entropical

Hi! I'm not dead!

Finals ate my brains for two weeks like a hungry, hungry zombie (that board game would be SO MUCH MORE AWESOME - instead of the marble things there'd be tiny little brains and the zombies would have teeth and maybe I have an entire backlog of crazy to get through at this point, I can't say). Then I had moving home, and then I had moving home with, surprise, NO INTERNET. AT&T worked some voodoo that kept all the precious interwebs locked away until we reinstalled some software long since lost to the sands of time. But the Brother Creature fixed it! And now all is happiness and light!

In the middle of all those shenanigans I had an LJ-versary. Four fucking years, dudes. It feels like a long damn time and simultaneously not nearly long enough. It's hard to believe there was a point in my life where I didn't have fandom, didn't know any of you. In case you didn't know, I heart you guys kind of a lot. You're totally stuck with me for another four years, now with additional DW account. (My DW and LJ share a birthday. This pleases me entirely too much.) Finally I am rid of my numbers! Just entropical over there, and you should all friend me so I don't have to hunt you down like the stalky, stalky person I am. It'll be much more comfortable for all involved.

So! I'm going to start catching up on flist! Maybe I'll even leave comments at some point. And then? I might talk about all the SPN I've been watching. Or the Patrick O'Brian I read to soothe my poor, lonely soul. It's all very thrilling.

Motherfucking SNOW DAY! \o/ YEAH, BITCHES! Watch as I swear a lot in my joy! (Like Neil Gaiman, in a way.) Thank god for living in almost-the-south, where three inches of snow make the entire county shut down. I will pause for all you northerners to laugh disdainfully, secure in the knowledge that you're just jellus.

Have finished Master and Commander. I was dumb and didn't pre-buy the next couple in the series, so I am now bereft of Jack and Stephen. *sadface* I just - ( *flail* )

And because I like to hedge my pimpery with caveats, I have to say that I can fully understand not getting the love. The books are more a record of the lives of Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin than anything else. There isn't really a conventional narrative structure with exposition leading into the exciting bits in the middle and then tapering off into denouement. It's one continuous story full of lots of ye olde naval jargon. But: LOVE. I have so much love for it.

I've moved on to the first book in the Lymond Chronicles, because apparently I enjoy having to pause and look things up every ten minutes. (Scottish people do not speak English, I have concluded. Already there are entire sentences where I understand neither subject nor verb.) Testing the waters here to see if I like it, and then I'll probably obtain the next two Aubrey-Maturin and the second in this series all at once.

And, just to round things out in an entry composed of 90% fannish flailing, I have pinpointed the exact moment that I gave up and loved Psych with my entire soul: An episode about Spanish soap operas in which they translated the theme song. Possibly I will need icons.

( So I've just watched Master and Commander. )

I'll probably end up buying this on dvd. Historical high-seas action/adventure, you are one of the various forms of my kryptonite.