wildcard_47: (Alias - reading fanfic)
For those of you on the f-list who were (or still are, in my case) fans of the TV show Alias, I've written a tiny Alias-centered piece.

It started with me having watched far too much Project Runway on Friday, and then reading this particular story by [livejournal.com profile] yahtzee63 a few days ago and deciding there was something to be explored in Marshall's ability to adapt CIA-grade gear into regular clothes.

Hence, fic:

Making it Work )
wildcard_47: (Doctor Who - this is brilliant)
Found this linked in [community profile] ontd_twatlight and figured the literary nerds on my f-list would also be appreciative, especially as I didn't bother filling out the original meme myself. Therefore, I give you:

Wm. Shakespeare's Five and Twenty Random Things Abovt Me )
wildcard_47: (Doctor Who - this is brilliant)
Found this linked in [community profile] ontd_twatlight and figured the literary nerds on my f-list would also be appreciative, especially as I didn't bother filling out the original meme myself. Therefore, I give you:

Wm. Shakespeare's Five and Twenty Random Things Abovt Me )
wildcard_47: (Doctor Who - nine wasn't going to tell y)
A quick reaction post:

Here be spoilers... )
wildcard_47: (Doctor Who - nine wasn't going to tell y)
A quick reaction post:

Here be spoilers... )
wildcard_47: (NC voters for Obama)
Well, it's 12:10 by my clock, and thus, officially Election Day 2008!

We've waited two years -- two long, drawn-out, frustrating years of debates, slogans, campaign rallies and tri-syllabic chants -- to get to this point. People have characterized this particular election as one of the most important in years -- decades, even. I've heard it called the most important since the inception of our nation. The important thing to remember is that no matter who wins tomorrow, this election will be historic. For multiple reasons, it will be one of the most historic processes our country has ever witnessed.

All I can say about it is, I'm glad. Thrilled. My friends would probably say "obsessed", haha. But in all seriousness, I'm ready for new leadership and for the chance to kick-start this country's morale again. Based on my icon (and, for those of you who know me, a frankness of expressed opinion), you know, or can guess, who I voted for. But as long as all of my American friends cast a vote today, and do it with an active, discerning eye, then that's the only thing I care about. Frankly, I'm just blessed to live in a country where I can vote, period, and where my vote actually matters.

And now for the obligatory political macros and video virals which accompany this post. (A small warning: this is going to be image heavy! But amusing!)

I'm wildcard_47, and I approve these politically-themed lulz! )

There will probably be another post of this magnitude tomorrow night. Get excited!
wildcard_47: (NC voters for Obama)
Well, it's 12:10 by my clock, and thus, officially Election Day 2008!

We've waited two years -- two long, drawn-out, frustrating years of debates, slogans, campaign rallies and tri-syllabic chants -- to get to this point. People have characterized this particular election as one of the most important in years -- decades, even. I've heard it called the most important since the inception of our nation. The important thing to remember is that no matter who wins tomorrow, this election will be historic. For multiple reasons, it will be one of the most historic processes our country has ever witnessed.

All I can say about it is, I'm glad. Thrilled. My friends would probably say "obsessed", haha. But in all seriousness, I'm ready for new leadership and for the chance to kick-start this country's morale again. Based on my icon (and, for those of you who know me, a frankness of expressed opinion), you know, or can guess, who I voted for. But as long as all of my American friends cast a vote today, and do it with an active, discerning eye, then that's the only thing I care about. Frankly, I'm just blessed to live in a country where I can vote, period, and where my vote actually matters.

And now for the obligatory political macros and video virals which accompany this post. (A small warning: this is going to be image heavy! But amusing!)

I'm wildcard_47, and I approve these politically-themed lulz! )

There will probably be another post of this magnitude tomorrow night. Get excited!
wildcard_47: (disco darcy)
WE CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW AWESOME WE ARE....
wildcard_47: (disco darcy)
WE CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW AWESOME WE ARE....

*bounces*

Sep. 30th, 2008 05:54 pm
wildcard_47: (mad men credits)

Okay, so all of you probably know about my newest TV obsession, the show Mad Men on AMC.

But you didn't know that I wrote my first Mad Men fanfic, or that I just posted said fic to the LJ community [livejournal.com profile] coloringmadmen!!! I am pleased as punch by this little blurb and I hope to churn out a few more in future (right about the time when I get over my blockage on Chapter 5+ regarding Tragic Kingdom.)

Anyway, it's been shamelessly linked just so I can squee over it some more. It's so exciting to dabble in a brand-new fandom like this. I'm all a-flutter. XD



Edit: For those of you who are tired of hearing about this TV show and want to get a hint of what it's about without being completely spoiled, here's one of the old S1 promos I found on YouTube. I wish they'd posted the full version of this, as that was the first preview I saw and it was absolutely brilliant. But this will do nicely.

*bounces*

Sep. 30th, 2008 05:54 pm
wildcard_47: (mad men credits)

Okay, so all of you probably know about my newest TV obsession, the show Mad Men on AMC.

But you didn't know that I wrote my first Mad Men fanfic, or that I just posted said fic to the LJ community [livejournal.com profile] coloringmadmen!!! I am pleased as punch by this little blurb and I hope to churn out a few more in future (right about the time when I get over my blockage on Chapter 5+ regarding Tragic Kingdom.)

Anyway, it's been shamelessly linked just so I can squee over it some more. It's so exciting to dabble in a brand-new fandom like this. I'm all a-flutter. XD



Edit: For those of you who are tired of hearing about this TV show and want to get a hint of what it's about without being completely spoiled, here's one of the old S1 promos I found on YouTube. I wish they'd posted the full version of this, as that was the first preview I saw and it was absolutely brilliant. But this will do nicely.
wildcard_47: (wahpah)
Ugh. Woke up today and discovered that the awful feeling that's been accompanying me this week (lots of fatigue, a runny nose, etc.) has morphed into a full-blown illness. I don't know where these symptoms are headed (i.e, have no fixed diagnosis), but today it's more of a cold than anything else. *sad panda* Hopefully it won't be worse tomorrow.

So I skipped my afternoon class and alternatively slept and chugged orange juice, tea, water, and beef boullion to start recuperating. After that, I turned in some important homework and went to check my mail. The only good thing about today is that my new camera has arrived. Yay. (It would be louder and more emphatic, but I can't muster up that kind of energy.)

Now I'm watching Mad Men and pretending that I don't have to lead a presentation for SAO later tonight. Or that I'm behind on reading Cold Mountain. But I've got some leftover curry from yesterday's lunch, so that will be nice to have...
wildcard_47: (wahpah)
Ugh. Woke up today and discovered that the awful feeling that's been accompanying me this week (lots of fatigue, a runny nose, etc.) has morphed into a full-blown illness. I don't know where these symptoms are headed (i.e, have no fixed diagnosis), but today it's more of a cold than anything else. *sad panda* Hopefully it won't be worse tomorrow.

So I skipped my afternoon class and alternatively slept and chugged orange juice, tea, water, and beef boullion to start recuperating. After that, I turned in some important homework and went to check my mail. The only good thing about today is that my new camera has arrived. Yay. (It would be louder and more emphatic, but I can't muster up that kind of energy.)

Now I'm watching Mad Men and pretending that I don't have to lead a presentation for SAO later tonight. Or that I'm behind on reading Cold Mountain. But I've got some leftover curry from yesterday's lunch, so that will be nice to have...
wildcard_47: (dance)

Woke up, ate a leisurely breakfast in front of my computer, and finished reading an article for class all before 9:00.

Went to class at the normal time only to find it had been canceled! The note said to check e-mail for more details.

Checked my email and discovered not only the aforementioned cancellation notice, but also notice that our final papers on Robinson Crusoe have been pushed back to the delightful due date of next Wednesday.

Friday is so flipping awesome!! (No pun on Crusoe intended, LOL.)

*dances like a mad person*
wildcard_47: (dance)

Woke up, ate a leisurely breakfast in front of my computer, and finished reading an article for class all before 9:00.

Went to class at the normal time only to find it had been canceled! The note said to check e-mail for more details.

Checked my email and discovered not only the aforementioned cancellation notice, but also notice that our final papers on Robinson Crusoe have been pushed back to the delightful due date of next Wednesday.

Friday is so flipping awesome!! (No pun on Crusoe intended, LOL.)

*dances like a mad person*
wildcard_47: (sexy paul)

What is this?? A second LJ post for the day? Monumental!

Anyway, this is a story that begs to be shared. I had a short meeting in the Oaks earlier tonight. Afterwards, my roommate and I were walking back from said event. We were just chatting, not really paying attention to where we were walking, and ended up taking a tiny shortcut through the grass to get to the actual footpath. As we're walking, two runners -- a man and a woman -- turn onto the sidewalk near us and start to jog past.

Realizing that we're walking in the grass at that point, and that we're about to get soaked due to the huge puddles lying in wait for our nice, dry shoes, I turn to [profile] chocoholic47and say something loud and snarky to the effect of:

"Wow, it's a bit wet here."

And one of the runners, while passing us on the left, looks my way and comments:

"That's what SHE said!"

At which point they turned the corner in the opposite direction, and I laughed hysterically in the meantime. I have never seen the from-a-distance "that's what she said" employed so well. It sounds like something that would come straight out of sitcom-world. Thus, to echo the title of this entry: Well played, sir. May watching endless reruns of The Office continue to benefit you in similar ways.
wildcard_47: (sexy paul)

What is this?? A second LJ post for the day? Monumental!

Anyway, this is a story that begs to be shared. I had a short meeting in the Oaks earlier tonight. Afterwards, my roommate and I were walking back from said event. We were just chatting, not really paying attention to where we were walking, and ended up taking a tiny shortcut through the grass to get to the actual footpath. As we're walking, two runners -- a man and a woman -- turn onto the sidewalk near us and start to jog past.

Realizing that we're walking in the grass at that point, and that we're about to get soaked due to the huge puddles lying in wait for our nice, dry shoes, I turn to [profile] chocoholic47and say something loud and snarky to the effect of:

"Wow, it's a bit wet here."

And one of the runners, while passing us on the left, looks my way and comments:

"That's what SHE said!"

At which point they turned the corner in the opposite direction, and I laughed hysterically in the meantime. I have never seen the from-a-distance "that's what she said" employed so well. It sounds like something that would come straight out of sitcom-world. Thus, to echo the title of this entry: Well played, sir. May watching endless reruns of The Office continue to benefit you in similar ways.
wildcard_47: (what not to wear)

Right, so I've been needing new work clothes for about a couple of years. My main wardrobe stipend consists of t-shirts and jeans, but through work and several other recent developments (i.e, realizing that I'll soon be interviewing for jobs and grad school), I've finally realized how important it is for me to have nice clothes that fit. I only figured this out because all my nice work-appropriate clothes were in the wash and I was forced to wear shorts, button-front shirts, and other items that haven't actually been donned since high school. Or, even more embarrassingly, middle school.

Yesterday I went to our local outlet mall to hit up some of the stores there. I expected it to be this big ordeal, because I can never find pants or shorts that seem to fit me. They're either elderly-person gigantic or have the weight and length of bikini shorts, and that doesn't fly either. My ideal shopping scenario is one in which I walk in, immediately find something I like, have it fit me perfectly, after which I pay and walk out.

Miracle of miracles, I basically had that experience yesterday. Literally picked something up, went 'ooh' and didn't want to kill myself after trying it on. Because there were so many discounts and sales going on, I was buying chinos, bermudas, capris -- all sorts of things. I even bought argyle -- a pattern which I've only recently stopped mega-loathing. Argyle!

Seriously, I went all 'What Not to Wear' on my wardrobe. It was ridiculous. Luckily, I think I'm set on work attire for the next couple of centuries, at least. And that's a good thing, because I couldn't afford to do this more than once. Sheesh!



wildcard_47: (what not to wear)

Right, so I've been needing new work clothes for about a couple of years. My main wardrobe stipend consists of t-shirts and jeans, but through work and several other recent developments (i.e, realizing that I'll soon be interviewing for jobs and grad school), I've finally realized how important it is for me to have nice clothes that fit. I only figured this out because all my nice work-appropriate clothes were in the wash and I was forced to wear shorts, button-front shirts, and other items that haven't actually been donned since high school. Or, even more embarrassingly, middle school.

Yesterday I went to our local outlet mall to hit up some of the stores there. I expected it to be this big ordeal, because I can never find pants or shorts that seem to fit me. They're either elderly-person gigantic or have the weight and length of bikini shorts, and that doesn't fly either. My ideal shopping scenario is one in which I walk in, immediately find something I like, have it fit me perfectly, after which I pay and walk out.

Miracle of miracles, I basically had that experience yesterday. Literally picked something up, went 'ooh' and didn't want to kill myself after trying it on. Because there were so many discounts and sales going on, I was buying chinos, bermudas, capris -- all sorts of things. I even bought argyle -- a pattern which I've only recently stopped mega-loathing. Argyle!

Seriously, I went all 'What Not to Wear' on my wardrobe. It was ridiculous. Luckily, I think I'm set on work attire for the next couple of centuries, at least. And that's a good thing, because I couldn't afford to do this more than once. Sheesh!



wildcard_47: (don't worry)
I've been in a fairly thoughtful mood this week. Most of it derives from the conclusion of my London experience, and realizing how that changed me in some tiny, nuanced ways, as well as in much larger ones. A tiny bit of it is caused by the fact that my 20th birthday is coming up, and we all know how birthdays can make a person think hard and well about their lives. However, seeing some of my Boone friends (or not seeing them, to be more accurate) has started to make me think about the ways that friendships evolve and change throughout their course.

Over my lifetime, I've had a few good, close, proper friends -- the ones who know every little thing about me, no matter how insignificant. They fielded four-hour phone calls (from a bedroom floor or junk-filled closet) about nothing and everything, got me through the hell of middle school and angst therein. They supported me, grew with me, or helped me discover something I didn't recognize in myself. For instance, I never would have thought of becoming a writer (or of writing for fun) had it not been for one of my best friends in middle school. Some of them, like that aforementioned girl, have come and gone already. Others, like my high school friends, were with me during the whirlwind of change that was freshman year, or senior year; they stood by me and helped me understand my place in their lives and in my own specific world. Now that we're entering the final two years of college, I can plainly see how we are slowly beginning to drift into different lives and interests.

I guess, for me, the trouble is not in realizing that we are changing and adapting, but in realizing that these processes are like a cycle. I'll be repeating and going through these processes no matter where I am or who I meet. Because I am the type of person who thinks of the future often, I worry about investing time and love with someone who might not be around until I'm 64, 84 -- what have you.

One of my close friends is doing mission work in Prague over the summer, and I'm keeping up with her blog while she's away. She posted a day or two ago about meeting people in one of the local hostels and making conversation with the travelers who come in and out. She had this to say about friendship and its purpose in our lives; I think it's probably one of the wisest and most honest statements that could be made about it. I was absolutely blown away.

..I'll always remember what my friend Paul told me: that every friendship, every opportunity to show love, every opportunity to learn something new from someone else is important, no matter how brief and temporary. What a shame it would be to never start a conversation with someone you might only see once, simply because you knew there could be no lasting friendship to come out of it. What a shame to never invest in a person's life, just because that friendship might only last a couple of hours, a couple of weeks, a couple of months, a couple of years. What a shame to never care deeply because you are afraid of the pain of letting go. All things go, all things die, new things are born in the shadow of what has passed away- this is the consistent ebb and flow of joy and sorrow in all of nature. In the grand scheme of eternity, I am a strand that is woven into the tapestry of someone else's life, and my brief engagement in their life experience can be a small, integral part of a larger picture I'll never see here. Every person is valuable, every person is made in the image of an incredible God, every person reveals to me a different facet of His glory....and I never want to miss that in anyone. 

 So, I'm still ruminating over all of the possibilities and meanings that come out of that assumption. Which makes me both ponderous and all sorts of idiotic because then I start thinking about every decision and reaction and overanalyzing everything. Sigh. It led to a two-hour phone call with an old friend and me wondering what I'm going to do with my life, again.

Anyway. I felt like sharing my friend's quote with everyone, because it surely made me think. It's good, no?

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