Oh, Joss! :) I'm still achy and cold-ey and tired. But when a good laugh comes along, I can't turn it down, even when it hurts to laugh.

( Joss Whedon makes an offer via open letter in Deadline Hollywood. )

( Forgive me while I whine for a minute. )


For something less of a downer, please ( join your Gangsta Pumpkin on his truck of doom! )

Finally, to finish on the opposite note from the whiney opening, ( here's some more Twitter goodness: )

Uhm, yeah. That.

Title: Insisting on Love (Part 4/?)
Pairings: Logan/Veronica
Rating: This part R. Eventually NC-17
Warning: Adult language.
Spoilers: Everything that aired.
Summary: Picks up a few weeks after the events of the last episode of the show. The roller-coaster that is Logan and Veronica. Sometimes you need to get off the ride and stop spinning in order to appreciate the high.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I just love them. Despite everything.
A/N: My excellent, patient … very patient beta, arabian, who is sticking with this despite the truly epic length of time it takes me to produce a chapter. Through years and continents, etc.
A/N2: I am out of benefit of a doubt, apologies, and forbearance. I don’t deserve any. But if you are still here, reading, and can find it in your heart to forgive me just a little, I am very grateful!

Part 4

And just in case, here are previous parts:

Part 1

Part 2a

Part 2b

Part 3

I need to post a proper entry, but that's later.

Right now, I'm overworked, over-stressed, and past the point of the night where I should have gone to bed. Now I am beyond depleted, yet the sleep won't come.

Never mind, amusing myself with Twitter. Which, amazingly, I have grown to love. Sure it's full of morons. Then again, so is every facet of the Internet. And sure some people treat it as a chat-room or worse, as a blog, posting 15,000 "tweets" a day, confusing the hell out of those who came to Twitter in order to escape those long-ass blog entries elsewhere. But on the plus side, I found some people I would never have heard from otherwise that are absolute delights. Those 6 people that I actually follow (okay, a few more than that, but it feels like only 6, really. The 6 worth reading, anyway) consistently make my day.

( Sharing the levity at 140 characters: )

I am in love with The Office. I'm sorry if it's weird for it to hear, but I needed it to hear that. ;)

( I can go into the long recap of all the moments, but I'm not going to. )

Yes, I am that big of a dork. :) ( (Tiny spoilers for tonight's TO ep -- mostly a few names and a place. Nothing earth-shuttering) )

I'm back, with my wanderlust satisfied, for this year at least. I don't get to do this often, but when I go, I go a bit nuts. :) I know I missed a lot and I apologize if I won't manage to catch up with all the things that went on here in my absence.

So, I'm home by way of Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany (not the entirety of these countries, just parts I could squeeze into 11 days), with a weird cold and a jet-lag to end all jet-lags. I'm home to a pile of work and annoyances that seem to have procreated and spawned in my absence. Aaaand...

I don't care! I'm on vacation and travel hight. I have the best friends in the world, who collected stuff for me into a large pile entitled "While You Were Away!"

( Some details, if you care )

( Also, went to Borders )

Anywho, I've got travel pics and stories, but that's for later. I have other obligations, like finishing a chapter and ... oh, yeah, actual work. ;) Sorry for the length!

Larry Gelbart died from cancer on September 11, at the age of 81.

And what do you say to that? He was elderly. It wasn't unexpected. He had a long, prolific, and interesting life. Notions like "before his time" or "tragedy" don't quite apply. And yet... What the hell does it matter, anyway? Someone whose wit, intelligence, and humanity had delighted and comforted me for years. Someone to whom I owe something of an education. Someone whose writing is the golden standard by which I measure all others. He died. There won't be another. It's a tremendous loss.

I don't know what else to say. It's all been said in every obituary and op ed piece by every major media source. I think, instead, I'll just quote randomly from the things he'd given us.

( A Play On Words: )

He once said that the opposite of "comedic" wasn't "serious," it was "humorless." Well, he was comedy god and he was serious. Things pained him deeply, offended him terribly, moved him greatly. And he saw humor in all of it, in the worst horrors of life, in its biggest absurdities. He knew how to laugh at it all without trivializing it. And the importance of allowing yourself to not be serious once in a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice: Pull down your pants and slide on the ice." —Sidney Freedman, M*A*S*H

Abyssinia, Larry... You'll be missed terribly.

The law of large numbers states that, given a random variable with a finite expected value, if its values are repeatedly sampled, as the number of these observations increases, the sample mean will tend to approach and stay close to the expected value.

Translated from Sheldon-speak, this roughly means: You try hard enough and often enough, and you're bound to win one sometime. :) You have tried, and you are overdue for a win. So, happy birthday, arabian! May this year be the one you get what you want. Stay healthy, be happy, and the best of luck to you!

Typography from Ronnie Bruce on Vimeo.

( Totally like whatever, you know?  )

Great poem and great graphic interpretation (by Ronnie Bruce, a film student project. Damn. I feel talentless in comparison).

I hope it's a fun one! :)

No? Me neither. It's been a while. :)

It's July tomorrow and here's one more thing I'm sure no one remembers: In late December I made about six months worth of The Office One-a-Day calendar pages. Yep. Six months are up, and I am uploading two more (I have more, and I will have it all, but I need time to format it properly, and time is something I'm short on). Also, please, someone, remind me to never do this insane amount of work again! ;)

Samples:




( More under the cut. )

In other news of forgotten items: on an off chance anyone still gives a damn, the next chapter of that pesky VM fic, "Insisting on Love," -- I know, I know, it's been spanning years and continents, and I am a lousy person -- is almost ready. (Seriously, folks, I am very sorry for the snail speed of my writing.).

That's all. Happy upcoming holidays.

Happy Birthday, lama_not_llama!

Have a great, wonderful, fun-filled day, week, month, year, life! :)

Ack! Almost missed it!

Happy Birthday, stephanierb!




Have a great one! :)

I need to catalog the good things that make me happy right now. Please bear with me.

1. All the dear people in my life (who help me hang in there, and survive those who don't).
2. A painting that really turned out better than I expected (two months of work, right there).
3. Chocolate ice-cream (the universal cure).
4. Jim Halpert (thank you for brightening up my every week). :)
5. Jincy Willett (write more books, please!).
6. Planning a vacation (which I am not sure I can even go on, but planning's fun).
7. The guy who gave me a flower on the train this morning (I don't know who you are, I don't know why you didi it, but thank you).
8. Random shots I take daily:



( More Random Shots )

That's it. Sorry for the randomness. :)