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According to several sources, The Sentinel is finally coming to DVD. To which I say…Wow! At least that’ll keep it off the air.;)
I spent a surprising amount of time today trying to catch up on various emails, some from long, long ago. A woman who wants advice about getting published, who I know from Gangs fandom; two former students who wanted feedback on specs; another former student who’s written a Law & Order: Criminal Intent episode to show around to agents, and needs constructive criticism. The sad part vis a vis the latter is that even though she L-O-V-E-S this show and is practically in love with Bobby Goren, she nevertheless has him doing really odd, illogical, atypical things throughout. Then again, her premise also revolves around a pair of identical twins—one "good", one "bad"—and she has the "bad" one show up at Goren’s door in the middle of the night, wearing a trenchcoat with nothing but a sexy negligee on underneath it. But I did what I could, because even a soap-operaish script is better than no script at all, right? Or so I always say.
And then there’s the matter of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oz_magi piece, which resolutely refuses to catch fire. Dead fandoms really can’t be resurrected, apparently…I’m reduced to trying to jumpstart or cobble together some of the stuff I already have hanging around, none of which actually shapes itself to the request I’ve opted for. Still, there’s that extension, so I have to keep on trying; maybe it’ll get better, somehow. And maybe lightning will strike the monkeys flying out of my butt, twice, or something similarly unlikely.
So, I started finally doing this meme: The Top 100 Songs of 1986. And oh, holy GOD these songs are (in the main) terrible. Some of them I can barely remember, while others have since made it onto my personal list of Things to Avoid if You Don’t Necessarily Feel Suicide is the Right Choice at this Very Moment. Few of them mean anything to me at all, beyond an instant cue to twist the dial. Blameagincourtgirl, if you must.
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So there we go. Cal is quite likely sick again, which means I have to go take some Ester-C. If I don’t see ya until after the holidays, a general Happy Merry.;)
I spent a surprising amount of time today trying to catch up on various emails, some from long, long ago. A woman who wants advice about getting published, who I know from Gangs fandom; two former students who wanted feedback on specs; another former student who’s written a Law & Order: Criminal Intent episode to show around to agents, and needs constructive criticism. The sad part vis a vis the latter is that even though she L-O-V-E-S this show and is practically in love with Bobby Goren, she nevertheless has him doing really odd, illogical, atypical things throughout. Then again, her premise also revolves around a pair of identical twins—one "good", one "bad"—and she has the "bad" one show up at Goren’s door in the middle of the night, wearing a trenchcoat with nothing but a sexy negligee on underneath it. But I did what I could, because even a soap-operaish script is better than no script at all, right? Or so I always say.
And then there’s the matter of my
oz_magi piece, which resolutely refuses to catch fire. Dead fandoms really can’t be resurrected, apparently…I’m reduced to trying to jumpstart or cobble together some of the stuff I already have hanging around, none of which actually shapes itself to the request I’ve opted for. Still, there’s that extension, so I have to keep on trying; maybe it’ll get better, somehow. And maybe lightning will strike the monkeys flying out of my butt, twice, or something similarly unlikely.So, I started finally doing this meme: The Top 100 Songs of 1986. And oh, holy GOD these songs are (in the main) terrible. Some of them I can barely remember, while others have since made it onto my personal list of Things to Avoid if You Don’t Necessarily Feel Suicide is the Right Choice at this Very Moment. Few of them mean anything to me at all, beyond an instant cue to twist the dial. Blame
agincourtgirl, if you must.( Read more... )
So there we go. Cal is quite likely sick again, which means I have to go take some Ester-C. If I don’t see ya until after the holidays, a general Happy Merry.;)
