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This heat is making me thirsty. Just being awake is making me thristy. It hit 90° today. 90°! The avergae first day for 90° is June 17! I'm being cooked alive!

I'm noticing something. I'm geeting more used to 12 episode seasons than 22 episode ones. Most of the shows I watch lately are from either BBC (6-8, Doctor Who is only one I've seen that has as many as 12), Showtime, or HBO (both have 12). So ABC's V wrapping up its first season with 12 episodes feels good to me. I wasn't expecting it, but it feels right. And they could even have lost one. One of the recent ones dragged a bit, imo. I've always felt that 22 episode seasons get stuffed with filler episodes when they don't have a long enough arc to cover it al. Sometimes the filler episodes are fantastic by themselves, yet for some reason the only ones of these I can think of are in Buffy. But I've never been good at remembering things off the top of my head. Although I don't appreciate the humongous hiatus that having only 8 episodes results in. And it is wonderful to have as much as possible of a show you love.

I just came back from taking my first class at my old junior college in... hell, I don't remember how long. It feels so great not having to drive all the way up to Chicago. It's just 20 minutes away. No traffic. Half the price of the Chicago photography courses. *relaxes*

Oh, and I finally started watching Legend of the Seeker. My intention was to start watching a show with a nice fandom with eyes toward the future since Heroes is kaput and I'm feeling fandom deprived (*clings to fandom friends*), but Netflix has all the episodes on instant, so... I don't know if I'll stick with it yet, so I probably shouldn't even be commenting at this point. There's a lot of cliches going on (I'm mostly talking about the music and cinematography, which I'm paying way too much attention to lately, but I'm supposed to do that) and personally, I find prophesies to be a turn off in my fiction. And the ( spoiler ) has been done to death. But again, I've only seen one episode. And I liked that episode. So far so good. Now if they would only ease up on all the slo-mo a bit.

I finally watched the end of the fourth season of Doctor Who. ( Yes, it took me this long )

Meanwhile, I need a scene for tomorrow and I have nothing. Well, I might have something, but not really, because I can't find anything that fits the requirements in the hilarious script for In the Loop, except for maybe one scene at the end and another with a humongous amount of inventive swearing and if we all keep cracking up on set, we're never going to get this scene finished. With all this hubaloo about getting actors for the shoots, I forgot that I need an actual script to shoot. Great. Oh, and thanks to this, I'm adding another show to my "to watch" list: The Thick of It, as if I didn't have enough time wasting activities as it is, although then again, I do have to be aware of the key shows out there, even if they're across the pond and ABC's planned remake of it went nowhere (they have so many desperate writers pitching them new ideas, yet the execs insist on rehashing the same stuff over and over again, come off it, already, will you?)

This post might be a little rambly. I'm not sure. I also need to remember to eat. I haven't felt like it lately and all this stuff keeps distracting it, but my stomach isn't buying it.

I had a phone interview for a photography internship. I have no idea how that went since a) my phone hates me, b) I can never understand people on the phone, c) he was an intern himself so my answers to the formulaic questions have to go through his superiors before they'll consider me for an in person interview. *sigh* I was expecting a yes or no answer today, so that's irritating. So I still don't know exactly what my availability is for the film festival I'm volunteering at the end of this month. I'm also going to call the local public tv station to volunteer there. And I'm registering as an extra, something which would actually give me money. I just feel really frustrated right now for some reason, which is completely irrational. Probably because I haven't gone out since Saturday.

The writing is sluggish, thanks to my muse sneaking off to dimensions unknown, but I strive.

I started watching Being Human, so now that's six shows I'm watching. Ooh, V is on today. Must remember that.

Read Hello, Lied the Agent by Ian Gurvitz. It will boggle your mind just how fucked up the tv industry is. With so much network interference, I'm shocked that anything of quality ever makes it onscreen. So I'm kinda glad that I haven't gotten any tv ideas so far, because probably no one would buy them anyway and then they would note it to death until it became a horrifying mutant of itself.

And now I'm wondering how much of the crap in Heroes might have been due to the execs sticking their noses where they don't belong. Now I don't know what was the writer's idea or some command from on high anymore.

--reading a biography of Christopher Marlowe (or Merlin, or Marlin or Marlinge in this 'we don't do spelling rules' age). It's kinda interesting reading about a time when being a scholar was considered cool. Where did those good, old days go? Although I gotta say, a 16th century curriculum sounds really boring.

--finishing up the first draft of a story for a submission. It looks like I'll actually make it between the word limit this time. Yay!

--going from skimming through a depressing (but wonderful) novel I've read before to reading another depressing novel. Not good.

--being sad at the big Heroes spoiler, though I knew that had to happen sooner or later.

--also being sad because I missed Modern Family. *cries* I've been looking forward to it all day and now I missed it. I know I can catch it online later, but... :(

--wondering if I should watch some past episodes but my grandfather’s going to bed and uproarious laughter might be a little too loud.

Or at least I am. Yes, I am still in Illinois. Yes, it is still cold. just not in my room, which is never cold, ever despite the fact that I have the vent completely covered up yet it is still sweltering in here. It's ridiculous.

The most frustrating thing about writing a novel set in 1525: the humongous amount of similes and references you can't make becuase they make no sense. Like "running on autopilot" or "lit up like neon signs" or saying "OK", when all this had yet to be invented. Weeding the anachronisms out of this thing is going to be insane.

I just discovered that 30 Rock is on at 8:30 tomorrow. Boo. Fringe is on at 8. I suppose I'll have to download it, then.

This is the coldest day ever since I've been in London. Every limb is frozen. My thighs feel like ice cubes. My fingers are ice. The water bottle I had in my bag is as cold as if I'd taken it straight out of the fridge. It snowed three times! I haven’t seen it snow once since I've been here and now three times in a row! Very light snow, so not troublesome, but oh my god it's freezing. I'm not built for this kind of weather. My tongue froze! Not literally, but I was actually having problems talking.

I officially finished the essay this morning, although it was only the conclusion, which I hashed out in ten minutes. Wow. That's the first and only time I've ever finished an essay early. Huh. I'm all amazed at myself.

I think I'm becoming a bit of a TV addict again- Technically, I'm watching stuff on the computer, but they're TV shows and I feel this urge to watch at least one before doing anything else. Bugger.

I am so hooked on this show. So totally hooked. I didn't know crab fishing could be so much fun to watch. Emphasis on watch, not do, cause damn, that job is hard. Seriously. I wouldn't last a day. I still have the theme music running in my head.

Now my eyes are tired from looking at the screen for too long, but I have to write. Not good.

WTF is up with my spellcheck? A week ago, it didn't want to recognize the word "go", now the word "not". The hell?