I am Jack's impotent rage.
Jan. 12th, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityofoneWhat I did today:
1. Woke up at around 3 a.m. after having a seriously traumatizing dream involving talking pigs at a slaughterhouse. Drifted; never really made it back to sleep.
2. Got up to go to class; discovered that light in bathroom, which had sort of spazzed at around 11 o'clock the night before, was completely dead, and thus could not shower, as my little box of a bathroom was now a pitch black box.
3. Went to lecture, which was something about Dryden that I didn't really pay attention to; someone had drawn a giant cock on the screen for the overhead projector, so I took that as a sign that I should spend the hour writing porn.
4. Went to report dead light; discovered that office had closed for lunch for TWO HOURS.
5. Went to pick up package; office also closed for lunch.
6. Went to do laundry; despite assurances on Tuesday that my clearance would be fixed, was still locked out of launderette.
7. Ate bad sandwich.
8. 2 p.m.: reported broken light. Was assured that it would be fixed straightaway.
9. Picked up package; only good event of day: a CERTAIN BOOK had arrived.
10. Tried to get into laundry room again; still locked out. Hung around for about twenty minutes until someone else came by and then snuck in.
11. 5:30-ish: returned to room after waiting around the launderette for upwards of two hours to discover that light was still not fixed. Reported it AGAIN.
12. 7:42 p.m.: knock on door announced arrival of maintenance guy. He immediately began reprimanding me for not having reported the problem earlier. I explained that I had. He said that this wasn't really his job and that he might not have the right parts, reprimanded me some more, then stormed out without fixing the light.
13. To prevent self from curling up in a ball and crying, wrote this post. May still do the former.
I hate bureaucracy. I hate the fact that our launderette has a stupid electronic key system that never works when an old fashioned metal key would work just fine. I hate that instead of just letting us buy lightbulbs occasionally, the housing office insists on these idiotic industrial bulbs that we have to get other people to change--if they feel like it. I hate feeling this exhausted having done essentially NOTHING today.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, except that perhaps I'm secretly hoping it'll be a good way to trick some of you into writing me porn. Or at least a story like this:
And then the revolution came, and indeed, the bureaucrats were the first up against the wall. They dragged the mean maintenance man with them, kicking and screaming all the way. Elsewhere, John and Rodney had sex. The end.
See? Isn't that moving?
Oh, and now I feel bad. So here's a real, non-self-indulgent reason for this post: I uploaded a new copy of the U2 .zip from my last post, so if anyone missed it the last time around, there ought to be a few more downloads left. And I'll try to respond to comments soon; right now I need...um. Well, I need a lightbulb in my bathroom, really. But I guess I'll settle for a bit of chocolate and a cup of tea.
1. Woke up at around 3 a.m. after having a seriously traumatizing dream involving talking pigs at a slaughterhouse. Drifted; never really made it back to sleep.
2. Got up to go to class; discovered that light in bathroom, which had sort of spazzed at around 11 o'clock the night before, was completely dead, and thus could not shower, as my little box of a bathroom was now a pitch black box.
3. Went to lecture, which was something about Dryden that I didn't really pay attention to; someone had drawn a giant cock on the screen for the overhead projector, so I took that as a sign that I should spend the hour writing porn.
4. Went to report dead light; discovered that office had closed for lunch for TWO HOURS.
5. Went to pick up package; office also closed for lunch.
6. Went to do laundry; despite assurances on Tuesday that my clearance would be fixed, was still locked out of launderette.
7. Ate bad sandwich.
8. 2 p.m.: reported broken light. Was assured that it would be fixed straightaway.
9. Picked up package; only good event of day: a CERTAIN BOOK had arrived.
10. Tried to get into laundry room again; still locked out. Hung around for about twenty minutes until someone else came by and then snuck in.
11. 5:30-ish: returned to room after waiting around the launderette for upwards of two hours to discover that light was still not fixed. Reported it AGAIN.
12. 7:42 p.m.: knock on door announced arrival of maintenance guy. He immediately began reprimanding me for not having reported the problem earlier. I explained that I had. He said that this wasn't really his job and that he might not have the right parts, reprimanded me some more, then stormed out without fixing the light.
13. To prevent self from curling up in a ball and crying, wrote this post. May still do the former.
I hate bureaucracy. I hate the fact that our launderette has a stupid electronic key system that never works when an old fashioned metal key would work just fine. I hate that instead of just letting us buy lightbulbs occasionally, the housing office insists on these idiotic industrial bulbs that we have to get other people to change--if they feel like it. I hate feeling this exhausted having done essentially NOTHING today.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, except that perhaps I'm secretly hoping it'll be a good way to trick some of you into writing me porn. Or at least a story like this:
And then the revolution came, and indeed, the bureaucrats were the first up against the wall. They dragged the mean maintenance man with them, kicking and screaming all the way. Elsewhere, John and Rodney had sex. The end.
See? Isn't that moving?
Oh, and now I feel bad. So here's a real, non-self-indulgent reason for this post: I uploaded a new copy of the U2 .zip from my last post, so if anyone missed it the last time around, there ought to be a few more downloads left. And I'll try to respond to comments soon; right now I need...um. Well, I need a lightbulb in my bathroom, really. But I guess I'll settle for a bit of chocolate and a cup of tea.
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Date: 2006-01-14 07:26 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD, GO GO, WRITE EEEEET. WRITE EEEEEET. AH YOU WILL, YOU WILL, YOU WILL, AH, GO ON, GO ON. ETC.
No, really - write it, please! I'm working on your piece and it's totally fine because I'm sort of *stuck* on Rodney grabbing john's tags and twisting them in his fist so it won't stop me writing mine.
god. please.
It's only if I'm really, really lucky that maybe, months later, something I've written might start to seem kind of hot to me again--usually, I'm just like, "Dude, 'probed'? That was a poor bit of word choice..."
Ahahaha! snap! And you get feedback and people are all 'flail' etc and all I can think is "but I used this [insert stupid word choice here]!"
hey, do you use aim or any of the other messenger programs or owt?
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Date: 2006-01-14 08:11 pm (UTC)And you get feedback and people are all 'flail' etc and all I can think is "but I used this [insert stupid word choice here]!"
Heh, exactly. "It's not hot! That sentence construction is totally awkward!"
hey, do you use aim or any of the other messenger programs or owt?
Sigh. No, I am the only person in all of fandom who doesn't. I keep promising people that I will. And I WILL...eventually. And when I do, I'll let you know. ;-)
*goes back to living in the dark ages*
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Date: 2006-01-14 08:31 pm (UTC)Jesus, mary and joseph and all the saints of fucking ireland. I died a little there.
I have switched iTunes to my porn play list and am going to see if I can get the 38 minute challenge to work for me.
re: im - cool. real time flailing and me, I've been told it's amusing. :g:
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Date: 2006-01-14 10:20 pm (UTC)And now - the ritual dance of friendslist refreshing and general panic!
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Date: 2006-01-14 10:41 pm (UTC)Oh, man. I know exactly how you feel. Isn't that the best and most wonderful part? [/intense sarcasm]
You shouldn't worry, though: yours is faaaaaaab. Mmm, babbly, incoherent Rodney. You know, it's funny, 'cause one of the first things I perved over in SGAdom was JF's voice (that drawly little whine! Oh yes), but while I've always appreciated what Rodney was saying, I've only recently come to understand the full power of how he sounds saying it. Your fic has helped. *g*
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Date: 2006-01-14 11:01 pm (UTC)Oh, yes. I *live* for it, you know? The teeth crawling and the twitchiness is just an added bonus.
...wait - was that my sarcasm voice? Oops.
:beams: babbly incoherent rodney is one of my favourite things - although I have a bunny for a 'Rodney gets his voice taken away temporarily and has to be snarky on a portable whiteboard' story and uh, the sex scene in my head? is going to be interesting with a capital I. Oh yes. :g:
Oh, JF's drawl! man, I am going to die the death of a 1000 little ones at Peg-1, everytime that man opens his mouth.
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Date: 2006-01-14 11:10 pm (UTC)OMG!
CraziestBest crossover idea ever: SGA meets the BtVS episode 'Hush'! The Gentlemen are aliens! It explains so much!*cackles*
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Date: 2006-01-14 11:24 pm (UTC)Ahahaha! Yes! Omg! I mean, The Hush is an inspiration for the bunny - I will never admit to contemplating whether John or Rodney would be the screamer and whether sex would be involved for the screaming, never! :g: - but oh, oh - that would truly be the most fantastic fusion/crossover/crack!
Joss remains my lord and master, yo!