late nights, bright lights

I've been told in the past that I am not a pleasant person to watch things with. Like, television or movies or live theatre... Things with stories to them. Concerts are okay, I guess. The same holds true for reading. When I am reading, you probably don't want to be around me.

I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.

Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).

The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.

I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.

People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).

I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.

I swear there was a point here.

Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.

Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?

I know that this might be a wildly unpopular opinion, but I have been refraining from saying it for so long that I think it's actually caused me physical pain. bluehippos, I know you're never going to speak to me again for this, but I need to put it out there.

I intensely dislike Wil Wheaton. He drives me up the frickin' wall. He always has.

THERE I SAID IT AND I'M NOT TAKING IT BACK. I feel a lot better now, how about you guys?

Got some awesome postcards in the mail today. They have horses on them. I'm pretty stoked to use them.

Started my story for spnrarepairs sometime between yesterday and today. It's strange and I'm scared. Someone should hold me. Or agree to beta it for me. Or both. Yeah, probably both. It's like, almost 900 words of O.o

Favourite Doctor Who quote of all time: Never ignore a coincidence. Unless you're busy, in which case, always ignore a coincidence.*

And on that note, did anyone else who watched 5x11 kind of want a Doctor Who/Stonehenge Apocalypse crossover? Anybody? Bueller? Just me and my crazy crossover brain again? Alright then. I'll be over here, plotting and stroking my plotting beard. I can see it already. This would be the cover, with clearly what would be the best title of anything ever (Cover mock-up contains vague spoilers for Who and S.A.). I need to stop thinking of crossovers before I get myself in trouble.

epiphanyx7 is moving today. Moving far, far away from me. I am sad and also thirsty. It's pretty much the worst mix of feelings ever.



*Gibbs would not approve.

I would have died.

And quickly.

My twitter has been acting up and I haven't been online in about 5 days and it feels like I'm dying inside. That's bad news.

Apparently I did or said something on Friday night to someone/someones in a way that could have been or may have been construed by someone/someones who doesn't know me fully to be bad, mean or not socially acceptable.

But I'm not sure.

You ever feel like everyone is playing a game but they never told you the rules? Or maybe they did at one point, but you were sleeping, or maybe they only told you in a language you don't understand... It's a familiar game and if someone would just remind you, you could all get on with it and have a grand evening?

Ever take so much verbal abuse from strangers in one afternoon that it felt like your eyebrows were going to fall off? Yeah. Welcome to my every Sunday. I almost feel sorry for all the people who call in just simply to yell at me about things. Things that they generally brought on themselves. They don't seem to realize how badly I can mess things up in their cell phone accounts (you would not believe how many people fully rely on their phones)... Good thing I'm so upstanding or all y'all would have some crazy stuff going on up in there.

Also, Battlestar Galactica:
Just kill me now. I seriously can't handle this show. It's too intense. Too many plots and sub-plots and only about three characters I hate (which is bad news, because I can tell a whole bunch of people are about to start dying which means say bye-bye to many of my favourites). So much to cram into the rest of season four. Only 18 episodes left for me to watch! And then Razor, of course. I am both excited and not to keep watching. SO STRESSFUL.

Ditto the book I'm currently reading (A Storm of Swords).

So my 'relaxing weekend' coming up that would normally be spent reading and watching sci-fi might kill me with a cardiac arrest. Fun, right?

WHOA.

Okay, so I watched the Battlestar Galactica mini series today. I was hoping to enjoy it, but it actually kind of blew my mind. Freddy and I watched the first four episodes after the mini series (a mini-marathon, we spent nearly seven hours of our day in space!). It's good. Sci-fi, sure, but also a character drama, which I am such a sucker for.

Hopefully another five or so episodes tomorrow and the other four or so on Saturday night after work, and I shall be ready for season two.

Obviously it's not my favourite set-in-space show, because there are no Chinese swear words, dinosaurs or very fine hats (which should be in every set-in-space show. Nay! Every show period). But it's not my least favourite either (ew, DS9).

I plan to spend many a happy hour watching the rest of this all unfold. And I barely have to wait because there series is almost over and I can just catch it all on dvd. ^__^