Have you tried this Age Analyzer thing yet?

It thinks my Tumblr account is written by someone 65-100 years old.

It thinks my LJ/DW account is written by someone 13-17 years old.

I seriously thought it would come out the other way around.

(I'll be 42 this summer.)

I know I should be happy I still have a job, but it's hard sometimes. I got somewhere around three hours of sleep last night because I couldn't stop stressing. People don't understand what they're now being asked to review and they're making decisions based on those misunderstandings and apparently I'm being annoying when I'd like it to see about getting that fixed. Hi, please stop treating an invoice and a late notice like they're the same thing. No, wait, please let me ASK them to stop treating an invoice and a late notice like they're the same thing. WHY AM I THE PROBLEM? *cries*

Even minor accidents on treadmills are not good. At least the damage is limited to my legs. And this was yesterday when I was reasonably alert; as you can imagine I decided to skip the gym today.

Some of you are going through some really tough times. You're in my thoughts. I hope things ease up soon.

Highly annoyed by Google this week. Yes, I see your shiny new live search now, but the last couple of days made me want to use Yahoo.

Um, I know there was something else I was going to mention, but see above re sleep deprivation.

Love?

I'm beginning to realize that Mark Sheppard really is everywhere. The Chiller network has been running ads for an X-Files run they're going to start soon and there's a clip of him on it. Firefly (which is when I remember first really noticing him), BSG, Warehouse 13, Chuck, Leverage, Burn Notice, The Invisible Man, Special Unit 2, Jake 2.0 and the list goes on.

So if God is everywhere, maybe Mark Sheppard is God.

Thank you for my snowflake cookie anonymous flister! It even has those wonderful candy ball bearings on it!

I realize it was made because someone said, "Hey, let's do Tin Man but with Alice in Wonderland, but I liked Alice. As a Primeval fan it was lovely to see Andrew Lee Potts and Matt Frewer BROKE MY HEART.

Have some links that show more reasons why corvids rock:
Ravens form a wake-like gathering after 2 electrocuted
Clever ravens cooperatively hunt

And another link I've been holding onto for a while now:
How Nonsense Sharpens the Intellect

Note that the New York Times has not forgotten to capitalize their article titles, even though many other news organizations, including the BBC, have. There was even a bit in the Magazine section of the BBC News site today defending their recent practice of not capitalizing acronyms, which I think is just an excuse for not knowing how to turn off AutoCorrect. Grr. Not on, BBC News.

If I'm going to waste a ridiculous amount of time on this site, so are the rest of you, damn it.

From a link on the NaNoWriMo home page I've just discovered TV Tropes, which despite the name is about tropes in all forms of fiction (including the occasional reference to fan works). You know how you can lose time at Wikipedia - you went to look up information about bearded dragons and you look up hours later from a page about the Japanese Navy? TV Tropes is like the crack_van version of that. You have pages on the Beard of Sorrow trope (Scott Summers does that a lot. Fans have taken to calling it "The stubble of angst" and comment on how fast he grows it.), the Raygun Gothic trope, and the Planet of Hats.

Spoilery text is often in white to be considerate, but obviously this isn't going to be 100% (I've seen reference to a five year rule, but again, some older works are still whited out). Some pages will be inherently spoilery, such as the Mental World trope, where everything turns out to only exist in someone's mind, and any page under the category of Twist Ending.

This morning I told my iTunes to create a Genius playlist based on "I Can't Decide".

The second song on the list was "Voodoo Child".

The third song on the list was "Life on Mars".

Isn't that awesome?


Speaking of Simmy, there are some adorable pictures of the man at rehearsals for his new play here. You're welcome.

I would consider myself a fortunate person indeed if my obituary was even a smidgen as awesome as this: In addition to being a teetotaling mother and an indifferent housekeeper, she was a board certified naturopath specializing in poisonous and medicinal plants; but she would like to point out, posthumously, that although it did occur to her, she never spiked anyone's tea.

*waves* I've been really occupied with other things so I haven't been very attentive lately, sorry. On the other hand I am most likely getting a TV this weekend so I may soon be back to being the fannish TV slut you know and look at warily. *mwah*

Also, I won a vid by millylicious, which kind of makes me want to explode.

Welcome back Rusty!

This bit of spam filler amused me quite a bit:

When you see a skyscraper living with the eggplant, it means that a sandwich reads a magazine. The makeshift tuba player satiates a mysterious bullfrog, and the smelly microscope ignores a cashier. When another inferiority complex returns home, a buzzard for some line dancer meditates. If the pine cone barely assimilates a chain saw, then the cyprus mulch related to the dust bunny starts reminiscing about lost glory. When you see an anomaly defined by another bottle of beer, it means that a jersey cow from a movie theater reads a magazine.

"The dust bunny starts reminiscing about lost glory." Duuuuude.

I've realized that there is at least one part of my life where I have achieved some measure of true understanding of Zen: waiting for the bus. I'm standing there enjoying my music and people around me are getting stressed out because the bus is late and I realize that I gave that up years ago, because getting upset doesn't make the bus come any faster or the weather any more pleasant, does it?

I do however fail to have the same equanimity when I miss the bus because it was early.

Why do we assume Humpty Dumpty is an egg? No, no, don't look up the history and give me the facts. I'm enjoying the question too much without any silly facts getting in the way.

I am now about five times more in love with Adam Baldwin. In the collection of the Serenity: Better Days comics he writes the introduction, where he has this to say:

When Joss Whedon gave me the chance to play a man called Jayne, the "Hero of Canton," I couldn't believe my luck. I'd never been asked to play a girl before, so I knew I was going to have to summon my inner hero, Carol Burnett.

And the ultimate in random, I let a book fall open at random and this is what my eye was drawn to:

"It can't have been easy," he said, his voice quiet, "to get a glassblower to make a glass eye filled with chopped garlic."