I saw Bruno earlier tonight. And I really enjoyed it, and laughed all the way through. (Disclaimer: I also saw Borat in the theatre and own the DVD, along with both seasons of Da Ali G Show. I am one of Those People.)

( A defence of That Scene. Spoilers, obvs. )

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And if you don't care about that, at least check this out: HOLY FUCK JOHN CHO.

Man, if that's what Panic! are going to sound like post-Ryan and Jon, I am so fucking happy they split, because that clip is FUCKING AWESOME. Because let's not kid ourselves: P.O. sucked pretty hard when compared to Fever.

In other news: BREAKING NEWS: Stephen Harper is a moron. I bet you didn't see that one coming!

I'm supposed to be preparing for a couple of meetings tomorrow (one being the first formal meeting of the 2009 orientation subcommittee, of which I was unilaterally and against my will appointed chair, what what (side note: hahaha); the other being with minor field supervisor #1), but instead I am watching Star Trek crackvids on youtube. My new favourite thing = the one set to If You Were Gay from Avenue Q, which made me laugh so hard that I cried, but then also made me sad because Nicky/Rod isn't canon (THOUGH IT SHOULD BE -- muppet OTP of my heart!) and it would be ultra sad if, like Rod with Nicky, Spock had to settle for a Kirk-alike rather than one of his very own.

...I am possibly really invested in Kirk/Spock. Whatever! Point is, watch the video; it is the funniest thing ever, no matter what your crazy shipping preferences.

Had a weirdly unpleasant weekend at my aunt's place in the boonies -- my grandparents barely spoke to me the entire weekend, and seem to have mostly decided that I am a colossal disappointment to the family. No, no; it's cool. I'll just be over here with my PhD candidacy and shit, failing at life. And yet, I am actually going back next weekend for a few days (Sunday to Wednesday, back in time for HP6!), mainly because my grandparents won't be around then.

So speaking of failing at life, I finally figured out the rest of what happens in the arranged marriage fic (which is going to be my startrekbigbang fic, because I am a dirty cheating cheater who cheats). I also decided on the gag to use in the groundhog day fic, which makes the rest of it really straightforward to write (note that I did not say easy, because I make everything harder than it has to be), even if it means I have to go back and re-write the first, uh, ten pages or so. On the other hand, this means that some day I may actually post a story again!

Naturally I am obliged to cancel my credit card due to FRAUD (for the fifth time) on the weekend that I wanted to buy a pair of sandals.

My life is really hard.

ps. My sister was not impressed by Nimoy's ballad of Bilbo Baggins. wtf?

First off: this is my 4,000th post. Holy shit, you guys.

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This has been a really annoying week for several reasons, and since I am cranky, I am going to tell you some things that are annoying me about reboot Trek fandom lately:

- Why so much fuss about getting Spock to call Kirk by his first name? glitterdemon already posted about this, but it annoys me so much that it bears repeating. I don't see why this trope gets so much attention in fic, since there's often no reason for it other than the assumption that Spock would never call Kirk Jim unless he'd overcome some new and exciting barrier of intimacy. This is actually just not the case since Spock calls him Jim in the movie, unprompted, possibly as an offer of friendship, but possibly also just because he knows it's Kirk's name, and that's what you do. (Obviously, I am guilty of this myself, but that was a. a deliberate characterization choice on my part [that is, that Spock was being deliberately awkward and obtuse] and b. done totally for the gag.) So, I will grant that it's cute if it's done properly, but there needs to be way more justification for it being an issue than That's Just How Spock Is, since it's obviously not.

- And speaking of names, can we stop using Spock's full name? It's apocryphal and also totally lame, and no one in any canon (afaik) ever calls him by it, nor does he ever ask them to.

- Why will no one write me that Boston Legal crossover prompt that I posted on the kinkmeme like a million years ago? What is wrong with you, internet? Don't you love me anymore? D:

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And now I feel better, because the friend of mine who offered to pay me for sex is on fbook chat, telling me that he just got shut down by a girl who started crying as soon as the pants came off. I'm trying to be comforting, but mostly I'm laughing hysterically (and also feeling badly for the girl, ngl), because, like: "her pants/underwear were off. who stops then? to cry?" and I'm just kind of like, "I don't know, dude, considering that that has NEVER HAPPENED TO ME." Because I am not a douche. At least, not about sex.

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( book meme from dine. )

1. I forgot to set my alarm last night. Not that I have to be anywhere in particular today, but I kind of needed those hours, kthx. I already had approximately zero motivation, and now I have even less. So instead of doing my own work, I'm going to torment myself with some transcriptions for my supervisor.

( Which is exciting! )

2. In related news, I totally just had to email my supervisor asking him to re-send an email that I actually received and read, because in the process of moving it from one folder to another in my inbox, I managed to corrupt it into unreadability. I am so fucking dumb sometimes.

3. My birthday was on Friday, and guys: I do not think I have ever been that drunk. I thought I was going to die. I was STILL DRUNK when I woke up the next morning, and had the most epic hangover later, from which I did not recover until about 8:30pm. It was worse than the time I drank two bottles of wine and threw up all over the bathroom, and then had to drive two hours to visit my grandparents after only three hours of sleep, having woken up drunk. (Note: I was not driving.) On the other hand, best birthday EVER, so I think it evens out.

4. startrekbigbang, y/y? Probably an exercise in futility for me (because I can never finish anything over 2000 words unless it's a paper), but I still kind of want to.

1. Is anyone into steampunk or other alternahistory fiction? And have any novels they'd like to recommend?

2. On Michael Ignatieff's boring status updates on facebook, and the fourth wall in politics, says TS: "I would not want to see, for example: Jean Chrétien is contemplating a second cookie." Which is too bad, because I SO WOULD.

First: this afternoon I saw Chris Pfine's exact double on Columbus Ave. I did a total double-take, head swivelling around and all. Same sunglasses, same hideous plaid shirt, same black skinnies, same stupid blue plimsolls as he always wears in those pap shots. Why? Why would anyone do this? TERRIBLE.

Second: Last night I met up with my ex-boyfriend from high school, who now lives in Brooklyn, and who I haven't seen in six years. The first thing that needs mentioning is that I had really good taste in dudes in high school, ngl. Dude has matured very well. The second thing that needs mentioning is that while other people may be able to sleep in the same bed as some hot dude they used to date and have nothing happen, I am not one of those people. Consequently, I had about three hours of sleep last night and it was AWESOME. I still find pet names in bed to be really awkward, though.

Third: I went to this really kind of wretched cocktail party tonight and met a bunch of obscenely rich people, one of whom indirectly offered a job to my sister. You know how I said this was going to be the weirdest, most surreal trip ever? It so is.

Fourth: ( This photo is terrible, but check out my awesome dress! )

Now I have to pack and go to bed. Hopefully getting to Toronto will be less eventful than it was getting to New York.

So as I mentioned, during my six and a half hour flight delay on Monday, I watched Star Trek for a fourth time. Now with added thinky thoughts! ( are we still cutting for spoilers? )

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Dear internet: what hideously overpriced meal should I have for dinner tonight? Because my aunt and uncle are off at some cocktail party without me, and I don't particularly feel like going out by myself, so my only real option is to eat in the hotel. Last night it was a $30 pizza. LAME. (This hotel, you guys, seriously. SERIOUSLY.)

ps. New York is awesome, thanks for asking. I finally got in around 9pm on Monday, only six hours later than I was supposed to. Although as I later pointed out, I could have flown to Europe in the same amount of time as it took to get here.

pps. Dear Fido: STOP CALLING ME.