azurite | NOT FAIR!

;_; I spent two hours parked in front of the TV watching the Season Finale of Alias. This one was worse (as in uber-suspenseful) than last year's, because last year's, you sort of had a feeling what everything was leading up to. But THIS!? This is nuts. There's people double-crossing people, triple-crossing, some people look dead and aren't, we don't know WHAT the hell is up Irina Derevko's sleeve, and what the heck the Rambaldi device does. And how is it possible that Sydney is still the woman in the Rambaldi prophecy, when she went to all that trouble and saw that mountain or something?? OH, AND WHAT THE HECK!? TWO YEARS!?!?!? Ever since I finished watching it, I've just been mumbling that to myself over and over again, trying to figure out a way to make it compute. It has to have something to do with the Rambaldi device and seeing different futures, what Sloane said sort of clued me into that. So it's possible (and I'm praying) that the whole future with Syd waking up in Hong Kong, two years after the huge cat fight with Francie, aka Allison The Double from Hell, and with Vaughn MARRIED (*screams, wails, and generally makes a very noisy agonizing display*) is just some sort of dream or vision or whatnot. Besides, it's impossible to just SKIP two years of a TV show's life. There'd be WAAAY too many unanswered questions that you just couldn't answer with an explanation or flashback episode.

Examples:
Vaughn said Will was okay. HOW was he okay?! Syd asked this too, but didn't get a straight answer, since she noticed the ring. Once Will realized "Francie" was the double, they got into that huge fight, and it sounded like "Francie" broke something-- like his NECK! Worse, when Syd found Will, he was all bloodied up and unconscious (?) in the bathrub-- a'la Danny, Syd's first fiancee! GAUGH!!!

And they had to have figured out that Allison was the double by now... and that the real Francie is dead. Right? I mean... that double HAS to be dead, since Syd just sort of shot her INTO BITS! Okay, maybe not bits, but for those that saw the ep, you have to agree with me, those were some damn big holes in her chest!

But then, this prompts the summer-question (which will probably will not be answered till November, those meanies!): What happened in those two years? And, leading on, how did Sydney get to Hong Kong-- who found her and brought her, and why did the CIA just GIVE UP on her? Two years is a long time, admittedly, but Syd is not only their best agent, but their link to a lot of cases and people! So...?

*sigh* Oh, I managed to get a program called "Simple Bookmark" that allows me to convert all my IE bookmarks (how many hundred are there now?) into a handy HTML page. Which I can edit and break up, and use for my webpages! Whee! Makes my life tons easier. Now all I have to do is get all the "spare" links into their proper folders, delete dead links... blah. Does anyone care to help me with that? ^^;;

Okay, and some things I neglected to mention in my last entry... which I suppose got long and tiring for me too, so it's to be forgiven that I'd forget things. Two incidences of fright occurred this weekend, both in the same day.

1 - while on my way to the bank, there was a pair of, shall we say, "not nice" looking guys in front of me. One of them was most obviously smoking a joint, which I thought was pretty bold and dangerous of him-- and if you're going to ask how I know what a joint looks or smells like, well, let me just point to the only other member of my household. 'Nuff said on that end. But I was holding my nose, since I'm damn sick of that smell (and anything remotely smoke-like). I don't care if people think I'm a geek or whatnot for having asthma, it's just one more reason that I detest smokers. Sometimes yeah, their personality is nice and they're just addicted, but... >_> Blah, other topic. The guy came up to me and started asking me if it really smelled like weed, and since I was already wheezing and coughing, I managed to merely nod out a "yes." I thought he was going to start following me though, so I was highly freaked out. My fears were allayed-- he didn't.

2 - Later on, while in line for X-2, these two guys, one of them black (and maybe a football player from my school!?? gawd, I hope not!) and a Hispanic guy strolled up to the front of the line. Just up there, like they owned the place. People immediately realized that they weren't part of a party, they were just going up there and pretending like they were in front the whole time. And it was so obvious too, since they were just standing there talking to each other, like we couldn't see them. People started complaining until the security or whoever (the guy with the bullhorn) came up to them and asked them if they were in line. They were all "Yeah, we're in line, we been in here 24 hours!" -.- What a load of turd. The security guy says "Well, there's a lot of people saying you just came up here and weren't in line before. So now, are you here to X-2?" And the two guys start mugging us (actually it was just the black guy) and such, knowing they're in for it. They didn't show their tickets or anything, but they did get escorted out-- to the back of the line at least. But before they left, the black guy laid his eyes on me and called me a little bitch for adding my two cents that the guys weren't there. It didn't upset me that he was insulting *me* so much as the fact that there was a family of little kids in front of me that had to hear that kind of language, and see such immature, stupid behavior. The only perk out of the whole thing was that the whole LINE was relieved that the guys were removed, and one guy offerred to buy us popcorn! The mother of the family pointed me out as being behind it all, but I was too embarassed to accept popcorn, so I suggested he buy it for the kids. I left the line before I found out who got it, but it doesn't matter; popcorn makes me thirsty anyway, and I was broke at the moment. Until Lonnie gave me that delish Tazo tea, but... that's another story.

GAH, Lyric Wheel is coming up! I'm listening to my assigned song now (I could listen to it on repeat forever...!) and remembering this very sad AMV I saw to it... but I shan't say more, for fear I would reveal the song! *snicker* The hard part of any lyric wheel, I expect, is sticking to the "theme." It's probably much easier to simply write a songfic, and use the lyrics as basis for dialogue or action within the story. But sticking to the theme of "A sorta fairytale" when the song might not seem to go with it? Muchos harder. I can't wait to see what my fellow (and favorite) authors write in response.

Wow, this whole AWA thing is starting to look serious. I guess I'm just not one of those people that likes to look into the future and be dead sure about stuff. I like imagining things and daydreaming, to be sure, but... I don't know, it's ATLANTA. And the Renaissance Waverly Hotel where it's being held is not AT ALL affiliated with Starwood Resorts, so there goes any idea of getting a discounted or pre-reserved room. Like at Fanime (whee, I know more people going now!). But seriously, there's such a big time gap between now and AWA (September 26-28) ... there's a whole summer inbetween. I don't know if I can commit myself to the cost of a flight (I am *NOT* letting Joe pay for me; he buys waaaay too much for me already), a hotel room, registration, food, spending cash... gawd. I've never been to another con though, and I never even would have CONSIDERED AWA had Joe not mentioned it in such high praise. I was considering AX or AXNY. *sigh* Who knows?

I want to make a font, but it seems like there'll be more tools I need than just Photoshop and Fontographer. Does anyone have any expertise in this? I honestly don't think I'll find the name or a download site for that font I want so badly until *after* I've slaved away at making it myself. ANYONE? PLEASE??? Maybe I should see if there's any "font" communities here at LJ. *wanders off*

Oh yeah, it's 2:23 in the morning-- and I have school in 5 hours! BLAH! I better get going.

Note to self: sometime soon, go visit dad.