1. Comment to this post with "I surrender!" and I'll assign you the basis of some TV show idea. (Science fiction show, medical drama, criminal procedure, etc...)
2. Create a cast of characters, including the actors who'd play them
3. Add in any actor photos, character bios and show synopsis that you want.
4. Post to your own journal.
Your show is about: Our universe is oscillatory; a big bang started it and a big crunch will end it. But what of the big bangs and crunches that came before? What happened to all the previous universes? All that knowledge, all that life?
A popular high schooler wakes up one morning with all the knowledge of this universe, the previous universes, and those that will come after... making him or her the number one priority of a government agency.
( The Last Minute )
- Music:Empires - Damn Things Over | Powered by Last.fm
It seems that life has to keep teaching me this lesson over and over and over again: Playing it safe does not lead to happiness, or even to comfort. Playing it safe leads to waking up to a job I hate, counting down the minutes until I can leave, coming home to lay in my pajamas, too tired to go out and do stuff, going to sleep without having done anything I want to do, and waking up to repeat that all over again.
I spent the last five years in Seattle realizing this, waking up to the fact that I was forever waiting for my life to magically become full and interesting without me actually reaching forward to push things in my favor.
I watch people around me everyday doing the same thing, and they mouth sayings like "You've got to live for each day!" and "Notice and enjoy the little things!" but of course they don't feel that, they don't do that. And they keep trundling on in jobs they despise, and they'll do it for decades. They all have little goals, things they want to do--lose ten pounds, visit x vacation spot, learn whatever hobby--but will never actually do. I will not allow myself to get sucked back into this useless cycle.
The good part is, everyday since I left Seattle, I look into the mirror and I like myself a little better than I did the day before. I think "What was a I thinking all those years when I hated my body and my face and my voice?" and I think "This youth is a limited resource. It will be gone in the blink of an eye and I'll look back and wonder why I never did anything with it and the waste will ache."
My trepidation about lack of security is overrun by the fear that I will waste myself, my precious minutes and days and years doing repetitive useless tasks. The tipping point has once again been reached.
I'm going to share with you my theory about why being an adult sucks more each day, why it seems like each day is less interesting than the one before:
As children, we had so little control over what went on in our lives that everything was a challenge. The very foundation of each day was made of challenge. We struggled to understand, and then to rise to the challenge, and then to bring it under our control. As adults, we've managed to sequester ourselves into little neatly-trimmed artificial worlds that we can control to an astonishing degree. When we are challenged, we're so unused to it, it feels like a crisis, a failure. It also probably doesn't help that we mostly can't run home and cry into a parent's shirt about it.
Anyway, though that (almost) absolute control of our life feels like what we want, it is most certainly not what we need. The trick is not to sequester ourselves, but to constantly expand the part of the world we inhabit. Rise to meet it, feel overwhelmed by it, learn how to incorporate it: feel alive.
Dreamt I was dead sleeping in your bed
Floated up from the ground and looked down
Then finally I could see completely
Heard the angels' song
I know what you are
I could never tell
They sang what you are
This far away, you're a miniature to me
Are you sorry you almost disappeared
Now I know what you are
I could never tell
They sang what you are
Now the notes are fading
and everything is turned around
And I can't help but think it
Its a long way down
And all the lights are changing
and everything is turned around
And I can't help but thinking
its a long way down
Now I know what you are
I could never tell
They sang what you are
I want to write a story about it but I don't know what.
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Also, I'm wrapped in
There was an entertaining excursion to Whole Foods that we will not speak of, but that I'm sure the cashiers and baggers will be talking about for days to come.
That is all.
That is the long way of saying, do you have any fanfic recommendations auf Deutsch?
The lulz just keep rolling out.
Seriously, this person should win awards. Lots and lots of awards!
I'm sure the 99% of you that are nodding your head in agreement already know that he built his own house along with most of the furniture in it, that he seems to be a jack of all trades, that he's funny, and that oh, yeah he's hot. He shares my day of birth, not including the year! His wife is pretty much the person I want to be, and I mean that because of who she is and what she does and because she's married to him.
I need this man in my life in the event of the apocalypse.
Insert besotted sigh here.
( Gaze )
To those of you who've seen it...go! laugh all over again. And to those who haven't: You're in for a treat.
Anyway, I'm super excited about
The nausea has receded and I still feel a little off, so I'm drinking some EmergenC. My ear keeps popping whenever I swallow, but I think I've been fighting off the same low-grade whatever-it-is for like a week now, and so maybe this is actually coming to a head. In any case, I don't actually have any other symptoms unless you count general "I don't have any energy, but I'm pretty okay".
Yeah. I'm gonna go watch Merlin.

You are The Sun
Happiness, Content, Joy.
The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.
Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.
The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
- Overuse of the words "masculine" and "feminine". And really, almost any use constitutes overuse at this point, because it's been used to DEATH, and is really just gender-stereotype-shorthand and I think we all know how I feel about gender stereotypes.
- Any use of the phrase (or variants): "He smelled like X and X...and something uniquely himself." Bonus points if one X = masculine.
- The word "Panties". It shall be nowhere in anything I ever write unless it's expressly for mocking. Even the WORD makes me feel unclean in a too-much-pink-and-lace-feminine-hygiene-s
- My heroine shall not have any of these jobs, or similar: Interior designer, party planner, caterer. In fact, let's rule out most small businesses and anything that could be related to weddings.
- My hero will not be any of the following: Lawyer, CEO, Navy Seal.
- Supporting characters will not be pigeon-holed into any of the following categories: Gay Best Friend. Snarky Best Girl Friend. Well-meaning Family Member. Characters may contain, incidentally, some of those characteristics. But they will not be defined by them. I hate clumsy characterization.
- My hero will at no point become a neanderthal. He may get annoyed. He may get angry, even. He will NEVER. EVER. CROSS THE LINE INTO CREEPY, WHERE HE TREATS THE HEROINE LIKE SHE DOES NOT HAVE A FUNCTIONING BRAIN AND/OR HUMAN REASONING. Relatedly, he will not fly into a jealous rage when she so much as talks to another man. Insecurity is gross. So is an uncontrollable temper. I think the fact that so many romances include it as "proof" that the hero lurves the heroine says many horrible things about what women have been conditioned by our society to accept in a mate.
- This is more of a general rule for all my writing, but my plot will not be based on A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING that could be ironed out in five minutes' worth of adult conversation.
- Neither the Hero or Heroine will have eye colors that don't occur in nature. Unless they're wearing contacts or are inherently supernatural. Silver, gold, grey-purple? These are not eye colors, these are club dress colors. There is nothing wrong with having brown eyes, okay?
- Similarly, the hero will not be large and beefy, and the heroine will not be small and waif-like and I will not focus on their relative sizes in the fetishizing-inequality way a lot of romances seem to. Men are, on the whole, slightly larger than women. This is nice! There is no need to exaggerate it to the point where the frequent mention of enormous shoulders and muscles forces me to picture Arnold Schwarzenegger's body, because frankly, Ew.
What are your guys' most hated clichés?
- Music:The Hush Sound - Don't Wake Me Up | Powered by Last.fm
Must start brainstorming.
Who else is doing it?
I HAVE MISSED THIS SHOW!!
( Spoilers for this ep, but mostly be yelling at the characters )
ETA: http://www.richardcobbett.com/codex/jou
My horoscope says:
If you really knew how much you were loved, you would never cry again. A sublime relaxation would flood your nervous system, freeing you to see the beautiful secrets that your chronic fear has hidden from you. If you knew how much the world longs for your genius to bloom in its full glory, the peace that filled you would ensure you could not fail. You'd face every trial with eager equanimity. You would always know exactly what to do because your intuition would tell you in a myriad of subtle ways. And get this: A glimpse of this glory will soon be available to you.
I think this is going to be a good day.
- Music:The Brobecks - All of the Drugs | Powered by Last.fm