Before I sleep:

Beauty.

YOU GUYS.

Rawson Thurber (scriptwriter, Dodgeball) JUST FINISHED the first full draft OF THE ELFQUEST MOVIE like, five days ago.

The editor in chief and co-writer of the book says so.

May actually not be vaporware.

Oh. My. God. <3

(Totally need a better copy of that picture. Possibly a .gif. SOONISH. Ahahahaha.)

Now to sleep for two hours and then finish out the report/final exam for drop-off tomorrow. The last of my finals is TOMORROW night wtf self overeager much.

(Please, let them be kind and smile on me though I mocked the same gods while their backs were turned; is this not the prayer of every student? So.)

eta to fix detour through microscopic black hole.

So.

Splashdown's unreleased demos and remixes disc that they bundled with orders as a thankyou gift to paying customers back before their house folded?

I HAS IT.

In lossless copy.

You want? Hit me up. <3

If the rings that I ran were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be, yeah

nyohah likely has it, too, and will as equally likely share, so if you decide I have the Internet cooties or w/e, you can pester her instead.

DKSLAFSA; THIS FUCKING DEMO <3

Now these horns are red and this bull can rest, no more scarlet capes to chase

( Attention, All Hands: Condition SQUEE. )

ajsklhklsjdjhlfaksdnadsfjklasdbfhkalsdfjdkl.

Eleventy.

BETTER TITS NEXT TIME, PLS.

Okay, now that we've got that out of the way.

Yessssssssssssss do go see it, do. The ending is for the lulz but mmm, the journey there.

*Bellows off-key alongside* BUT I'VE GOT YOU! UNDER MY SKIN.

What stress? To what are you referring.

I'm good, me. <3

Can't find your cellphone?

Who you gonna call?

I've only used this twice, but in both cases it's saved me while I was running to get my butt on a bus.

(The second time it had wedged itself down behind the couch. Never would've found it if I couldn't make it ring. BLESS YOU, little website, and all affection to your maker. <3)

Society made him
He's our responsibility

"No, no, you're...confused."

No I'm not, Chris; hush now and take your medicine.

I like Captain Solo where he is.

What the fuck.

Seriously WHAT THE FUCK.

What. What. What. What.

My brain.

Seriously? Seriously? D=

What the shit.

Jafar vs. Fantastic Four?

DISNEY OWNS WOLVERINE. Okay, whatever, but but but Sabretooth, aaannd and Storm before Halle got ahold of her, and, god, dude, my infancy just ATE my adolescence I AM FREAKING OUT.

Prepare the red matter. Launch the drill. Fuck their defense grids; black holes are magical.

Right, JJ? Right?

WHAT THE FUCK.

Oh. District 9.

Thank you, Mr. Jackson; I'm sorry it tanked; I love you for your brain ^_^

( Nothing back here but hyperactive brainfilth re: trailers, tl;dr, fuck friendslocking I'm lazy. )

What is my brain it's incredible that's what goddamn.

YOU GUYS.

In The Pale Moonlight.

YOU GUYS.

Nero is right. I mean, he doesn't know it, and wouldn't care if he did know it, because He So Craaazee, but. Still. In canon, even in shitty!Bermaga canon.

He doesn't know, because he can't know, but Spock knows, he must know, in order to know what else he knows, so unless he's dead by then (I have not checked my strictest canon) then he is actually lying about stuff--maybe not "Oh hey, us Vulcans are gonna slay you now kthxbye" but he is keeping quite a few other Fed cards tucked up in that bland grey vest.

...It will be war, Praetor. War is always glorious.

I. I don't. What is this I can't even.

It's possible I squeaked.

Thank you, Deep Space Nine. <3

I can't believe I just typed that whut. Lulz.

Yes, it's stupid how happy I am, and no, I don't care. XD

Short version: I AM A MACRO. AND SO CAN YOU.

( ...I'll do it in three. )

Long version: ( Who is your commander? Is it him? )


Good lord. I've actually blistered my thumb on the spacebar. XD

( Let me tell you about a kid I know, we met awhile ago. )

Deepest apologies to Melora Creager.

ohgod it has other stanzas. help.

I am now the proud owner of 24 23 cans of Mountain Dew Throwback. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH. ♥

( PICSPAM. )

I love you, shitty neighborhood in the boondocks. Even if you are a godforsaken hellpit of boundless, lightless suck in its natural pure suck form. <3

And there is also this. I may have actually laughed with delight IRL for the first time in about a year.

I can't find the screencaps post, but I have them all, so, HAY WHO WANTS KARL URBAN MAKING FACES AT CHRIS PINE? ^_~

And attractively stage-bloody Chris Pine. And Bruce Greenwood being all srs face.

Mygod this movie. Most worthy hot sausage buffet film with male leads I have seen in years.

Oh my god Ayel's outfit I did not think I could love him moar and fgghhgff, that stupid collar of that stupid jacket that is apparently not all there. UNF.

OKAY JHETI BREATHE.

And *college crap* I can't quite remember, on account of being so caffeinated my eyelids were twitching just so I could fake paying attention in lecture, and jesus the fucking dogs woke me up at fucking midnight, but who cares because STEPDAD ARRIVED bearing BOXES OF THROWBACK and I hurt all over and four hours is exactly the same amount of sleep I got yesterday.

I...I kind of love you, ffnet. Please don't ever change.

And kasviel? We've never met, but khlinae arhem and gratitude.

( It's more Romulan crap! )

I got my hair cut. I look awesome.

MY HAIRSTYLIST'S NAME IS GEORGE. <3 <3 <3

Let's not overlook that.

YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THAT GODDAMN MATH.

It's so beautiful.

Coolio.

Cut so I can pretend I'm sane.

( So I found the erhu in the <i>Star Trek</i> score. )

Holyshit poetry D:

( Nero/Ayel, in the manner of freshman lit class. )

Pardon any misquotes, will you? It's been a decade since I gave a damn and five years since I read any fancy books other than Twain or London, and those not recently, and they're not European enough, you know.

Frost doesn't count, he's not European EITHER, and I can only take him in small doses, neat, with bourbon, yes I'm serious.

Migraines do odd, odd things to my thought processes. ^_^

This is entirely sufficient excuse to use this icon.

Yes, it is.

Hahaha, the ad in the sidebar just happens to say, "We do more than shipping."

Oh, yes we do.

I wish the community were less fragmented. And that some of the here-first fen were less wary of the demented biker Romulans. Because they're so much fun! And once you know how they got that way, they're just lovely.

Nero has made them a hard and horrible world to do their growing up in, and I can't wait to see how they'll handle it, even though I know the next movie will be the Klingons, because everyone likes them best.

It's my pet theory that the Romulans need chainsaws.

Oh, hush.

There weren't any fiddles in first century Rome. And if there's any such instrument on ch'Rihan it's probably some version of a lyre and not played with a bow.

I mean. Really.

To start: since last Friday I've been running on an average of three hours' sleep a day.

( School. It matters. )

Housecleaning. It's not my favorite thing.

I like even less when horrible paper dust and flotsam rains a blizzard down on my freshly cleaned floors.

I am grateful for the new insulation, fellas, really. But.

Oh. There was also the part where I accidentally released some sort of chemical vapor in the bathroom because apparently Tilex and Lysol toilet cleaner are not friends?

It burned. In the back of my mouth. In my eyes. Dropped everything and fled to the guest bath, showered in my clothes, coughed up a little blood, realized I wasn't going to pass out and therefore could not possibly die from exposure, so it probably wasn't chlorine.

My lungs are still raw. But they've always been touchy. I just hope I don't get sick between here and there; there's the usual dorm croup going around because the incoming freshmeats and their parents are visiting in droves again, and I might actually catch it in an already-hurt state. Mouth taste was a little sideways yesterday, but it's fine now.

Strange, my eyes were what hurt the most, and they're fine.

So I took a nap and rewashed the linens and refused to clean the floors again, and slept.

Yesterday was more real world obligations. I was so tired I don't remember most of them.

( Dreaming and Star Trek fic writing talk. )

Um. I swear the original purpose of this entry was...

( Yesterday: awesome day was AWESOME. )

Today was doing a bunch of stuff I didn't want to do and then taking another nap, during which the subject appeared to be why Kirk/McCoy rules or something.