September 13th, 2007

criminal minds reid eat

i'll be home and i'll be free

Yeah, yeah. I'm bored and distracted and there's only so much Bejeweled you can play in a 24-hour-period.

You get icons.

Today's theme? Food! Specifically, Chinese Food. And coffee.

Because as we all know, Criminal Minds is about hopeless ethical choices, unspeakable things happening to brave people, caffeine abuse, and stuffing your face until the cows come home.

These are all from the Infamous Chinese Food Scene in "A Real Rain," except one of the Gideon ones and all the Garcias, which are from "Jones." Screencaps from Oracle of Quantico.


No, I have no idea where the LOLAgents thing is coming from. But there you go.

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iggy pop chairman of the bored

Good morning, Internets. A village somewhere is missing its asshole.

Oh, look, first banned commenter in a long time.

Kids, don't do that. It's rude.

And if you piss me off enough, I will make a public example of you. I'm a Yankee; a lot of us wouldn't see our way amiss to re-instituting the stocks.

By the way? If you perceive somebody as potentially weak, or having fragile boundaries, and you want to make a pass at taking control of them?

The whole flattery-coupled-with-advice thing will work on the unsavvy/seriously damaged, and it's one of the reasons why people who later turn out to be abusive to their partners and/or friends can seem so very charming at first.

However, if you look at that second link, you'll get an idea of what they get like if you start to set boundaries. Of course it's worse if they've been nice long enough that you are already living with them and have quit your job.

Also, those of you who don't know what women are making fun of when we mock the fragile and overinflated male ego? That's it in action.

Don't worry; most of you actually aren't like that.

Also, just so you know: no point in kicking him. I've frozen the threads.

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    Richard Thompson - I'll Never Give Up
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phil ochs troubador

now that's just creepy.

career meme, via coalescent and buymeaclue:

1. Go to
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top umpty results:

1. Website Designer
2. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
3. Desktop Publisher
4. Fashion Designer
5. Multimedia Developer
6. Costume Designer
7. Anthropologist
8. Activist
9. Writer
10. Print Journalist

The ones I boldfaced are the ones I've actually done; the ones in italics are ones I have considered at any point.
Okay, that's just creepy.

Here's the rest of the list, because they made me laugh. Job I have held, still boldfaced. Jobs I ever wanted, italicized.

Please note #37.

If nothing else works out, I can always become a sanitation engineer!

11. Critic
12. Computer Animator
13. Artist
14. Graphic Designer
15. Translator (This was actually my career goal, when I was fifteen.)
16. Medical Illustrator
17. Technical Writer
18. Industrial Designer
19. Criminologist
20. Animator
21. Video Game Developer
22. Set Designer
23. Interior Designer
24. Chiropractor
25. Crane Operator
26. Forensics Specialist
27. Paramedic

28. Airport Ground Crew
29. Heavy Equipment Operator
30. Massage Therapist
31. Horticulturist
32. Respiratory Therapist
33. Nuclear Medicine Technologist
34. Hairstylist
35. Taxidermist
36. Dental Hygienist
37. Waste Collector
38. Fruit and Vegetable Grower
39. Audiologist
40. Physical Therapist

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    Hole - Violet
criminal minds hotch save your life

clovers, lilacs, jokers, and thieves

via leahbobet, Jury trial begins for Russia's 'chessboard killer'

Current world's-record holder, apparently. They breed 'em prolific in the former Soviet Union.

I wonder how long it'll be before that particular trophy motif shows up on Criminal Minds. (Oh, yeah, they get the psychology right. Especially the creepy creepy bits. Like Jacob Dawes wanting to sniff JJ.)

(And Hotch upends the box of wedding rings on the table, where they fall and roll and chime like bells.)
rengeek kit icarus

if you wanna pray real basic. if you want to help us make it. don't forget you're alone.

Somewhere between 2500 and 3000 words on "Refining Fire" (the current chunk of the secrit projekt, which isn't actually the current chunk of the secrit projekt, but chunk number eight, but what does it matter, the damned thing wants to turn into a novel anhyway and it is not allowed to be one...) today; I lost track, because there was a lot of editing, and I cleaned out the used-up notes from the work file. A lot of words happened, anyway, and it felt pretty good, because it comprised a significant chunk of story. 

The list of Mean Things is too long to even go into, but it starts with sleeping on tile floors and ends with teethbrushing, and if you don't think teethbrushing is a Mean Thing, well, get back to me once this thing hits print. Also, my illustrious cowriter squicked me today. (I squicked her before. We may be slipping in our conviction that we are not horror writers.)

Word, by the way, knows "Gandalf." (ETA: But not "orcs".) Refreshments included cooooooffee. The cat is bugging me. I wonder if I should start doing the formal Progress Notes again; they had gotten too elaborate and boring, but I could cut them back.

No darlings. They would all be too spoilery.

Pretty good night at archery. My first end on the three-spot was boss, and when ashacat and I switched to a food-shaped target, we made mutton out of the poor thing.

I need to work on my anchor point and my focus.Also, I wish I had better eyesight. It's as corrected as it gets, but when I squint through the peep, at twenty yards all I can see is bright blurs and dark blurs. And yes, I am using a giant peep.

...That was completely not in English, was it?

On the other hand, all the weightlifting is paying off. I'm going to have to get my bow set higher. I think it tops out at fifty three, but since I don't use it for hunting that's enough. (I would not want to try deer with a bow that light. You'd be following the poor suffering beast for miles. My recurve is only a thirty: that one's a total girl bow.)

In other news, still no final word on Eunice. The garage promises to tell me what's wrong with her by noon tomorrow. Saturday is likely to be a car-shopping day, once I retrieve my maps, flashlight, shovel, etc from the truck.

Alas, Eunice. I knew her, Horatio. A pickup of infinite jest....

Tomorrow morning, I really ought to walk up to the bank. I can pretend that it's exercise.

22..6 miles to Rivendell, because what with one thing and another, I have not been getting enough walking done this week.

This girl is the black eye. She's the bruise on your knee.
She's the ashes of the people that you really meant to be.