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strangecobwebs and textualchauvini came over. I loaned strangecobwebs Outlander on Thursday, and textualchauvini managed to wait about half an hour after arriving before she asked if she could have the next Miles Vorkosigan book (Memory, at that point, but she's up to A Civil Campaign now--I've finally met someone who reads faster and more obsessively than I do). At one point we were all just sitting around my apartment reading our respective books (I was working on A Breath of Snow & Ashes), and Auvi looked around and said, "We have the most exciting Saturday nights ever." Strange and I looked up at that, shrugged, and went back to our reading. They're good books!
Especially Ashes, which, dammit, is spawning fic bunnies like mad now that I've finished it.
I finished my book first, and went and turned on the hockey game, only to find the Caps inexplicably beating Montreal by a score of 3-0. (OLIE OLIE OLIE!) We watched the rest of the game (final score of 5-1, against Montreal, omgwtf?) and then rounded out the evening with a few episodes of S1 Dead Zone (Johnny on drugs! Johnny on fire! Canonical orgy!) and then I was compelled to show Auvi and Strange the first RayK episode of Due South, so that they wouldn't go away thinking Callum is always creepy and scary and evil.
Auvi expressed a desire to put Ray Kowalski in her pocket, or possibly to be surrounded by people who talk like him, even if it meant flying to Alberta on spring break: my work here is done.
Tonight we got together to do some actual schoolwork. So we were at the library for about an hour, trying to work out, from a couple of stray sentences at teh end of the syllabus, just what we're supposed to be presenting a week from Thursday for twenty percent of our grade in the course. Then we went out to our local chili joint for dinner, and, inspired by the country music (and my dramatic retelling of the great gay love story that is "Feed Jake" by the Pirates of the Mississippi) we decided that the time to see Walk the Line, the Johnny Cash movie starring Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon, was now. then. you know what I mean.
We made it from College Park to the Majestic in 23 minutes, and sat through enough previews to find out that Hollywood has decided to make a major motion picture out of Tristan and Isolde, because, y'know, Romeo and Juliet just ISN'T DEPRESSING ENOUGH. And then: The Joaquin! As Johnny Cash! And, hey, Robert Patrick playing his dad! And he was touring with Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley and then later he appeared to be living in a motel room with Waylon Jennings and--
Dude, Johnny Cash RPS is so not my new fandom I swear to God. But if it were, it would be pretty. And drug-addled.
Also, I have a job interview tomorrow. Which I am not thinking about. La la la la la. And then a couple of days after that I am driving to Michigan, and apparently it will be snowing from Pittsburgh on, but I am not thinking about that either, la la la la LA LA LA.
strangecobwebs and textualchauvini came over. I loaned strangecobwebs Outlander on Thursday, and textualchauvini managed to wait about half an hour after arriving before she asked if she could have the next Miles Vorkosigan book (Memory, at that point, but she's up to A Civil Campaign now--I've finally met someone who reads faster and more obsessively than I do). At one point we were all just sitting around my apartment reading our respective books (I was working on A Breath of Snow & Ashes), and Auvi looked around and said, "We have the most exciting Saturday nights ever." Strange and I looked up at that, shrugged, and went back to our reading. They're good books!Especially Ashes, which, dammit, is spawning fic bunnies like mad now that I've finished it.
I finished my book first, and went and turned on the hockey game, only to find the Caps inexplicably beating Montreal by a score of 3-0. (OLIE OLIE OLIE!) We watched the rest of the game (final score of 5-1, against Montreal, omgwtf?) and then rounded out the evening with a few episodes of S1 Dead Zone (Johnny on drugs! Johnny on fire! Canonical orgy!) and then I was compelled to show Auvi and Strange the first RayK episode of Due South, so that they wouldn't go away thinking Callum is always creepy and scary and evil.
Auvi expressed a desire to put Ray Kowalski in her pocket, or possibly to be surrounded by people who talk like him, even if it meant flying to Alberta on spring break: my work here is done.
Tonight we got together to do some actual schoolwork. So we were at the library for about an hour, trying to work out, from a couple of stray sentences at teh end of the syllabus, just what we're supposed to be presenting a week from Thursday for twenty percent of our grade in the course. Then we went out to our local chili joint for dinner, and, inspired by the country music (and my dramatic retelling of the great gay love story that is "Feed Jake" by the Pirates of the Mississippi) we decided that the time to see Walk the Line, the Johnny Cash movie starring Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon, was now. then. you know what I mean.
We made it from College Park to the Majestic in 23 minutes, and sat through enough previews to find out that Hollywood has decided to make a major motion picture out of Tristan and Isolde, because, y'know, Romeo and Juliet just ISN'T DEPRESSING ENOUGH. And then: The Joaquin! As Johnny Cash! And, hey, Robert Patrick playing his dad! And he was touring with Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley and then later he appeared to be living in a motel room with Waylon Jennings and--
Dude, Johnny Cash RPS is so not my new fandom I swear to God. But if it were, it would be pretty. And drug-addled.
Also, I have a job interview tomorrow. Which I am not thinking about. La la la la la. And then a couple of days after that I am driving to Michigan, and apparently it will be snowing from Pittsburgh on, but I am not thinking about that either, la la la la LA LA LA.