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Could any of y’all use a Dreamwidth invite code? Or do you know anyone who could? They sent me two, and I’d rather give them to friends (or friends of friends) than strangers.
Could any of y’all use a Dreamwidth invite code? Or do you know anyone who could? They sent me two, and I’d rather give them to friends (or friends of friends) than strangers.
I got my name! Already, I like Dreamwidth better than LiveJournal.
I probably won’t be importing my old journal entries or cross-posting my new ones — I like the idea of a fresh start. Of course, considering how little I’ve written in the past nine months, I’m not sure it matters if I cross-post my once-in-a-blue-moon updates. But I thought some of y’all might like to know.
I don’t talk much about politics in this journal. And I’m not planning to start. I just wanted to say one thing. Actually, I wanted to ask a favor — whoever wins, chill a bit. The country survived eight years of President Bush. I think it’ll still be here in 2012, no matter who wins today’s election. (And then we’ll get to go through this all over again. Oh, joy.) So please, don’t call people names if they voted differently than you did. I’m tired of hearing half my friends call the other half stupid. (Does that make me selfish? Probably.)
I didn’t really realize how much I was jonesing for a fix of The Codex Alera till last night, when I saw that Jim Butcher had started posting sample chapters of Princeps’ Fury, the next book in the series. The prologue went up on Tuesday, and he’ll be posting another chapter every week till the end of October. (And then, if this year is anything like last, I’ll be shaking from withdrawal by the time the book finally hits stores at the end of November.)
I just finished watching “The Boyband Superfan Interrogation” (episode six of The Middleman). It looks like I have a new fandom.
I’m still trying to come to terms with the season finale of Doctor Who. I’ve tried ignoring it, but that worked about as well as telling myself not to think about pink elephants. I needed something I could picture in its place. So I finally did the same thing I’d done for season two — I sat down and made a list of ( all the things I’d need to change to make “The Stolen Earth” and “Journey’s End” work for me. )
I didn’t cry when I watched “Journey’s End.” I didn’t think I would — I figured I’d gotten it out of my system two years ago. But I just finished watching
jedi_of_urth’s latest vid, and I’m sitting here in tears. It’s… it’s why the Lonely God storyline is never, ever going to work for me. With music.
This morning, I saw that Chris McGrath had posted the cover art for Turn Coat, book eleven of The Dresden Files. It doesn’t hit stores till April 7, 2009, but I’m already counting the days. (Two hundred and fifty-nine, if you were curious.)
I have got to stop obsessing about Doctor Who. I’ve tried distracting myself by looking for work, but it’s not helping — the job search is just as frustrating as the nitpicking. (Besides, I’ve been looking for work nonstop for the past six weeks. I’m not sure I can spend any more brain cycles on it than I already am.) ( So I thought I’d make a list of journal entries that I’d like to write this autumn, that aren’t in any way, shape, or form connected to the good Doctor. )
Halfway through typing my last journal entry, I had a couple of thoughts about “Journey’s End.” They’re surplus to requirements, since I’m still handwaving the past three seasons. ( But I wanted to see if they made any sense outside of my own head. )
Yesterday was the second anniversary of my online journal. I created it on July 13, 2006, so that I could comment on an old-school fan’s review of “Doomsday.” (I don’t usually go around tickling sleeping dragons. But it was less than a week after the episode aired, and I was half out of my mind with grief.) Anyway, I just went back and reread my comments and her replies, and it looks like things have come full circle. I’m still trying to accept that the story I fell in love with ended with “The Christmas Invasion.” ( But I still think she was wrong when she said, “The story you fell in love with was a misconception.” )
I think I’m going to pretend that never happened. Along with everything after “The Christmas Invasion.”
I went ahead and deleted my last journal entry. I shouldn’t post things at four o’clock in the morning. And I shouldn’t post things that are just this side of a temper tantrum at all. But since I did, I thought I should try and write ( a more balanced review of the episode ).
You know what? I’m tired of complaining about the second season of Doctor Who. It’s starting to feel like I can’t talk about the series without bashing season two. And if I’m sick of it, I can’t imagine how my friends who actually liked the season feel. They should get medals for putting up with it this long. The Order of the Bitten Tongue, or something.
So the other day, I sat down and made a list of all the things I would’ve done differently in season two. Well, not all, exactly — just the things I’d need to change to make the season work for me. ( I narrowed it down to ten. )