I stumbled, or caved, or some other word that means went ahead and did it, and I now have a tumblr. I'm not totally sure yet what I'm doing with it: so far there is a picture of Jensen, a picture of Adam Lambert, a picture of Frank Iero fondling Gerard Way's balls, a quote about writing, and the fact that Johnny Weir wishes he lived inside a Faberge egg.

In other news, I haven't gotten any further on my thesis, but I have written 1700 words on a new Jensen/Adam chapter. Because life is too short to skip the porn avoid stressing myself out, apparently. I'm trying not to do that icon meme going around, because that is more procrastination than I need this morning. be shocked if you don't see it by tonight, that means

Today I have found much to delight me on the internetz, and so I thought I should share some of it.

1. dauntdraws drew me more Sam and Dean ponies!!! I am very excited about this for many reasons. Not least because they are for MEEEEEEEEEEE and that is always fun :D But also, I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPN Ponies. Love them. And these ones make me do that thing where you grin so hard your shoulders go up around your ears and your head tilts and your neck and nose scrunch up and you look ridiculous, but you don't care because you are happy and something is SOCUTEOMG.

2. ash48 and maichan808 finished their amazing new vid and it really is AMAZING. We have some RIDICULOUSLY talented people in the SPN fandom.

3. The teamcockbert community. IDEK. It's hilarious, and kind of jaw-dropping in that way that Adam Lambert manages so effortlessly. Mostly this post has been getting my attention. It's just a massive huge post that lists a whole bunch of guys one might pair Adam with, with a picture and then information about his occupation and whether or not he's actually met Adam in the flesh as it were. I just spent the last hour looking through it. In the George Clooney entry there is a link to fic, and that is awesome, too. Also awesome, this post which has pictures of men in kilts and some kilt sex fic. om nom nom. I'm going to guess that pretty much everyone on my flist who might care that this comm exists already knows that this comm exists, but just in case...

4. Sugar bunnies! Thank you, my lovelies! ♥♥

Dear Dad,

Asking me to run errands for you and then taking your car away all day is not the best way to get your errands run on days Mom has her volunteering stuff. Please arrange better carpools.

Yours,
Stranded

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Dear Octopus,

Please be less awesome. You are too cute running like that, and I hurt myself flailing.

Sincerely,
with sprained wrists

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Dear Mr. President,

Your grin makes me grin. Like this:


Grinningly Yours,
no, really.

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Dear American tofu hotdog makers,

Please make your hotdogs taste better.

Yours,
the one who used to live in England where tofudogs were good.

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Dear Hummingbird bush outside my window,

It's winter now. And I love that you still have both flowers and hummingbirds.

Distractedly yours,
a hummingbird fan

I am having a stupidly irritating afternoon. I just burned my hands on molten cheese, and I just opened my DVDs from netflix, only to discover that when I put Mad Men on my queue I moved season two up to the top instead of season one, so I got the first disc of the second season today.

However. Stupid irritations are fairly minor when it comes down to it. *moves on*

I've narrowed down the possible fonts for my fandom/affirmation tattoo down to my favorite three, and now I seek the learned opinion of you fine people. Which one do you like best? Or should I keep looking?

[Poll #1434136]

• I have no MCR music. People on my flist keep talking about them. I feel like I should remedy this lack somehow.
  
• I can only manage to keep at my review sheets for 10 or so minutes at a time before I need to get up and do something else for a few minutes. This leads me to wonder how the hell I am going to make it through a three and a half hour final.
  
• I really, really love Regina Spektor more and more the more I hear her.
  
• I have done at least 30 minutes of Wii-fit every day since I got it except the two days I wasn't here. I am proud of this fact, and pleased that I didn't waste my money on the thing.
  
• I have been missing S1-2 SPN canon so much lately. I can't decide if the follow-up sentence I only want to write pre-series fic should start with "Because of this," or "And yet,"
  
• I have a fandom secret, but I avoid the fandom secrets page and have no idea how to post one, so I will just keep it to myself.
  
• It's nothing bad, and certainly nothing bad about any fangirls. So no paranoia, please.
  
• Not secret at all, THIS PSA about what to do if someone is having a seizure is adorable and hilarious. Quinto/Pine, Kirk/Spock, whatever. Adorable.
  
• I have SO MANY fandom things to be writing, which is a rarity in my life. Generally I start something and then finish it and then move on. But now I have a queue, and many items on the queue have paragraphs or even pages written. Sadly, they refuse to prioritize themselves in order of time-sensitivity.
  
• I got hugely spoiled for Brothers and Sisters on after elton's hot 100 today. This is the trouble with being a few series behind on a show. I had my usual spoiled sick feeling but then I got over it. It's Brothers and Sisters. I enjoy it, but spoilers are not going to ruin it for me. Why am I not surprised the after elton boys are big SPN fans?
  
• I haven't read any long fic in ages. I miss it.
  
• Watched The Secret Life of Bees last night. I liked the book better, not surprisingly, but I really enjoyed the movie too. And Dakota Fanning wasn't creepy, which was almost creepy in itself.
  
• Now I think it's time to stop. Park, writing (without sunburn this time hopefully), and then back to review sheets. Oh, and lunch in there somewhere.

Happy Monday, my lovelies. ♥♥♥♥♥

I went with my dad last night to see The Laramie Project at one of the high schools on the peninsula. We also staffed the PFLAG table in the lobby before and after the play and during intermissions.

The students were amazing, including the one who broke his leg last weekend and missed the first few performances because he was in the hospital, but was back on stage last night (and a few nights before) acting from his wheelchair. Rather than retelling the story, it's more a dramatic reenactment of some of the hundreds of interviews the producing theater troupe conducted in Laramie in the year or so following the murder of Matthew Shepard. It humanizes the story in a wonderful way. I was moved to tears many times.

Several people came up and thanked us for being there, and many of the actors came up afterwards and thanked us and checked to make sure we had seen the play and not been stuck behind the table all night. We gave away several pieces of literature to staff from other schools and a few to parents and there was one girl who kept coming back and snagging one pamphlet at a time before sloping off. When she finally made eye contact, we chatted to her for a bit and told her to feel free to take one of everything. Another girl came up and cheerfully greeted us, saying, "I represent the 'B' in all those letters," and snagged a business card.

I couldn't help but be struck with how much has changed in the 20 years since I was their age, and yet, as they ran around screaming and hugging each other after the play was over, it was like yesterday that I was 16, and everything in the tiny orbit of my universe was the most important thing ever, and we'd had an amazing closing night, gotten a standing ovation, and there was a cast party to go to, and I was crazy-beautiful and amazing.

It made me miss those days. And then I remembered the complete lack of GSAs, the utterly tedious schoolwork that I hated, stupid boring classes, acne, pegged jeans, hairspray, and Paula Abdul on MTV, and decided I'll take now.

Hugh Jackman giving BabaWawa a lapdance.

*dies*

We had a lovely day yesterday. I ended up making dinner after Mom burned her hand, and that was fine, actually, because I'm the sort who finds helping much more irritating than just doing it myself. and Mom was mostly okay so long as she kept a bag of frozen peas on her hand for the rest of the evening. This morning she's much improved. After dinner we played a few rounds of Apples to Apples, and once our younger guests had gone home to bed, moved on to Scrabble Scramble*, which we played until 11pm when we were all exhausted. We also all got lottery scratch cards, and 6 of the 9 of us won something, which way beats the odds *g* (I won the most, at $10, but that's better than a kick in the teeth)

Inigo was a bit miffed that there were so many people, but he got over it. eta and mmm mmm, he's been out playing in the Rosemary bush and now smells deliciously of Rosemary! *resists licking him*

This morning I went a little wild and unflocked Punch Drunk, a J2 fic I wrote back in October, and even cross-posted it.

One of the things we had for dinner (and by we, I mean they, because blik), was Brussels sprouts with blue cheese and chestnuts. The sprouts on the top of the stalk were too large and we had plenty with the ones at the base. Mom and I were quite enamoured of the stalk with its top of sprouts. And so we decided to make a feature of it, much to our amusement and the bewilderment of our guests. To wit:


I hope everyone traveling today is doing so safely. And with as little stress as possible. ♥



*you take the letters from a Scrabble game (or two if playing with more than four players) and make your own 'boards' right in front of you, starting with 5 letters and taking another each time someone says "go" which one does when one has used all one's letters. You can move things around any time, re-doing your crosswords, and then you add up your points once all the letters have been drawn and one person has used all theirs.

skyblue_reverie and I went to the Join the Impact rally in San Francisco this morning. It was really hot and hard to hear because of the news copters and the crapness of the sound system, but there were some great signs, and we found a coolish patch of shade where we could mostly hear after a while, and I'm really glad we went. We did leave early and didn't march because neither of us was feeling very well.

We came back and I made some pizza and then we went and saw Quantum of Solace. I am SO SO HAPPY with the fact that James Bond is actually a SPY now, and not just an international playboy. Daniel Craig makes me happy. ( I do think that the movie should have been called )... AAAAAAAAND, when I whipped out my student ID when I went to pay for the tickets, she gave me both of them at student price. And then said something about not forgetting my ID because it would suck to be locked out of the dorms. I decided to be flattered that she thought I looked young enough to live in dorms. *g*

After the movie we stopped at Peet's and I tried to get a peppermint chocolate shake, but it was a peppermint mocha shake. I don't really like coffee (or really don't like coffee to be more accurate) but it was VERY chocolaty so I drank it. My eyes are vibrating.

I'm going to try to write. I'm not sure I can cope with reading the uber-depressing stuff for my classes right now. I need to jitter. Plus, I am behind schedule on my fic commitments. *checks calendar*

eeep!

eta well, I've reached my self-imposed minimum of 300 800 words, so I can count today as a win. *g* so far, I'm 14 for 15, with only election day scuppering writing plans.

I've been sitting here wondering how the heck it's after 7 already, thinking that I didn't do anything today, but I sorted and put away my clean laundry, built a giant bookcase, took everything out of the old bookcase and moved it, and put the stuff in the new one, and applied the custom layout that rejeneration made for me (with the header jelloh0530 made for me!) go look at it!

I also typed up my original fic, and started on a coda to the fic I've been writing with dreamlittleyo. And spent nearly an hour telling iTunes where to find the movies that took 24 hours to have their formats changed so I can watch them on my iTouch, and updating my iTouch photo file. I made an icon. and took out the recycling.

So I have done stuff. I just haven't left the house (except to go over to the bins). I should do that really. oh, and pack for my trip.

Thank you so much to all the lovely people who've been spoiling me early today, *smooches you all*