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By that last one I mean, I will probably have to get a new ipod, as it doesn't appear to be an issue with the cord, but with the damn ipod itself. So the question is: what the hell can I name this one? All the others have been named after dead characters and amnesiacs, and I thought I was safe naming this one after the damn Dark Keyblader in Kingdom Hearts but APPARENTLY Riku now only wants to commune with the charger dock, and not any computers. You emo little shit, Riku. So, what the fuck other characters are there out there that I like that aren't A) crazy, B) amnesiacs at some point, or C) DEAD? This discounts like everybody from most of my fandoms ever.

You can tell I'm running on like four hours sleep, I think. I have to get on a train tonight. I haven't packed. And this kid is freaking me out. What is in the water in Canada?

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Question: I expect the apple store would sell ipod cables -- the one I use to hook up my stupid 30GB to the computer appears to be not working anymore. (At least I hope it's the cable, and not the ipod.) I can find cables on Amazon, but they all appear to be secret knockoffs? Or something? So, if I wander into an Apple store, will they sell me one for ten bucks or less? Or is someone going to try to convince me to buy whatever the newest Videonanoair thing is because nothing's compatible anymore? MAC IS CONFUSING, PLZ ADVISE.

"Now see, you guys brought this on yourselves, because you offed the one person in this whole movie who could properly instruct you on what to do in the event of a Don occurring. And now obviously we have a Don situation on our hands, and he's not here to tell you that you have to refrain from Don, or to do any kind of instructive dance on the subject, and really, if you can't keep your one Super Junior member alive for the sake of self defense, then I can't help you."

So that was fun.

And then there's this, which OH SNAP HATERS, seems like it could well mean that not only did we get SPN season four promised like, immediately, but it could mean a guaranteed season five as well. I don't know about you guys, but the less time I spend between January and June biting my nails over whether or not my favorite show is even going to come back on the air (despite still performing better than both of the network's darlings from last season) is definitely my idea of a very good thing. I guess we'll see.

A lover's tryst?

( SORDID FELINE LOVE AFFAIRS )

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And then after that we went to Blockbuster and rented an, uh, interesting mixture of Disney movies and Asian horror, snagged some Japanese takeout, and here we are settling in to get a little writing done. Pretty nice ending to a long, irritating week.

Cathryn Humphris: That he’s human, I guess. A shitty dad in some ways, but a dad who loved his kids and tried to do right by them, and was forever affected by his wife’s horrible death, and was obsessed both with avenging that death and keeping his children safe from the same fate...He taught his kids to shoot, to recognize and fight back against monsters… but he was absent emotionally in so many ways. And he put an immense about of pressure on Dean, and kind of denied him a childhood in some ways… probably because he had no idea who else to turn to. I think he was a flawed, often lousy father with the best of intentions.

Well I guess that puts to rest the whole "JOHN WAS A LOVING SAINT WHO WAS FOREVER PATIENT AND PERFECT WITH HIS CHILDREN" argument, right?

Oh, who am I kidding. :(

Haha also, like hanncoll pointed out, could it be more obvious what side the interviewer falls on? "SOME people think the sky may be blue, despite the fact that it's clearly a completely different color. Others contend it's a completely different (obviously true) color! Your thoughts?"

-Summer. I hate violently dislike am vaguely sullen at every single person who's skipping around happily exclaiming how isn't it great how the sun is out! HEAT IS DEATH, YOU FUCKERS.

-Being so full of mucus that my teeth hurt.

-SPN summer hiatus. OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD et cetera.

-My total inability to do anything art-wise except childishly smear color over a generic pose in an attempt to show graymary what the design (re-design, technically) for one of our four main characters looks like. Yes, he has pretty princess shoulder-length hair. You're going to have to cut him some slack, he used to be an anime character in the 90s.

-My cat's ability to completely and totally distract me from anything I'm doing ever by just rolling over onto his back and going PEEP PEEP PEEP.

Whew. Being disgruntled is hard work.

Actually speaking of the cat, he has this amazing hair trigger... thing that fires off in his brain whenever he sees anything string-like moving, and he'll leap on it with a speed I have not yet witnessed. This includes computer cords, headphone wires, and so on. He doesn't even hesitate to look at it like most cats I've seen. I've watched him bonk headfirst into the bed going after things without thinking before. I love him so much.

-Rewatching SPN from the beginning with graymary. NO, I AM NEVER SICK OF IT, EVER. Oh jesus boys, eat a cheeseburger or six. And your voices are so HIGH.

-Working on an extremely engaging writing project thing with graymary! It's not original, but it's not a fandom I think anybody around would be at all aware of, so it's as good as original. We're having a lot of low pressure fun with it. Possibly when it's done, I'll format it and put it on some webspace somewhere.

-Trying to plot out about three fics at once. (John is a stubborn guy.)

-Allowing an adorable Korean boyband to cheer me up. tsaiko, you would probably also find this hilarious. That music video doesn't even encompass the adorable hilarity. Yes, there's fifty six of them exactly. And they're here to sing a song about how society sucks! And to dance furiously. And then they needed a rock violin, but they're not going to just sample it in, no, they're going to get another kid in to play it, and dance at the same time. Seriously, it's like a TV channel called All Kittens Playing, All The Time. Between them having a TV show that appears to be devoted entirely to wandering around harassing foreigners in flirty English and the serious one being secretly bitchy, the warm fuzzies are never ending.

-Losing weight, actually. It's been kind of nice, noticeable differences in clothing fit and everything.

I'm pretty much trying to remind myself that I can update about whatever the fuck I want, and not every entry has to be a goddamn essay. So far, so good.

Ugghhhh, anyway, I'll have something fun to say later, no doubt. Sorry for all the boring silence lately!

graymary's apartment is kind of motherfucking awesome. And totally zombie proof, as we have exhaustively noted. ("You could close and lock this door," I said, "And then this one, or this one, and there's that easy sniping area on the landing." "The back steps are so tall we could probably just knock them off the building if we needed to!" she said. We take this very seriously. I have yet to turn my thoughts to the potential pitfalls of velociraptor involvement, but rest assured, it's on the agenda.)

Three cheers for California OKing gay marriage! Endless boos to the fundies immediately screeching about it, but still, it's something!

My boss keeps getting mad/protective at me because I don't think she believes I can lift the amount of weight I say I can. Despite the fact that I have stood in front of her, with a twenty pound box balanced on one shoulder without any trouble. (She actually screamed in dismay when she saw that.) It's both kind of funny, and kind of depressing, because it's pretty clear from her wording that it's very much one of those "but you're FEMALE! We should get a man to help us with this!" situations, and not so much a liability issue. Women don't lift heavy things, see. I mean, hooray for maybe not having to do so much physical labor, but it's a little annoying to be cautioned for efficiently doing something that doesn't cause me any trouble, just because of my gender. I guess I'll just take the opportunity to be lazy.

I'm still here, just not much to say. I have a new fridge and we're getting a lot of rain down here in droughtland. I love my cat. That is all!

Because you're all terribly interested in the saga of my fridge (yep, still broken!) I am apparently going to be getting a new one soon, because they have no fucking clue how to fix the old one. So hopefully in the next couple of days I'll be able to keep perishable food in the house again. That'd be awesome.

Dear SAG,
Striking would be a tremendous tactical error. You really, really won't find any public goodwill and I expect industry goodwill will be strained and forced at best. Seriously. You can go to the chopping block quietly and with dignity or you can get dragged there screaming your head off, but either way that's where you're going. So just go, will you?
Not a huge amount of love (seriously, quit publicly fighting with AFTRA you morons),
Shoi