Heading out to case the promise land

Guys, something strange and frightening is occurring. It has been nice here for days. Not just not raining, but sunny and incredibly warm. I have an actual tan! There are lunches outside and barbecues, and yesterday I worked from home and sat outside all day. I don't know where I am or what's happening!

Clearly, I should do some writing, because that always seems like a good idea in the sun. I have a few hours before the next prosecco adventure!

I hope you're all having a good Saturday, whatever you're doing. ♥

You know what's better than a Friday and its promise of possibly an early finish and two long lies thereafter? A Friday where you unexpected do not have to go into work because of major power failure in the building. Long weekend for the win! Now to decide what to do with this surprising bonus...

Of this thing, where you post, and sometimes people read it, and sometimes conversation ensues. It seems unlikely, but people assure me it's true.

So work is crazy and weird and full of stuff I don't know how to do, and sometimes pretty exciting, and then OMG terrifying. And there seems to be a troubling amount of social activity going on in my life. You know how it makes me crazy when there is too much people time!

But all that is incidental. Because I am mostly posting to talk of this strange fannish urge I am having. Because I read The Farseer Trilogy, and dear God, dear God in heaven, why is there not Fitz/Fool fic everywhere? I mean, yes, Robin Hobb hates fan fic, blah blah blah. But I have read these books, people, and as I have told mollyamory, if she didn't want fic, she shouldn't have written such ridiculously shippy books. Because they are. Ridiculously shippy. I do not think I entirely believe how ridiculous they are. There's declaring and dying for one another, and actual pining and reunionating, and also world-building and good writing. It is a thing of wonder.

Also a thing of wonder is that the third Gentleman Bastard book might actually be released before I die, and that makes me want to reread the first 2, and wallow in all the awesome Locke/Jean goodness. And I also still want to write Newsroom fic, because apparently the fact that it is a terrible show isn't enough to stand in the way of my desire to ship people who argue all the time. And I am catching up on Person of Interest, and Reese is still winning me over with his violently psychopathic yet sweet ways.

And I find myself with urges to watch that other show I used to like so I can see all the hugging. And them having a home base and...hugging. It's terrible! I was out, and I am being pulled back in! By hugging. There is fic, yes? Of them living together in their home and doing domestic things and then going out to shoot stuff?

Mostly, I am saying. What is this fannish business? Can I give up my job for it? Because it seems like it might be pretty time consuming.

I have been away all weekend, and tonight I went to the cinema, and tomorrow I have to go to work. Lots of socialising should never be followed by work. Do they not know it means it's like I didn't actually have time off?

Anyway, that was just me whining. I make this post for more important reasons. In a momentous event, I have seen my second ever Bond film. It was either really good or utterly ridiculous. Possibly both? I am not well versed in the ways of Bond (mostly because they generally do seem utterly ridiculous), but I do enjoy Daniel Craig shooting at things. Also Judy Dench does not know how to be anything but fabulous. I believe this is true.

Now I will go to bed. Maybe I'll contract the plague overnight and have no choice but to stay inside. One can live in hope.

later, a Yuletide post! And maybe a public apology, since certain things I believed about Homeland turned out to be very wrong. mollyamory maybe hates me a bit now.

What is this? A post! Shocking, I know.

Here are some things I meant to post about and then didn't, for no good reason other than laziness/forgetfulness/pretending to have a life offline.
1. I went to Barcelona and spent all the money ever and will probably have to sell a vital organ or two. Totally worth it.

2. I went on a motorbike and it was OMG awesome! I am so over this car business.

3. It is possible there is a new scary grownup job in my immediate future. Though it has been a saga, and I will not believe in it until I sign something. Also, see the scary part. I might just be in denial.

4. I am in an abusive relationship with Aaron Sorkin. I hate him! And I hate his show! Except for sometimes, when I don't. Sexist bastard.

5. Not unrelated to 5: I, like Dan Rydell, am having a New York renaissance. Though perhaps unlike Dan Rydell, it is not so much a New York Renaissance as a Sports Night renaissance. Dan Rydell is totally my TV boyfriend. I am also having a SGA renaissance. Or...proper discovery really. John Sheppard is totally my favourite! <3 <3 <3

6. The Avengers was fabulous! Tony Stark, in particular, was fabulous. I'd be perfectly happy if RDJ spent the rest of his life playing him. I keep threatening to write fic, but I am intimidated by the comics. I do, otoh, have 1,500 words of a terrible Steve/Bucky fic. musesfool thinks she wants to read it, but that is the natural side effect of not having read it.

7. After months of mollyamory bullying me, I finally watched the Person of Interest pilot. I resisted, you see, because of mollyamory's terrible taste in TV. And because she didn't sell it properly. "John is awesome," she said. Like that meant anything. Amusingly and violently awesome! Those were the words she belatedly decided she should have used. "I don't like killing people. But I'm very good at it," was the moment he stole my heart, in case any of you were wondering. I haven't seen any more of it, and I don't know if I'd be shippy about it, but I really enjoyed the pilot.

8. I am going camping or something at the end of September. Though glamping might be more accurate. Either way, I am still troubled by the lack of shower. How glamorous can it be?

I feel there might have been more, but maybe I will save that for another thrilling update. How have you been! You've all taken up with Tumblr, haven't you? Nobody's even here, anymore, right?

Ugh, you guys. One day, I will not leave everything to the last minute. Packing! Why do I not have minions to do it for me?

Anyway, I'm leaving for Milan in the morning, and I have been peculiarly busy for the last few days (she says by way of excuse for failing to be polite before now), but I wanted to say thank you so much to the people who sent me virtual gifts and birthday messages on Thursday. It really meant a lot. *smishes you all*

And a special thank you to de_nugis, who I believe is a gift from some benevolent god. She wrote me Friend of the Fourth Decade, a lovely, lovely Sam/Dean fic. Where they grow old and are still completely codependent and bantery and necessary to each other. It is truly a thing of wonder. I have been thinking of it with delight since I read it yesterday.

And in things that are not really for me but that I pretend totally are: there are many fabulous stories over at Silverbullets. I haven't been able to check them all out, what with the aforesaid RL getting in the way, but what I've read have been awesome, and I have no doubt that what I've still got to read will be just as good.

And now, for tea. And then bed. I have a passport and, if not currency at this time, certainly the means of getting it. And I have my phone. Anything else I've forgotten can't possibly be that important.

Here are some things I'd like to complain about (a truly shocking development for anyone who's been reading this journal for any length of time, I'm sure).

1. I was out last night, and while I was drinking (whiskey cocktails, WTF?), I was not drunk. And yet, still, I've been awake since half 5 this morning, and slightly hungover. unacceptable, universe.

2. More importantly, I think I have an iTunes problem. I need some sort of support group. I keep buying things! It is so easy, and painless, and it syncs to all my stuff instantly, and there is all of a sudden a lot of music I really want again. And that's not even counting the knew Josh Ritter on Tuesday, or the new Bruce in a couple weeks. Stuff I want! Lots of it! And yet, I am funding the evil empire of copyright holders. And possibly hurtling towards financial ruin. You see why this is a problem? This isn't even counting all the TV.

3. I am possibly writing a terrible story. It's, like, 13,000 words or thereabouts, and it's...very weird. Though I suppose mostly it's Dean angsting (not ingesting as autocorrect keeps trying to make it), with some sex, and a lot of talking. Sometimes I even like it, but I normally hate everything I write while I'm writing it, so probably that's the worst sign of all. Consider this your warning post, if I ever decide it can see the light of day.

4. Now I'm going to watch Homeland, which I hear is very good. This isn't so much a complaint, as an observation. At some point, I will also watch that other show I like. I have heard good things!

My work has been closed early due to weather. As I always like to say at these times: best. Day. Ever. (I will not be saying that if a tree falls through my window, obviously). Perhaps I will use this time to catch up with my yuletide source. Did I mention I was excited about that? I am.

In news that couldn't be related but isn't (unless I'm double bluffing and Community is my source), in this week's Community watching: Troy was picked by a cute librarian, and then he left her because she said Abed was weird. His outrage actually surpassed adorable and entered some realm for which the English language is inadequate. I believe they are the most in love ever. Really. And the thing I particularly enjoy is how the show loves them, too. Like, in Big Bang Theory, Howard and Raj are BFFs, but the show is always skirting the line of mocking it, you know? It's sort of, "Look how gay they are! Only not! Ha ha!" So far Community hasn't done that, and it makes me really happy. I am not onboard with this suggestion of no 4th season. :(

I am, however, onboard with the new Florence + The Machine album (Shake it Out can be my new Sam Winchester theme song, yes?), and the new Black Keys one. I haven't listened to all of the The Black Keys yet, but what I've heard has guitar Solos, and decent lyrics and awesome hooks. It is like good rock music in my life again. What is this madness?

Hi! Hope you guys are all having good days, too.

1. I'm not sure I will be watching any more White Collar. I haven't even seen the first ep of this season, but what I hear tells me I will not like it. ( spoilers )

2. ( Justified spoilers )

3. There really is no 3--or nothing that I am much for talking about. My boss is the biggest loser who ever losered, and I am filled with righteous rage whenever I am forced to deal with him. Which sadly, seems to be often, because he does not sense the death vibes I am surely giving out. Probably because he's an idiot.

Decisions are hard, yo. Why do I not have someone to make them for me? At the very least, someone who thinks they should, and then my reaction to whatever decision they made would indicate my true feelings on the matter. Universe, why do you constantly refuse to provide the things I want? I find it deeply unacceptable.

Anyway, it is a totally lovely day outside, and it is supposed to be for the rest of the week. I am even wearing a dress. And I enjoyed Game of Thrones, though ( tiny spoiler )

Mostly this update has no point, except for procrastination. I hope you are all having good Tuesdays, even if Tuesdays are universally known to be sucky.