miscellany

I feel kind of like I'm living inside one of those pits of plastic balls at the moment: sometimes submerged and sometimes just with fun but useless pieces of colour bouncing off the walls. My brain keeps throwing up snatches of fic and then bounding ahead to a new idea and then tying the ideas together and spinning off to something new, and it's getting a little exhausting. But fun. You will all be glad to know that I am the best fic-writing friend ever and keep getting struck by bolts of PURE BRILLIANCE when it comes to things that I could write for you all. I have the Fic Of Cryptic Doom on the go, which is pretty much liquid essence of liminalliz, and yesterday I came up with two ideas that would make PERFECT gift-fics for bantha_fodder and brynnmck respectively.

Although I kind of fail at being a bff because every time I attempt to nudge this untidy whirlwind of creativity in schiarire's direction, it hits a wall with large signs on it like DEAD FRENCH PEOPLE? ANIMES I HAVE NOT WATCHED? and then spins away in fear of not being perfect enough. Yes, yes, Ji, I'm rubbish.

There may also have been an incident last night after I watched Ugly Betty and FOR NO DISCERNABLE REASON immediately sat down and jotted down a dot-point outline of a fic about AMANDA, wtf, but we're going to pretend that never happened unless, uh, I don't know, hobviously would like it as a birthday present?

Anyway, this behavioural neuroscience project that's giving me grief is a group seminar (ugh. groupwork.) and I'm meant to come up with 20 minutes worth of presentable material, though this can include humourous film clips and bullying the rest of the tute group into Audience Participation, ha ha ha. I plan to threaten them with the withholding of muffins if they refuse to Participate. It's not that I don't find the material interesting - I'm researching the possible cognitive benefits of enforced musical training in young children - just that I'm still in a kind of plateau of post-GAMSAT intellectual lethargy and it feels rather like the world is steamrollering rudely on instead of pausing to let me catch my breath. (The nerve!)

What else? I'm in the middle of a Murakami novel, The God Delusion, and a semi-autobigraphical Aussie thing. I'm feeling remarkably gay at the moment. I'm having simultaneous love affairs with The Cranberries and Missy Higgins. stars_like_dust is visiting again in the mid-semester break, and I expect we will end up churning out another epic work of some description.

NO SPOILERZ OMG

I am now scrolling through my flist and bookmarking everyone's reactions to the BSG finale by clicking the lj-cuts, covering the screen with my ARM, and squinting over the top of it as I find 'bookmark this page' in the Firefox menu.

This is kind of ridiculous.