Randomness

Had a light bulb moment while cleaning the kitchen and figured what my ultimate "everything's downhill from here" goal is - to write a book. Published would be nice too, but just seeing if I can work something out without being stopped by fear of imperfection. Fantasy, most likely, because it's what I breathe. I know what I think works and what I think doesn't, and that's certainly a start isn't it? *ahem* And I start by actually making it through The Deluxe Transitive Vampire. Hmph.

Watching King of the Hill, the episode where Connie, Hank and Co. play bluegrass. Puts me in the mood for Allison Krauss and Union Station, I tell you what.

The Pink Panther remake commercial is playing. Beyonce Knowles can't act, but if Heather Graham is allowed to get work Lords know Beyonce should be too.

I want to see Something New. At first I didn't, because it looked like typical romance cheese and I didn't like the male lead. Now it still looks like romance cheese, but that Simon Baker character has grown on me. And I can't turn down the Faison. Ah, Turk...!

I've gotten into Samurai Champloo, as the icon attests. Much Jin love from this side of things. I want to get the DVDs to catch the earlier eppys, but $22 for 3 episodes? Craziness. Makes me want to restart my Netflix membership.

School's on. Already I've started with the social withdrawal. I don't know what it is about sitting in a classroom with people who ask stupid-ass questions for six hours that makes me want to not interact with anyone.

Get the Led Out

I have lots of reading to do for class but I find my nose in Anansi Boys. Last semester I did very little reading/studying for classes and did pretty well, and it's hard to stop being lazy when you haven't yet had to deal with serious repercussions.

And...I'm so frakking bored it's driving me crazy. Cleaning can only carry a person so far.

I started with Anansi Boys last night, and looking at the page that Neil signed cued a weird dream later on. One that involved me meeting Robert Plant at a signing. We had a semi-long one-sided conversation that involved me gushing over Led Zeppelin and him listening politely (fredericks: "I really love your work, particularly the acoustic stuff", R. Plant: "A-huh, is that right?", etc etc) then I pulled out my CD player for him to sign since I had no Led albums on me. He made a sketch of a psychedelic tree and then handed it back to me. Only thing "it" had morphed into the case Baltar had used to ship the nuke over to Gina in the Epiphanies episode of BSG. Then I started worrying about how I was going to explain to Ron Moore how I had to take the case without ruining the plot of BSG...basically the dream got weirder and stupider.

Now I'm going to slowly walk away from LJ.