Now is the time when I have to rant, because otherwise my head will explode. This is why I've been trying to stay away from any form of IM all month, because not only am I really busy at work, but I'd just spend the entire time complaining. I actually typed up a post detailing the bullshit that went down today, but it was probably 1000 words long, so I did the intelligent thing and deleted it. Let's just summarize it as, not one but two of our site monitors said to me today, "Let me get this straight. I followed the correct procedures while monitoring patient data. But they think I need to write up a narrative explaining WHY I FOLLOWED CORRECT PROCEDURES?!?"
Even writing about it isn't helping me blow off steam - it just made me madder. Gah.
Things that are making me slightly happier this evening:
A new picture posted by Audrey Kawasaki
... (my default icon is stolen from a painting of hers)
A post by Neil Gaiman
that perfectly describes how I feel a lot when I'm writing something (though Tolkein said it too, 50 years ago)...
A new episode of Sylinder: The Sitcom
... ("Oh yes, Chuckles, I can paint the future too."
Also, spending money
always makes me feel better... (And I totally want a print of the cover of issue IV)
And now I'm going to go catch up on Gunnerkrigg Court
, which I haven't read at all this year. I was tagged to do a meme by both invderlava
, but...man, I just don't have the mental capability to do it tonight.
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No, one final thing.
Something that mostlikely2
posted made me think of Twitch City
, which is one of my all-time favorite weird little shows. (BUY IT. YOU WANT TO BUY IT. NOW.) And, well, you know how your mind will wander. I got to thinking that if it had reached a bigger audience, it would have been the perfect candidate for slash fanfic. Nathan, the tightly-wound anger-filled accidental murderer and Curtis, the laidback agoraphobic TV addict he takes his anger out on? And Newbie, the convenience store clerk who's quietly worshipped Curtis and his lifestyle since college?
Well...you know that saying about how if you can think it up, the Internet has already produced it? Well...it has.
Good Lord. I find both Don McKellar and Callum Keith Rennie attractive, in a weird sort of way, but...Good Lord. I cannot believe I actually just read PWP about their characters. And the sad thing is, part of my brain was totally detached and grousing over the fact that the author apparently has no experience with Star Trek because she didn't get the Pon Farr reference. It saddens me.