

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( Tabula Rasa (a fic in drabble-sized chunks) )

--oh my god I want to write a Supernatural "The Apocalypse is coming! The Apocalypse is coming!" episode where a "Rapture" happens and people are disappearing out of their clothes and Sam is like "IT'S THE RAPTURE, SHIT" and Castiel is like ". . . That's utterly ridiculous" and it turns out to be actually one of the Slacktivist theories for Rapture disappearances.

So let's see.

Thursday roomie, friend, and I went to see Changeling, which I think I'll just call right now as at least nominated for Best Picture, with an Oscar for Angelina Jolie for Best Actress and a nod to John Malkovich for Best Supporting Actor (not really deserved -- not because he was bad, just because it wasn't a challenging performance). In a perfect world, Jeffrey Donovan and Jason Butler Harner will get nominations. (In a truly perfect world, so would Eddie Alderson, who's starting his career off right. Holy hell.)

Thursday I also came down with a cold over the course of the day.

Then on Friday I finished a ten-page paper on The Blair Witch Project and the way its cinematography interacts with Laura Mulvey's theory of the narrative cinematic male gaze, three hours before deadline and with enough material that I could have written another five pages at least. It is a kickass paper, dude.

Friday my cold got better, mostly; I don't know how that happened but I sure as hell am not complaining.

Friday, roomie and I also started marathoning the last two-thirds of SPN season 3. We made it almost to the end -- but when we hit 4 AM and we still had two episodes to go, we called it quits.

Instead, we finished those two episodes today (tangent: I just don't like the last few episodes of s3 as much as the rest of the season. I mean, s3 has some fantastic eps, and the last few just don't measure up, I feel) and watched the first few minutes of 4.01. (We made plans to get in touch with each other on IM and watch the rest of s4 that we currently have handy, which I think is up to 4.05.) Then we went out for crepes, and now roomie is winging -- well, rolling -- her way back home with her mom, leaving me the room to myself until I leave on the 17th. As ever, I feel vaguely like I ought to be tracking down some attractive boy or other and taking advantage of the empty room, but instead I'm probably just going to spend the next few days watching movies, writing, vidding, and possibly doing some thrift-storing with a friend.

And roomie's mom is one of those generous moms who will not only buy you lunch, but give you a freaking ginormous basket of organic cheese, crackers, fruit, and chocolate, with a few bottles of HonesTea to help it all go down, so I'll be well fed, too.

Mmmm. *stretches* Life is pretty decent.

Unrelated to anything question: A friend has recently started a blog on Blogspot, and I've been thinking about following her example. There's a way to publish entries simultaneously on LJ and Blogger, right? Or am I nuts?

MY ROOMMATE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PUTS ALL OTHER ROOMMATES TO SHAME.

Why?

Because she got be freaking Thomas Kinkade's Christmas Cottage starring Jared Padalecki and Peter O'Toole for Christmas.

Jared Padalecki in a HORRIBLE MOVIE in a RED SCARF, with the promise of watching it and making fun of it 'till the end of time.

The defense rests.

Christmas is gonna be AWESOME.

(CROSSOVER FIC Y/Y?)