I have this love of the show Roseanne. I grew up watching it, and still love it to this day, though there are some episodes which hit way too close to home. (We used to say one of my sisters was just like Roseanne.) (Friday Night Lights has similar moments, which makes me wonder if part of why I love things is because they hurt so good.) I was a little in love with Darlene.

Tonight I watched the episodes where they go to Disney World, and it hurts so good in a much different way than normal. I had never done Disney until 2005, when I met thestalkycop for the first time in person in Florida. We had such a good time during those two weeks, and just the words Orlando or Disney World or Florida make me happy and sad at the same time.

I'd like to go back, someday. Hit more of the theme parks, see more of Florida. Go back to that awesome movie theater with the stars and planets decorations, where we saw Cry_Wolf and Serenity. Spend hours doing flips in a pool.

Okay, so, lesson. If you'd like me to give you a discount on your glass work, come talk to me in a British accent and talk about the "mirror wot you want to install" and things like that. (Specifically, this man's accent reminds me of scouseboy's, for your reference. If you really want me to just swoon and do anything you say [wot, rob a bank? rob a pensioner? anything], use thestalkycop's posh phone voice.) Accents are lovely.

What is not lovely is the way today is dragging. It's not even three p.m. yet, there are still two hours left, and I've been ready to go home since I got here at eight a.m. Woe. Drag, drag, drag. Plus there are Donut King donuts and while it has not been difficult staying away from them so far, I fear it will later, as I get more and more bored.

Even the brilliant storm has ended, though we were supposed to have thunder and lightening and rain all afternoon and evening.

As for this week's health goals, though I've not been to the gym at all (woe! and so busy, must figure out how to reschedule), I've been drinking gallons of water and have had no sugar. (In fact, am twelve days into the no sugar thing and going strong. Good job, Carla, and I actually don't even feel all that bad about not getting to have, say, the donuts, or cookies the other night, or ice cream. I don't hardly miss it.)

Maybe there will be fic writing this weekend. I would like it.

thestalkycop has left me to go camping all weekend. I feel very woeful because of it. Left all alone, on my own, no one to keep me up half the night writing. Woe.

So much for an early night. I've been writing with thestalkycop since, oh, at least 8 p.m., maybe earlier. This is by far not our longest marathon, and actually, we've had marathons and both then worked the next day, so it's not the most difficult, either, but still.

K. and I are leaving here at 1 p.m. tomorrow, inlovewithnight, and I've not come up with any specific place to meet (it's possible all the writing got in the way of planning, and I didn't intend for that to happen). We'll arrive up there around 2:30 or 3:00 depending on traffic and road construction.

Sleep now. I feel like a zombie. A very energetic, inspired zombie.

It's possible, when inserting your name into random songs from your favorite 80s movie, you should actually think about what you're saying before you say it. (Not that it will help, I amuse myself and then have to go tell someone else to share the amusement.)

thestalkycop and I were being random, as we do, and this is what came out of it:

A playlist from The Lost Boys with a few changes.

Carla: I just about said "Don't Let the Carla Go Down On Me" but, um, that's way more perverted than I first thought. I was just trying to work in a The Lost Boys song.
Carla: How about "Carla Is Strange".
thestalkycop: That's not a song, that's a statement.
thestalkycop: And yes, very pervy.
thestalkycop: To The Shock of Miss Carla?
thestalkycop: *snorts* "Don't Let The Carla Go Down on Me" followed by "Good Times". tee hee.

Current playlist:

"Don't Let the Carla Go Down On Me"
"To The Shock of Miss Sarah"
"Good Times"

With "Ice, Ice, Carla" and the phrase "Stop! It's Carla Time" being tossed around.

Man, I amuse myself way too much.

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In other, less strange news, that casting spoiler for Supernatural?

( spoiler )

On that note, I'm really craving some Dean/Faith crossover goodness.

This is mostly for the girl (who is not currently online, but maybe I will remember to tell her the next time I talk to her over the phone): There is a new Vienna Teng album due out at the end of July (information from setissma). YAY!

Also, though the live choral version of "I Touch Myself" is still my favorite, Jack Off Jill's version is nice, too.

Finally, I miss the girl, I've pulled something in my shoulder so typing hurts, and the writing is going nowhere because of it. I'm off to bed.

Watching Lost. JOY!

Have you seen the Outback Steakhouse commercial about how Australia is a day ahead, and so they know the future and the food is better? That is exactly what thestalkycop and I tell each other, except not exactly, because it's about her instead of Australia. See, I have this thing for the apocalypse (it's a good thing, let me tell you) and she has promised to warn me ahead of time, because since she's six hours earlier than me, she will know first. So she tells my future for me! It is also a thing I have. Hee.

Today was not a good day. I am actually thinking about making a locked post about it, but probably I will just not talk about it here. *sigh* Mostly it has to do with life and failure and perfectionism and crap like that.

( Lost spoilers )

My dancing Stitch doll just turned itself on.

I've been reading thestalkycop's NaNo story, which is a horror story, and I was already creeped out. She has scary woods, an ancient well, a graveyard with tombstones that look like broken teeth, horrible fog, lots of rain and okay, all she needs is a creepy ass dead girl crawling around dripping water with her black hair over her face and I'd be dead from fear.

As it is I don't think I can leave the room to go pee, because it's dark in the rest of my home and anything from the woods could be looking in my window if I turn on a light and good grief why did I drink so much diet Dr. Pepper with dinner?

The dancing Stitch doll turning itself on his particularly scary because the creepy ass girl crawling out of things was played by the same person who voiced Lilo, so obviously she's coming for me because I told everyone I knew who was frightened by her to just picture her doing the hula with a little blue alien. See what creativity gets you?

I want to be writing Christmas stories right now, both the exchanges and just stories set during Christmas, because Sarah sent me "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Olivia Olson and I can't stop listening to it. I also want to make a Vin Diesel mood theme and holiday icons, but instead I am being good and working on the rewrite of an original novel. I have just about 15,000 words left to rewrite out of 100,000, and I'm on the downhill slope and writing (what I hope is) exciting scenes and fights, but I want to write holiday fic damn it.

I think J. is about two steps away from joining fandom. Maybe one and a half. He's talking about missing daydreaming and writing and then starts to talk about The Village and his questions about it, and some psychological examinations about some of their decisions and dude, he is so writing fanfic in this conversation, just without putting it into prose form.

Which is cool to watch.

I saw two big scary spiders today and now I can't go to bed for fear of them. Well, of their evil minions because I killed them both and now their little spider mafia will hunt me down and kill me by crawling on me and giving me the biggest heart attack in the world.

So yeah. Am wide awake though I am exhausted. Was up way too late last night writing with thestalkycop, got up way too early for work (one of the few Saturdays I work, since I don't usually, I just covered for one of the guys so he could go out on opening day of rifle deer hunting), and am now up way too late when I already don't feel well.

But the spiders, man.

J. is coming to visit this next weekend, for Thanksgiving. I will maybe encourage more of the fandom-movement then. Well, I will, but I will be subtle, because though he's always been supportive of my involvement, I don't think he's ever thought about it for himself. However, he absolutely fell head over heels for Angel the Series, enjoyed Serenity when I took him to the pre-screening in St. Louis even though he hadn't seen the show, and has since started to to watch Firefly itself. Plus he loved snarky Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, at least until the later seasons. And those are just my fandoms he's interested in (unfortunately, I've not yet turned him into a fan of Vin Diesel movies, though he watches them with me, and he dressed as Hagrid once for the book five release party, when I worked at a bookstore, but he's not too fond of Harry Potter, and he actually didn't like Mean Girls, which still makes my mind boggle), he has plenty of things he likes on his own.

I'm not going to push, I just think he'd have fun. Heh.

In March I am going to see Sarah and The Mighty Boosh. What kind of combination is that? A great and wonderful and terrific combination, that's what!

I have now written almost 6,000 words on this fanfic that isn't. I wish I could show it to people, it's terribly cute and makes me giggle in some places, but I think you'd have to know the source material.

I have so many comments to answer, but they will wait until tomorrow, for I will brave the nighttime attack of the spiders and sleep now.

I am trying so hard not to wibble about my yuletide sign-up, because I love all the fandoms I offered to write any in (and I didn't offer any fandom I wouldn't be able to write any in, because the point [for me at least] is to expand my writing while making someone else happy), but everyone is posting these great long thoughts about it and making me nervous.

I have been sick for days and am home ill from work. Right now I'm curled up in bed with my laptop, watching Firefly and talking to thestalkycop because I couldn't get back to sleep once I got up and tried to get ready for work. Over the weekend, once all the anniversary party things were done, I watched Firefly backward (yeah, I don't know either, and with the exception of "Heart of Gold" because for some reason my DVD player won't play it. Woe!) and now I'm watching it forward.

I think I'm going to write some Firefly one of these days. I have so much squee. Kaylee! Jayne! Mal/Kaylee/Serenity! Wash/Zoe! Zoe, Mal, and Wash pre-marriage, post-war (obviously). Zoe in the snow!

So much potential.

Now I need to write. And try not to move too much. Gah, stupid body.

But first femslash_santa, a Joss-verse femslash fic exchange for the holidays. Fun times, you should all join!

So I just went and bought Mean Girls so I can write femslash. I? Am so cool. This story idea? Also so cool. I'm half-afraid it's already been done, because I've only read one Mean Girls story and it was written specifically for me (I love you, Sarah), so I have no idea what is out there in the fandom.

However, I love Regina. Love her. She's so bitchy and wicked and evil. She reminds me of Shauna.

How can I not love this movie? Bitchy, caculating, evil Regina. High school students acting like animals. I've done more than one project about animal behavior in humans, and evolutionary psychology and oh. This movie just covered some of the more fun points of it. Amazing, absolutely fabulous.

I should get back to this story. I had another idea, but one of the lines in the movie gave me a scene which won't go away, so I'm going to write it instead, and leave the other one for another time. So much fanfic this weekend, I'm thrilled with my writing.

See the icon? Sarah made it to go with the story. It makes me smile. More people should write Mean Girls stories.