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weirdness and peer pressure and vividcon.
From one Wesley, in the comment thread on "The Weirdest Book in the World" at Tor.com:
...Having not seen the Seventh Doctor yet, I am wondering whether it's the book, or the Doctor. I'm a little scared, either way.
Unrelated to the above: yesterday, I succumbed to peer pressure from various folks at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fat_chance_fans (which is an awesome and lovely comm where I have thus far totally failed to say anything of substance, but fangirls interested in weight- and diet- and fitness-related things should check it out, because everyone there has been fantastic) and tried doing some push-ups with an eye toward trying out the one hundred pushups program. And wow, are my arms tired. Really, really tired. It's kind of sad.
And then today, after I'd spent all day with my arms sore and limp and useless,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fairmer
So all I can say is: damn that peer pressure! And, you know. Keep it coming! *g*
Also: hey, VividCon! That sure was awesome! I completely meant to post things about it, because I had an excellent time and talked to lots of people and even had Thoughts about some of them-there vids, but... you know how it is. A world full of shiny objects. I get distracted.
And then there was Atom Bomb Blues by Andrew Cartmel, a 7th Doctor book that had an alternate universe Manhattan Project, and Japanese agents in color-coordinated zoot suits, and a buffoonish security officer based for no obvious reason on Dashiell Hammett, and a random encounter with Duke Ellington, and a cameo by an alien named Zorg who adds a "z" whenever he says anyone's name. And a beatnik. And the Doctor tricks the security guy into thinking he's eaten peyote, also for no obvious reason... and his companion takes fish oil pills that give her superhuman mathematical skills, and she's wearing a cowgirl outfit because she thought the TARDIS was going to the Alamo... I am still not convinced that I did not hallucinate this book.
...Having not seen the Seventh Doctor yet, I am wondering whether it's the book, or the Doctor. I'm a little scared, either way.
Unrelated to the above: yesterday, I succumbed to peer pressure from various folks at
fat_chance_fans (which is an awesome and lovely comm where I have thus far totally failed to say anything of substance, but fangirls interested in weight- and diet- and fitness-related things should check it out, because everyone there has been fantastic) and tried doing some push-ups with an eye toward trying out the one hundred pushups program. And wow, are my arms tired. Really, really tired. It's kind of sad.And then today, after I'd spent all day with my arms sore and limp and useless,
fairmermatociquala (um, what, I totally know whose post I'm reading at any given time) posted about how taking a walk helped her work out some plotting problems in her stories. And lo, though I had no plotting problems to work out (my problem is more one of butt-in-seat, or rather, fingers-on-keyboard-when-relevant-file-is-on-desktop), I went and walked for thirty minutes. In fact, remembering--even if not precisely heeding--the sage words of Doctor Mama, I even ran for bits of it. So all I can say is: damn that peer pressure! And, you know. Keep it coming! *g*
Also: hey, VividCon! That sure was awesome! I completely meant to post things about it, because I had an excellent time and talked to lots of people and even had Thoughts about some of them-there vids, but... you know how it is. A world full of shiny objects. I get distracted.