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

So, for those who haven't heard, Stark is going to the Tonys again because Kinky Boots is up for a gazillion awards (deservedly so, from the sound of it) and he himself is one of them (Best Actor in a Leading Role). Oh God, I hope he wins or, at the very least, that Kinky Boots gets Best Musical so that Bring It On: The Musical (oh god why is this even a thing) doesn't get it.

But I mostly want Stark to win because OH MY GOD IMAGINE THE STUPIDLY ADORABLE SPEECH. IMAGINE IT. IT MIGHT EVEN INVOLVE THIS LOOK:



We should totally have a virtual Tonys watch party or something ( (I CAN BRING GRAPE SODA!) )

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"Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible..." -- Dalai Lama

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Cheers.

Because jean_iris is a horrible enabling enabler person and keeps posting these on my Twitter.

( It really just isn't fair that someone who actually exists gets to be so criminally good-looking and NOT a jerk )

...*sigh*


Oh Stark, don't ever change (which, at this point, is looking pretty likely, damn him).

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"Luck is believing you're lucky..." -- Tennessee Williams

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Cheers.

P.S. - I mean this in a totally non-creepy/just curious way: does anyone know what his dad looked like? I've seen his mother because their family is kind of a big deal down here (she's even been in the paper before) but I don't think I've ever seen his dad...Go figure.

So I watched the pilot episode of NYC 22 (as if I would miss it) and, on the whole, I found it surprisingly enjoyable. I went in fully expecting it to suck and privately dreading its inevitable premature cancellation, but the first episode was very encouraging; it moved along at a pretty decent clip without becoming incomprehensible (a lot of pilots try to do too much too soon) and set up a few potentially good story arcs.

My sole nitpick with it -- besides the extreme under-use of Stark, of course -- was that I'm pretty sure I can predict every rookie's early story arc based on these set-ups. ( Cut for those who haven't seen it yet )

We'll see if I'm right.

Anyone else out there have thoughts/#feelingz about it? TELL ME *grabby hands* In the mean time, I'll just be over here praying desperately for more looming and threatening and producing of handcuffs.


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"Neither irony or sarcasm is argument..." -- Samuel Butler (but it sure is fun though)

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Cheers.

For a bit of background, patients at my internship frequently bring their small, rambunctious children with them to their appointments (which I understand, daycare is expensive and blah fuckin' blah). I am frequently tasked with making sure said children don't brain themselves with a medicine ball or cause untold property damage with free weights, that sort of thing.

Three things I learned from my physical therapy internship today:

1) If there is a potentially dangerous object in a room, any unattended small children present will immediately locate and fixate on said object
2) The more dangerous the object, the more small children will cry/fuss when you attempt to remove them from harm's way
3) After this afternoon, I'm 99% sure I'm never having children. Ever. Or, at the very least, not without ready access to tranquilizer darts.

This was me by the end of the day:


Ugh.

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"If youth knew; if age could…" -- Sigmund Freud

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Cheers.

P.S. - To make up for the whining, have some fic I did.

THIS IS A THING THAT IS HAPPENING



jfklersjtklrjkljtklrejlktjrl I DIE. THAT IS ALL.

Edit (I LIED ABOUT THAT BEING ALL): A quote from the page...

Sands will play “Troy Nelson, a young soldier on leave who’s a forlorn and talented musician.”

GOLLY, WHY DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR? [/type-casting at its finest]

Cheers.

LET'S TALK ABOUT The Devil Inside, SHALL WE?



I think my immediate reaction the second the credits started rolling is pretty telling in itself: "*blink blink* That's it?! OH COME ON."

( Allow me to elaborate (cut for spoilers) )

I hope the (inevitable) sequel handles its storylines a bit more deftly, there's potential for some interesting concepts and it'd be a shame to keep wasting said potential.

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"Be happy. It's one way of being wise..." -- Colette

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Cheers.

All right, so I've been mainlining Law & Order: Special Victims Unit all afternoon to try to distract myself from the general suck of RL at the moment. In the middle of watching an episode about some shenanigans going down at a sex/swingers club, I realized someone looked kind of familiar...

( This makes the second cast member I've seen on SVU... )

Does this make anyone else think of and/or want threesome/foursome/moresome fic, or is it just me? Anyone?


Internets: *collectively side-eyes me*

Just me? All righty then. I now return you to your regularly scheduled internetting.

Cheers.

P.S. - For any Sons of Anarchy fans out there on my flist (I can think of at least a couple), Opie was in this one too. THREE-WAY FANDOM COLLISION AHOY.

THING THE FIRST: Dear university athletic training program director,

Remember how you said my biggest failing was that I needed to work on my people skills? Well I have some news for you; one client I saw at work today was the third person who told me they made a point of booking me specifically. Each of my "regulars" (in different words) said they liked me enough to book me again because I'm a) a good teacher, b) encouraging/nice/funny, and c) patient. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that sounds to me like I have pretty good people skills.


Just sayin'.

--emerald_skies (who might still be a little bitter about being rejected twice...)


THING THE SECOND: Remember that test I mentioned having on Tuesday that I was convinced I flunked? Well....here are my grades for that class:

Exam 1 (with approx. one week of studying): 75
Exam 2 (with approx. one week of studying): 82
Exam 3 (the one I mislabeled on my calendar) (with one night of studying): ....91

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MY BRAIN WORKS OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT I AM CLEARLY SOME SORT OF GENIUS.

THING THE SECOND (PART TWO): Apparently my grade is the reason the professor didn't grade on a curve for this exam. I am THAT student, the curve-wrecking cyborg, for once in my life.


So yeah, between those two things (and other little insignificant victories), things actually sort of looked up today. Here's hoping it's the start of a trend, yeah?


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"Perfection itself is imperfection..." -- Vladimir Horowitz (...*headsplode*)

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Cheers.

P.S. - I watched whatever Glee episode "Pot o' Gold" was and spent the whole episode battling the urge to squee and smish Rory and his stupid adorable FAAAAAAAAAAAACE. That is all.

So....I fic'ed some more -- mostly because my flisties (and their flisties) are horrible enablers, but also because this keeps me from stressing about how university is conspiring to make me die of a massive ulcer.

Title: Feeling This
Author(s): emerald_skies
Pairing: Starsgard
Rating: Not rated, PG at the very most for a smidge of language
Summary: In which the boys find that letting go is harder than one might expect.
Author's Note: Written for melkerr as a sequel to Reflection. melkerr wanted sappy fic and, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I was all too happy to oblige. Title is taken from a Blink-182 song (shut up, I can hear y'all judging me from here).

( It's about 10:00 at night... )

I just couldn't leave them like I did. Some people have it in them to torture their characters and call it a day, but I ain't one of 'em -- I need at least a bittersweet ending. THAT probably deserves some judging *headscreen*

I also realized it's probably a sign of how long it's been since I went to the movies that I thought Captain America was still in theaters (I think the last thing I saw was Don't Be Afraid of the Dark). I intend to remedy that this weekend, so I have to ask: what's playing that's good these days?

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"Anger cannot be dishonest..." -- Marcus Aurelius

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Cheers.

Okay, so iPhones are pretty much the coolest thing ever. I've been noodling around with mine pretty much nonstop since I got it yesterday, and have already resigned myself to the fact that it's probably going to utterly destroy any hope I had of doing productive things this year.

No regrets though, because it's JUST THAT MOTHERFUCKING COOL.

If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up. It is so choice [/Ferris Bueller reference]

In other news, IT'S RAINING. Like, really raining, in a way it hasn't done in MONTHS. Fucking droughts, man, how do they work? I almost went outside to gawk up at the sky like turkeys supposedly do when it's raining.

Finally, I have a question for the more technologically oriented among you -- who the fuck do I have to kill to get a decent American Idiot iPhone wallpaper? I've been trying to make this happen since yesterday and it's amazingly difficult (or I'm just amazingly stupid and am missing a perfectly obvious solution). Halp?

(I did make my own Idiot ringtones though -- I now hear Stark's lovely voice every time I have a phone call *dreamy sigh*)

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"Fear makes us feel our own humanity..." -- Benjamin Disraeli

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Cheers.