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Apr. 27th, 2012 09:13 pmThings I have thought about today:
- The degree to which I hate the AR reading program cannot adequately be expressed in words.
- Sometimes, I regret that I couldn't listen to some of the music I have now when I was a teenager. I was not and am still not a radio listener, so I didn't start getting properly exposed to music that was not my parents' music until I got to college and discovered Napster. Good times. However, this meant that, mostly, I expressed my teenaged angst via Broadway musicals. In retrospect, that is a little embarrassing. I mean, Sweeney Todd is acceptable because I still express a lot of angst in the form of "I will kill everybody"*, but the rest of it was just kind of sad.
- Although my normal reaction to fannish obsession is to make up stories, they come in two different kinds. About fifty percent of the time, I can make up proper fanfiction. The rest of the time**, I end up with serial-numbers-filed-off vaguely original fic that's heavily based on the fannish obsession. Apparently, the Avengers are the latter. Which means that I have spent the last several days making up superheroes. I don't have, y'know, plotlines yet or villains, really, but I do have pretty awesome superheroes. (They are all ladies. Because shut up, that's why.)
- I have a plan for tomorrow. That plan is to do absolutely nothing except watch tv and read fanfiction and probably knit. It is an excellent plan.
- Does anyone else spend ridiculous amounts of time trying to figure out where to put footnote asterisks in relation to other punctuation? It worries me.
*I do not actually want to kill everybody.
**Well, not quite. Every once in a while, there's a fannish obsession that I can't manage to do either with. Sherlock Holmes is one of these, for some reason. I can't write actual Holmes fic and filing the serial numbers off makes it unsatisfying. Fortunately, there is no lack of Holmes fic out there, both published and on the interwebs, so I make do.
- The degree to which I hate the AR reading program cannot adequately be expressed in words.
- Sometimes, I regret that I couldn't listen to some of the music I have now when I was a teenager. I was not and am still not a radio listener, so I didn't start getting properly exposed to music that was not my parents' music until I got to college and discovered Napster. Good times. However, this meant that, mostly, I expressed my teenaged angst via Broadway musicals. In retrospect, that is a little embarrassing. I mean, Sweeney Todd is acceptable because I still express a lot of angst in the form of "I will kill everybody"*, but the rest of it was just kind of sad.
- Although my normal reaction to fannish obsession is to make up stories, they come in two different kinds. About fifty percent of the time, I can make up proper fanfiction. The rest of the time**, I end up with serial-numbers-filed-off vaguely original fic that's heavily based on the fannish obsession. Apparently, the Avengers are the latter. Which means that I have spent the last several days making up superheroes. I don't have, y'know, plotlines yet or villains, really, but I do have pretty awesome superheroes. (They are all ladies. Because shut up, that's why.)
- I have a plan for tomorrow. That plan is to do absolutely nothing except watch tv and read fanfiction and probably knit. It is an excellent plan.
- Does anyone else spend ridiculous amounts of time trying to figure out where to put footnote asterisks in relation to other punctuation? It worries me.
*I do not actually want to kill everybody.
**Well, not quite. Every once in a while, there's a fannish obsession that I can't manage to do either with. Sherlock Holmes is one of these, for some reason. I can't write actual Holmes fic and filing the serial numbers off makes it unsatisfying. Fortunately, there is no lack of Holmes fic out there, both published and on the interwebs, so I make do.