broadcast me a joyful noise

So my determination not to start any new shows kind of fell by the wayside with Pushing Daisies. Oops. I am finding endless amusement in trying to pinpoint the perfect combination of influences that would go into the recipe (ha) for this show. So far I am thinking...Torchwood + dash of Dark Angel, obviously + Kiss Kiss Bang Bang + heavy saturation of Amelie (they even stole Amelie's music for the scene in the aunts' house).

I am really, really loving House so far this season! Old ducklings being awesome! New ducklings being also kind of awesome! ( Spoilerish for 4x03, I guess? )

Okay, that got long. What I really wanted to put my hand up and beg for was the Alanis Morissette song that was used in the episode - 'Not As We'. Anyone?

House S2 vid - Vertigo - by bradcpu

bop_radar recced this, and I'm reccing it in turn because it is a phenomenally awesome vid. Even if you don't watch House. ESPECIALLY if you don't watch House, because then you won't pick up on how this is almost constructed-reality in the way it picks the edgy, creepy footage and turns the show into something that...it is, but only for brief moments. This is triple-concentrated disturbing!House. It kind of makes take to witness all the gods look like something that could actually happen in canon!

( So Ji and I discussed this further )

Best. episode. ever.

( Why? )

I don't talk about House much - I just watch it and love it, for the most part - but I just finished 3x07 ('Son of Coma Guy') and the last few episodes have been so fantastic and gritty that I feel it's worth stating the opinion. Cameron's thick fringe, from underneath which she delivers her patented new Unimpressed And Smouldering Glance, is kind of alarming (I am not a fringe person), but her personality has improved so much from S1 that I feel it more than compensates for the slight drop in hotness.

I also have a shiny new moodtheme, which doesn't go at ALL with the rest of my layout but I don't really care. I've been wanting an Owen or Gwen moodtheme (Burn Gorman and Eve Myles have such expressive faces) and this one combines both!

What else? Hmm. My Yuletide fic continues apace - 2701 words, 1000 of which are actually in order, from the beginning - and I'm confident it'll be done well within the deadline. I am working 9-5:30 Mon-Tues-Wed-Thurs this week, which I expect will be exhausting. Present-day Lucifer met Firefly-era Gabriel Tam (now slowtimed), and so Aspen and I spent some time giggling and making DOOOOOOM noises at each other. I haven't told the internets how much I love schiarire and stars_like_dust lately, which needs to be remedied, because these girls can cheer me up instantly and unfailingly with an email or a phone call or a package or a snippet of fic or simply by existing in my (figurative) vicinity.

'Tis the season, it appears: unravels, your postcard arrived today :) I will reiterate my jealousy that you have such events over there. And much as I would love to be part of any sort of Milli-contingent in future years, I don't anticipate having the time or money for such a venture for, oh, maybe a decade?

~

Still feeling woozy, still coughing, not much voice to speak of. Staying home from choir in the hopes that my vocal cords will recover in time for the rehearsal weekend.

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Some more Five Times, from crazylittleme's prompts:

( Five times Faith wanted to kiss Buffy )

( and five ways Cameron tried to get over House )

Ji suggested I do an OTP picspam to cheer myself up after exams. So I started looking for pictures of my OTPs. Which led to much agonising indecision as to whether one could have more than one OTP for a series, or if one was allowed two OTPs as long as they involved different characters, or which was my favourite/most representative picture for that OTP...




And then I decided fuck that, I was going to include as many pictures of as many different pairings as I wanted, because really, restricting oneself in this kind of situation advantages nobody.

( So! Pairings that make me happy. )

Icons, icons, everywhere! *revamps liek wo*

Is this icon not the sexiest thing you have seen all day? Week? Year? I thought so.

Crossover of doom is just over halfway done, but I am in a valley of emo and feeling ridiculously, horribly untalented. Someone might want to prise me away from this document before I start getting itchy fingers and deleting things and/or writing bad poetry.

I am craving House so much that I have been reduced to seeking out fic. This is not altogether a bad thing, but now I'm on a suicidal kind of snowball...thing...and devouring House/Wilson. Hmmm.

"There's nothing to know," Wilson protests, but he still doesn't look up. "It's not like we're dating. I haven't asked you to the prom."

"I have high hopes, though," House says. He slouches a little further into his chair. "If you rent a limo and tell me how pretty I look, I'll definitely put out."

Ehee! This is a damn good fic, actually.

I wish I had more than a day to study for this psychology exam; not particularly because I have to learn a stunning amount of information, I actually have great faith in my ability to absorb facts in a short space of time.

But it's so damn cool.* I want to read each chapter carefully and think about the ethics and form my own opinions and go and do futher reading. Instead I whiz through at the speed of light, taking quick notes in my completely indecipherable handwriting and hoping the key points embed themselves in my consciousness.

Santiago Ramón y Cajal is a dead sexy name, wouldn't you agree? Sounds like someone who'd be played by Antonio Banderas. And carry a guitar. And write songs. About the neurone doctrine.

I guess it's nice to occasionally confirm that I am studying the right thing.

( A small amount of pointless television-actor squealing. )

* Not stats. Stats is the anticool. There is no way stats could be made cool in any way.