Imaginary Gardens

The snarky review bit below I wrote on Wednesday. I pretty much can't write anything today because I can't write anything now and expecially not about the awesome lunch we had at the Now-Ex-Internship because I am freaking out. ( Beurocracy hell. )

ETA: CANCEL THE FREAKOUT. I repeat, CANCEL THE FREAKOUT. ( Read more... )


Sickle's Running Review of Shark Attack 2: ( Read more... )


Links of the Day:
Supernatural: ( Read more... )
Doctor Who: ( Read more... )
True Blood: ( Read more... )
Multifandom: ( Read more... )
Random: ( Read more... )


* Berri Clove

Dear Flist:

What the hell kind of car is this?

I needs it for my Nano.

Thanks in advance,

a very frustrated Sickle who wonders why the hell her novel focuses so much on cars and being inside them.

At least I know what an Impala looks like. Yay.

ETA: Jeep Wrangler, Sahara or TJ edition. My brain couldn't even throw me the jeep part of it. *kicks brain* Thanks y'all!


* Erma Bombeck

I've just lost this afternoon's work. It was mind-numbing and difficult work involving screencapping, identifying individual lions from that observation and cross-referencing to other previously identified lions so that instead of 12 unidentified lions I had 4 identified lions over a period of days. This was fucking hard and time-consuming work which has just fucking gone because when I hit save the computer flipped out with errors and unreadable files and insufficient space and a whole shitload of what-the-fuckery.

I've notified the closest people responsible, but the computer wizard lady is gone (as she practically always is) and the computer reservation lady couldn't give me her email so I could freak out at her.

This all happened 20 minutes before I was supposed to stop working. I can't try and get it back today because I have that international dinner to go to.

I am very upset.


* Eddie Izzard, Dressed to Kill

My meeting with my supervisor ended about 3 hours ago. I’m still freaked out. At one point, I thought to myself, “Right. After this, going to the bathroom for a cry.” But I didn’t. (Yay!) Still, freaked.

Not that it didn’t go well or anything. We chatted about the research, he asked me questions I could answer, all that jazz. He said I shouldn’t have sent my field report to so many people. (He’s right, of course. Look, it made sense at the time.)

Then we started talking about what I’d have to do. I have to write a scientific article. No shock, right? Right.

The shitty thing that’s driving me incoherent with aaaaaaah is the sheer amount of stuff I have to do. Which, as stuff I have to analyze, isn’t all that much. Honest, it’s doable. But for that one part.

That one part is the population composition analysis. It merely entails my going over all my photos and videos and identifying, sexing and aging all the little buggers. That’s a shitload of material I have to go through. “Oh, it’s just forty-odd lions, easy-peasy.” Right. But it’s a few hundred observations.

My supervisor’s also all, “So about forty lions in the park, eh? That’s about what we estimated in three days.” Yes. Wonderful. Three days to my four months, how lovely. That makes me feel so useful.

Also, another part I have to analyze I don’t actually need any field data for. Which is kinda disappointing in the extreme. I mean, why did I do all that work then? If I can just download the stuff?

I’m also terrified of the ArcGIS analysis and have no clue how to analyze the other stuff about prey and carcasses and stuff. What do I do with this stuff?!?

So here I am writing an LJ post instead of…I have no idea what.

PS: Am being overcrowed on both sides by people with textbooks at their computers. Jerks.

Reason For Squee (via Facebook):

David has signed up to reprise his role of Hamlet for BBC Two. He will be joined by key cast members from the RSC production, including Patrick Stewart as Claudius. BBC Two controller Janice Hadlow said the 180-minute screen production of Hamlet was "a wonderful opportunity to bring one of the great stage successes of last year to a wider audience".

Meme via leonidaslion: ( Read more... )

The Getting TO Know You Meme, via aeolora: ( Read more... )


Links of the Day:
My Milk Toof Blogspot
batman_lulz’s collection of "loverfaces".


* Dan Castellaneta

I'm packing up a suitcase, continuing the freak-out that started last night, heart pounding so's I'm one pulse away from visibly shaking, music*** on repeat both lulling and grating, and it's frickin raining.

Packing really does break me down quite a bit.

ETA: Don't want to do this. D: *panicked wibble*


* zauberer_sirin, The Girl From Tomorrow (Life on Mars/Doctor Who, Sam/Martha)**
** Bleedin' amazing and a must-read.
*** The Night Starts Here - Stars

In the hopes of enticing folk in the madness and the awesome of T: TSCC, I give you a quote:

aliasagent: I've shipped Derek/Cameron ever since the first "Don't let her touch me" line ever went out of Derek's mouth. Oh ship, I love how prejudiced and angry and scared you are.

How can a fandom with that type of noncanon ship not appeal?

And did I mention the massive amount of potential in the scene where ( spoilers occur in massive amounts? )



Summer Glau's scene, non-spoilery, gets to be embedded, because she is that freaking good. Seriously. Liek, omg.

***
I've been an emotional porcupine all day - including the rolling-up-into-a-ball - and don't quite know what to do with myself anymore.

Ma called ( and talked. )

I'm a freakin' nervous wreck. My usual coping strategies are full of fail because I can't be arsed. Edit: Pimping T: TSCC helped somewhat, but hardly enough.

And what the flying with all the British-English slang?

Also, if I fail to pick up on social cues or am in general an arse ass, for the love of ( what could it be, batman? )

Aaaaand I'm going to stop now and apply lj-cutage, because I'm obviously not in an objective mindframe at the moment. I hardly know what I'm saying anymore.


Links of the Day:
Joss Whedon talks about the Buffy Season 8 Comics
Chiwetel Ejiofor won the 2008 Best Actor Laurence Olivier Award for his portrayal of Othello in the Donmar Warehouse production. Competition included Ian McKellen (King Lear), Mark Rylance (Boeing Boeing) and John Simm (Elling). I'm conflicted: Ejiofor is awesome, but so's Simm. They ought to tape theatre, damnit! I would've loved to watch Elling.
This article, Born-again virgins claim to rewrite the past: Through spiritual or surgical routes, women give their first time a do-over by Brian Alexander makes me go all head-desky, especially at the “I could have ruined one of greatest fulfillments of my life,” the first time having sex with a husband and "Have you already unwrapped the priceless gift of virginity and given it away?" asks the Web site for the Pregnancy Resource Center of Northeast Ohio, where Watts began working part-time after she reclaimed her virginity. "Do you now feel like 'second-hand goods' and no longer worthy to be cherished? And I thought we'd grown as a society. Gah.

T: TSCC:
aliasagent's Fanfic: The Playing Piano (Derek/Cameron) and her commentary on the dance scene.
charming_syrai's Tag: TSCC includes Fanvids and Icons
xenasoul's screencap commentary adds necessary slash
etherealfilm's Character Guide: Derek Reese and screencap commentary adds necessary slash

Fuck! Why can't I catch a goddamn break? I may've been considering moving out come summer, but for the love of deity! Rental termination! Aaaaaaah! Whyyyy??? Karma, what the fuck have I done for you to hate me so?

*headdesk-desk-desk*

( The email of doooooooom. )

ETA: Hold me?


* My landlord's email's subject.

Oh my god, oh my sweet fucking god.

There's this Vietnamese professor who's been sitting in on my Environmental Processes class, on exchange to learn new teaching methods and mindmeld with the European scientists. Since his English isn't really up to par for the course - or any, really - some of the students, myself included, have been helping him out a bit. We've emailed a few times, him asking for help or advice and such. We call him Mister *** (which is actually his first name 'cause Vietnam writes names like China and Japan).

Lately, they've been getting weird. Like, "do not go there" weird. At first I thought, well, his English isn't so hot, and different culture and all, maybe he doesn't realize how off these things sound.

But his last email literally made me facepalm, squirm, and moan "Oh my god, no, no no!" in a vastly horrified voice.

( The evolution of the emails )

Why is there no "horrified" mood?

ETA: Have I mentioned he's married? With a child? Pictures of whom he showed in class? "Distance we cannot pass" indeed! That's the fucking Wall of China I'm hiding behind. *hides in terror*

ETA2: Sorry for spamming you, flist. (Though, if any of you were online, this wouldn't happen.) Please be reading the Matt/Teaching Twig, yes?

ETA3: Only The Mighty Boosh can truly convey how creaped out I am by this.


* Bernard Kerik

Ever since I've started this damn TESL course I can't stop thinking about it. And I don't mean that like, "oh, he's such a manly man" constant thinking. This is more the, "doom is upon us, what do we need?". Ugh. I have to write a lesson plan this weekend and ever waking moment it's me just analyzing and trying to come up with better exercises. And my teacher was supposed to email helpful grammar stuff but hasn't yet. (I think I'll wait until this afternoon to hound her on it.) So I'll work on the thing this afternoon, but it's horrible because I can't stop thinking about it. So yes, am nervous and conerned and things are sooo not going well.

On the plus side...

Nope, too nervous for there to be a plus side, really.

Aaaah!

Oh, yeah, there's a Jazz Festival going on this weekend, but am obviously too busy to even inform self of the when and where's.

And James Marsters was in TO at a convention and I didn't know about it. Not that I would've gone and bought tickets and all... Possibly...