I keep meaning to update, but my life seems to consist of:
* dragging myself from bed to the coffee machine
* staring dully at work for a few hours
* falling deeper in love with
AWZ (is that even possible?)
* cursing the technical difficulties that complicate sharing of said soap
* crawling into bed feeling like I'm behind on life
* rinse and repeat
I wonder if writing EKP descriptions and commenting on vids counts for WriSoMiFu. Because I'm writing fuck all else these days. The month's half gone and plot bunnies are happily breeding, but actually sitting down and harnessing them? Writing, why so hard?
What's keeping me going is discovering just how AMAZING some people are! Get this: When the backdoor we were using to snag our video files from RTL was closed, some fabulous souls stepped in, including one woman in Slovenia who spent her entire weekend figuring out a different way for us to grab them. I'm just overwhelmed by the thought that somebody would do that for people they don't even know. Not only that, but we had other people--in Russia, in the U.S., in France--all offering what help they could.
Fandom, you seriously rock my world!!!
Of course, now that we've got this new method, I'm obsessed with going back and redoing the poor quality vids we posted for a week. If I don't, that will haunt me forever. Just like ep302 still does after nearly a year...
The best thing I did this week was entice the lovely
aldiara into marathoning the
most recent EKP playlist with me.
( Soaking in the bubbles. )OK, enough blather about
AWZ. There are other things on TV, yes there are! Like
Merlin, which if you block out the first four episodes and say this season started with #5, is having a pretty kick-ass year! And that messy ending, YUMMMM! Like
Misfits, the most wonderfully warped superhero series imaginable. Like my beloved
Beautiful People just starting its second season, and I've just got my hot little hands on a copy. Simon, I've missed you!!!!
And there is real life as well, much as I want to avoid it. I'm off to Montréal in the morning. Grrrr. Normally I'd be all over a trip there, but going to hear a bunch of MBAs rattle on? Shoot me now.
But I probably should pack at some point.
And stop being curmudgeonly, yes.