Filing a few complaints

[evilhippo]

(Because all I do anymore is complain.)

I wish that, when the weather says "snow!", it actually would mean snow. Like, real serious snow. More than a measly inch of snow. "snow!" followed by only an inch is kind of depressing. It was even worse earlier this year, though, when it was "SNOW!" and we only got an inch. Is accumulation too much to ask for? Freaking global warming. Freaking midwest weather.

Also, I have a stomach ache and the last thing I want to do right now is edit my BA. But I have to send a draft to my class in two hours. And the version I have right now makes so little sense in parts that I couldn't possibly expect to get useful comments. So I basically have no choice. I do wish I was happier with the style I'd written this in, though. Argh. It's so dry right now, and that's bothering me so much. To the point that I don't want to touch it until I can do more to fix it. Goshdarn my compulsive editing.

I'd really like a day, just one, without this hanging over my head. And that's not gonna happen. For another... forever. April. Omg. I'm gonna die.

Oh, and certain characters not related to my BA in the least need to stop suddenly being more interesting than my BA characters again. What the heck? I don't even know where this crap is coming from, and all of a sudden they're all "Hey! Remember how you had no idea what happened to us in the past month? Guess what! Now we know! And we're going to act on it and confuse and scare you with our minds-of-our-own and random switches of character traits!" Nothing... nothing is scarier than a very determined Hughes without any of his usual (family) anchors or will to be "normal". Except maybe a homunculus who's suddenly got an oddly caring side that he can't explain, and a fear that his, er, original is actually secretly more of a homunculus than he is (not that everyone didn't already know that Hughes was the evil one of the two).

Comments

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

AT LEAST YOU GET SNOW AT ALL! *burns Savannah like Sherman was too big a pussy to do*
I spent all afternoon watching football with Joe and laughing at the shivering football men.
Also, always here to listen if you gotta rant. ♥

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

So you think, but after 22 years of it, it doesn't count as snow unless 1) there's enough of it and 2) it's not that stupid powdery stuff (unless you're into skiing). Chicago snow sucks most of the time. Though the Chicago football men were actually getting snowed on, I think. (And dude, the end of the Colts/Patriots game was actually cool. Oddly, my friend Joe and I were watching BSG when suddenly there was a loud roar we had to investigate, which was about seven people in the room across the hall shouting at the TV. Twas wonderful.)

[look-alive.livejournal.com]

Eh, I guess I see your point. For me three flakes falling from the sky merits excitement.
The Patriots won, right? I don't follow football at all, but because of Joe, I end up halfway interested sometimes. He was relatively indifferent to the Bears game earlier and was actually going for... shoot, who were they playing, my brain died... Anyway, I was like, YAY CHICAGO! CARRIE IS IN CHICAGO! And I yelled HI CARRIE! at the screen and he gave me a funny look. I don't like the Patriots just because they're called Patriots and I think that's dumb. I want Chicago to eat their faces.
And BSG... Holy crap, BSG. I think the Cylon on the crew has gotta be Starbuck or someone else who was held captive by Cylons or 3 wouldn't have been apologizing like that. BALTAR NEEDS TO LOSE THE FACIAL RUG KTHXBAI.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

Noooo, the Colts won in glorious amazing fashion. Which is good. I kind of hold the Patriots' stupid name against them too. There was much rejoicing in the hallways here, since apparently we've got a lot of Indiana people on the floor, and a fire extinguisher was apparently spiked into the floor.

Downtown Chicago was really cool last night. All the buildings facing Soldier Field were lit up with "Go Bears" in the windows and such. Kind of cozy, in a completely midwestern sports-minded way. (-;

Holy crap BSG indeed. And omg, watching it with other people. So strange. And yet wonderful. We were debating who the Clyon would be... I can't quite put it together yet, though. I have my random hopes, and my random fears (if Roslin is a cylon like I'm afraid she is, I'm gonna cry). And dude, yes, what is with people in this show and unnecessary facial hair?? Freaking Adama loses that stupid mustach and now Baltar's got something eating his face (Unnecessary Facial Hair is probably one of the final five cylons. It'll turn into a kind of Viper Pilots of the Apocalypse thing.) And I so called that nova. So called it. Then again, I made a bet about there being giant praying mantises on the planet that'd imprison and kill the Chief, so not all of my calls are good. (-;

... I need BSG icons.