Relative Dimension

1. Knitting nipples is a BITCH and my poor fingers never want to be put through that again.

2. He may have certifiable fashion sense and be a bit more roly-poly than we're used to, but he's still the goddamn Doctor!

3. HARRY SULLIVAN IS AN IMBECILLE! (But we still love 'im.)

I nicked copied a list of prompts from the 100 Fics LJ, so in theory I should start generating ideas for shortish things. I just need to stop bouncing around fandoms, because that's not helping my concentration any.

Tin Man, by the way, comes out on DVD on March 11, the same day as Stargate: Ark of Truth. Guess what I'll be watching for spring break.

Today I finished my third Firefly video, everything except for the polishing. I now have a craving to watch the series again. Unfortunately, I left everything at school except for the movie. I've also developed a sudden onset of strong affection for Jayne Cobb.

Usually I can knit a hat in a day or two, but this bitch of a cable/bobble hat is trying my patience.

What the hell? Eight textbooks for  three classes? I remember when history classes just had history books.

I am watching X-Files again. It was a joke when I said it, but I'm in a knitting frenzy and I a) don't want to watch anything I have, b) am having to wait between discs of Homicide from Netflix, and c) can only take so much of BtVS at a time. That show is pretty cheesy. Firefly really was so much better. An added bonus of X-Files is that I'm familiar enough with the episodes that I know more or less which ones Mulder gets the crap kicked out of him, and I can just listen the rest of the time. That man was whumped on a lavel almost unequaled in fandom.

My scarf is MONSTER long and approaching 8 feet if it hasn't reached it already. I desperately want to finish before I go back to Eugene because my free time will disappear fast. I've been working on it so much that I've developed a sore shoulder from throwing the yarn over the end of the needle. Injuries from knitting are possible. And they don't have to involve stabbing yourself.

One of the writing exercises had me write about snot, to get me used to subjects I'm not accustomed to writing about. Here's the poem I came up with.

Ode to Snot

Snot is a thing that you fling at the wall;
Snot is a thing you can roll in a ball;
Snot keeps you busy in that boring class,
Oh, that wonderful snot.

Snot can be yellow or white or quite clear;
Comes from your nose, and not from your ear;
Snot is of variant volume and mass,
Disgusting, but marveouls snot.

Some say it's icky and slimy and foul;
If you don't use a tissue they will start to howl.
But often the ones who say snot is most crass
Are those who pick noses the most.

Snot can be useful, snot can be fun;
When someone is mean, sneeze on them and run.
Sometimes they're so shocked they fall down on their ass;
Oh, that magnificent snot!

Is it sad that this is the most coherent of all my exercises to date?

I didn't get any writing done today so far because I spent the first part of the day shopping for yarn and the rest working on a hat. Last night I watched Superman Returns and OMG Brandon Routh and James Marsden need to be in the next one and Bryan Singer needs to direct or else I will go to all their houses and tie them up and make them watch Lexx episodes (no association with Lex Luthor). Of course, Bryan Singer might enjoy Lexx and James Marsden spent an entire movie tied to a chair so I might have to try something more evil. In any case, they all need to work together again. I know Marsden having to say the line "I spent the night with Superman" can't have been an accident with Singer in the director's chair. Even if it's out of context. Brandon Routh is gorgeous, I want to draw him again with a better picture.

The countdown until Eragon continues, and I was going to read the book again but I only have three days and lots of knitting to do, and it's very unlikely I'll finish it by Friday. I may read it after. I want him to write the third one.