Nothing Much

[annundriel]

Saturday two of the poplar trees at home blew down, missing the house by feet and various other semi-important things by inches. I'm so glad I'm not at home now. Unfortunately, now that trees have actually blown over, next time we have a big wind storm my fear of being smushed won't be completely ridiculous. Luckily, my room's mostly between lines of trees. Which is usually a pain, because that means in the summer I get the full afternoon/evening sun without the benefit of any shade. What were they thinking randomly leaving a spot open in the trees?

I'm rambling because it's late and I'm tired, but not quite tired enough to go to bed. Point is, we lost trees. It kind of freaks me out. The end.

Classes freak me out less. I know it's only the second week (first full week) of the quarter, but I can see better now how I can fit all of the readings into my days. Now I think the only stress causing thing will be papers and that's not at all surprising.

I've got the new SGA to watch, but I think I'm going to hold off until later this week to watch it. It seems like people mostly enjoyed this last one, so that's a good sign. Plus I've seen pictures and, well, Sheppard's not hard on the eyes. None of them are. Which is no different than any ep, really. (Except for maybe that one where John develops that nasty skin condition and the ability to scale walls like Spiderman. Seriously, the skin involved with turning into a bug gave me a little case of the heebie jeebies. I don't like skin related things.)

Now for some writing. Or maybe more Yeats. Or bed. Woo.

Comments

[olivelavonne.livejournal.com]

John and Aeryn should form a club. The I was almost turned into some weird species of bug club. They could get together and act manly about it and then drink and relax in their non-emotional ways.

If Aeryn and John met, I bet they'd become buds. Rodney and John would get jealous, and they'd have to go cuddle them. Not all together, but seperately.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

For whatever reason Crichton and Aeryn and John and Rodney would have to end up in a booth at a bar somewhere and this topic would be brought up. Crichton and Rodney would sit there and roll their eyes at each other across the table as John and Aeryn had a round of, "I Mutated Horribly! Ask Me How!"

"There was this Wraith girl," John would explain, "and she got me with her hand."

Aeryn looked unimpressed. "Needle in the eye. Voluntary." (Because even though it turned out bad, it's kind of cool that she was up for something that cringe inducing. And Rodney's definitely cringing in his corner of the booth.)

"I turned blue and scale-y," John said, leaning, his forearms crossed on the table infront of him.

She took a sip of her beer. "An arm grew out of my abdomen."

"She looked like a wombat," Crichton added. "With too many arms."

John deflated a little. He couldn't really top extra appendages. But then Rodney piped up with, "Sheppard scaled walls. Like Spiderman."

Aeryn looked vaguely intrigued. "Spiderman?"

And the rest of the evening was taken up with Crichton, John, and Rodney going all pop culture, comic book geekboy on her.

Um. I'm avoiding reading? There's no excuse for this. And I've never done anything Farscape before. At all. I think this is as close as I'll ever get.