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The mayor of Arlington, Tennessee claims that President Obama deliberately scheduled his Afghanistan speech on Tuesday night in order to preempt a showing of A Charlie Brown Christmas. Mr. Russell Wiseman (really? dayum.) further maintains that this is proof that Mr. Obama is a SEKRIT MUSLIN.

O-kay.

You know, Mr. Wiseman, any plot that can be foiled with a Netflix membership? Is a pretty sorry excuse for a plot. Just saying.

Would someone please tell me what the hell a regarded thespian turned actor is? Has thespian acquired some meaning of which this cranky, aging English speaker is unaware?

I'm drowning in this stuff lately.

Example: concerning. As in oh, yes, self-enucleation rates among LJ-readers have tripled! This trend is very concerning. No. This trend is very understandable alarming, or distressing, or upsetting, or frightening, or shocking, or startling, or any of a dozen other adjectival synonyms. Concerning is a preposition meaning about or with regard to. That it has been encouraged to trespass into the realm of the adjective is alarming, distressing, upsetting, frightening, shocking, startling, etc. Tell it to go home.

Next week in our series of pointless rants: Apostrophes Are Not Always Your Friend, or Won't Someone Please Think of the Contractions?

Harlan Ellison offers to write the sequel to Star Trek.

*appalled silence*

*semi-hysterical laughter*

*shriek of dismay*

Christ Jesus!

Point One: Abrams doesn't need that kind of grief. Ellison is a lunatic. He made Roddenberry's life miserable for decades.

Point Two: Trust Uhura to the man who called one female colleague a n****r and publicly groped another? I don't think so.

Point Three: "City on the Edge of Forever"? Overrated. I'm just saying. ;)

Save us, Great Bird. Save us from Wee!Harlan. *retires muttering*

Complete Farscape re-released? And on sale for $57.99? The last time I checked they were selling used copies of the old release for $400. *puts on list*

eta: Bought it. Before it could disappear for another decade. :)

This made me grin this morning. Via fiction_theory, Corduroy Skirts Are a Sin. Mr. Pesto, you rock. :)

I was torn between posting something of OMG RAGE or OMG CUTE. I have decided to go with OMG CUTE. Because my muscles are clenching and my work chair blows and it is Monday. And besides, OMG CUTE is OMG CUTE.



See? Told you.

Rejoice and let your hearts be light! The great Will Sh*tterly has forgiven you. For although your transgressions were many and profound, he in his beneficence has seen fit to grant pardon to all those he insulted, sneered at and outed. He has forgiven you for his racism, his misogyny and his general douchebaggery. Fall upon your knees and sing his praises! Bask in the light of his countenance! For you are redeemed in the eyes of the Douchelord.

ALL HAIL THE DOUCHELORD.

I now return to the Inner Sanctum to contemplate my unexpected salvation.

[putz]

Okay. I know lots of folks have much more serious health issues to deal with than my piddly-do, and I am grateful that I only have piddly-do, but this run of bad health mojo is just wearing me down and seriously getting on my wick. The cough is better, but I'm still coughing (since AUGUST, ffs) and whenever it rains, it gets worse, and sometimes the fever comes back and that shit is so last month, you know? The doctor warned me this would hang on for a long time, and that I might even have asthmatic symptoms from now on. Fine. I was warned. I don't have to like it.

And now, I have STUPIDLY injured myself by slipping on some slimy stairs and landing on my back, while wrenching my shoulder in a vain attempt to break my fall. Muscles all through my back, shoulder, neck and chest are screaming, and it freaking hurts to *drive*, ffs, and so here I am at home, double-dosing Aleve and getting my prescription for muscle relaxers refilled because I am one massive muscle spasm and God DAMN I've missed enough work already!

*breathes*

I am letting this go. I am letting this go.

You know things are bad when I start channeling Naomi Sandburg.

On the other hand, I did upload a lot of stories to AO3 over the weekend, so I suppose that's of the good. Maybe I'll get the rest of them up today, provided I'm not too stoned on Flexeril to manage the interface. I even found one I forgot about -- a piece of crack Sentinel elf-fic inspired by persons who shall remain nameless.

I also noticed, while I was rating and warning and tagging (finally), that an awful lot of my stories contain graphic violence. And I'm wondering what that says about my psyche. Perhaps it's best not to know. (removes sharp objects from apartment) Fanfic is a window to the soul. ;)

I've started uploading my stories to the Archive of Our Own. Beautifully simple interface! The infamous Sacred Trust was the first to go up. I'd forgotten how long that sucker is. But it went in without a hitch. Great job, coders! Thank you for all your hard work. :)

Now for the rest. Thank God I haven't written as much as some people I could mention. *looks at meri_oddities* *g*