Disturbing News #2:
Ohmy
effingawd. SpyDaddy sucked face with SpyAuntie!
*blinks* Ohmy
effingawd. Well, technically, she started
it, but he
did kiss her back so.. Ohmy
effingawd.
I don't care if it makes for a very juicy storyline. I don't even care that Isabella Rossellini makes a passable Katya to Lena Olin's Irina. And I don't care that IR fits the Derevko profile a lil too perfectly.
All I know and all I care about is this: that while the SpyMommy is terribly MIA, SpyDaddy shouldn't be swapping DNA with anybody else and most certainly not duelling tongue with, of all people, the SpyAuntie! That is just...
yeew. Incongruous. Unacceptable. All sorts of squicky.
To say that I'm overprotective of the SpyMommy would be understating the depth of my sentiment.
Insanely possessive, now that's more like it. I'm insanely possessive that everything that is Irina's should remain hers and hers alone. On top of the list is the SpyDaddy, of course.
I've seen a vid clip of that effin liplock from the latest episode and after my outrage over the scene died down, I was back in the same black hole I've been since the third season started. I think I've never missed the SpyMommy more.
Meep. I want my SpyMommy back on the show. Come back to us, Lena, come back!!!
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Delaying Tactic #5
My big layout change has been pushed back since uhm, forever(?)
DT #1: Too lazy (being a bum)
DT #2: Too busy (being sumbody else's bum)
DT #3: Too bummed (by the entire hassle & bustle of redesigning)
DT #4: Too.. uhm.. er.. ah basta!
And now it just occurred to me that I have another problem. I just realized I'm having attachment issues with the header pic I'm using with this one. I like it too much to let go.
Excuses, exschmuses.
Hee.
No really... I like the pic.
So now what? Erm.. I'm not sure. I've been planning on an Emily the Strange layee but since
Mara beat me to that, I'm back to either a CSI or Alias-inspired one. By when? *sighs* I honestly don't know. It's not that it's not part of my priority list. It's just that I'm not feeling particularly creative lately. My Muse is on hiatus. Let's just hope that she comes back.
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Fanfic Update a.k.a Missing My Muse (II)
I've been able to write just one fanfic since the year began. It's about 3500+ words long but still a single piece anyhow. Now how sad is that? Oh mehn, that's pretty depressing, since I was able to complete 6 fics in a little over 2 weeks last year.
Is it because the relative "newness" has worn off? Hmm.. it is possible but methinks it's more than that.
When I'm on a writing frenzy, I don't even have to think about what I want to write. The words just keep on coming. Think "stream of thoughts" in its literal sense.
It's as if I cease to be the originator and I become this medium, just this tool to get the words into paper. It's like the words
demand to be written, regardless of whoever's on the writing end. It's rather freaky if you were to dwell on the imagery too much but that's exactly how it is.
And now I miss feeling like that. I've been busy doing a lot of noncreative stuff (re: work) lately that it appears my Muse has decided to take a leave of absence. Without even telling me. No word yet on when she'll be back. I'll keep you posted. But believe me, you'd definitely know if she's back. It would be pretty hard to miss it.
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Etcetera
Last night, about 6ish, I began thumbing through the pages of Bram Stoker's
Dracula. I hadn't planned on buying it in the first place but Booksale had it for P40 so what the hey diba? Lolx. Called it a night earlier than usual so I wasn't able to finish it. I have about 1/4 left to go. So far, I'm still waiting for the story to get *bloody* interesting. Nasanay lang siguro ako with Anne Rice and Laurell Hamilton vamp stories kaya I found this one surprisingly "tame."
Our landline's acting up so no internet for me last weekend.
Crap. And we won't be having it back for the next few days, so it seems.
Double Crap. So I practically slept the entire Sunday away.
I have a headache now. Yes, there seems to be such a thing as
too much sleep.