Stillane? Yep.

Coincidentally enough, I've been planning for days to post something about my utterly abysmal response time to comments lately. Heh. 

What I was planning to post was something along the lines of:

OH MY GOD LIFE. Is there someone I can tag to step in for a minute? I promise I'll come back and relieve you as soon as I've had a breather. And possibly a nap. In the last month, I have...

( Yes, it's a list. I like lists. )

Anyway, feedback. For what it's worth, my position is as follows:

( I like feedback. )

All of which pretty much comes down to this:

I <3 every last awesome, fascinating, sweet, never-a-dull-moment one of you. Just so you know.

Or, well, I'll get to it by the end, anyway.  In the meantime,  what I've been up to:


And that's pretty much it. Have a meme.

Gakked from ignipes  and laceymcbain :

1. The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together.
5. Post your cover, along with these instructions. In the comments your friends will tell you what kind of music you play and the name of the album's single.


So... who am I and what do I sound like?

I am somewhat addicted to list form lately. Sorry.





7. I want to write stuff. Why is it I always most want to write stuff when I have the least time to actually do it? Bah.

8. And lastly, I've got my rambles about Doppelganger unlocked over here now.

And I thought I'd get more time online once I went solo again. *sigh* For your convenience, I give you lists of the week's doings.

1. I am melancholy, and very nearly 23. These facts are connected largely by a third: this will be my first birthday with no family participation. Everybody's been crazy getting my sister and I situated these last few weeks, and I don't have time to drive home, and I don't have the heart to make anyone drive here... end result: not so much with the birthdayness. In the meantime, I keep trying to convince the Mom that I'm fine, and not at all bummed, because there's not a thing she could do about it except feel guilty, which I'm trying to avoid at all costs. Oh well. Next year.

Tonight, I will light candles around the house and maybe bake brownies. Well, maybe not. It's kind of hot here. Hm. The point remains that there will be confections and open flame. The traditions of natal celebration will be hereby upheld.

Thus endeth the pity party. *g*

2. Still no luck with the soulless bastards who control net access. I'm getting creative about this whole thing, though. Earlier this week, I wound up at Borders to do the daily check in, and the place has exactly one well designed seat for computer use, located next to an outlet. I was not in that seat. My power was on its last legs. I ended up camped out in the aisle between pregnancy texts and tomes on New Age self-actualization. Let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've downloaded slash while hippies and pregnant women circulate around you.

3. Also entertaining this week: sheep wrestling for the short! There is, it seems, a trick to getting a sheep to behave itself for inspection/medically necessary prodding. It involves lifting the head and straddling the shoulders. Our problem - my lab partner's and mine - was that we were in the final group to attack the sheep. We got the rejects; those that were too ornery, large, or otherwise wily to be cornered earlier. And then we grabbed a fine specimen showcasing all of these qualities. And then I found out that, while I could in fact straddle said sheep, it was a little bit difficult to keep the head up when my feet wouldn't stay down. It was somewhere around lap 2 of the holding pen and the beginning of my career as a mutton buster that I realized I might be in for a difficult time. *g*

4. There is no four. There was going to be, but then I forgot. Sorry.

5. Still open for any and all recs. They make my cable-less, internet challenged world go round. I am not an addict. I can stop any time I want. No, really. *looks shifty*

6. How are you?

One possible spoiler for the Canadian SGA bounty, but it is both sideways and small. Really. If you get it, you've probably seen it.

Have been up for going on 48 hours now. Miss sleep.

On the plus side, I defended The Teeth and The Teeth were summarily approved. *fists of joy* A day and a half to edit, and I can officially be thesis-free.

I think I just turned in a paper entitled "Sometimes You Have To Hit Them With A Toaster". I do not think I meant to do so, but I believe I hit send before changing the working title. Oh well. If they're not used to my sense of humor by now...

Job interview in T minus 11 hours and counting. Ouch.

 Off to the land that sleep forgot now, but more to follow after I've gotten some rest.

This has been a good day.

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 rest, should you still be with me. )

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

Dear whoever it was that decided that there should be a symposium fusion (yes, Bowie, I'm looking at you),

Please do not breed.

I'm sure this seemed like a great and wonderful idea, and I'm sure it will work beautifully once the kinks are ironed out, but... I would prefer not to be among the test subjects. In particular, it would be very nice if you would check in with the science students and properly explain that this is not, in fact, a new and optional event. This is the blob that ate the science symposium; a mutant, if you will. All of which would be fine and good, no doubt fascilitating intercourse among the departments and producing cute little baby interdepartmental projects, were it not for two facts: 1) your email gave both advisors and students alike the impression that this was a separate entity only based on the first, and 2) this led to them discovering one hour in advance that their abstract was now due a full two weeks ahead of the previous schedule. And for science students, no part of this is optional. No presentation, no thesis, no honors.

Not cool. Not cool at all.

It is done, and I love my advisor to pieces for taking one look at my wide-eyed terror and saying, "So, okay, we write fast. Grab your laptop and let's toast this badboy." For future reference, though, please remember to phrase things very simply for the scientists. We deal with many dangerous chemicals, and our cognitive powers may be somewhat hindered. Small words and visual aids are advisable.

Slightly dysfunctional love,
Stillane


I'm going to go take a nap now, but when I get back those missiles are so fired. Or, you know, I might just put on some good music and play with the website. I feel I've earned the right to veg.

ETA: Or maybe I'll work on that proposed moodtheme. This one is wholly inadequate.

So, walked in to yoga today, and saw the least peaceful message ever on the board at the front of the room. Under "To Do" it listed a bunch of plausible actions, on the level of seek inner peace and emulate the pretzel. It ended, however, with "Rampage Across the Countryside". I kid you not. Now, I'm not one to question, but when did rampaging become a big yoga-esque activity? A fellow student and I concluded that it might be good stress relief, at least. Personally, I think it was a leftover from the ballet class that shares the room. You can't trust anyone willing to break their toes that often to look good.

Did laundry last night. Apparently, so did everyone else in the building. I ask you, what kind of psycho does laundry at 10 on a Monday night? And, yes, I am aware of the hypocrasy. In my case, it was brought on by the immediacy of having one pair of underwear and two unmatched socks left to my name identifiable as clean.

In thesis news:
Ack! Must start filing committee-member-choosing forms. Also, I want to officially name the skull Yorick. Badly. It just sits there staring at me in all its prehistoric glory, and I want to quote Shakespeare at it. Or at least the Reduced Shakespeare Company's version thereof.

In not-a-thesis-but-wishes-it-were news:
Grr. Argh. This is what I get for introducing the establishment to the concept of fandom. Now, I have a paper, a project, and an independent study all related in some form to fanfic. Eek. Additionally, I'm going to have to break down and buy Mallory. It's looking more and more central to the theme. Damn.

The project from hell:
Presenting fandom issues to a class. Don't get me wrong, this is very cool. I grew up with fandom as almost a dirty word, so having academic discussions about it with friendlies is amazing. Have I mentioned lately I love my school? Unfortunately, there is much work to be done to get everyone up to speed. The class read an article on slash, and half of them were going, "WTF?" In supportive, but flabbergasted ways. They're a willing bunch, just not indoctrinated. I'm going crazy trying to find a fandom glossary online; I could swear someone mentioned one in a post somewhere, and yet I'm coming up empty. Any hints?

In summary: Overall, life is good. Nuts, but good.