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Huge Waste of Time
Oct. 24th, 2006 04:14 pmWow. I've been blowing off reality BIG TIME this past week. NOT GOOD. Haven't even been writing - just reading. And not the stuff I should be reading either. Just smut. ("Give me smut and nothing but / a dirty novel I can't shut" - Rock on, Tom. That should totally be my theme song.)
Also becoming a Radio Paradise addict. Finally actually registered so I can post ratings and comments. Total waste of time, but fun to be able to put my two cents in.
Watched Thank You For Smoking this weekend. Most excellent. They really pulled off a difficult job - making you root for a smarmy tobacco lobbyist. Still, wonder if it will make any sort of positive impression on the cynical, jaded folks of my generation or if it will just make everyone think it's okay to be cynical and jaded. Americans have become a little impervious to satire these days. Of course that's just me making a broad generalization based on no evidence whatsoever. I'm good at that. (Bad girl!)
Thesis is going nowhere. So depressed. Why can't I concentrate?? It's like my mind is Jell-o. I really think the only reason I do anything is so that someone will give me positive feedback. That is really not a good motivation. With some of my stories, at least, there is the additional motivation of making people laugh - I really love doing that and feedback in that case is only a means to finding out if people laughed or not. Totally makes me smile when others do. I'm such a parasite. Feeding off other people's emotions. Really wish I could be more self-sufficient. Maybe that's why I like Trowa so much. Hmmmm. Interesting.
Oh well. That's enough whining for now. Snippet popping around in my brain on my way to work this morning:
~~~~~~
"Duo, I don't need your pity."
"What pity?"
"You feel bad for me, and want to take me out somewhere safe to take my mind off it and to show me that someone still cares."
"Yeah, sure, there's that. But there's also the fact that there is no way I can go to this movie with Heero."
"Duo..."
"No, really. You cannot believe what a pain in the ass he is at these things. 'You can't do that in zero-G,'" intoned Duo in a perfect simulation of his lover's low monotone. Trowa felt a smile threaten his placid demeanor. "'Coolant wouldn't explode like that. '"
"It wouldn't!" came a defensive voice from the background, followed by Duo's snort.
"'Unless it was a hydrogen-plasma drive. Which it clearly isn't.'" Trowa couldn't stop the smile any longer as he pictured the scene so clearly in his head. "So you see, Tro? You gotta rescue me. The whole point of these things is to ogle the hero's sweaty pecs, not critique the science."
"What science?" came the distant voice again. Trowa laughed quietly. He knew what Duo was doing, but he found that, for the first time in a while, he didn't mind.
"All right, Duo. You win," he conceded quietly.
"HA! You won't regret it! I'll pick you up at 8 in front of that trash heap you call a building. No skipping out on me, or I'll hunt you down and make you listen to Heero go off on thruster capacity." Duo lowered his voice conspiratorily. "Trust me, it's not a pretty picture."
"Roger that."
"Good. See you at 8, buddy."
~~~~~
Hmmm... not sure if I'll ever get there from where I am. I have a whole 2x1x3 story arc in my head, but I'm so lazy I'll probably never get all the way to this point. Already wrote two parts but it may just end there. Hey, I didn't dub myself Faulplz for no reason!! Fuck.
RP is playing "Buzzin Fly" by Tim Buckley - never heard it before, but it's awesome. I've really only heard of him by reputation not any of his actual songs. This one made me want to cry like a baby - something about his voice just reached into my head and shook it - soulful, sad, a little desperate, and honest. Gorgeous. Totally want to hear it again (and again and again and again...).
That's it for now - back to work, Slave!
Also becoming a Radio Paradise addict. Finally actually registered so I can post ratings and comments. Total waste of time, but fun to be able to put my two cents in.
Watched Thank You For Smoking this weekend. Most excellent. They really pulled off a difficult job - making you root for a smarmy tobacco lobbyist. Still, wonder if it will make any sort of positive impression on the cynical, jaded folks of my generation or if it will just make everyone think it's okay to be cynical and jaded. Americans have become a little impervious to satire these days. Of course that's just me making a broad generalization based on no evidence whatsoever. I'm good at that. (Bad girl!)
Thesis is going nowhere. So depressed. Why can't I concentrate?? It's like my mind is Jell-o. I really think the only reason I do anything is so that someone will give me positive feedback. That is really not a good motivation. With some of my stories, at least, there is the additional motivation of making people laugh - I really love doing that and feedback in that case is only a means to finding out if people laughed or not. Totally makes me smile when others do. I'm such a parasite. Feeding off other people's emotions. Really wish I could be more self-sufficient. Maybe that's why I like Trowa so much. Hmmmm. Interesting.
Oh well. That's enough whining for now. Snippet popping around in my brain on my way to work this morning:
~~~~~~
"Duo, I don't need your pity."
"What pity?"
"You feel bad for me, and want to take me out somewhere safe to take my mind off it and to show me that someone still cares."
"Yeah, sure, there's that. But there's also the fact that there is no way I can go to this movie with Heero."
"Duo..."
"No, really. You cannot believe what a pain in the ass he is at these things. 'You can't do that in zero-G,'" intoned Duo in a perfect simulation of his lover's low monotone. Trowa felt a smile threaten his placid demeanor. "'Coolant wouldn't explode like that. '"
"It wouldn't!" came a defensive voice from the background, followed by Duo's snort.
"'Unless it was a hydrogen-plasma drive. Which it clearly isn't.'" Trowa couldn't stop the smile any longer as he pictured the scene so clearly in his head. "So you see, Tro? You gotta rescue me. The whole point of these things is to ogle the hero's sweaty pecs, not critique the science."
"What science?" came the distant voice again. Trowa laughed quietly. He knew what Duo was doing, but he found that, for the first time in a while, he didn't mind.
"All right, Duo. You win," he conceded quietly.
"HA! You won't regret it! I'll pick you up at 8 in front of that trash heap you call a building. No skipping out on me, or I'll hunt you down and make you listen to Heero go off on thruster capacity." Duo lowered his voice conspiratorily. "Trust me, it's not a pretty picture."
"Roger that."
"Good. See you at 8, buddy."
~~~~~
Hmmm... not sure if I'll ever get there from where I am. I have a whole 2x1x3 story arc in my head, but I'm so lazy I'll probably never get all the way to this point. Already wrote two parts but it may just end there. Hey, I didn't dub myself Faulplz for no reason!! Fuck.
RP is playing "Buzzin Fly" by Tim Buckley - never heard it before, but it's awesome. I've really only heard of him by reputation not any of his actual songs. This one made me want to cry like a baby - something about his voice just reached into my head and shook it - soulful, sad, a little desperate, and honest. Gorgeous. Totally want to hear it again (and again and again and again...).
That's it for now - back to work, Slave!
