Um. Hi. ::waves sheepishly:: Gloss nudged me on e-mail and reminded me that, er, even if I'm reading over here, which I have been, if I don't manage to muster my words to comment or post...nobody knows that.

I am not an Internet supergenius.

I have been reading and following along, and I think of you guys often! I think my posting problem is...well, a) I don't use a client, so multi-posting isn't an option, and b) I feel comfortable spamming the hell out of my LJ all of the trivial nonsense that crosses my mind because that's the space I've built over there; the space over here is different, and it seems rude(?) to inflict my every random mid-workday thought about Bruce Springsteen on you guys.

But there must be a middle ground, and I will find it.

What I've Been Reading:
Richard Davenport-Hines' biography of Auden, which I found frustratingly underwhelming and scattershot.

Michael Chabon's Wonder Boys, which I'm enjoying quite a lot, even though Likeadeuce and I had to have a wry conversation about it and Mysteries of Pittsburgh (which is one of her favorite books, but still) being his Douchey Young Guy Confessional Novels and how that really never goes as well as you think it's going to.

And I think next up is either Sacred Games by Vikram Chandra, or that March book that won awards a few years back and made fanficcers roll their eyes en masse. Deuce wants me to read it so we can discuss it, and I'm suggestible.

I still have two trades of Immortal Iron Fist floating around here that I need to finish so I can give back to her, too. Crap.

Viewing: I'm stalled mid-season 6 of West Wing, because the show seems to be delighting in punching my favorite characters in the face over and over again, seriously, WHY.

I watched the premiere of Dollhouse last night and enjoyed it; very much a pilot, but I think there's room to grow and be interesting, there.

I am not watching BSG, because I think it's better for my mental and emotional health to consume it all at once after it's over, thoroughly spoiled, instead of having a weekly rage blackout at Ron Moore. I loved this show and these characters so incredibly much and the way Moore has chosen to be about...everything I loved makes me too irrational and I became That Fan, so I had to stop. I actually stopped, um, before the hiatus, so nearly a year ago. But, you know. As we have established, not so good at articulating things.

I think when I finally get through West Wing, I'm going to watch Chuck. I have the first season DVDs sitting on my shelf waiting for me to get my shit together and not lose myself RPing for hours most nights. I think that point's coming. I go through cycles and right now it feels like RPing might be coming to a close for a little while. Maybe that means I'll turn that energy toward writing again. I'd like to. (Which wouldn't solve the problem of the unwatched DVD sets, though! Ah, choices.)

Knitting: Haven't been, would like to, maybe need to cast on another scarf just to get my fingers moving. Maybe next paycheck I can get a little bit of pretty silly fluffy yarn for a spring scarf.

Kitty: She is bad and adorable and noisy and rambunctious and has a scrunchy little monkey face and I do love her dearly.