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So this enormous beetle came into my room last night. It zoomed around the ceiling for a bit, and then landed on my duvet, and that thing has a grip. I was finally reduced to yelling incoherently and beating it against the wall, whereupon it disappeared somewhere behind the chest of drawers. And now it's just decided to be annoying. It's wandering around my room and cackling, occasionally tripping over books with a thump and making me jump out of my skin.

People?

I finally have an arch nemesis.

Maaaahvellous.


(Dammit, I need a Stephen Maturin of my very own so he can tell me what it's thinking.)

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Ohgodohgodohgod it SO WINS it was on my NECK

EW


*FLAILS*


ETA: Hokay. Is gone. I think perhaps we call this a draw, yes?

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Man, I have totally had my chinal nectar sucked by the evil beetle thing.

Either that or I have the plague.

Man, where's House when you need him?

If I die, I'm blaming Stargate: Atlantis that I didn't spend my last hours doing something faintly more productive.

Some day I'll learn to edit my posts, or at least think first...

Sometimes the world overwhelms me.

There is so much that I haven't done, so much I haven't read or seen or heard, so many places I haven't been that it almost seems pointless to try. I will never know everything so what's the point of knowing anything? I feel like I ought to narrow my focus a little, at least know everything about something - somehow make the world a little smaller so there's some hope of conquering it.

I don't need to conquer it.

I don't think there is an ultimate truth. I don't believe that there will ever be an end to what we can discover, and that's as close to God as makes no difference: the fact that we will never reach the end of what there is.

My knowledge is patchy and uncertain, but so is everyone's. I don't know everything about anything, but I know enough to have a reasonably intelligent conversation about a number of things and I am always willing to learn more. And I always will. Every day.

So hey, I'm happy for the world to overwhelm me. I'll go with it. Because I'm not the best at anything but I'm fairly happy with who and what I am, just now, and the moments where that's true feel like the point.

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Mum, G and I were arguing about what to call the fish. We didn't actually manage to agree, so for now they're called Goldy Rodney Merry, and Fishy John Pippin.

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Dear world:

I CURSE VLC player. Because it flickers when I have chat on, which means that while SGA is making me yeep harder than I have yeeped in recent memory there is no one at whom I can yeep!

DAMMIT!






Oh my god. Seriously. That was the BEST EPISODE SO FAR.

:O <----- MY FACE!

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You know what one of my very favourite things on American sci-fi shows is?

When the actors have quite clearly not been given explicit directions. This is especially clear when you look at extras - see Star Trek and the people wandering around in the background with clipboards - but also you get it with main characters on occasion, especially if they're only important for one episode. You know, when they've just been told to futz around randomly with a plant for a bit until the other actor delivers their line.

It's not just on American sci-fi - you can see it in Neighbours and Eastenders and the like, but this happens to be my area of interest right now.

It makes me happy. :D