Less picketing and more TV now, kthanxbai.

The Writer's Strike is OVER! *leaps up and down* 

Okay, so it's apparently not officially over until the Guild votes on Tuesday, but at this point I think that is a mere formality. Shall keep my fingers crossed in any case.

I'm really glad they got what they were lobbying for, but at the end of the day, there's still a few hundred writers out of work now. Hope things get better for them soon. 

And on a totally self-centred note: MOAR Supey-natteral! I hope they do a summer mini-series. Since there are virtually no new epsiodes of anything in the summer, more people might have the opportunity to tune in to Supernatural. And I really hope they go with their original idea for Sammy's powers in Season Three and

( spoilers! )

This is season has so much damn potential and a really great storyline, but it keeps floundering in the execution. More than anything, what pisses me off is that most episodes are only about 40 mins long these days. It was 50 mins in Season 1 and 45 min episodes in Season 2. What, are they going to churn out barely half-hour epsiodes come season 4? Would it kill the CW to give us an extra five minutes? 

I think I'm going against most of fandom when I say this, but the last episode didn't live up to all the hype, except for that one Mano Amano fight between Dean and Demon!Dean (which was strangely hot). It was a great concept and could've been done a whole lot better.  Although the whole Sam/ Bela thing was high-larious! Oh, Kripke pawned fandom good with those two. Here we all were, writing fic about Sam/ Ruby and Dean/Bela when it was actually the other way round. 

On a non-fandom related note, I had a ripping good weekend, as Bertie Wooster would say. Saturday, I spent most of the day at Sabiha's birthday party and yesterday I spent the day at Mount Royal hotel in Mt.Lavinia for Sadhini's birthday celebration. That was a novel idea really, having a spend-the-day cum party at a hotel with a beach and a pool in the vicinity. The best part was that I got to spend so much time with my favourite peeps, Sadhini and Pavithri and also meeting up with my little Peksi after an age and a half. Infact, come to think of it, I think I spent more time with  lostprincess87     over the entire waking portion of the whole weekend than anybody else. 

Of course, the worst part of having a rollicking weekend is that it's doubly hard to get back to the life of drudgery afterwards. Housework is made of so much FAIL.

 P.S: Funny little anecdote. Sadhini's folks had booked a room for us to bounce off the walls and break things kick back in, which was fine at first, but once lunch time had rolled around there were fully fifteen people of assorted boys, girls and guitars in it. The poor airconditioner wasn't cut out for the job, and people were feeling cramped and humid after a while. Everybody but me, that is. I felt as cool as a cucumber and couldn't imagine why everybody kept cussing out the air conditioning. Finally, after hearing the umpteenth person mutter about how hot it was in here, I sat up and exclaimed in exasperation, "How come I am the only person in this room who's not hot?".

Dead silence. Belatedly, I realized that there are a myriad of ways an out-of-the-blue remark like that could be construed by a roomful of twenty-something-year-olds, and none of them had anything to do with air conditioning. 

Shamir piped up. "We honestly couldn't tell you," he said, giving me a cusory once-over, "blame the genetics."

 Huh. Now if it were me, I'd have said, "Aw, you're being too hard on yourself, Hasini. You're not that bad-looking." But then, I'd be talking to myself. 

*giggle*

Thou Shalt Have No Other Cat Before Me!

For my money, this is funnier than the entire wank. 

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puipui: Dude, my cat could come up with a religion that makes more sense than Scientology. While hopped up on catnip. From beyond the grave.

(Several exchanges later about the technicalities of the cat dying and whether it is named Schrodinger and whether it should have its name changed for security reasons once it is a leader of a religious cult, somebody offers themselves up for enlightment via Cat.) 

pastri_archy: I for one, welcome this new feline religious overlord. What would be the tenets of this new doctrine?

puipui: I've asked the cat, and here they are:

Tenets

1. Feed the cat.
2. At our most fundamental level, we are both here and not, we both exist and do not. We are at one with the universe, at one with its power, and when we learn to harness that power, we can blah blah blah religion fishcakes. Mmm, fish.
3. I said feed the cat, bitch! Again! Do it now!
4. All couch arms shall be sacrifice to your new god. BOW! BOW, I SAY!
5. Same with your bed. Gimme. Yes, the whole thing. Because I said so.
6. There is no number 6.
7. Something something something worship me, whatever, I'm going to take a nap now, don't move anything around while I'm gone.

pastri_archy: *feeds the cats as the tenets dictate* Um, I'm a college student without a sofa. You can has one end of my bed?

puipui: She says the whole bed, sorry. All your beds are belong to cat. You can have the floor, but you'll have to get up if she decides to walk there later.

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There are a few reasons why I can't seem to stop poking in on fandom_wank, and this is one of them. 

If there is anybody on my flist who loves me vewy much, they shall make me icons of this. *puts on best kitty face*

ETA: Okay, so there are other things funnier than the Cat God, and this is one of them. I hereby claim the right to have all of narcissam's babies.