lackofsatin
17 September 2011 @ 06:44 pm
snip snip )

Just FYI, from now on I shall call her HRH Princess Wigglesworth Tinybladder III, Defender of the Yard, Protector of the Tennis Ball, Duchess of Tongue Up My Nose While I'm Napping and Foot In My Eye While We're Playing.

...I have a thing for titles :/



And now I'd like to talk about The God Complex for a moment.

I cut-a da gifs )

I've never been on drugs, but I imagine The God Complex is much like a horrible drug-related experience. At first I was happy, then I was confused and things were blurry and time wasn't happening properly, then I was really, inappropriately fixated on a goldfish, then I was more confused and there was ~symbolism~ and ~meaning~ getting all up in my face, and now I have a headache and I'm sad.

Just. Really sad. And not just 'cause the goldfish got eaten /OOPS SPOILERS


There's also this:



Steven Moffat is not a benevolent god.
 
 
lackofsatin
03 September 2011 @ 04:22 pm
AN ADDENDUM TO MY PREVIOUS POST:

So the boxhound went to the vet yesterday, and the vet said she was about 18 weeks old, and given her current size, she probably wouldn't get much bigger than 30lbs.

So. Greyhounds are, like, twice that size, as are boxers, meaning that she probably isn't half greyhound, but rather half whippet. She can no longer be a boxhound :(

WHAT SHALL HER PORTMANTEAU NAME BE NOW?


[Poll #1775553]
 
 
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lackofsatin
I DID IT YOU GUYS I WAITED THREE WHOLE MONTHS TO WATCH A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR.

... That's it, really. I'm proud of myself. I think I exhibited impressive amounts of self-restraint.

BAM )

The Lone Centurion is proud of me too.

AND BY THE WAY? A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR WAS SORT OF AWESOME. And only one person on my flist cares. )


In other news, I think everybody knows by now, but I'll remind everybody anyway: I have a boxhound. Or a groxer, but I think I'm going with boxhound. She's a floppy, wiggly thing, who wiggles at me and then flops all over me. Or, alternatively, she sometimes flops all over me and then wiggles, usually resulting in at least one paw in my eye.

BEHOLD HER MIGHTY FRECKLED BELLY )

Unfortunately, though it's a situation easily dealt with by giving her loads of antibiotics, she has a buttload of intestinal parasites. They're all very common and easily gotten rid of, at least. So, a) good that antibiotics will kill them, b) bad that she had to put up with tummy troubles til they're gone :C

We got her from CPR, and now we're kind of like... "Thanks for taking great care of her, CPR :/ You're all wizards." But having places like CPR is better than not, and now she's got us to dote on her and call the vet every other day because SHE HAS HICCUPS OHGOD WHAT IF THERE'S SOMETHING WROONNNNGGGG. So it all works out.

She also has a tiny, tiny bladder, so it being almost 3am, I must prepare her to brave Hurricane Irene and go outside to pee. At 3am :c

And then I should try to get work done because lol deadlines. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
 
 
Current Music: Mephistopheles by Trans-Siberian Orchestra
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lackofsatin
31 August 2006 @ 10:42 pm
The Ghost of Lord Nelson was officially pronounced dead at 10:33pm this night, and was given a rather watery burial. I'm considering holding a vigil for him, but nobody would come.

At least he's... gone to a better place.
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lackofsatin
31 August 2006 @ 03:11 pm
Yet another really strange dream to report:

your mind or mine? )

In other news, The Ghost of Lord Nelson seems to be at death's door. Which is sad, because he's such a cute little fish. But, to quote Monty Python: "He's not dead yet!" Who knows?* There could be a miracle break-through and he could suddenly get well again. Let us all pray for The Ghost of Lord Nelson.

And, furthermore, with 26 pages of the screenplay in revised form, I am optimistic that it will actually be done soon. Perchance Lady U will get an email later today. Let's all hope for that, too.


*I've never understood this expression. I mean, who does know, and why does everybody seem to care who they are?

PS. I've started trying to make icons again, and the most recent one (attatched to this post) I rather like. It's also quite appropriate for the dream-type content of this post, specifically the cat-dream which was discussed in my own dream. :P
 
 
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Current Music: It's Not Easy Being Green // Kermit :)
 
 
lackofsatin
I had a bizarre dream.

my bizarre dream )

In other news, I still have no job, but I do have fish. Four, to be precise. Their name are Mycroft, Gwenyfyr, Alexander the Great, and The Ghost of Lord Nelson. I'm not sure where the last one came from, but with the way my mind's been lately, it's lucky its name has vowels. They're a poor substitute for Frankie the FIDS Ferret, but they're still fun, in their small way.

The rest of my life basically consists of trying to force myself to write the script for Lady U and otherwise being a lazy bum.


PS. a meme stolen from katiria:

1) Comment and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and make you an icon.

2) You have absolutely no say in what I make.

3) If you do partake in it, please put this in your LJ so I can do the same for you.
 
 
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