"He's An Absolute Dream!"
Nov. 8th, 2007 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickIt's Space Zombies From "Pluto" Day! Actually, it's Darth Vader who is posing as a Vulcan and wearing his rarely-seen yellow suit. Apparently his hobby is terrorizing nerds into actually approaching women for dates. ;) Later that afternoon, George starts pitching woo to Lorraine with a little help from Marty. Despite a rather interesting set of pick-up lines, Lorraine actually starts falling for him a bit. Which means Biff has to come in, and Marty has to save the day again. Marty "invents" the skateboard and demonstrates mad skillz. Biff and his gang get to experience a manure facial -- only 300 bucks! (Yeah, yeah, I know we only find that out later, but bear with me.) Doc remains obstinate about finding out about his future death. If I were Marty, I'd duct-tape him to a chair and make him listen, but then we wouldn't have a subplot. Doc demonstrates that setting model cars on fire is fun! :D Lorraine does the stalker thing and asks Marty to the dance. Poor Marty, victim of a Jocasta complex.
Work sucked, which means I'm a little cranky, so I'm gonna keep this post short, sweet, and full of random. So let's go:
-->Decided to try part of what the guy said on EA and took my Downloads folder out of the EA games folder temporarily. No change -- game still hung. Was able to end it without restarting, thankfully. I think something in my background tasks may be part of the problem, I didn't bother to turn all of them off this time.
-->Got a page and a half done on "Corpse Mask." I'll do my half-page of "Cinder-Marty" to get my count up to five pages for each tomorrow.
-->NaNo wordcount:
Not bad, huh? I've also realized that Chapter 2 is 15 pages long. (Started on Page 8, currently on page 23) O.o I don't think even anything in "Boy Genius" was that long. Jack just dimension-traveled, and the Trilogy gang is soon to follow him.
-->I'm feeling materialistic. Problem is, with the Christmas season approaching, should I buy for myself, or should I hold out for presents? Hard choice. . . .
-->I'm disappointed in Millionaire Playboy a bit. They did a short feature on the Minimates -- enjoyable enough, yeah, but there was no fight to the death with the Kubricks. *plans to rectify this once she has minimates*
-->Random shit my brain springs on me:
I was thinking about fanfic at work a little while ago, and I happened to think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foxywriter's HVCs, and those scenes where Marty heard squeaking bedsprings and realized Doc and Clara were getting it on. And out of the blue:
"Hey, what's going to happen to that trope now that we have Tempur-Pedic and stuff? How will you be able to tell if someone's having sex if you can't hear the bedsprings?"
Really. Don't ask me.
-->Though now that I'm on the subject, Tempur-Pedics are apparently so mushy, how COULD you have sex in them? (Going by my parents' account of sleeping in one during a hotel stay -- apparently they couldn't get out the next morning without great effort)
*looks at above* Okay, I'm done.
Work sucked, which means I'm a little cranky, so I'm gonna keep this post short, sweet, and full of random. So let's go:
-->Decided to try part of what the guy said on EA and took my Downloads folder out of the EA games folder temporarily. No change -- game still hung. Was able to end it without restarting, thankfully. I think something in my background tasks may be part of the problem, I didn't bother to turn all of them off this time.
-->Got a page and a half done on "Corpse Mask." I'll do my half-page of "Cinder-Marty" to get my count up to five pages for each tomorrow.
-->NaNo wordcount:
| |
13,551 / 50,000 (27.1%) |
Not bad, huh? I've also realized that Chapter 2 is 15 pages long. (Started on Page 8, currently on page 23) O.o I don't think even anything in "Boy Genius" was that long. Jack just dimension-traveled, and the Trilogy gang is soon to follow him.
-->I'm feeling materialistic. Problem is, with the Christmas season approaching, should I buy for myself, or should I hold out for presents? Hard choice. . . .
-->I'm disappointed in Millionaire Playboy a bit. They did a short feature on the Minimates -- enjoyable enough, yeah, but there was no fight to the death with the Kubricks. *plans to rectify this once she has minimates*
-->Random shit my brain springs on me:
I was thinking about fanfic at work a little while ago, and I happened to think of
foxywriter's HVCs, and those scenes where Marty heard squeaking bedsprings and realized Doc and Clara were getting it on. And out of the blue:"Hey, what's going to happen to that trope now that we have Tempur-Pedic and stuff? How will you be able to tell if someone's having sex if you can't hear the bedsprings?"
Really. Don't ask me.
-->Though now that I'm on the subject, Tempur-Pedics are apparently so mushy, how COULD you have sex in them? (Going by my parents' account of sleeping in one during a hotel stay -- apparently they couldn't get out the next morning without great effort)
*looks at above* Okay, I'm done.
