Because I accidentally finished my yuletide story yesterday (I thought the deadline was Friday, having just assumed that everything in my life was due on the same day, since Friday's when the bar application is due) I've now signed up for the Pinch Hit list and may write another story, if something I can write comes up.

Clearly I'm a glutton for punishment. Like I don't have enough on my plate. Seriously.

I keep saying seriously, and I want to stop. But I can't. Seriously.

Studio 60 has its ups and downs, from writing, to characters, to cast. But I really like it. It may be my sleeper hit for the season. I'm still not entirely sure what a sleeper hit is, but it's a show that I really like without being insanely excited for. Until the end when something happens and I go "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Or something.

It's meant for a different audience than a lot of the TV shows on now, which it gave us a wink for in the first episode... we're worth how many of regular viewers? But it's just so snappy, even when it's not. And though I hate some of the characters (Tom/Tim Jeter and Simon bug the hell out of me), the ones I love I really love without even realizing that I now really love these characters. Except Harriet. I knew with Harriet right away. But I love the big four (plus one) of Harry, Matt, Jordan, and Danny. And Steven Webber (the plus one) is great as Jack, who is a great human villain. He's a bad person with remnants of a good heart.

So I love the show for its characters and the lines they're given. I love it for showing the grey area in some things that are so black-and-whiteisized by politics and the media.

And as much as I totally ship Harry/Jordan (come on, you knew I had to mention it), I'd be happy with some Harry/Matt action 'cause they're so gosh darn cute. And you know it's saying something if I actually ship characters I'm meant to ship.

In conclusion: I heart Studio 60, and you should, too.

Alright, I normally don't post videos because generally people find them anyway and my f-list probably doesn't appreciate by Doctor Who insanity as much as I do.

But this isn't DW, it's Star Trek, and it's old school and set to Nine Inch Nails ("Closer") and, hey, all of us people who read and write fanfic, particularly slash, owe our endless hours of amusement to this pairing. So:



Not worksafe for lyrics, but the images are fine.

Edit: Just to be clear, I didn't make it. I just got linked to it by someone else and decided to share it. There's like 90000 copies of it on YouTube, none of which are mine.

A fandom meme that's going around. And I'm bored and want comments. So there you have it:



Name a fandom you know I know and I'll tell you:

1. The first character I first fell in love with
2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now
3. The character everyone else loves that I don't
4. The character I love that everyone else hates
5. The character I used to love but don't any longer
6. The character I would shag anytime
7. The character I'd want to be like
8. The character I'd slap
9. A pairing that I love
10. A pairing that I despise.


You have so many to choose from. Go on and keep me amused.

( Fanfic pairing meme thing, for the fandomishly inclined who read this. )

My Uncle's working on some new comedy. The only reason this is cool is because it's starring Neil Patrick "Don't Call Me Doogie" Harris and Alyson Hannigan. And if I go visit LA on a Friday, I can see and annoy them both. But mostly Alyson Hannigan. Squee.

My supervisor took today off, and there was new intern orientation (twenty something other interns, all from Hastings or Golden Gate, except for the one from Stanford. I am the exotic east coaster to them, the weird kid with two full time internships already under my belt), and by the time that was done, the attorney I was supposed to shadow instead of my usual one was MIA. So I hung around and watched a documentary, and then read some stuff about jury selection, and called it an unproductive day. Tomorrow should be busy, though. Jury selection strategizing, then witness interviews in the afternoon. I'll keep my fingers crossed, but I won't hold my breath.

After about three hours in CompUSA (Hell for me will be standing around, waiting for service at CompUSA, while I'm relentlessly attacked by butterflies and all the women that I think are wonderful n the world walk off with abusive men. The men will also be either made of butterflies or shoot butterflies out of their mouth.), I spent the afternoon watching Quantum Leap and Xena.

I feel calmer now. Tired and overly stressed, but calmer.

I spoke with PotentialSubletter this morning. He was nice enough to call me from Bangkok and chat for twenty minutes. I imagine that's not cheap. He's going to call Jack later on. So. Just that. Here's hoping.

I have no particular plans for the night, though I may go to my favorite sub shop (mmm, non-chain) and get my favorite sub and watch a movie. I brought home a few "feel-goods," and I may rent something. Or I could watch more Xena, seeing as I brought home seasons two through six. Or maybe three through six. Either way. Lotsa seasons.

Last night I watched The Day After Tomorrow. which I'll admit I liked in a "only watch it once" sort of way. And it's way creepier to have cities destroyed by mother nature than by aliens. Also, it made me realize that the reason we only see famous cities (and their landmarks) getting totaled in movies is because that's what people care about, from the viewpoint of people inside the movie. Like, it makes no sense to show some tornadoe ripping apart a resevoir in Iowa. And the news wouldn't cover that. So we wouldn't, as viewers inside the world, see that.

Aliens, however, should know better and should just blow all sorts of crap up. Seriously. Don't you worry about our landmarks. Hit the population centers, you silly aliens. SUBURBS. (The ones in War of the Worlds were good. The ones in ID4: bad.)

I'm off to consume precious oil in the quest for material goods, meanwhile spewing toxins into the atmosphere. See you at the next superstorm.

I spent a large chunk of today watching the last four or five episode of Xena (inspired by the new planet, of course).

I'll admit it to everyone here; I never really watched the finale all the way through before. Having heard about how it ended, I felt ridiculously betrayed and didn't want to sit through it. I also think it was a slightly stubborn-kid-thing, in that I didn't really want it to be over. It was my first internet fandom, y'know, and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Xena. But, eh, enough of the weird sappy stuff that none of my current friends understand.

In the end, the show was really Gabrielle's show... Xena was just her guide on a journey. You could argue the other way, I guess, but who was left standing at the end? And, no, being a ghost that can't touch your chakram but can hold your friend's hand at convenient plot moments doesn't count.

It's funny that the last "real" episode (the formula: wandering Greece, person in trouble, funny warlords, crazy subtext), Many Happy Returns, was a rehash of the Action Pack Hercules movie that Renee O'Connor had been in (The Lost Kingdom). I wonder how intentional that was.

Anyway, it was fun. It was a little like catching up with old friends.

Lucy Lawless is going to be on BSG. This makes me happy, which is great, because I'm feeling down. (Also: hockey's coming back. Thank Jeebus.)

Once again, I did not get hired to be a TA. Once again, I'm somehow underqualified, or under experienced, or under aged, or whatever it is that makes me a bad choice for a TA. It's frustrating. Not just because I want the money, but because I sort of want to do it, and because I'd be good at it, and a sentence like "Your non-selection is... a hard and perhaps incorrect judgment call on our part," just doesn't make things better. Ooh, you acknowledge that it could be a mistake to not have chosen me? But you're still not choosing me?

THANKS.

I'm going to go to sleep, and when I wake up I'll be back in the whole "everything happens for a reason" frame of mind. Right now, though, it's frustrating.

... [time passes]

I just had a good talk with Jack that reminded me of when I was just about to come to law school, and thinking to myself how cool it would be to be up in court, arguing a case before a judge and jury... to be able to tell people that I'm a District Attorney, heck that I'm an attorney at all. How much I really wanted to be a lawyer. Somewhere I got lost in the thing that my school's not supposed to be about: firms and money.

But I still would like the opportunity to be a TA, and the letter still sucked. So I shall take my frustration with me for a few hours, sleep on it, and get back to you in the morning.

Because today's a beautiful day, and because I didn't feel like going to the gym (Kate says it doesn't count and that I still technically didn't exercise today) I walked downtown during my ridiculously long break. I ended up buying shoes (like these, but grey and blue and orange and only $20 at TJ Maxx) and some books (Siddhartha and something else I can't remember that was $4, one of which I already may have lost) and eating lunch in Chinatown.

I accidentally went into a religious bookstore for a minute. I was like "woo, non-corporate bookstore" and went in and then realized that, oops, probably not the books for me.

So in Barnes and Nobles, I was browsing through the Science Fiction section (which was sort of disappointing) and ran across Star Trek: Voyager; String Theory Book One: Cohesion, which appears to be a 10th anniversary "adventure" for the crew. Anyway, without giving away anything that wasn't inside the front flap, Seven "assimilates" B'Elanna (to save her) and they become connected. I was intrigued enough by the idea to consider buying it before I realized that I could either read or write (should it not exist) fanfiction that ended the way I want (Seven and B'Elanna, you know... become connected winkwink) for free, or I could shell out $8 for the officially liscensed book and get annoyed at B'Elanna's inevitable return to Tom Paris. And just because Trek is a cruel mistress, Seven would probably end up making out with Chakotay or something. Though it takes place after Hope and Fear, so that crap, at least, is a few years later.

So, anyway, I didn't buy the book.

Also, no less than four people (one of whom was a young girl that couldn't have been older than twelve) attempted to hand me pamphlets telling me why I'm going to Hell. Well, maybe not. I could give them the benefit of the doubt and think that maybe they were telling me how to get to Heaven. Through Jesus. Which is fine, and all, but a terrible waste of paper and I was just going to trash it, so I decided against taking the happy, cross-covered pamphlets.

I love Downtown Crossing on a summer day.

New V for Vendetta poster, over at VforVendetta.com. The Aeon Flux people really ought to get moving on their updates. Honestly.