Me. Again.

[stillane]

Hiya.

Just another quick update for the curious. For those that haven't heard yet, the Date of Doom got pushed back to the 5th of May. (And please forget any disparaging remarks I might ever have made about my department. I don't remember saying anything bad, because I generally love them all immeasurably, but just in case.) I should finally have a version of the intro that doesn't curl my toes with embarrassment tonight, so that's progress.

The infamous Cloud documentary is on TV, and I'm remembering just how much I miss the whole horse thing. Not just the riding, although that's in there, but hanging around them in general. I miss grooming and having the feel go softer with successive brushes. I miss hot, grassy breath on the back of my neck. I miss the way my voice changes the second I step into the place, without any conscious choice, and the stillness you only find on a lazy afternoon in the barn. Once this graduation/job hunting/application for continuing life advancement bit is over with, I might just need to go horse-venture hunting.

In tangentially related news, what do you all know about Houston? There's an off chance I might wind up there next year, and I'm curious. In my perfect world, this time next year I'm curled up on the couch of my loft, the golden drool monkey next to me, writing staggering amounts of fic in between my fulfilling duties for the nonprofit org that I'm currently interviewing for. Commence pipedreaming now. *g*

This is another on the list of million good-but-time-consuming things going on at the moment. There's also a concert coming up next weekend, and the usual finals season insanity to contend with, and I'm still trying to figure out how this moving thing is going to work. (Also, Dad is scheduled for the surgery on the 5th of June, and everything seems to be going okay on that front, for those that wondered.)

Bullet points to consider:

1. Dr. Who is interesting. Damnit.

2. I do not talk like the crazy lady on the other night's What Not To Wear. If she happened to occasionally use some of my customary style, well, that's just because... Yeah, okay, I don't have a defense.

Crazy Lady: something which would be endearingly quirky if she were not loony as an eclipse
M: You know, she sounds just like -
Me: Shut up.
M: But you did just say that, like, five minutes ago. Not even. Your exact speech pattern. It's almost -
Me: Shut. Up.

Only your true friends will tell you you talk like a nutcase.


3. There are no cats in America and the streets are paved with cheese. There. I said it.


In conclusion: Gah. But in a good way. *g*

Comments

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Well, you see, there's this one particular section (about a bar and a half) of the Verdi Requiem that is absolutely gorgeous, but... From the very first time we sang through it, I knew it was incredibly familiar. I might have spent more than one rehearsal muttering to myself, humming a little, and just generally giving off the loco vibes. And then, of course, came the evening when, in a moment of dead silence while we regrouped for the next section, I might have cried out, "That's it! It's American Tail! Ha!"

*headdesk* From there, I pirated my way to much of the soundtrack, and it's reeeeally pretty.

And why am I not at all surprised that you have a favorite? *g*

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

I feel your... well, not pain. But something. I do the "random moment of realisation!" stuff all the time. At present I'm trying to place the actress who played Lily's boyfriend's mother on Crossing Jordan last night, and I have the distinct feeling it's going to come to me at some inoppurtune time. Of course the only one likely to hear my random outburst is the cat, and she's used to it. *evil cackles*

And of course I do ;) I mean, c'mon. Spanish warrior queen with flowing red tresses and a fiery personality to match. *nods affirmatively*