Serenity: The Review

So I've finally seen Serenity. ( And here's what I thought of it -- SPOILERS ABOUND! )

A little long-winded, but there you go. There should be shower and bed soon. Like, now-soon. Tomorrow is another day. Maybe one in which Affils work actually gets done.

Feeding the Muse

I just got fangirled. And for a change, I don't mind. Why? Because a) it wasn't a "writemorewritemoreNOWNOWNOW" and b) it wasn't about TLAS.

There was a problem logging onto the NaNo site yesterday so I didn't check anything. However, the problem seems to have resolved today and I discovered upon logging in that I had a private message. This was from someone who'd read my last word prompt exercise (you can find it on non_plot if you really want to see it). And this is what the message said:

Oh. Em. Gee. Your Daily Word Prompt post for October the Tenth has killed me dead. I love it so, so much. I want to print it out and pin it on my wall and read it every Valentine's day. It should become traditional Valentine's day reading, like The Night Before Christmas is for Christmas.

I love Carl. I love the pink creature. I love the "cleanup on isle nine". I love the tribble on a caffine high. And I especially love how it looks like a crackfic plotbunny.

So good. Had to fangirl you for a bit. You really cranked this work of genius out in fifteen minutes?

I am pleased, but also scared. I seem to have become a much better writer than I think I am while I wasn't looking. When the hell did that happen? Though please keep in mind that I AM NOT COMPLAINING. Hear that, Thren? Not complaining...

Must find Pixy Stix. Thren likes Pixy Stix, and sacrifices to the musae, even if they're not the classical Greek ones (even, in fact, if they're ones you made up), are kind of de rigeur. I mean, chocolate covered coffee beans are all well and good, but sometimes raw sugar is required.

Another WTF moment brought to you by the workplace.

...*blinkblink*

Dear Dr Editor-man:

I've been here six weeks. You've been here for years, possibly decades. We both know where we store the files that are waiting for referee opinion. They're in that file cabinet. The one that's right behind you. The one you're blocking when you ask me to dig out three of them for you.

Do you suffer from memory loss? Have you gone blind? Have you forgotten your alphabet? Or do you really think that it's beneath you to open a couple of file cabinet drawers?

I am not permitted to be cheeky and it's a bad idea to appear lazy, or I would have simply stayed in my chair and pointed out where the files are kept. And what's the bets that you leave them on the table for me to file later?

Regards,
The New Admin