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We've been watching Falling Skies here at FGC. Of course we are, it's about the alien apocalypse. The only way it could be better is if it were about zombie nazi raptors. I spend most of the episode yelling at the characters because, really, the vast majority of them are too stupid to live. I yell at them for wasting supplies, for trusting the wrong people, for not organizing the hundreds of people in their group aggressively enough. The moral of that story being that if you were ever stuck with me during the apocalypse you'd probably hate my guts, but you'd also survive.

Though, seriously, it always annoys me when people on TV fall for plots that are as old as science fiction. Aliens have invaded your planet, dudes, be more paranoid!

Ahem, anyway, here's some more meme.

( 5 –If you have ever had a character try to push their way into a fic, whether your muse or not, what did you do about it? )

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Dude, things around here have been kind of srs bznz, haven't they? I blame my stressful, shitty life for sucking the will to live out of me. However, in an attempt to cheer the fuck up emo kid, here are some awesome things that have happened in the past little while.

Last week, on Show day, as a matter of fact, the baylorsrs and I had an early birthday celebration. I made the Baylor Sister an LJ for her birthday (she's now dodger_sister but she hasn't posted anything yet because, apparently, she's kind of overwhelmed. She's been out of fandom for a while so it's taking a bit to catch her breath. Plus, LJ is super-shiny.) Watch out, fandom, she's finally in ur LJ reading ur pornz. =D

My gift from them was so super-fantastic-awesome I don't even have words. It's an apoca-box! An apoca-box is a big plastic crate that contains things that I would need in the event of the apocalypse. These things include: a how to manual with recipes for things like soap and laundry detergent and other things that we take for granted in our modern world, a 6-pack of toilet paper, a battery-operated radio that also has a maunal-operating feature, rope, a Going Rogue coloring book (which is surely a sign of the End Times), thermal blankets, glow sticks, and a variety of other useful things. On the box's lid is a hand drawn devil's trap of the Lazarus Get Over Here variety and a warning to open the apoca-box in case of apocalypse and that opening the apoca-box may cause the apocalypse. OMG BEST FRIENDS EVAR!!!!!

I totally need to take pictures. baylorsr and dodger_sister are geniuses; evil, wonderful geniuses.

OMG my Big Bang story officially has an artist!!!! I can't wait to see what our powers combined creates. Which reminds me, I totally need to request beta help from you all. Mostly what I'll need is a fresh perspective on the finished product, someone who hasn't been buried in my head with me during the writing process. I would really appreciate any help you could give me.

And as an enticement ( here's the summary )

*claps hands in glee* I'm so excited! I can't believe I actually finished that story!

And now I shall attempt to answer comments on my Srs Bznz posts. Though I may just surf for a little while before I have to go to the bank. Because it's stressful but it's gotta be done.

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Had a very strange dream last night. I was at some hospital/asylum for some sort of program and it turned out that what was actually happening was that the government was engaging in a little psychological programming. I found out about that right before I was scheduled to leave and so I told everyone else in my group and we were all shocked and amazed. The whole dream had this weird edge of pain to it. It was all very strange.

Very much enjoyed the King Kong trailer last night. Giant apes and dinosaurs, oh my.

I have no desire whatsoever to see War of the Worlds. The increasing insanity of Tom Cruise coupled with yet another big budget alien invasion just makes me cringe. Plus it looks like Miranda Otto is only in it for a couple minutes and that just sucks. As does that line in the trailer where Cruise's character is telling his son not to get involved in the Resistance because there's no hope that they'd win? WTF!? If aliens are trying to invade your planet you do everything in your power to defeat them and you bloody well JOIN THE RESISTANCE! This is why Mr. Cruise has no part whatsoever in the RHAR.

Apparently Robin Hobb, a fantasy author with whom I have a passing acquaintance, has written a rant against fanfiction (it's over here) and while I can see where she's coming from the best response I have is "Why pay for books when I can get better written stories for free?" She's a decent author but her main character is a big ol' honking Marty Stu if I've ever seen one and the books themselves are so angsty and bitter that I kept expecting some emo boy to jump fully formed from the pages just so he could kill himself in front of me.

On the opposite side of the spectrum MaryAnn Johanson has her own idea of the role fan fiction plays in modern pop culture. We fic because we love.

ABC's ancient Rome miniseries Empire starts tonight. Even if it's horrible I will still watch every episode because I am that big a history nerd. mmmmmmm roman history guuuuuuuuuh

I go away for the weekend and everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

Actually ... not so much;-). I just felt like saying that. This momentary insanity brought to you by my overly large and rambunctious ego.

Well, aren't I in a silly mood this morning.

Not much to report weekend-wise. Helped the Da rake up leaves in their backyard. My arms are still sore from that one. Saw Sahara which is a great, wonderful, fun movie. It is everything National Treasure wanted to be and wasn't. The adventure is a whole lot of fun and Matthew McConaughey and Steve Zahn have just about the best buddy-chemistry I've ever seen on the silver screen. If the movie suffers it's only from the lack of a good, strong central villain. Indiana Jones was really lucky to have the Nazis to fight, they're always good villains.

My hair gets greyer with every single passing day. I suppose I'll have to start dying my hair and then one day, when I'm sixty or so, I'll just stop and everyone will be surprised by how I went grey 'over night'. Oy.

The National Brownfields Assocation is holding their annual conference in Denver this year. When the time comes to fight Randall Flagg I'm sure we'll all be grateful to have a bunch of tree-hugging environmentalists on our side.

It is so freaking cold. The furnace at home is broken, the furnace at work is broken and I just want to curl up under a blanket and never come out. Now begins the season of cold hands that are never truly able to get warm.

I was hit by a bolt of inspiration a few days ago. I love postcards and I know I'm not the only person in existence who has a fascination with seeing little pieces of distant (and not-so-distant) lands. So, fellow lj-ers, how does a postcard exchange sound to you all? If you would like a postcard from my fair city then all you have to do is let me know in an email and I will send one off. And, if you would like to send me one then you can go ahead and say so in that same email. Sometimes it's just nice to get something real and tangible through the everyday mail.

I was feeling rather apocalyptic this weekend, what with the fire that was burning in the fireplace all day and the reading of an old favorite, Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank, a story set in the 1960's that tells of the aftermath of nuclear war. Seeing Shaun of the Dead only enhanced that feeling. I really need to learn how to smoke meat and bank a fire, just in case Bush wins the election in November and order and stability collapse in the United States.

Sometimes I think it would be nice if adults got to have nap-time just like the kids in kindergarten.