August 9, 1997

My Day

Or, as I like to put it, the 23rd anniversary of the resignation of Richard Nixon.

I'll be taking tomorrow off. Way off. It's that time...of the year. You know.

Today: got up at 8, went running. After running, I went to have brunch with Tiffany. Yes, sans Darin: it's a girl thing. We talked about academic neurology's politics (worse than Hollywood almost) and what we were going to do now that we're actually mature adults reportedly capable of having lives. We decided that that was a horrible rumor going around and agreed to make massage appointments together so that we could have someone else beat the cares of the world out of us.

Then I came home, where I read some fan fiction (see below), then dashed off to IKEA to meet some other GSPers to do some shopping for Jackie, who needed a bed. Jackie couldn't decide on what she wanted, what she needed, so I permitted her to benefit from my long years of experience:

Do not, under any circumstances, ever get a futon. They are hard and uncomfortable and will hurt your back. Also, they aren't particularly portable, frankly -- they're heavy and lumpy.
Don't skimp on the mattress. You're going to spend 8 hours a day on it; make it good.

I picked out the mattress for her and said she could buy the boxspring or frame at another time (like, when she had more money). Then I picked out the sheets (powder blue, always a good bet).

After IKEA -- my USC compatriots didn't even laugh at my joke that "IKEA is Swedish for impulse buy"; can you believe that? -- I joined up with Darin, Fernando, and Nancy and we headed to PapaShon, a French-Asian restaurant (or something) in Encino, where we proceeded to eat very good food and drink quite a bit of tasty Chardonnay. I don't remember too much except the restaurant delivered a white chocolate-raspberry gateau for dessert.

So, here's a scary thing I've discovered: all shows have fan fiction, right? And all fan fiction seems to tend towards the, um, adult. Some of the fanfic I read on a B5 list many, many moons ago was quite hot. I stopped reading the B5 list when I started interning there -- it's tough to get in the proper frame of mind when you know the people and can walk around the sets.

So, you know, I was in the mood and I found...the Buffy fanfic.

Oh my.

The funniest thing is who's getting the luckiest in Sunnydale. No, not Buffy. No, not Xander (who I, personally, think is a babe). No, not even Angel (who's a vampire, and aren't vampires supposed to score a lot?).

Giles does.

The librarian. The British guy.

Scores with everybody. Well, not with the guys: this is strictly hetero fanfic. As opposed to the B5 fanfic, which had Sheridan scoring with everybody: female, male, and other.

Darin hates the entries about online journals. He doesn't read them, except for Ceej's.

Needless to say, they are always my most popular entries. I get the most mail about them.

Various people have asked where they fit on my list of journals. No, no, no. No. And I've been asked to put my list of the good, bad, and ugly. Only when I need the hate mail.

Instead, I will give you a long list of journals I can endorse. (Anyone want to make a "Read by Diane" plaque, feel free.), I do not read each one of these journals every day, but I do stop in every so often. There are probably others, and I'm sorry if I've left you off. And you shan't be able to determine which lists each one of these fell on (though I will tell you that Ceej is number one both on my personal list and in my bookmarks, and if I didn't tell you that she isn't going to lift the hex she put on me).

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

3 miles.

Too busy all day to do anything else.