Queer Eye...

*squee*

Saw Queer Eye for the Straight Guy last night. Man, haven't laughed that much since... well, since last Monday night when I watched Life Support. So, now I have two amusing lifestyle shows sharing the same timeslot. Thank heavens for my VCR. *bg*

Anyway, as for Queer Eye..., I can't quite pick a favourite yet. (Feel free to correct me when I mix up the names.)

Karson/Fashion Guy rocks ("Those aren't spirit fingers." Hee! "You put the lounge where the crack den used to be.") but I've also got a major soft spot for Ted/Food Guy with his funky glasses and interesting voice. Then again, I like Kyan/Grooming Guy, who was pretty fun too, and the Thom/Interior Design Guy (didn't catch his name) was quiet but worked wonders. Only one I don't like is Jai/Culture Guy... *shruggs* He bugs me.

*hugs happyminion* Thanks for the rec, doll. I *really* enjoyed it.

ETA: *hugs dammitcarl*

She pointed out the error of my ways. Or, more correctly, the errors of my memory when it comes to names and faces. I could have sworn it was Jai=Grooming Guy, and Thom=Culture Guy, but it's not.

Lazy writer at work...

The boss is out of the office. Of course this equates to an early lunch at my desk! *g*

I'm sitting here catching up on LJ stuff and being amused by bananasrock's entry here about the challenge for 5 Things that Never Happened for West Wing.

What really amuses me is that I hadn't even heard of this challenge, but did start a 5 Things fic for Sam a while back. (If you've been keeping track of my wierd, wonderful and spamtastic LJ, it was the Impossible Fic encouraged by DreamTe.) I haven't finished it, but now I know that shortly, someone will produce a 5 Things fic for Sam.

I'm highly tempted to just sit back and see what they produce (which will probably be highly similar to mine) and officially use this excuse to metaphorically assign mine to the trash bin. It's lazy, but... *shruggs* That's nothing new to me.

Plus, it's far easier to sit back and enjoy these 5 Things fics than to try to finish one.

Meanwhile, I should focus this guilt into editing the fic that Signe promised to beta. I think I need to bring the file to work, because I could accomplish stuff during lunch. Instead, it's at home and I'm too rushed in the mornings and too tired at night to get anything done. It'll take me all of twenty minutes to make the changes and email it back, but, let's say it together, I'm lazy.

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Moodswings, thy name is Annie. (Or, Annie with PMS, at least.)

Good greif. Normally, I'm basically pretty normal at that time of the month, but today, I'm officially a Moody Bitch. Able to swing from amused to bitchy to melancholy in a matter of minutes, for no real reason. Able to snigger at one fic, almost get teary over another, and still feel... eurrrrgh.

You know, this is irritating. Suddenly feeling very sorry for yourself, when you have no reason to be is annoying. Of coure, I then have the distinct urge to kick my own butt for being so self-indulgent, and get suitably cranky at everyone. It's just... irritating.

Okay, so while I'm being a Moody Bitch over here, why don't you go laugh at HP slash ads or admire the WW 5 things fics that have popped up on inthetallgrass? Or go for the totally silly and read Donna the Vampire Slayer again, just for the hell of it. Trust me, we'll both be better off.

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On the good side, I have a headache, I feel flushed as well as having goosebumps and chilled fingers. It's not hormones causing my bad mood; I'm just sick! I do find this reassuring, and far more like me.

On the bad side, *grrrrr* work! First bad news, they're bringing in timesheets. Say goodbye to my time spent checking out LJ and sneak-reading fics.

Second bad news is that we're holding an evening seminar this week. First date of choice, was the night that I'm going to see Weird Al. (Absolutely not! Had the tickets for months, I've already been promised the day after off-work, so it's not happening.) Second choice? Clashes with the Lounge Critic seminar on Buffy. So, I'm sitting here pouting and sighing, but I don't think we could really re-arrange.

Okay, I'm just counting down the minutes until I leave.

ETA: Things You Don't Want to Hear God Say. Hee!