Not homesick, just... wistful.
Nov. 30th, 2007 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragojustineSuccessful "write a little bit every day" days-in-a-row: Aack. I half-cheated yesterday and haven't today and am going out tonight. Oh dear. I am bad a resolutions.
It rained today, for exactly the third time since I moved here. The fact that I can count five months of rain on one hand is... deeply odd to me. The call-center women in my little cubicle cluster were all bitching, LOUDLY, about the cold and the wet. I kept ending up leaning back in my chair and just listening to the rain on the skylights.
The sound of rain on the roof might possibly make me cry today. But that's just PMS, not deep-seated emotional distress.
Random: Isn't it nice how you can call a pet absolutely anything you want and they don't get mad at you? Seriously. A cat will answer to "fart-face" or "stinkypoo" or "little orange devil" or "spazz-a-matic" or "claws of doom!" or "pounce-meister" or whatever.
Can you imagine if life was like that? Just picture walking into work: "Hey, lady who talks way too loud. Lookin' good, hotass. Good morning, you little poor-manager, you!" Hee.
Also, the cat is getting fat.
I am going to see Ten Inch Hero on Sunday. To be perfectly honest, it looks like a completely middling movie. That YouTube clip is wildly uneven, from the fairly funny little pseudo-military bit on the phone with Daneel moving into the incredibly tired and overdone "buying tampons means I'm getting laid!" bit. Seriously, haven't we seen AT LEAST five standup comedians do that better? It's gonna be uneven and mediocre and yet I am going to spend the whole time watching Jensen Ackles in a kilt and being giggly and happy and squeeful.
That's sort of the nice part of being a fangirl, isn't it? You're allowed to just ENJOY sometimes. Given that I have such massive difficulty turning my brain off, I like how fandom both gives me a place to use those critical faculties in fic and meta and analysis but also gives me permission to just, y'know, sit back and shut up and have fun.
It rained today, for exactly the third time since I moved here. The fact that I can count five months of rain on one hand is... deeply odd to me. The call-center women in my little cubicle cluster were all bitching, LOUDLY, about the cold and the wet. I kept ending up leaning back in my chair and just listening to the rain on the skylights.
The sound of rain on the roof might possibly make me cry today. But that's just PMS, not deep-seated emotional distress.
Random: Isn't it nice how you can call a pet absolutely anything you want and they don't get mad at you? Seriously. A cat will answer to "fart-face" or "stinkypoo" or "little orange devil" or "spazz-a-matic" or "claws of doom!" or "pounce-meister" or whatever.
Can you imagine if life was like that? Just picture walking into work: "Hey, lady who talks way too loud. Lookin' good, hotass. Good morning, you little poor-manager, you!" Hee.
Also, the cat is getting fat.
I am going to see Ten Inch Hero on Sunday. To be perfectly honest, it looks like a completely middling movie. That YouTube clip is wildly uneven, from the fairly funny little pseudo-military bit on the phone with Daneel moving into the incredibly tired and overdone "buying tampons means I'm getting laid!" bit. Seriously, haven't we seen AT LEAST five standup comedians do that better? It's gonna be uneven and mediocre and yet I am going to spend the whole time watching Jensen Ackles in a kilt and being giggly and happy and squeeful.
That's sort of the nice part of being a fangirl, isn't it? You're allowed to just ENJOY sometimes. Given that I have such massive difficulty turning my brain off, I like how fandom both gives me a place to use those critical faculties in fic and meta and analysis but also gives me permission to just, y'know, sit back and shut up and have fun.