Misc., really. There's no other way to label this.

I'm feeling oddly melancholy today. (Which might explain why I read this lovely Traders fic and sobbed all over spike21's journal.) I woke up irrationally angry with my mother because I had a dream that she was best friends with Paul Gross and she wouldn't let me meet him. What's with you, brain?

Anyway, here are some sources of distraction:

•Bono interviews Eddie Izzard. They are both awesome, and parts of this pertain to "Four Quarters" in interesting ways.

•Someone mentioned the Don't Stand So Close to Me video in the comments to Office Hours, which was oddly enough already on my mind, as I caught part of it on TV at Siria's house the other night. Sting is so hot in this. (Shut up, Siria! So's Pete Tyler!)

•( Lyrics meme: guess the songs! )

•Awhile back, I promised to upload some more Dandy Warhols songs for somebody, but because there's a problem with my brain being missing, I forgot. Here are some now:

Sleep
Big Indian
Welcome to the Monkey House
I Am Sound

I have way more, but the files are all on my finicky old iPod, so I'll have to try to snag them later. Sorry for being such a spaz.

•Finally, ( Beware the Army of Pigs! )

I really ought to go to the library. But first: a sandwich!

Please send help.

Siria: No, spellcheck! Julian's name is not Julie!

Trin: ...

Siria: What?

Trin: I...I kind of want to write Julian genderfuck now.

(I really do! Please save me from myself.)