Tips for Writing under a Deadline
Step One: Spend hours compiling upbeat music playlist
Step Two: Require tomb-like silence
Step Three: Yell at coworkers for humming
Sometimes…
Angry OCD Voice: “What’s the absolute worse, most terrible, unpleasant thing you can imagine doing right now?
Me: “Um…
Angry OCD Voice: “Forget it. You’re boring. Do you want ideas? Because I’ve got razor blades and rubber bands and ice cubes and lemon juice and batteries and salt and matches and —”
Me: “So does Mister Wizard but he’s not a psychopath.”
(Source: catsakamybiggestlove)
I have been looking back at gifs of season 8 and feeling kind of… nothing.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been staying away from Tumblr because I know I’ll get sucked into meta and I don’t have time to invest. I think after enough time passes for the worst of the shit to have settled and the worst of the wounds left by the writers to have closed, season 8 will have a nice place in canon trajectory but…
I wanted to watch Supernatural, and discovered I’d been tricked into watching That Angel Show. It’s a little like having a friend invite you over to go swimming and then being sat down in their living room for Bible study.
Life and work has been so hectic lately and I cant wait to go see my girl, Jenny, and get my Sally St Rose nails touched up after work today. I love her because we dont talk…we sit there in silence while she does my nails and every now and again we give glaring stares to people who try to talk to us and then smile at each other. She gets me.
My dog turns three in one hour.
The joke is that I put a beer in his bowl because he’ll be turning 3 which is 21 in dog years. I have been planning this joke for a week.
Why didn’t we do this with Finnegan… oh right, because he would have happily drunk it and it would have set him on a path to canine alcoholism. Just like his current peanut dependency.
Paintings by Amberlee Rosolowich
