Must run, dog being evil
Jan. 29th, 2007 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySo, I had myself a little Heroes marathon today. I'm all caught up, which is amazing as I thought I'd managed to miss an episode or two along the way. But its as if NBC looked into my soul and replayed the one episode I missed just as I needed it. Oh yes, the networks all work around me. *cough* There really was never any doubt I'd love this show. None, other than the fact that it's a well known fact that a Gilmore boy has to go through a ton of cancelations before they find themselves a steady gig outside the confines of Stars Hollow. [I'm lookin' at you, Chad and Jared.] Of course, there's the fact that it's set up all comic-book like which means moments of amazing narative bliss followed by mind crushing pacing that's been done intentionally, just to drive you insane. Hence me waiting for months until I've accumulated a nice backlog. Then I can have a marathon and there's none of this pesky waiting crap. [BTW, I was never really good at that with the comics themselves. And once I was, it was completely accidental and a couple of months later, I couldn't afford the addiction, so it really didn't matter much.]
The downside to this is that if you spend all day inside in the semi dark, your eyes get all screwy. It's not particularly fun. Luckily, I plan on napping in a bit, so that'll restore the natural balance. I hope.
It's odd when you see that someone has managed to give voice to something that's been eating you alive for the past forever, but there's nothing you can say, nothing they want to hear to tell them that. Because it'll feel like you're trying to steal their thunder, or maybe that you seriously think that just saying "it's not just you" will magically make them feel better... and that's not it at all, though the latter would be nice if the world worked that way. And with some people, it's enough to try. With others, I don't know what to do, as there's nothing I can do.
If they live close enough, I weasel my way over to their home, kidnap them, drag them back to wonderland, and let them watch complete crap in an effort to distract them. Lemme tell you, 'I Love New York' can cure many of the world's ills, but the effect is ruined when reality comes screaming back into the picture.
I wonder if I will ever come to a point where anything off So Much For the Afterglow will cease to remind me of walking around the old neighborhood at 4am, wondering why all the people in my life [at the time] were seriously damaged in some way, a billion miles away, or some combination of the two. I'd settle for the mental image of the sky being dark red were no longer the first image that sprung to mind. Maybe if I'm senile when I'm older...
As to the damaged thing, not that much later I realized they weren't, they were just young, and besides, I suspect I like 'em damaged. For I am a masochist.
And quite possibly a freak. I never realized it was such a to do to read 50 books a year. Fifty good, non-craptacular books, sure. That I could never do, as I like my books fluffy for the most part. But fifty in general? I get itchy if I don't manage to read more than three a week. The things you never notice. [Not meant to sound obnoxious, just came out that way, I suspect.] One day I will realize, once and for all, that I am the exception for entirely too many things. Maybe. Probably. Could be. But not when hell freezes.
For that has happened already. The puppy, who generally seems to view me as little more than a screaming chew toy, decided to snuggle with me for the entirety of my marathon. She was exceptionally well behaved. So much so that I began to wonder if perhaps I was asleep.
The real question is, do I hunt down the first two eps of The Dresden Files, or do I perhaps sleep?
The downside to this is that if you spend all day inside in the semi dark, your eyes get all screwy. It's not particularly fun. Luckily, I plan on napping in a bit, so that'll restore the natural balance. I hope.
It's odd when you see that someone has managed to give voice to something that's been eating you alive for the past forever, but there's nothing you can say, nothing they want to hear to tell them that. Because it'll feel like you're trying to steal their thunder, or maybe that you seriously think that just saying "it's not just you" will magically make them feel better... and that's not it at all, though the latter would be nice if the world worked that way. And with some people, it's enough to try. With others, I don't know what to do, as there's nothing I can do.
If they live close enough, I weasel my way over to their home, kidnap them, drag them back to wonderland, and let them watch complete crap in an effort to distract them. Lemme tell you, 'I Love New York' can cure many of the world's ills, but the effect is ruined when reality comes screaming back into the picture.
I wonder if I will ever come to a point where anything off So Much For the Afterglow will cease to remind me of walking around the old neighborhood at 4am, wondering why all the people in my life [at the time] were seriously damaged in some way, a billion miles away, or some combination of the two. I'd settle for the mental image of the sky being dark red were no longer the first image that sprung to mind. Maybe if I'm senile when I'm older...
As to the damaged thing, not that much later I realized they weren't, they were just young, and besides, I suspect I like 'em damaged. For I am a masochist.
And quite possibly a freak. I never realized it was such a to do to read 50 books a year. Fifty good, non-craptacular books, sure. That I could never do, as I like my books fluffy for the most part. But fifty in general? I get itchy if I don't manage to read more than three a week. The things you never notice. [Not meant to sound obnoxious, just came out that way, I suspect.] One day I will realize, once and for all, that I am the exception for entirely too many things. Maybe. Probably. Could be. But not when hell freezes.
For that has happened already. The puppy, who generally seems to view me as little more than a screaming chew toy, decided to snuggle with me for the entirety of my marathon. She was exceptionally well behaved. So much so that I began to wonder if perhaps I was asleep.
The real question is, do I hunt down the first two eps of The Dresden Files, or do I perhaps sleep?
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Date: 2007-01-30 03:42 am (UTC)Wow, three books a week - awesome. I used to read three books at least every month lol. I miss reading regularly :(
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Date: 2007-01-30 12:33 pm (UTC)As to the books, no one said they were big, heavy door stopper kinds. I think last week was Fragile Things, a Janet Evanovich book, and Kingdom Hearts volume 1. This week promises two Sweet Valley books at least. :p
Why don't you read regularly anymore?
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Date: 2007-01-31 03:18 am (UTC)Ah...the Sweet Valley books are awesome. I used to read the SVU ones; I think the last one I read was something to do with Heartbreak in the title...(i can't remember!)
I don't read very much anymore due to time constraints, but mostly I have yet to find any 'good' reading material to occupy me these days. Maybe i'm being too picky, I don't know lol.