qafwip: how it's gonna be, 7 (WAS: unveiling--the snail collective)

One--so far, I'm not dead. Dizzy and inordinately tired and unable to sleep, but other than that? Dandy.

Two--Sanity's really, *really* overrated.

( insomnia and google collide )

*****

Finally. MELODRAMA!

( melodramatic planning! )

hodgepodge

I feel like the loafiest loafer ever to loaf at this point. Which, to me, is *just fine*.

And yes, isilya, I am *rebonding* with italics.

*sticks out tongue*

*childishly*

The Spam Report

In Spam this week....

The Viagra substitute sildenafil citrate (sp?) has taken the lead in spam numbers (thanks to kathb for pointing out what this stuff is). Penis growth has fallen way behind, with a short-term upsurge earlier this week in 'please your woman with this blah blah blah' thing that just reading the subject line put me to sleep. Farmyard porn tried for a comeback but fell behind breast enlargement in a surprising move, showing the highest number of spam I've seen yet hit my inbox this week. You'd almost think they were reading my LJ.

But the spelling is still for shit. Like I'd buy new breasts from someone who can't spell. Bah.

Recs

josselin takes that marriage from hell another excruciatingly cute step further in this part. Man. Brian just can't *win*.

*snickering*

There are more, but I'm still doing that thing where I work through the ATP archive by inches. Things I didn't know--there are people in there I know that I had NO idea wrote QaF-UK or QaF-US, and it's kind of trippy.

Also, I am going to start sending feedback for non-LJ fic. I'm just out of the habit now. This is Bad and makes me feel so extremely guilty it's just pitiful. LJ just makes it so *easy*. It's like that day I realized I'd hit a new low when I spent ten minutes looking for the remote control so I could turn down the volume of the television that was less than a foot from me.

And the first person who mocks my earlier assertions that this was going to be a fling fandom? Revolution, against the wall, all that. Don't even *think* about it.

And I'm NOT starting a series of bad QaF icons. Nope.

Stupid Things That Amused Me Today

I've been playing with my filters again--and no, not for nefarious locking purposes, but for ease of reading purposes. Basically, I cannot chop my friendslist down anymore. And I'm pretty much adding on a biweekly basis, thanks to all these people *leaping* out of the woodwork with clever QaF ficness and commentary, not to mention people on my LJ keep sending me to read Really Cool People I Can't Live Without Reading.

So. I set up filters, thinking idyllically of lists based by fandom, which became kind of weird when the overlaps hit and I couldn't figure out how to categorize some people and then some didn't even share a *fandom* with me but I had to put them somewhere, and ended up with pretty much a nervous breakdown over it. Because dramatizing this sort of thing is how I get my kicks.

Then there is The Weirdness.

( blah blah neurotic )

Other stuid things include--trying to sleep and half-succeeding. Finding out that I haven't lost my taste for cheap microwave TV dinners. The mashed potatoes just rock. Three hours of watching The Medical Channel. One hour of absolute belief I'd be coming down with a new mutated strain of meningitis any minute now. Mocking myself took the rest of the day.

In Television

What did it was the negative review Entertainment Weekly gave it. When EW hates something, there's a pretty good chance it's my new blue. Carnivale on HBO. I read the synopsis, and while I'm leery on the entire anvily Christian mythology here, since no one's done anything new with that in the last five thousand shows I've seen, I'm attracted by the entire traveling carnival aspect, and the pictures I've seen rock. So I'm tentatively putting it down as something I shall make a friend who has HBO tape for me, at least the pilot. Or download, or however I can get it.

Tru Calling is still there. I've been scraping at the reviews, trying to find something I haven't seen before. I'm beginning to think I have a twofold problem with it. One, I want to find something *new*. And *new* is Anathema to television apparently--witness Joss and his travails. Two, the second I *do* find something I love, it's like the kiss of death. I kill cactus, houseplants, apparently *don't* kill Hermit crabs but just give it time, and television ratings. Firefly is a good example of that. Buffy's survival is still a miracle, and I'm almost certain it beat the wire by me losing the ability to watch it for an entire season, therefore saving it from my fingers of death. Eyes of death. Whatever.

And while I love Law and Order and kind of like CSI, I am So Freaking Bored with all the copies of it. That and Reality TV, and I swear, I'm getting embarassed on behalf of all these contestants. I wince every time I see a new advert. Please let this burn out. Please let it be soon.

I had this long, long rant on why Reality TV is a sign of the apocalypse and then I had the bright idea of doing a comparison to the fall of Rome and circuses, but then I found the Digimom DVD my sister bought and bathed in it for awhile.

And for the record? The first season was the best. I refuse to consider the third season canon. So there.