South Park Self

calling occupants of interplanetary craft

I've been thinking of this as a four-day headache, except that actually it's in day 6, so obviously I can't count. To be perfectly fair, it's only the initial migraine and the last two days which have been horrible, although today is making interested noises about forming a club with its predecessors, it wishes to subscribe to their newsletter. The bugger is that the Warfarin Regimen, TM, means I can't take anti-inflammatories, so I'm driven to tramadol, which doesn't work and won't let me sleep, or codeine, which makes me sleep so I can't work. Since I have the traditional, annual 2cm-thick pile of board schedules to annotate today, this is less than optimal.

Please consider this paragraph to include the also traditional, annual rant about board schedule checking, how a computer should do it, redundant waste of ill-suited personpower, insult to my academic training, etc etc. Thank you. I feel better now. Also, if aliens are going to abduct me any time soon, please do it now, so I don't have to finish checking the bloody thing. Thxbai.

By way of not being absolutely boring, here is a lovely article about the fact that contemporary Hollywood is basically in the demographic-pandering fanfic business. It's true. Fanfic is everywhere. Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated.

I go to meet my doom. Excelsior.
  • Current Music: Carpenters. Don't judge me.
Oooh! I luuurv The Carpenters. You lucky gal, I don't have any at hand. *zooms off to YouTube pronto*
I acquired myself the Ultimate Collection, which is two discs and has all the favourites on it. You can borrow it if you like. You metalhead, you ;>.
Haha, I'll definitely take you up on that. Karen's voice is still one of the most incredible I've ever heard.
It's beautiful, isn't it? Warm and effortless. And she sings all the lovely old pop/ballady classics, which have the added bonus that they're wonderful to play on the piano.