These are the things I am thinking about at 5:30 AM.

  1. After last night, my brain has decided that congress would make an excellent sitcom. No, okay, stay with me here. Just imagine all the tomfoolery and DUIs and petty grudges with a laugh track. The titles would be set to a politicized version of Where Everybody Knows Your Name, possibly called Where Everybody Knows You Fuck Young Pages. Senator Mike Crapo would affectionately be the butt of every joke. Imagine the glory.

  2. Why was there flowing lava behind Bobby Jindal during his response speech? I suspect that alone would make an incredible episode: S01E08 THE ONE WITH THE LAVA, in which Jindal is somehow stranded on a Hawaiian Island and only the extremely rugged Anderson Cooper stands between him and an untimely molten death. B-plot: Nancy Pelosi discovers Jolt Energy drinks.

  3. I've had far too much tea this evening and been left to my own devices for far too long because I'm looking up tea leaf meanings on google. How does one differentiate a coin from a circle from a ball when you're reading tea leaves? And how exactly would they manage to convey that they are a glow? Not aglow - I'd be slightly concerned if my tea was literally exuding light - but glow as a noun. This confuses me. And the only thing I can find in my tea leaves is a clump of leaves that looks remarkably like an amoeba.

  4. What would Castiel look like with a pornstache? Furthermore, what would Castiel look like with a pornstache while wearing a members only jacket?

Good morning. :D
unamaga: (don't mess with torren's mommy)
I've gone and signed up for [livejournal.com profile] art_bingo because apparently there are no limits to my insanity. It's fun, so far! Although in the one I'm working on now Rodney's face is being problematic and refusing to proportion itself like it should. I think I might make an art beta filter. Not too sure how often I'd use it, since I have a tendency to work straight through on something until it's done, but it would definitely be useful for cases like this, where I cannot figure out why Rodney looks twelve or how to fix it. SIGH, RODNEY MCKAY. SIGH. So difficult.

Anyway, I know I haven't answered comments on my last post (I am made of fail), but I'll get to those in the next hour or so if no random pastrami monster rises up from this sandwich to eat me, so. Possibly a meme? Maybe? I'm a bit too curious about this one to pass it up, even though I'm not exactly a serious writer.

What, if you read my fic, is/are the characteristic(s) that stand(s) out the most?

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