Pour it all on the ground for Estelle Getty, ladies and gentlemen.

fury: sad
sound: golden girls, world without end, amen

it appears that my our of warranty hard drive has dropped dead (motherfucker). Do i

A. Go through the techsupport rigamarole with fucking Dell to find out if they can help (since they sent me this system when the one I paid for overheated), or

B. Go to the mall and get a new one at the Best Buy because I will end up doing that anyway and I really do not want to be computerless during this hell month, or

C. Some more sensible solution I haven't thought of yet?

Oh god i hate july.

ETA: I got it up and running enough to back up my data, at least. Now I feel more like I can handle taking it to Best Buy and seeing if they can sell me a hard drive or whatever there. Just...not what I needed, you know?

Tags: techsupport
fury: irate

I changed my default icon and my LJ colors* to encourage me to post more. So far it's just encouraged me to gaze meditatively at my friendslist. Sorry? At least it's pretty.

So, in the spirit of making me post something (and letting me not post about my actual, you know, uninteresting life), the first five (5) of y'all to comment on this post** with a character or pairing will get either a sentence of fic, a full-fledged drabble, or a mini-fanmix with two or more songs. If you aren't one of the first five, feel free to suggest something anyway, because if this goes well I'll just keep going through suggestions. I'm just iffy about promises.

*I thought about changing the layout, but I hate all the other layouts I experimented with. Sigh.

**I love how this makes it sound like there are hundreds of you lined up to leave comments after it takes me a month to post.

fury: busy
sound: bright eyes: and I can't sleep next to a stranger

Hi, internets. Happy Fourth of July (Good Riddance Day if you're in the UK).

Let's just skip over the disclaimers about how I never post and I'm going to change that, honest, I mean it this time, and go straight to the part where Wall-E was a really, really good movie. Don't even want to spoil it, just want y'all to see it. And then petition Pixar to make more beautiful, adorable, fun movies set in a horrifying future dystopia. 'Cause that's a pretty neat trick.

For all your epic Americana needs, I recommend videos from Josh Ritter live with the Boston Pops. Thank god someone out there is a better bootlegger than me, I couldn't even try because I was too busy being awed by how good it was. I can't even write about it (about much of anything).

I'm going to watch baseball movies and 1776, and pretend that I live in a country that John McCain isn't in. Anybody else up for buying an island in Dubai?

Tags: music
fury: sleepy
sound: josh ritter: singin' 'bout vengeance like it's the joy of the lord

Via minervacat : Five songs beginning with the letter R. Download, enjoy, comment if you'd like a letter.

Raphael - Carla Bruni
Il a l'air d'un ange, mais c'est un diable de l'amour

Real Long Distance - Josh Ritter
Telephone's ringing, mama, please don't you leave it alone (note: The lyrics of this one aren't the best, but I love the E-Street Band style fake ending)

Reservoir - Hem
Just outside of Pittsburgh, I saw it from my car: The light shined to the bottom of the reservoir

Romeo Had Juliette - Lou Reed
A diamond crucifix in his ear is used to help ward off the fear that he has left his soul in someone's rented car

Rompe - Daddy Yankee
Los barrios están ready, one, two, get ready

I think I figured out today that being someone's boss actually means I can make her do stuff I do not want to do. This is so exciting I can't tell you.

Also, I am failing at polls for some reason, but I basically wanted to ask: where do we stand on pedal pushers?

Tags: music
fury: allergic
sound: rolling stones: i only get my rocks off when i'm dreaming

Some things:

Watching a Law & Order rerun while working from home, I actually caught a typo in one of their black-screen, white-type location/date placards. Unless the detectives were actually in Greenich, Connecticut.  For some reason, I find this charming.

Saw Iron Man this weekend.  It was good but there's not much to comment on about it, except, how is it possible for Junior Downey to still look as good as he does? You'd think that many rehab stints would leave him looking like Courtney Love. Mais non, he is still lovely; he must have genetics like Stevie Nicks. Also, the process of crossing this movie over with the Christian Bale Batman franchise can't start too soon for my dubious taste. Even just Tony and Bruce hanging out at a party with society bimbos would be pretty awesome.

And, in the middle of writing this post, I just opened the wrong side of a pepper container and dumped it instead of sprinkled it, thereby ruining my dinner. So I have to come up with something else to eat, and the effort required to do that right this minute seems like more than it's worth, even for food.

Okay, now the anecdote part of the post is over, so if you're just reading casually and don't want to get sucked into the vortex of my slightly-overcaffeinated self-hating ramblings, please feel free and encouraged to click away. I bet the next post down on your f-list is cleverer, and has like a funny meme or at least a cuter icon.

( I heard the truth about you )

Also I'm still trying to wake my creativity back up.  So I might do yet. another. drabble offer post. If  I do, it'll have to have a deadline. 

I have decisions to make. I hate making decisions. I wish I could ask y'all to make them for me.

I wish I remembered whether I said "y'all" back when I lived in Virginia or if I picked it up as an internet-speak affectation circa the time when Squishy was my favorite website.

I am fucking old in Internet time.

This post has too many I statements for my comfort.

fury: bitter
sound: storm large, "helter skelter" (hey, i don't judge your youtube comfort food)

So I really want to do that AU meme, but it turns out that I am

A) hyper-busy at work, like, oh, I forgot, and by the way I am someone's boss now and they're going to force me to share an office with someone I hate which I think may cause me to actually snap, get under my bed, and never come out (my mantra for everything is: I can quit anytime I want) and

B) really ignorant, as it turns out, about history! I mean, damn, the amount of research I'm doing is kind of embarrassing, and I'm also very bad at expository writing, so what I've been doing is reading wikipedia articles and thinking, "oh, that would be so neat if xyz," and then staring in utter despair at an LJ comment I close without saving because I despise my own sentences that much. You guys, I got a degree, how did I get it without developing any relevant knowledge and/or skills?

Um, that was a mouthful. So! AUs are coming, I promise. it's just taking me longer than it should.

Saw Mike Doughty yesterday and it was lovely, not least because he played "Grey Ghost" (though he elected to mumble the Bob Balaban line, which kind of cracked me up), and a wonderful cover of "The Gambler" (nonironically is how I love that song), and "Circles," which especially was weird because I think I first heard that song nine years ago, and I used to listen to it walking around at school, and I thought things were so much harder than then they were.


So: Red Sox won tonight and I owe the world a blog entry and jennyagain a story, on top of everything else.


So: I'm having lunch this weekend with a girl I went to high school with and haven't seen since college. This leads to an urgent question: What should I wear? Advice appreciated; keep in mind that my clothes are all ugly and it's going to rain.

Tags: music
fury: pensive
sound: mike doughty: on the docks in Memphis, with the boombox, nodding out

via skywaterblue: The Hypothetical AU Meme: Take any one of the fandoms you know I write AND give me another time period (Ancient Rome, Regency England,etc.). I will then explain what AU story I would write in that fandom, in that era.


Fandoms I can think of through my rhinovirus and Benadryl haze: Homicide, Law & Order regular or SVU, The West Wing, Sports Night, Harry Potter, House, um, baseball rpf maybe and Fry/Laurie and Rolling Stones rpf, Sandman, Watchmen, DCU (but essentially Superman and Wonder Woman and Batman are all I got, and it's not like they haven't been AUed to everything ever), Slings and Arrows, Friday Night Lights, and if you think of something that I've left out, oh please suggest it.

This sounds like so much fun. Or I'm high. Or both.

ETA: and if you give me Regency England I am not responsible for Blackadder's my actions.

Tags: fiction
fury: sick
sound: I am watching two baseball games at once and they are not even real

o hai, I'm not dead, I just have livejournal paralysis. It's like I don't have anything fascinating enough to say to you guys. I have been reading, at least? I even caught up on most everything from when I was on vacation. A WEEK AGO. I know. I suck so much.

Some things, unrelated to one another:

- This is the only time of year I miss being at UConn: the women's NCAA basketball tournament. I mean, nobody will ever dethrone Diana Taurasi as queen of my heart, but Maya Moore brings me back to that place.

- My boss is quitting her job to, I don't know, not have a job, and her last day is Monday and I still only have the barest idea of how things are going to work in my office. I am so jealous of her.

- I know the deadline has passed, but minervacat, I am 100 percent determined to write my Sports Back In SN. I may title it "Ankiel Threw A Wild Pitch, Ankiel Threw A Wild Pitch." That seems appropriately Sorkinesque, no? I've been reading SN recaps and I'll probably bust the DVDS out this weekend and get reacquainted.

- Dusty Brown is a damn fine-looking catcher.

- The John Adams miniseries on HBO has completely captured my heart. I mean, I was always in love with the whole Adams marriage, and even though I don't like Paul Giamatti or Laura Linney a ton individually, they seem to counterbalance each other beautifully (I call this the Reiser-Hunt Effect, 'cause I'm scientific like that). Also, the music and lighting and costumes are all being handled beautifully. It's rare that you see a colonial-era film where all the breeches and wigs and whatnots really look lived in; most actors look like they're playing dress-up, or else the clothes look low-budget and fake. They struck the balance very well in this--it looks real, dirt and sweat and all. It makes it possible to understand how people actually walked around dressed like that, is all. And I can't decide which supporting character is greater: Wilkinson as crazy Ben Franklin, or David Morse as a suitably imposing George Washington. Does anyone know how many parts there are? I hope there are at least three more. (PS: if you're not watching it, you should! And write me Abigail fic!)

- I went from "completely disaffected about election" to "excited about all the choices" to "paralyzed by not being sure who I liked better" to "disaffected about the election." I wonder if I'll cycle back around before the convention or after. I don't know, the thing is, I feel so completely politically powerless on a national level, anymore, that it's impossible to get fired up the way I used to.

Anyone know what the cure for this is?

fury: blah
sound: rolling stones: mother needs something today to calm her down