And on that other planet (with TV stuff)

You know; the one where I'm all put together and caught up on TV and other stuff, working on my writing, not pissed off at anyone, etc?  Yeah, me neither.

I did get through step one of the Halloween costume creation last night.   That was cool.  I have the pattern (read: old dress) cut into the four panels, and I traced the first panel onto the new material.  One big, brown panel to go down my front.  Tonight: The measuring and tracing of at least one side panel.  I'd forgotten the amount of ironing and pinning that working with a pattern entails.  It's annoying.  Kind of cool to see it all come together, though.

Working with the satin is interesting, though; because my seam marker goes right through the material, and I can see it on both sides.  And I spent a lot of time last night folding the front panel in half, trying to figure out if it was even.  Couldn't tell you.  Some times it looked perfect, the rest of the time I was cursing.

Oh, and I did the stupid this morning.  Forgot to take the book I finished on the way home yesterday out of my bag and put a new one in.  Yeah, can you tell it's a slow news day for me?  I'd gush about Heroes, but I still haven't seen last week's, which makes it hard to watch this week's.  Every time I try to watch it online, the internet goes down. Stupid roomie's boy.  Stupid internet. *grumbles*

Thanks god American Princess is over, because I was so embarrassingly addicted to it.  This season, I think the wrong girl won.  I liked Jasmine so much!  She not only had a great personality, she never had a bad word to say about anyone.  And, yeah, did I mention I was obsessed.  Whew, glad that's over.  Hopefully I can stop myself from watching the new Australian Princess show that's going to start.  I need that like I need a hole in my head.

Still need to watch: last week's Torchwood before this week's comes on, K-ville, Pushing Daises, Gray's Anatomy, Private Practice, and the Top Chef reunion.  Then I'm done with A.P. until Project Runway starts.  Also, need to stop recording History Detectives 4 times a day.  No clue how that happened.

Did manage to watch Journeyman, How I Met Your Mother, and Hotel Babylon last night.  I'm really getting into Journeyman, it's a neat show.  And I'm not just saying that because I fell madly in love with Kevin McKidd on Rome.  Nope, not me.  Hotel Babylon is just about the best brain candy I could have imagined.  Although, last night I was watching the second season opener; what's with half the guys in the cast getting the same awful haircut?  Yuck.  And WHY, WHHY did Charlie and Jackie break up.  It's so, so WROOONG!!

Okay, work now.  ttyl.

Hmph!

On Monday I mentioned that a co-worker's mom passed Sunday night.  Well, tonight is the evening viewing, and I had intended to run by before or after a possible trip to happy hour, but both the supportive work-friend plan and the happy hour plan have been trumped by another co-worker, who used her 6 months of seniority to get herself out of work for the wake, while I cover her shift at the front desk.

Good points: I hate funerals, overtime, I'm too broke for drinking anyway.  Bad points: I wanna go be social, SO tired of this desk, I have been trumped by a woman who my work-buddy doesn't even like.

So here I am, sittin' at the desk.  Woo.

A little less sheltered

I've created an e-mail address so that all communications about my fic, and all e-mails from strangers via LJ go to an address I don't use as a contact for resumes/my office/people I actually hang out with.  This is something I've been meaning to do for a while, but never got around to.  And I did it today.

So, if you ever feel the need to ask why I haven't been on LJ, tell me privately that something I wrote sucks/rocks, you need help or want to help me with a story, or you just want to drop me a 'hi!', the new address is:

Willow25. Stories@ gmail.com

Latin Scholar Needed

As I'm sitting here being a massive slacker, it occurred to me that it would be funny to put "I slack (or procrastinate) therefore I am" on a t-shirt.  In Latin, of course.  So, if anyone on my flist can do the translation for me, I will even send you a shirt of your own.

*bats eyelashes*