Small amusing things and one hot guy

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#1: I have a menthol rub sort of substance I use to help with headaches/muscle aches. Sometimes after I rub it on, Finn forgets he doesn't like the taste, licks my hand and makes this soft, disgusted "Phhfft, phhffft" sound, trying to get the menthol off his tongue.

#2: Whenever I see someone using one of my older icons, I want to say "Oh my God, here, let me take that and make it less horrible. I'll give it back to you when it's decent." I just saw one of my really early cropping attempts and didn't know whether to laugh at myself, wince in horror, or rush off to see if I could remake it.

Also, if you like SGA and you're on my flist and have not seen these at morebliss's place, I show one to you here because akjdlkf:!JOE! (*looks at dogeared*)




*whimpers quietly but sincerely*

One more thing I shouldn't find funny because it reinforces a stereotype I rail against and because in its more serious forms it discourages people from pursuing their interests in the name of financial success: the fate of the medieval lit. postdoc.

In other news: sgabigbang ALMOST DONE!!!! One last chapter to write, a couple more things to fix, and then my novelty is pastede on yay.

In annoyed and pissed off news: STOP WITH THE FIREWORKS IT IS AFTER THE FOURTH OF JULY STUPID PEOPLE *SMITESMITESMITE*

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OMG cute! He's just so fluffy.

How does his hair do that? I mean, it shouldn't be possible for human hair to achieve that many directions, and I don't care what kind of hair product you're using. Yet, paradoxically, it just makes me want to mess his hair up even more *g*

Finn is such a goof! One of his other odd/goofy/cute things is the exasperated sounds he makes when he wants you to throw his ball and you're not being quick enough about it... Sort of this "Ahhhnngg! Ahhnnngg!" (Throw it! Oh please please come on throw the damn ball!) sound.

There's a lot of that sort of rhetoric in CompLit, too, and the fact that it's a miniscule discipline being cut all over the place doesn't help. Sticking around starts to feel like a political choice sometimes. A totally worthwhile political choice.

Which is sad and frustrating, because doing what you like shouldn't have to be political, or have to be justified to family/friends (or family friends, in my case) who worry you're throwing away years of your life on an advanced degree that doesn't pay for itself in four years.

ai iz happy foar u!

o hai! i has a novel. let me show u it.