Life is depressing, school is depressing, New Orleans is depressing. Not sure which is more depressing, liberals blaming everything on Bush, or conservatives denying that any of it is his fault. Am sitting here hoping, in a completely apathetic and non-compassionate way, that the NOLA distaster is just another step in our country's slow yet inevitable slide into complete anarchy, because modern society is depressing.

Not acutally terribly depressed, though. Continuing apace with descent into fantasy and escapism. Fandom is fun. Have finally gotten around to reading Bridget Jones's Diary, and am amused but not suprised that it is not, actually, nearly as good as Dr. Jackson's Diary. The sequel is as fun as I remember it being, though. (Yay Wellington!) As a consequence, however, am thinking in Bridget syntax again, alas, and despite sister's pleading, am attempting something in BJD format for the sga_flashfic romance novel challenge. Have gone too long without posting any fic, and as a result crack!fic is dribbling out my ears (see, for example: Young Wizards/Stargate: The Movie crossover fic.) Fortunately, SGA fandom is a good place to be when in crackfic mood. I think 3/4 of Atlantis fic so far is intentional crackfic, and half of that is aliens-made-them-do-it. Of course, Atlantis canon is also cracked. (Unfotunately, laptop appears copmpletely b0rked for now, and most of my WiPs are only there, despite me being sure I had backed up to the internet.)

I have decided, by the way, that the fandom usage of "crack" is *not* an insensitive reference to a major societal problem, but an adaptation of the slang adjective "cracked", meaning "mentally unsound", which dates back to Aristophanes. (And dude, if you want crack!fic? Aristophanes yay.)

Speaking of crack, see new icon. Wak. And enemy_anime also seems to have convinced me to join his Justice League costume group, as Ice (to my sister's Fire). Am slightly worried that *that* is who everyone thought of for me, though: I do *not* have a crush on Guy Gardner, nope.

Also, I love public transportation. Unfortunately, I do not think it will be a viable option for now, despite even-more-depressing-than-usual gasoline situation, because me riding it two hours a day makes Mom too nervous. Bah. Much safer than me driving.

Caught up on several years' worth of e-mail. Apparently I have won a Multifaceted Award for I Will Not Tell Lies. And Daniel Pinkwater has read Draco Malfoy and the Rat-Faced Girl and thinks it is, and I quote the entire text of the e-mail here, "Cool." Both of these things leave me feeling half "Omgyay!" and half "Oh my god, what have I done?"