Dec. 19th, 2003
Am going to bed with the depressing realisation that as much as I wanted to create Chrissy pressies, there's no physical way I'm going to be able to find the time to do them all. I shouldn't be surprised. Christmas is always a time of your expectations being bigger than your abilities (but normally that doesn't hit until I start *eating* at Christmas).
Justified... Okay, not bad. The last four or so songs are kinda mellow and nice. I quite like "Right for Me"... it's one of the few songs that doesn't give me immediate flashbacks to 80s Micheal Jackson.
Justified... Okay, not bad. The last four or so songs are kinda mellow and nice. I quite like "Right for Me"... it's one of the few songs that doesn't give me immediate flashbacks to 80s Micheal Jackson.
Thank God It's Friday!
Dec. 19th, 2003 09:18 amYep, I’m tired and yawning. Shouldn’t have stayed up. *g*
At the moment, I’d be happier if my muses would just talk to me. Clark and Lex are nowhere to be found. I suspect they’re making out in a Christmas party cloakroom as we speak. Dan and Casey are sitting on their metaphorical couch with their metaphorical feet up on the coffee table, looking rather smug. They won’t tell me any stories, all they’ll do is sit there and occasionally grin at each other.
Sam and Josh are quiet as well. I think they were overpowered by Dan and Casey for a while… well, not overpowered so much as out-rambled. Considering that Josh works with Donna, and that both of the guys can be very wordy at times, I’m not impressed with them. (C’mon guys, Dan and Casey are TV anchors. You can take ‘em!) I have a West Wing Secret Santa that’s due in a couple of days, and those two are being silent. The only phrase coming to mind is:
“The word came to his lips like molasses, slow and sweet. It felt heavy on his tongue.”
It’s a Sam-phrase, but honestly, I have no other ideas about the phrase or how it fits into a fic.
And so, these are the whines that meet you on a Friday morning. I should be working, heavens above know I’ve let it stack up this week, but instead I’m wondering about putting up lost posters (“Lost: Several muses. Fairly creative but can be difficult to handle. If found, please return to
out_there.”)
At the moment, I’d be happier if my muses would just talk to me. Clark and Lex are nowhere to be found. I suspect they’re making out in a Christmas party cloakroom as we speak. Dan and Casey are sitting on their metaphorical couch with their metaphorical feet up on the coffee table, looking rather smug. They won’t tell me any stories, all they’ll do is sit there and occasionally grin at each other.
Sam and Josh are quiet as well. I think they were overpowered by Dan and Casey for a while… well, not overpowered so much as out-rambled. Considering that Josh works with Donna, and that both of the guys can be very wordy at times, I’m not impressed with them. (C’mon guys, Dan and Casey are TV anchors. You can take ‘em!) I have a West Wing Secret Santa that’s due in a couple of days, and those two are being silent. The only phrase coming to mind is:
“The word came to his lips like molasses, slow and sweet. It felt heavy on his tongue.”
It’s a Sam-phrase, but honestly, I have no other ideas about the phrase or how it fits into a fic.
And so, these are the whines that meet you on a Friday morning. I should be working, heavens above know I’ve let it stack up this week, but instead I’m wondering about putting up lost posters (“Lost: Several muses. Fairly creative but can be difficult to handle. If found, please return to
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Dec. 19th, 2003 09:42 amFirst of all, one of the funniest icons I've seen in a while is
ladydewinter's new Angel one:
In other news, a co-worker forwarded me a British article bemoaning the state of current popmusic. Highly cynical, but in my twisted Friday morning mood, it made me snigger nastily. (Needless to say, the popslashers on my FList probably won't appreciate it... *g*)
( Early morning cynicism )
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In other news, a co-worker forwarded me a British article bemoaning the state of current popmusic. Highly cynical, but in my twisted Friday morning mood, it made me snigger nastily. (Needless to say, the popslashers on my FList probably won't appreciate it... *g*)
( Early morning cynicism )
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Dec. 19th, 2003 12:55 pmOne more Chrissy pressie bite the dust. Yay!
Of course, the Secret Santa is still hanging over my head... I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet, see what I can get done tonight, and email people. Because I won't get it all done, no matter how much I try...
Am going for lunch to pay bills.
( Youch. Family stuff. )
Of course, the Secret Santa is still hanging over my head... I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet, see what I can get done tonight, and email people. Because I won't get it all done, no matter how much I try...
Am going for lunch to pay bills.
( Youch. Family stuff. )
Okay,
muse_attack has some really funny animated icons, but this just makes me crack up:

I am so easily amused. If you get time, check out her Mastercard icon. Hee!
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I am so easily amused. If you get time, check out her Mastercard icon. Hee!