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The weather and I are in sinc, it feels as if it is about to do something outside but it can't make up its blooming mind, so is instead sitting in neutral. Gray haze with a solitary segal flying in aimless circles. No rain. No mist. Just a dull gloomy haze the color of eggshells. There's also an edge to the air as if the clouds want to let loose, but just can't get up the energy to do so. That's how I feel today. On the verge of doing something, but backing off. Almost deleted my whole live journal in a fit of pique, almost wrote a nasty rant, almost re-read the 2002 archives of a discussion board, almost decided to change my livejournal name and defriend everyone - write under a new persona, start fresh, unknown, without the baggage. Redefinition. Almost deleted this entry. Instead, I watched a couple of episodes of TV shows on DVD - Episode 5 of The L Word (which I've managed to hook my pal Wales on),
BTVS S6 Once More With Feeling Behind the Scenes (damn, I forgot how hot Marsters was that season), Episode 1 of Wonderfalls. ( I can't even commit to watching DVDs.)

That raw spiteful energy hums beneath my fingertips making it difficult for me to work on my story, the work in progress, 25 pages typed. I'm stuck, my protagonist is, rather. And until I unstuck her, the story remains stuck as well. After a somewhat productive busy work week, feeling highly unproductive this weekend. Just nervous and edgy. As if a demon is inside me trying to claw its way out and kick people with words.

So to amuse myself and save the eight weary souls who may end up reading this a rant, I'm returning to that evil BTVS fanfic I wrote a while back. This chapter deals with Giles. You don't really need to read the other chapters to know what is going on. It can stand alone off by itself. It's not proofed or edited in any way either...just written in the box, as a means of entertaining myself and satisfying the edgy energy beneath my fingertips.

( How Scotch Resembles Blood...or the funky taste at the bottom of the bottle... )

Shopping, DVDS and The L Word...

It's finally raining and I feel as if the world is being washed clean by the deluge, pattering against the rooftops and pavement. Released. No longer constipated. Nice feeling. Almost comforting. Takes the edge off. Isn't it funny how connected I am to weather? The desire to kick people has not faded by the way.

( stuff on the L Word and a bit of pontificating on sex and love and homophobia, which I can't abide. )

Got my DVDs today and the art on the S6 and S7 packages is horrendously cheesy. Am tempted to remove the DVDs from the packages, get another container, and put them in that. West Side Story - art is fantastic. S5 DVD?
Actually pretty well contained. Simple. Not as cheesy. Classy. Probably the best art of the group, and no that's not just because Spike's on the cover, he's on the cover of 7 too. Wonderfalls? Good art. Firefly? Ugh. Why can't these shows have simple art like Wonderfalls or West Side Story? And not cater to the 16 year old comic book store geeks? (Probably because that's who the marketing dept. believes is buying this stuff and they aren't completely wrong.)

Also did the shopping spree last night. Apparently the shopping bug is in the air. ( shopping )

Now just have to figure out what shoes I need to wear for these Salsa dance classes I'm considering. Worrying over that alot. Amongst other things.