And Then I TVTroped Myself

One of the Greater Rules of the Internet states that when you are home for a long weekend with no plans and bad weather and nothing to do but sit on your ass and screw around, the internet will be the most boring place imaginable: none of your friends will be posting, you won't be able to think of a fandom you feel like reading fic for, you won't be in the mood for watching any videos, none of your comms will be exploding in wank, etc, so that you end up doing nothing but idly clicking around facebook for three hours waiting for something to happen. Conversely, when it's 2 am and you have work the next morning and a huge project due and you need to be asleep RIGHT NOW, you will find yourself pathologically unable to stop yourself from starting a 50,000 word story, watching half a dozen episodes of a show you haven't seen since you were six, or playing mindless flash games until your eyes fall out.

Guess who was watching the first season - the real first season, the one with the trippy music and the 60s interior decorating and William Hartnell staring into your soul - of Doctor Who last night at 3am?

Guess who just discovered Echo Bazaar?

Sleep? Sleep is for chumps.

Let's Pretend This Is Clever

Three Things About Wednesday:

1. I hate having arguments where both of you know that the thing you are arguing about is irrelevant - it could just as easily be radio stations or cake toppings as the state of the bathroom floor - and you are just displacing a different argument onto something less fraught. I got into two separate screaming fights with my dad today, one about dishes (although that was mostly an 'I don't like your tone, young lady' kind of fight) and one about chili sauce. I'm not even sure what we were actually arguing about. On the other hand, as arguing topics go for me and my father, those were pretty innocuous. We've certainly had worse. I didn't even have to cry to get him to apologize to me.

2. I made the most gorgeous loaf of bread ever today. I haven't even tasted it yet, it was too pretty to eat. It was almost perfectly round, and better risen than I've ever pulled off before. Normally my round loaves go out instead of up and end up like giant crusty pancakes - not bad tasting, but only good for very narrow sandwiches. I am getting better at this! I am also optimistic about how this one will taste. It has toasted cornmeal and lard in it, I have high hopes.

3. I'm finally finishing up season 4 of Supernatural. Yes, I know I'm horrendously behind. Life got complicated and stressful and I couldn't emotionally handle a show where the main characters routinely sell their souls to demons to stop each other dying. I'm really liking it now though! Although apparently I missed the memo that this is the season where Sam goes ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, because wow. I mean, I was aware of the whole sexing up a demon, drinking demon blood, using weirdo psychic nosebleed powers thing. But it wasn't until the episode with the Lost Winchester Brother that it really hit me how completely and utterly his frame of mind has shifted from earlier seasons. Dude is fucked up. I LOVE it.