Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

Internets, you know what's probably a bad sign? When I went to take a shower just now, I turned on the cold water tap and got hot water instead. What's probably a worse sign is that this didn't surprise me in the slightest -- it's actually pretty normal for summer here. The only bright side in all of this is that it's only rained about a quarter of an inch in the last 2-3 months, so at least the mosquitos haven't had a chance to get out of hand yet.

In short, thank Raptor Jesus for air conditioning, because otherwise this would be me:



Also, why isn't it July yet? Between the next (and last *sniffle*) HP movie and the next Dresden Files book, July is swiftly becoming very relevant to my fannish interests.

If anyone needs me, I'll be off in the corner trying not to die of heatstroke and struggling to resurrect my poor muse. Perhaps rolling around in the latest GK kink meme might help a bit...

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"There is no sin except stupidity..." -- Oscar Wilde

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Cheers.

P.S. - I'm considering designing some sort of multi-fandom prompt meme...thingy using song lyrics. Maybe something where anyone who wants to can volunteer by commenting with a fandom they write for, then I would reply with two lines of song lyrics and a pairing, then you guys could use that to generate little bits of comment fic? Idk, I figured it might help if anyone else is having problems with their muse too.

P.P.S. - Okay, so I've been seeing trailers all over everywhere for Super 8 which, as far as I can tell, looks like the bastard love child of E.T., Cloverfield, and War of the Worlds (with just a little Jurassic Park thrown in for flavor). Am I close? What's this movie's deal? Someone, please explain this shit to me.

FACT #1: No matter how much fun they might be, doing certain dance moves from American Idiot while listening to the soundtrack will get you funny looks -- especially the invisible head banging when you (incorrectly) think no one is looking at you.

FACT #1a: If it looks goofy when the Idiots do it, you don't stand a chance in hell of looking anything less than totally ridiculous. Like this move, for instance:




FACT #2: This gif amuses me far more than it probably should:



FACT #2a: As does this one




FACT #3: In three of my classes, I don't have anything else to worry about until their respective finals. The one class for which I don't have a final? Is the one that includes a group term project that's going to continue to take over my life in that remaining two weeks. It fucking figures.


FACT #4: Stomach bugs suck. They suck even worse when you have to drag yourself out of bed anyway to work on said previously mentioned term project.


FACT #5: It's generally a bad idea to roll your eyes and contemplate Silent Hill jokes when you hear a tornado siren outside, even if your power hasn't gone out and it's not even raining all that hard. It might possibly (read: definitely) be because a tornado touched down a few miles from campus.


Facts 3 and 4 are conclusive proof that the universe has a sick sense of humor. Oh well, at least the other ones are (relatively) funny, plus my temporarily lightened school workload means I should be able to get some more work done on my various fics...in theory *headdesk*

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"To be alive at all involves some risk..." -- Harold MacMillan

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Cheers.

P.S. - Potentially unpopular opinion, ahoy:

Dear international media,

Would it be possible for you to SHUT THE FUCK UP (or at least calm down) about the royal wedding? I rolled my eyes at the commemorative refrigerator (I wish I were joking), but speculating about whether or not their potential daughter might be allowed to be Queen someday? To the point of mentioning it as a potential topic to Parliament? That's just too much ridiculousness for me to take -- I mean, talk about counting your chickens before they hatch. In conclusion, RELAX (or at least pick less hideously boring people to obsess about).

Sincerely,
emerald_skies

Since I can't figure out a way to make this post tie together topic-wise, I'm going to do this in list form:

1) I've seen at least three different dudebros riding child-sized bikes around campus today. Is this a thing now? For comedic purposes, I hope so -- the size difference between the dudebros and their bikes was pretty damn funny -- but, on the other hand, it just seems...pointless. I don't get it but, then again, I'm aware that I live under a pretty giant metaphorical rock. Thoughts from people who don't?


2) In the course of poking around the internet this morning (as you do), I stumbled across a quite fascinating article indeed examining how the wackier fundies misinterpret, misconstrue, or otherwise warp a few common biblical passages in order to condemn homosexuality (and all the reasons -- including historical context and talking about language -- why they're wrong). For a bonus point that ought to shut said wacky fundies up, the author has a doctoral degree from a biblical seminary and has been studying the Bible exhaustively for the last 50 years.

For an example of a fascinating point from the article, did y'all know that neither Hebrew nor Ancient Greek (aka significant biblical languages) have a specific word for 'homosexual'? I sure as hell didn't, and I'm a language geek. So really, it's an informative read (and pretty entertainingly written).

Side note: surprisingly enough, I found this article in the comments section of an ohnotheydidnt post. Go figure.


3) Internets, as some of you might have noticed, I occasionally hate my life (and frequently bitch about it). That isn't news though. This new reason why, however, is:

The sociology department of my university is sponsoring a study abroad trip to Poland. POLAND. I could pay an obscene amount of money to geek out about World War II (and Poland in general anyway, since I think it's interesting in its own right) and possibly visit the at least five Polish flisters that I can recall off the top of my head and maybe just possibly stalk Paweł a little.

Except I can't, for three reasons:

1) I can't afford it, and my family can't afford to spot me the money because one of my folks is having hip surgery in *glances at calendar* about a month and a half.
2) Because of said hip surgery, I have to spend all summer at the Ol' Homestead playing nursemaid/chaffeur and helping the physical therapist. I'm only slightly annoyed by this because it's relevant to my academic interests, but it's going to be...trying....nonetheless.
3) There are two summer classes I have to take in order to graduate on time.



Raptor Jesus (or whoever else happens to be listening up there), why can't I have nice things -- or, rather, why do nice things have to be so fucking expensive (and badly timed)? I realize that I have it pretty good for the most part, but some of these lost opportunities I keep getting faced with are just cruel.

Oh well, at least I found a way to sneak a Stark gif into this post (and to even make it relevant, wonder of wonders). Small blessings and all that.

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"I am a part of all that I have seen..." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Cheers.

Dear self,

When you're depressed and generally having a bad day in brain chemistry land, it might not be the best idea to poke around in ohnotheydidnt. Instead of chuckling over the hilarious gifs and whatnot, you'll most likely just wind up having to resist the overpowering urge to reach through the screen and murder someone. That is, on top of the previous emotional problems.

Just sayin',
emerald_skies


So, basically, my creativity is temporarily shot and it's been a weird couple of days in terms of being extra irritable/depressed at the littlest things (even getting an 80 on the Sports Nutrition test i thought I failed left me miffed...wtf?) Thanks for putting up with all the real life posts -- and subsequent lack of actually interesting fannish posts. Have this old-but-classic video:

( 'Starry nights, city lights comin' down over me...' )

I'd post a clip of him singing Hey Ya -- I still can't make it all the way through the song without laughing -- but I don't have on onhand. Hope this makes up for the otherwise emo-tastic nature of this post.

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"We are rarely proud when we are alone..." -- Voltaire

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Cheers.

1) The fact that my Applied Kinesiology professor from two semesters ago

a) Remembered me enough to wander over and chat with me
b) Has a Black Flag tattoo on the back of his neck (and enough other tattoos that even Tunny would be impressed)
c) Is actually surprisingly attractive (he teaches Brazilian jiujitsu on the side, picture the results of that for a moment)

2) Adding to the ever-expanding mental list of Things I Cannot Say to Stark When I Meet Him

3) Movies I want to see this weekend

4) Stuff to post on here (damn it...)

5) Scenes for my Starsgard fic

6) Scenes for the Batman!AU

7) All the horribly violent things I'd like to do to the asshole from the athletic training program who sauntered over to make insincere chitchat with me

8) The fact that I was mistaken for a grad student (again) earlier today


Attention span? What attention span?

I'm so going to fail *headscreen*

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"Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted..." -- John Lennon (how weirdly appropriate)

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Cheers.

P.S. - To clarify the random chats with people, I was studying in a common area in the gym


ETA:

Dear irritating douchecanoes throwing the loud party in the courtyard just under my window,

Y'all have no idea how tempting it was for me to stick my head out the window and ask two questions:

1) How many of you are in greek organizations? (my guess: 90% of you)
2) How many of you are science majors (as in the laboratory kind)? (my guess: none of you, I know this because of the ridiculously excessive free time you have)

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

No love,
emerald_skies (aka the incredibly pissed off ginger from the second floor)

Internets, let's assume for a moment that all of us reading this have had at least one test go poorly for us over the course of our academic careers -- some more poorly than others, some more recently than others.

( I had just such a test today, so I devised a scale of Test Tank-itude )

At least I hear a significant amount of other people in the class experienced similar problems. Praise be to Raptor Jesus that the tests are only 20% of the lecture section (and this is the first of four), and also for the 10-point-overall-average-cushion that is the lab section of the class.

On the bright side, this story made me laugh so hard that I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear me. Read it but, for the love of Raptor Jesus, do finish whatever you're eating/drinking first (if anything).

Also, Glee comes back tonight!


And that's all I've got for now. Expect a review post (remember those?) for Kung Fu Hustle sometime this week (most likely Thursday/Friday).

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"The greatest remedy for anger is delay..." -- Thomas Paine

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Cheers.

P.S. - I love that my most recent Stark post got me three new friends -- I can't be the only one who finds this pleasantly amusing.

Internets, I officially hate my neighbors. Two noise complaints later, I woke up at about 8:00 this morning and was shuffling around Le Flat (waiting for the caffeine to kick in), and what am I confronted with? The ever familiar, ever rage-inducing BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF BOOMF of my neighbors' speakers (from above this time).

Who honestly needs to blast their shitty, generic R&B at EIGHT FIFTEEN IN THE GODDAMN MORNING?! I ask you. Is this trendy? Did I miss something?

Ugh. Anyway, since either a) my R.A. hasn't done anything, b) the neighbors are exceptionally asshole-ish stubborn, or c) some combination of both, I am now plotting revenge. Mostly in the form of putting my tiny stereo on the highest shelf I can find in Le Flat with the speakers pointed at the ceiling and blasting the most terrifying death metal I can find (said tiny stereo is shockingly loud). But internets, I'm torn over choices in death metal based on what I have, which is where y'all come in:

[Poll #1613168]

I know this comes across as really fucking immature, but god damn it I can't take a whole semester of this, I need to nip it in the bud.

In the mean time, stay tuned for True Blood write-ups later today/tonight (omg the season is almost over, when did that happen O_o)... Ack! Gotta run, class is starting soon



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"Big results require big ambitions..." -- Heraclitus

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Cheers.

ETA: I FAIL AT BIRTHDAYS YET AGAIN fjkldshakjlhfgdjklrahg

Um.

Happy (belated) birthday to liketheroad, feminesque, and christinareborn -- hope y'all had a good time <3