i. I've fallen of the bottom of my flist a distressing number of times recently (never by more than a matter of hours). I think (hope) it's back under control for good now. but I missed some March posts, with no way of knowing which ones. *flails*
plus my web sites are down -- hopefully back up soon, hopefully with all files intact, long story. but this means my comments are bouncing at present, so if you've replied to me somewhere other than
projectjulie in the past two days or so, give a holler.
ii. but there's a silver lining:
mazily introduced me to the wonders of Firefox 2.0 -- particularly its ability to restore any number of tabs after quitting or crashing -- so my trademark Lost Tabs Crises, at least, are a thing of the past! I was a die-hard Safari holdout for years, but I tell you, Firefox 2.0 changed my life (
_plasticity_ pointed out that lately I've been saying, "omg I just discovered something that changed my life!" on a regular basis; most of these somethings exist inside my computer). I'll never look back.
in this random screencap of a occasion when all the letters in my menus inexplicably turned upside-down, you can also see how pretty and
PINK my Firefox is:

favorite extensions include
del.icio.us complete (of the many del.icio.us tools, this seems to be the only one with support for multiple accounts),
livejournal addons,
the googlebar, and
Zotero (thanks
jennyo). holler if you have any tips to share, including
Greasemonkey or
Stylish scripts, which I haven't had much time to pick through (short of
prettifying del.icio.us, which is a relief).
meanwhile, in another life-changing technological event, I've converted my
public calendar to google. you can subscribe via
google,
iCal, or
RSS. this is yet another way to keep track of me as I'm living bicoastally for the next two years.
iii. the Mary McDonnell obsession waxes and wanes in intensity, and perhaps it's better for all parties concerned if I just leave it be (in such public, publlished fora). she reported that she talked about *us* a lot in the
EW interview, but nothing explicit made it through the edit; anyway,
beerbad already
pulled the most spectacular quote
that only makes me crave Mary/Katee all the more.
meanwhile there are
more pictures from our finale. and a friend asked me what my callsign is, and while I style myself more as
Tory a civilian member of the presidential administration, I think the hypothetical answer is obvious [highlight:
Cupcake]. want to suggest/guess?? I have decreed that
_plasticity_'s callsign is Bookworm.
iv.
pene and
unwinding and I asked a question: Who are your single favorite TV characters of all time, male and female? female would be very difficult for me, with my excessive loves, except that there's Laura Roslin so it's obvious. and I thought male would be equally difficult for opposite reasons (I can barely even SEE boys on TV), except that there's Captain Jack (runners up = House, Richard Smith-Jones, and everyone on Arrested Development). I can totally see Captain Jack! (as I realized when I started
gushing to
jarrow [since it's flocked:
you forgot (Captain) Jack Harkness, from Torchwood. I totally pick him! someone should start a Jackathon, seriously. and I mean that as a ficathon, but it's appropriate that it sounds so dirty... I can't imagine that you haven't *heard* about Torchwood, given the way fandom is. but in case you haven't: it's a Doctor Who spinoff run by the genius behind UK QAF, and every character is canonically bisexual. it's like the anti-BSG. I love it shamelessly. Captain Jack is totally omnisexual (he's from the future or something, my Whoverse knowledge is kinda spotty) and played by this totally gay actor who recently got gay married. you would LOVE this Jack... also he wears suspenders for no apparent reason! and is extremely talented at standing! and he's in love with Doctor Who, and keeps his severed hand in a jar (of course there is porn about this)! ...wow, I am sounding really not gay right now. the chicks rock too! they make out with aliens!]).
v. contrarily, can anyone explain
SVU 8x16:
On a Very Special SVU to me?!? it was as if they inserted a single episode of a serial drama from some crack-addled parallel universe into our regularly scheduled procedural! and I'm not even talking about the soapy sludge of emo that comprised the storyline -- my aversion to Olivia/Elliot aside, it just didn't make sense! the ep seemed to be referencing nonexistent events that happened before and afterward! there was no narrative closure!
happyhop and I literally started the next one because we wanted to find out what happened, and lo and behold Olivia and Elliot are still inexplicably partners despite Cragen et al having just conclusively determined that this is a terrible idea! *flaily flail*
vi. oh, television. I really could talk endlessly about television (I watch it almost exclusively in bed on my iPod, these days -- I have a growing archive of seasons of stuff ripped if you want some). my
catalogue (it got too long for links in the sidebar) will have to suffice for commentary. plus, randomly:
• R.I.P. Rome. not that I didn't love Atia, gratuitous toplessness, and many other things about this show, but apparently Servillia (or Servillia vs. Atia, at least) was the heart of my investment, because I couldn't bring myself to care much after she was gone.
• I watched Farscape season 1 again (mostly with my eyes closed, for which it turns out to be especially inappropriate, so I'm not sure what will become of my plan to continue until the bitter end). I'm finding Chiana much hotter this time around (no idea why). I'll NEVER get tired of the way Aeryn's leather creaks when she moves. but Zhaan is still my girl.
• the ensemble cast of child actors on Freaks & Geeks is stunningly talented. predictably, I want Lindsey/Kim slash.
• my mom (who, keep in mind, was the one who took me to Stratford every year as a child) and all her friends are watching Slings & Arrows, now! it's adorable. she forwards me emails like:
TWO YEARS in two days! ------------That's right: 2 years in 2 days: [person] and I sat down and watched the entire two year run of SLINGS AND ARROWS IN TWO DAYS! --and in the process we laughed until our sides ached (and sometimes teared up too). What a wonderful gift you gave us in the form of that recommendation. STOP RIGHT NOW AND PUSH THE FORWARD BUTTON, so that Julie will not only be witness to this note of thanks and praise, but will think to put us on our 'NOT TO BE MISSED LIST" of similar rare but wonderful entertainments.vii.
giantessmess is interviewing me for an article:
( gold star girlslasher )viii. Photo Booth is dangerous for narcissists (like me).
( four pictures of me )ix. I talk about Camp MCM all the time (our basement office, pictured above). but the the deliriously wacky collegiality that's spatialized there is just hard to describe. a video is worth a thousand words. late one night,
poojapooja had an OCD moment and spontaneously decided to clean up my haircut using
_plasticity_'s swiss army knife, and this activity was so patently absurd that we had to fire up the webcam:
this is, srsly, the worst YouTube video ever posted. except for how it's AWESOME. all evidence to the contrary, my own
YT account is still quasi-professional, so I tricked
poojapooja into posting it chez elle because it's just too incriminating in its utter banality (otherwise it would have ended up private, and that's no fun). also there were about four more minutes where we invented a new hairstyle and cackled a lot, but I accidentally erased the second file, so the world will never know the full extent of our genius.
x. exhibited here in some small measure is our favorite pastime: thinking up utterly frivolous theoretical rubrics.
_plasticity_ came up with the concept of a "personal economy" -- basically the single currency through which all the input/output of one's life can be translated. we entertain ourselves by trying to figure them out for everyone we know. his is books.
poojapooja's is treats. mine is girls(lash).