GIP x 4

...So it turns out that school takes up a lot of a person's time. The other day? I was on campus for eleven hours and I checked my email once in that time. Once! I hardly even thought about porn (except when I thought the professor had brought it up as an example of a commodity, but as it turns out she said corn).

Anyway, I have been so remiss in posting that I haven't even GIPped appropriately. Herewith:

This icon of JJ's two daddies, and the lovely Johnny icon on this post, are both courtesy of sori1773, over at thedeadzone.

This one was made specially for me by fairmer from, I believe, a Genuine Photo From Scotland. She seemed to think it was particularly appropriate to me, apparently...

An icon just for music, by silverakira! Um, y'know. Now that I'm not over at ds_recs reccing music every Tuesday. Maybe I'll just have to share music here every Tuesday.

...Today's not Tuesday, right?

So I had this dream last night...

A bit of context, in the form of what I suppose are the things most occupying my attention right now:

a) This presentation I have to give tonight, on an article written in 1977 emphasizing the individual and human side of library use. The author talked quite a bit about where people are on their individual "time-space continuum" and spent a couple of paragraphs repeating the phrase "living, breathing human" in every sentence. I was rolling my eyes pretty hard, and then I had a flash of insight: She sounded just like Hutch (remember that episode in season one where he refused to answer to "Zebra 3" and insisted on addressing the dispatcher as a "fellow warm human" or whatever?) - this was a 1977 thing! And once I put her in her appropriate historical context, the article was much less irritating. Except for the part where I have to present it tonight.

b) The Dead Zone. In fact, I finished season two yesterday (omg squee!!!!) and intended to watch my first downloaded episode of S3 last night before bed--except that I couldn't get the spiffy DVD-ripped .avi to actually play on any of my media viewers, so I had to trash that whole torrent's worth of episodes and find another one, and the only other option turned out, as of when I went to sleep, to be glacially slow (it has since sped up respectably). So I went to sleep a bit anxious about my next DZ fix.


Which is the only explanation I can come up with for the dream which featured, among other less-well-remembered elements, Starsky and Hutch standing in a ditch on either side of a crashed PT Cruiser painted red with a familiar flaring white racing stripe.