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happydalek) wrote2007-11-18 07:29 pm
happydalek) wrote2007-11-18 07:29 pm
Bored. VERY.
I'm completely out of ideas. So I'm blogging.
1. Gamma-ray bursts from space could turn the Earth's atomosphere into a toxic soup that will kill us all.
2. When Yellowstone blows, it's going to kill us all.
3. Carbon dioxide emissions will raise sea temperatures, melt the buried methane ice on the sea floor which will make the atmosphere into an oven that will bake us all.
The History Channel: scaring the living daylights out of happydalek since 2006.
Hey, it's either this, or spend a few more hours playing socially-awkward-third-wheel to my room mate and his girlfriend, who have a standing CSI: Sunday date here every week. And fun as it is watching groovy science montages and waiting for the inevitable pre-commerical break Grissom witticism whilst my room mate and his girlfriend get all snuggly and cute across the room is, it gets a little old after an episode or two. [le sigh] Sometimes I wonder if I should start dating just so I don't have to keep being the awkward third wheel around all my shippy friends. Man, it sucks being a happily single twenty-something. Everybody's nesting. *shudder*
I feel like I should be writing something, but nothing's coming to me. My muse has been trying to do some really crackish things to The Six Doctors lately, so I'm putting a hold on that until my muse comes back down out of la-la land. In fact, my muse has been trying to do some really crackish things to all of my outstanding projects recently, so I'm feeling pretty stuck. I've got a nifty idea for a short Doctor Who fanfic, but instead of writing it, I've been going on a research bender, trying to find out everything and anything I can on 10th century France (don't ask), specifically on the peasantry. I've finally got to the point where my interests are too esoteric even for Google. 'Tis a new age.
Oh, aaaaand I've suddenly brained up a plot synopsis for my first-ever Star Trek: TOS fanfic! It's a bit of a murder mystery (no doubt CSI-inspired), featuring many of the original series' classic characteristics, like a lonely research outpost, a demented scientist, and a little dash of romance. I'm still working on how to include a shirtless-Kirk fight (that wouldn't be purely gratuitous O_o), however. Nor do I have a title for it. Nor is there any Spock!pr0n. In fact, it's not even a Spock-centric fic. It's got more McCoy than Spock, frankly. And that surprises me, since I've always been a somewhat closeted Spock fangirl. (Although I remember, as an impressionable 8-year-old, thinking that Kirk was pretty hot stuff, too. Now I have trouble seeing past the thinning blond Kirk-curl and the expanding waistline. (I still love you, Shatner, just not that way.) Ahh, youth!)
Aaaaanyway, that's quite enough pointless rambling on stuff nobody cares about but me. So I'll just leave on this final note:
I feel like I should be writing something, but nothing's coming to me. My muse has been trying to do some really crackish things to The Six Doctors lately, so I'm putting a hold on that until my muse comes back down out of la-la land. In fact, my muse has been trying to do some really crackish things to all of my outstanding projects recently, so I'm feeling pretty stuck. I've got a nifty idea for a short Doctor Who fanfic, but instead of writing it, I've been going on a research bender, trying to find out everything and anything I can on 10th century France (don't ask), specifically on the peasantry. I've finally got to the point where my interests are too esoteric even for Google. 'Tis a new age.
Oh, aaaaand I've suddenly brained up a plot synopsis for my first-ever Star Trek: TOS fanfic! It's a bit of a murder mystery (no doubt CSI-inspired), featuring many of the original series' classic characteristics, like a lonely research outpost, a demented scientist, and a little dash of romance. I'm still working on how to include a shirtless-Kirk fight (that wouldn't be purely gratuitous O_o), however. Nor do I have a title for it. Nor is there any Spock!pr0n. In fact, it's not even a Spock-centric fic. It's got more McCoy than Spock, frankly. And that surprises me, since I've always been a somewhat closeted Spock fangirl. (Although I remember, as an impressionable 8-year-old, thinking that Kirk was pretty hot stuff, too. Now I have trouble seeing past the thinning blond Kirk-curl and the expanding waistline. (I still love you, Shatner, just not that way.) Ahh, youth!)
Aaaaanyway, that's quite enough pointless rambling on stuff nobody cares about but me. So I'll just leave on this final note:
1. Gamma-ray bursts from space could turn the Earth's atomosphere into a toxic soup that will kill us all.
2. When Yellowstone blows, it's going to kill us all.
3. Carbon dioxide emissions will raise sea temperatures, melt the buried methane ice on the sea floor which will make the atmosphere into an oven that will bake us all.
The History Channel: scaring the living daylights out of happydalek since 2006.