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We spend a lot of time in our little red apt coming up with cracked-out LotRPS AUs. Some might say we do it like it's our job. But sometimes, just occasionally, one rises up out of the crackhouse and requests, no DEMANDS to be written. Such was the case with Peter and Fran. So [livejournal.com profile] imogennegomi, [livejournal.com profile] paintedmaypole, [livejournal.com profile] smartlikejustin and [livejournal.com profile] throughadoor took time out of our busy schedule of watching Alias and um... talking about Alias? to write it.

A little ditty 'bout a rock and roll band. Viggo and Dom/Billy, Orlando and the Seans. Elijah and Daisy. Karl, Liv and Sala, too. Lawrence and Bernard will be there and perhaps even Miranda, Cate and Ian. A little number about art and music, friendship and love. And also, fair trade.

In that standard sort of posting a WiP way, let me assure you that we are committed. We have arcs. We have the first arc entirely written. We'll be posting twice a week until the story is actually completed. I mean, there's four of us. We can do this. I promise. So, check it out.

This is...[livejournal.com profile] peter_and_fran
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The thing about Garth Brooks, is that he's a triple threat. He does hearfelt (and often tragic) love songs ("If Tomorrow Never Comes", "The Dance"). He does inspirational songs about the downtrodden ("We Shall Be Free", "Standing Outside the Fire"). And, of course, he does the rowdy drinking songs ("Two Pina Coladas", "Friends in Low Places"). Also, the other thing about Garth Brooks is that EVERY song is "Build My World" -- meaning that every song requires melodramatic overacting and singing along1. Something I defintely enjoy.

Garth has a few main motifs/themes. There's thunder/storms and fire, both representing desire of any type. There's booze, representing most often a sort of bittersweet defensive happiness. And then. Then there's the RODEO. The rodeo seems to represent a rebellious uncontrolled obsessive passion that is exhilarating, but ultimately tragical. If robots from the future unearthed and listened to the work of Garth, they'd probably surmise that the leading destroyer of relationships in late twentieth-century America was the rodeo. I know this may seem crazy at first2, but I think symbolically, they might just be right.

We were in the car on Sunday, driving home from Target and listening to "Rodeo"3 and, as is my wont, I immediately outlined a LotRPS AU where the rodeo would hold its rightful place. Picture it! Orlando is a young man living in a small town, just finished with school, unsure of his place in the world. He spends his days flopped across a sofa in his friend Billy's basement, smoking up and listening to Billy fuck around with his guitar and wishing he had something exciting to do. Then. The Rodeo comes to town. Billy's not really into the whole thing, but they live in fucking Wyoming or something, and Orli keeps saying it'll be fun, so what the hell? So off they go, everyone's there, it's dusty and loud and they shove their way to the front of the stands. And then it happens. Orlando finds his Reason. In the ring-- being tossed around by the noble bronco, holding on for dear life, chap-clad thighs clenching-- is the most fascinating thing Orlando has ever seen.

Viggo is a hardened, passionate, obsessive cowboy4 (often associated with both thunder and fire), this has been his only dream since he was a boy. He thinks about nothing but the bulls and the blood, the dust and the mud, the roar of a Sunday crowd. The only person who he considers a friend is Sean Bean, another cowboy, but just a working rodeo man, not anything matching Viggo in his level of committment. Sean knows that someday he'll leave the rodeo and have a family, but he knows Viggo never will, he'll die like he lives, on the back of a bull.

Orlando makes his way to the stables, dragging Billy along. There they meet Dom, the kicky, witty, comic relief stable hand. He and Billy hit it off instantly5. Orlando asks about Viggo and Dom just shakes his head, says "many a pretty boy has had his heart broken. he only loves the rodeo, mate." Orlando is not daunted. He's been waiting for this to arrive, waiting for the thing to bring thunder and fire into his life of steady grey-blue skies. So they make friends with Dom and Sean and eventually Viggo. Things happen, as they do. Viggo and Orlando fall in love. Viggo is everything Orlando expected. But soon, as always happens, it comes time for the rodeo to move on to the next town.

Now here, here is where the story becomes a bit of a choose-your-own-adventure psychotic break.

Ending One (aka the tragedy): Viggo refuses to stay, breaking Orlando's heart and traveling on to the next city. Orlando soon realizes that his life means nothing now without Viggo. He follows the rodeo to meet them in the next city. He reunites with Viggo and they watch the storm rage in each other's eyes. Then Viggo goes out and draws a bull no man can ride. Orlando is devestated, unable to go on because if life without Viggo was bad at least he knew that the Man was out there somewhere, taming a bull with his thighs of steel. Now, he's just more dust under the hooves. Orlando returns home and his life is even emptier than before.

Ending Two (aka the happy): Viggo won't stay, he can't give up the rodeo, but of course, Orlando would never want him to. Orlando has nothing in this town except Billy and his pot and with a little help from Dom, he can take both of those with him. He hitches his wagon to the rodeo and even if he is second to the rodeo in Viggo's heart, that's enough for Orlando.

Ending Three (aka the realistic6): Orlando's life is changed by Viggo and it's like there are colors he never saw before. But, in his new, wiser state, Orlando knows that Viggo can never love him like he loves the rodeo, and Orlando deserves more than to be second best. He turns and there, just over Viggo's leather-clad, manly shoulder is the warm grin of Sean. And Orlando gets it now, Viggo changed him, but Sean is what he was waiting for. Sean leaves the rodeo and they move to a larger town and start a life together. They see Viggo when he passes through and they miss him, but they do it together and they know that they're first in each other's hearts.

So, WHAT DO YOU DO?

And I know this story has been written in at least three other fandoms I've been in (most notably popslash, possibly twice), but I don't care because every cracked out AU is special in the eyes of Allah.


1. Just as I said this, k8 commented that Hoobastank's "The Reason" was compelling her to sing earnestly and pound the air like me listening to "BMW". Really.
2. And all subsequent times as well, I'm sure.
3. Which, btw, is followed immediately by "The Beaches of Cheyenne"-- a song in which the rodeo kills a man, drives his widow to suicide and apparently causes the entire state of Wyoming to flood like Noah's Biblical homeland. Not that anyone seems to miss the state.
4. Because I too saw Hidalgo, thanks.
5. In case you were worried, I haven't forgotten my beloved OTP. They're still the one, the only.
6. Yes, I said REALISTIC. Do you have a PROBLEM WITH THAT!?


Also, new journal colors/default for Feb. New entire layout, actually. And now, I think food and then Alias. Tomorrow I might even make an actual coherent post about something that isn't completely insane.
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Ages and ages ago, I took ficlet requests. For [livejournal.com profile] overloved, Billy/Dom, the same as anyone )

It came out different than I thought. But, that's how it goes, eh? And now, The Daily Show.
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I got up this morning, I got dressed, I did up my make-up and packed a bag and made a lunch. I put on my boots. And then imogen told me that she wasn't going to work today. Evil evil temptress! So, yes, called in. Or, emailed rather, because it's easier when I don't have to talk to anyone. kel. also stayed home, but that was pre-planned. We're having a bit of a sick-in-- you know, watching FotR, catching up on LJ, making icons, hating people, etc. It's been enjoyable.

One of the things about watching FotR is that there's Boromir. And I sometimes forget about Boromir until he's there in all his Sean Bean, complicated man, Gondor-lovin', dirty-haired glory. Man, do I looooove me some Boromir. The entire phenomenon is much like how when I watch RotK, I remember Eomer. And the thing about Boromir and Eomer is that in some other place and time and space where Boromir isn't my DEAD Gondorian boyfriend, he'd still be part of the Fellowship when they meet the Rohirrim and he and Eomer would meet and there would be distrust, but ultimately, they're very of a type and they would, of course, become good friends and ultimately fall in love (because that's what happens, okay?) and ride horses and kill things with swords or spears and pull stray bits of things out of each other's filthy hair and discuss the merits of beard vs. just stubble. When not traversing Middle Earth, leading their armies and keeping the world of men free of any small bands of rogue evil doers and brigands, they'd split their time between Edoras and Gondor. In Gondor, they'd roll their eyes a lot when Aragorn goes on about how hard it is being the King of Men, because you know, they're still not kinds, but it's okay and they're mostly kidding 'cause he's their good friend and ally and really they wouldn't want to be kings anyway because neither of them is cut out for government work. And they'd have weekly dinners with Faramir and Eowyn and be fantastic uncles who help teach the children to ride and swordfight and tell them tales of war and halflings and all their storied ancestors and Boromir and Faramir would share a moment of bitter regret when Denethor was mentioned and later Eomer would listen as Boromir tells him about the time before his father lost touch with reality and--

OMG I'm completely insane, but it's all TRUE. Boromir/Eomer rivals Legolas/Gimli1 and Merry/Pippin as my LotR OTP, except that, you know, THEY NEVER EVEN MEET ONE ANOTHER. Oh, the tragedy. But, the thing is, as crazy as all this is, it gets crazier because I realized that the solution to my problem is to create a universe where they can interact. And, clearly, the best way to do this is to write an au set in a boarding school for boys from wealthy and powerful Middle Earth families.2 Right? Right. Boromir and Eomer would be very popular, captain of the lacrosse team and the polo team, and good friends with Aragorn, the mysterious and somewhat troubled hot class president, beloved by the ladies of the nearby Finishing School and other typical boarding school tropes. And they spend a lot of time wearing ties and white button downs and mocking/defending Boromir's younger brother who does theater and math club. Even Legolas would show up as the strange foreign student whose obsession with cleanliness and lack of real facial expressions leaves everyone confused, but entranced. Of course, Legolas would only have eyes for his good family friend Aragorn and join all his committees and teams and he'd barely tolerate the coarseness of Aragorn's friends, but he would. And the whole thing would be run by Professor Gandalf. Uh-huh.

This is why I just want to stay home and get paid to write badfic ALL THE TIME. Because this is what I come up with just for kicks, I feel that if I were actually employed in such a task, I'd really really come up with some HORRIBLE ideas and just crank out the badness like it was so much popcorn from one of those crazy carnival popcorn popping carts or something.

Um. I feel that the conlusion to that psychotic break you all just witnessed would be to note that I've added some people to my friendslist on rec from trusted sources (kel. actually said to me "I can't say enough good things about her" in one case), so. Um. I'm not always this scary? Right3. Let's go with that.

In other news, my dear friend girlcakes arrives in just a few hours. kel. and I will be picking her up at ye olde Logan airport and I am goddamned excited about that. I passed up a free trip to Miami, I like C so much and I can't wait for her to get here so we can talk about Orlando Bloom and what he'll explain next and watch Wizard People (with aral! eeeep!) and make inappropriate jokes and watch the Shannon/Boone story play out in our hearts over and over and over. There may also be a fight to the death because it's Pats/Colts weekends and I'm pretty sure that both Tom Brady and Peyton Manning's heritage and sexual orientation will be brought into question. But, it might be tamed as we've invited people over during the time of the game and so can't actually watch it.

1. Speaking of Legolas/Gimli (as I do) I may as well tell you now before kel. outs me, that I am also crazy about this topic. Because see, they're SO PERFECT. They're absolutely classic "I Hate You, We Must Fall In Love Later" romantic comedy set-up. The pretty blond is in love with an unattainable hottie (i.e. Aragorn) who is a great friend, but really truly in love with another. Enter the irritable, significantly less attractive man who represents everything the blond hates (i.e. poor hygiene, shortness, stupid one-liners) and who expresses nothing but contempt for the blond. The two are, of course, forced to work together and slowly slowly slowly develop and trust and a friendship and an understanding. As this is happening, the blond is learning about life and serious things (i.e. death, endangered hobbits, orcs) and coming to see that while the hottie is certainly the be all, end all of humanity, the blond needs to let him go for everyone's sake because who is he to mess with true love? And then! Just as he's given up on love, he looks to his side (or, behind him on the horse, perhaps) and there's this new friend. And after all they've been through together and all they've learned, they realize that they've created their own love. Then they kick the bad guy's ass and GO ON A HONEYMOON TO ONE ANOTHER'S HOMELANDS. Uh-huh.

2. I had to stop at this point to watch Boromir's death sequence. And OMG. That is to this day the only part of the three films that still makes me cry. It's SO AMAZING. That's a place where Jackson uses slo-mo to great effect. Merry and Pippin! Boromir thinks he's failed! Aragorn! OMG, WEEPING!

3. Things I would have posted about had the insanity not overtaken me: Lost, Augusten Burrough's Running With Scissors, work, Dead Guy pool, how there's a place where Sephora is across the hallway from Krispy Kreme and that place is my heaven. That's less scary, I promise.


Okay. That's all. OH! EXCEPT THIS: Orlando Bloom Explains...Terrorism/Lightning. BEST THING EVER!
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The first day of the new year was remarkably productive: champagne at midnight, a rendition of "Friends in Low Places" sans guitar, site redesign, a viewing of Shattered Glass (much better than I expected, plus, you know, Peter Sarsgaard and you CAN NOT go wrong there), the grocery store, new colors and default, a viewing of Garden State (which I still don't like as much as most people, but there are enjoyable parts) and many new icons.

I'm impressed with myself, yo.

And, since it's the first, all the secret santas were revealed. Stories I wrote:

[on being a marauder, in spirit and to the letter: a guide to young love, honor, the pursuit of nonsense and other equally noble things] -- Remus/Sirius, for [livejournal.com profile] shackinup_sesa, thanks to kel. for the beta.

[like the fella once said] -- Ocean's 11, for [livejournal.com profile] yuletide, thanks to imogen for the beta.

[house with unlocked doors] -- Buffy, Xander/Graham. (this was on the difficult side, I gotta tell you. my ability to grasp Graham's character wasn't quite up to par, but I hope it satisfied the recipient nonetheless)

And one last thank you to [livejournal.com profile] glossolalia, [livejournal.com profile] lisew and [livejournal.com profile] setissma for the wonderful stories I recieved in each of those challenges. And to those who organized them and did their best despite the chaos that comes with the job.

Now, food or sleep.
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Last batch of [livejournal.com profile] yuletide recs, fandoms O-Z:

Ocean's 11
The Perfect Con
Rusty had hopes that they were beyond lightning changes in the back seat of the car while handcuffed, but apparently.

Caldwell Stories
Rusty keeps walking, past the desk. "Children under twelve stay free here, you know. I would have thought that would be a selling point for you."

Rosencrantz and Guidenstern Are Dead
I Know You
Since I know your name. And you know mine, and occasionally yours.

Illumination
ROS: (nodding) Which I don't believe in. If you jaunt off the boat for a quick swim to catch a bloody coin, what do you think will happen?

The Royal Tenenbaums
Anodyne
"You found me," she says, opening her eyes to find his smile wide as water. His bird is on his arm.

Sayers-- Lord Peter Wimsey
The Unlikely Story of a Nobleman's Daughter
Chronological time was not a thing a man should be a slave to, he decided.

Scrubs
My Sleepy Blue Ocean
"I'm sorry, JD." Turk mournfully dropped my fork. "I thought it was just good eats."

Shakespeare -- Romeo and Juliet
Waste Our Lights in Vain
Romeo is a lover more persistent than any Mercutio has ever seen; his love is for tragedy, all the artful poses of heartbreak.

The Breakfast Club
The Supper Club
Andy hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and Bender was apparently always up for nachos.

The Iliad/The Odyssey
a stretch of gold, irresistible
The years pass by, and you forget that you used to be a prince yourself, that you haven't always been by his side, that you had a life before him.

Tombstone
Blood and Whiskey
"Wyatt, you weren't concerned none, now were you? Why, there weren't above twenty cowboys in that room, and we had a whole eighteen bullets between us."

Twin Peaks
Otis Redmund's Great Whopper
Cooper's fishing line may have been tangled, his reel hopelessly jammed, but the sentiment was true just the same.
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Work = annoying as ze D is slowly starting to add on the responsibilities that go with the promotion she wants to give me, without actually being able to give me the promotion. This is not working. I want more money if I'm to do more stuff. Uh-huh.

Post-work = comic book store where I was greeted with a hearty "Katherine #2!" and then an update on the latest Grant Morrison announcement. Which I had indeed missed: the All-Star: Superman project. It's getting spun a lot as the answer to the Ultimates, which I suppose it is in that "hey, continuity geeks make me cry into my cereal, please please let's try something else" sense, but there are clearly differences. Anyway, interview with the crazy man himself here. He manages to talk Jesus and namecheck Charlie Kauffman, so it's good times all around. It sounds like fun. ComicBookMan did, however, delight in crushing my "Morrison! Superman! Someone bring out the PCP now!" fervor by saying "With art by..." and watching my face fall as I prepared to hear, yes, you got it, "Frank Quitely." I just can't get behind it. But, whatever, my insane love for insane Morrison has outweighed the pain of squishy faces and stunted bodies many times before and will continue to do so, I'm sure.

Also at the store, I finally got in my hot, greedy little hands the 15th Anniversary hardcover of Arkham Asylum. So so pretty. And I never buy hardcovers, 'cause a) spendy, b) don't like 'em that much, but I've been dreaming of this ever since I saw the solicitation. Mmmmm... With annotated script! eeeeep!

Picked up Identity Crisis #7 which I managed to stay spoiler-free for. Can't wait to read it, in part so I can go back and check out all the media and lj commentary I bookmarked/skipped over the last few weeks. Looked at, but didn't buy, the latest Powers trade, which includes the full script for the most random and amusing issue of that collection. I almost bought it for that, but finally reminded myself that I have the damn issues and I cannot be that girl. And then, you know, a stack of other things I've dropped on the to-read and won't get to forever (seriously, the number of Gotham Central issues I have sitting there is chilling. the RUCKA would be so disappointed).

And now, more [livejournal.com profile] yuletide recs, fandoms H-N

Hitchhiker's Guide
That Tongue Thing
If Ford Prefect were truthful, a state of affairs which, to maintain his professional reputation as a Guide reporter, he tended to avoid at all costs, he might confess that he had originally begun sleeping with Arthur Dent mainly because it seemed to be the best way to (a) shut him up and (b) calm him down.

Last Man Standing
Therefore, he lied. "You're really quite likeable," he said cheerfully.

Igby Goes Down
Tragedy Among the Scholars of War
It's all pretty fucking disgusting in reality, and Oliver would hate to be one of those people fooled into thinking his life is actually some great American tragedy -- he would hate to be Igby -- but it kind of makes sense in the end, too.

Lost in Translation
Late
John was on her about quitting again. "They'll kill you," he'd said. It was what he always said.

M*A*S*H
Perfectly Normal
"I pride myself on my steady hands," Hawkeye answered on autopilot. "It's the result of a rigorous daily regime of alcohol and ennui."

Northern Exposure
Paradise...Not Quite Troubleproof
"Yeah. Of course. I can run pretty fast. So can a moose, but I know the town better."
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[livejournal.com profile] yuletide recs, starting with the one written for me:

[The Perfect Con], Ocean's 11, Danny, Rusty, Basher
Rusty had hopes that they were beyond lightning changes in the back seat of the car while handcuffed, but apparently.

Oh, Secret Santa OF MY HEART! This was *exactly* what I wanted. With Basher, even, which I wasn't counting on at all. Perfect tone, funny and sharp and the "I'd never been to Belize"-ness of it all. GENIUS. *mwah*

And then others, by fandom, A-G only for this evening, considering I already fell asleep once and really should be getting to bed for real:

Arrested Development
Three Unwise Men and A Maeby
Actually, Tobias had been researching his book, but he was asked to leave because some of the patrons of the soup kitchen misunderstood his questions about being absent from the bosom of their families and thought that he was hitting on them.

Bottle Rocket
Like Rome or Pompeii
"Like prisoners," Bob explains. "Like in the movies. We thought you might have a hard time adjusting to life on the outside."

The Chronicles of Narnia
Growing Up
The gym spoke eloquently of the insides of rubber-soled tennis shoes, while the air in the dorms was heavy with sweat and face powder.

Memory of Heaven
The strange, heavy words -- trains, ration-books, air-raids -- that would explain him stop at the back of his teeth, making him stutter, all frustrated helplessness and animal dumb, until finally he turns from her in defeat.

classical mythology
This new thing, which consumes
It is always the same, and she is not impressed.

Unexpected
"Do you keep it thus so the others will stay away?" Dionysus responded.

Donnie Darko
The most beautiful word in the English language
She takes too long in the shower, heavy with deja vu.

Four Weddings and A Funeral
Turning Forty
"Not the centre of the universe?" Gareth opened his arms wide. "No, I always am. It's a heavy duty, but it is mine to bear."

Garden State
A violet in the youth
"I don't think a ton is a liquid measurement," he says, and bites off his thumbnail.

Just nod if you can hear me
The director looks exasperated and you realize that "slower" and "louder" weren't actually what he wanted at all. "For Christ's sake, kid, you're supposed to be playing a fucking retard!"
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Oh, and also, [livejournal.com profile] snowinandblowin authors were revealed while I was away, so:

[the art of swerving], QAF US, Brian/Justin, pretty much one long s.4 spoiler
And, really, knowing that he looks like he's been on a week-long crystal bender while seeing Theodore in Armani every day, isn't depressing at all. Not even a little.

Written for keewick as part of the snowinandblowin challenge -- hope it met specifications! Thanks to kel. for the idea and the beta. Thanks to imogen and circusgirl for the kind of beta action that canonically beats cancer. Thanks to BIBW and reinabelle for organizing. Title not exactly courtesy The Postal Service (as in, it's not an actual lyric and I know the actual lyric, but this is what I always think instead of "send the autos swerving").

One last thank you to my secret santa. Still impressed you got two pairings involving the same character in one story. Well done!
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I'm pretty sure that [livejournal.com profile] lisew is going to kill me. I mean, I'm as sure of this as I am that BOOK SIX comes out in 205 days, 22 hours, 21 minutes and 35 seconds as of this moment. You know, just to pull an analogy out of nowhere.

Unrelatedly, have submitted [livejournal.com profile] shackinup_sesa fic and [livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic. Since I can't do it for real 'til later, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] throughadoor, [livejournal.com profile] imogenegomi, and [livejournal.com profile] circusgirl for the betas. Winning at life never felt so hard. To ease the pain, I give you a meme.

Faaaaanfiction writing survey )

And dude, why am I still awake? Why am I watching Wizard People, Dear Reader? Oh, right. Because kel. forced me. Well, she'll get hers when REMUS AND TONKS GET MARRIED IN A LOVELY CEREMONY JUST BEFORE PETER COMES IN WITH HIS SILVER HAND AND KILLS REMUS JUST AS SIRIUS POPS OUT OF THE LINT TRAP, SEES REMUS'S DEAD BODY AND FIGURES "OH HEY, WITH REMUS DEAD, GUESS I'LL MARRY TONKS" SO THEY HAVE A CEREMONY AT WHICH THEODORE NOTT IS THE BEST MAN.

Okay, this is just getting silly. Night, yo.
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I was storming about, making declarative statements with elaborate hand gestures as I'm wont to do and noting that a Brian story is of little use if it isn't truly, secretly, deeply a Brian/Justin story. Unless of course, it's a Brian/Emmett story. Except all Brian/Emmett stories should be Emmett stories. Because, can you imagine it from Brian's POV?

and i think there was dirt on his pink plaid pants: a Brian/Emmett story
by K, aged 26 and 5 months.

"This guy sucked my cock once. Now we're friends. I don't have friends." Brian frowned, looked like he'd tasted something unpleasant. "I blame Michael."

The End
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People who have not yet overloaded themselves with the gift exchange fic things and who are of the Queer as Folk US persuasion, should rush over and sign up for [livejournal.com profile] snowinandblowin. Come on, it'll be fuuuuuun! It's got such a cool name and a really fun background and it's extremely well-organized by [livejournal.com profile] burnitbackwards and [livejournal.com profile] reinabelle. There's a week 'til sign-ups end and then you'll have a month to write your request. Dooooo it.

And on that note, I think I'll go make some dinner so I can start my Emmett-a-thon. We're watching the cybersex addiction (109), the ex-gay arc (111-114), the ep where Vic gets arrested (aka King of Babylon ep) and the one after (120-121) and the Pride ep where Godiva dies (204). we just watched all the Pickles eps recently, so even though that's my FAVORITE EMMETT ARC OF ALL TIME, I don't think I'm allowed to watch it again, BUT I CAN THINK ABOUT IT! Also, while I may rewatch all my favorite Brian/Emmett scenes from late s.3 and early s.4. (because that's the kind of wallow I'm having right now, people. Pre-Justin Brian/Emmett = so my secondary OTP), I WILL NOT be watching any of that part where Emmett is in a relationship with That Guy. Because I don't like that. I know people do. kel. does. But I do not. For That Guy is not worthy of Emmett's BEAUTIFUL WHITE TRASH LOOOOOOVE.

I was just told that this must be a really interesting post. I think there was sarcasm.
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Ah, Friday. I am awash with joy. And potassium, but that's niether here nor there.

In the GOOD column for today:
+ze D brought me amusing swag from the conference she went to earlier this week and told me all about how she gets daily compliments on me. It's like some people say "I like your new haircut" (though, trust me, they never ever say that to her) and others say "I like your assistant!" Or something.

+I hear through the grapevine that they have the fingerless glove-inside-mittens that I've been wanting at Target. Where I'm going tomorrow. Though not at 5 a.m., no matter what anyone tells you.

+s.4 of QAF has shown up in part on OnDemand again. That meant 402, 403 and 404 last night and 405 waiting for us this evening. Then we'll be through what's there, but I have faith that new eps will be added soon. Plus, it works out as I need to pause in the s.4 watching to go back and watch the Emmett comes to Jesus arc of s.1 so I can have the appropriate background to write the pre-series Emmett/Brian story that no one in the world but me cares about. Well, and kel. and imogen, but I may have forced them.

+I've had a jujugingerbread latte every day this week. That's what I'm talking about. Sweet, sweet crack.

+SNOW! I looooove snow. It's all soft and wet and white and falls from the sky. And I know I sound like a mentally challenged child now, but dude! Snow! It's my favorite.

In the BAD column:

+I spend a good chunk of my day working with binders and file drawers full of three-part paper. This + my innate ability to injure myself = many many papercuts. You think this sounds minor, but clearly you don't have a cut running from the center of your fingertip to your first knuckle. It's on one of the important fingers, too. And it stings.

+...yeah, that's it today. Pretty much the universe accepts only love tonight and that's the way I like it.


Lastly, I got my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide assignment and I am content. If you're here because I am your assignment, I hope you are similarly content. I really do love all of the fandoms I requested equally. With the Entourage, I'm interested in Ari, but I'm not interested in Ari slash, so. With all of them, I like the ships but I also like the gen. I'm mostly okay with slash or het (though not too much on the Danny/Tess tip if you're of the Ocean's 11 persuasion). What I like best is banter and dialogue and I'd like something happier than not, but I'm okay with not, too. If that makes sense? Write what you write and I'm sure it'll be great. Yes.

And now I'm going to eat my pot pie and read the friends list. Mmmm...lj.
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WIP meme, sentences from current WIPs. Big excitement.

pop; working title: abandonned bday story (aka trace: the revenge)

Justin stops abruptly, his scowl flipping into a grin that makes him look vaguely like the special-ed kid Trace remembers from their fifth grade class. "Dude, yeah." Grin to pout and Trace rolls his eyes a little and turns back to his cereal. "It sucks that I won't be here for that, though. I'll call a lot so you can give me updates, yeah?"


lotrps, working title: devil (aka making fun of elijah)

Elijah was on his third cup of coffee and Dom could only see the back of his head, but he could tell just by the look on the make-up guy's face that no one liked Elijah the best. Dom smiled a little at that.


angel, working title: gunn

Gunn finished with the wood and tossed it into a brown paper shopping bag with the other finished stakes. He twirled the knife in his hand. "I'm not part of shit."


ocean's 11, working title: rusty basher

He met Basher in New York. Rusty was between cons, Danny was off on a honeymoon and those two things were more than slightly related.


pop (au), working title: white noise

JC only remembers when he's asleep. He doesn't know if it's natural or a side effect of the drugs or just something the doctors and nuns trained him to do, but when he's awake, it all stays below, hidden. Then, in his sleep, he remembers.


pop, working title: cheating song

Chris will come home from the grocery with a vacuum-sealed jar of Tostitos salsa, medium, "restaurant style" and when you see it, you'll bite your lip and think you're going to be sick, right there on Chris's carpet.

pop, working title: fruits of my labor

"I could have gotten you a driver." Justin's voice lifts up and Chris knows it's concern and not satisfaction. That's how despite all evidence to the contrary Chris knows Justin's still probably the nicer person.

pop, working title: those three days

He watched through the window as Lynn leaned against the garage and lit the cigarette. Justin didn't like her to smoke in the house. Chris rolled his eyes.


And I'm spent.
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You may have heard that people want you to vote tomorrow. I'm down with that. Particularly if you live in a swing state. Particularly if you live in a swing state and you're gonna vote for that Kerry guy.

You know. Vote or walk and get Diddy some cheesecake. Though like many things on livejournal.com, this is just preaching to the choir, so I'm moving on.

R's picking me up after work and driving me to the polling place because it's far and he really thinks I'm lazy enough that I might not go by myself. And then I guess we may hit the Kerry rally although I'm not super het up about standing around in the rain worrying when I could be safe at home with cookies and Jon Stewart. We'll see.

In other news, the yuletide challenge has opened sign-ups. There are an insane number of fandoms (1400+) and I offered to write 21 of them. I love this challenge a whole lot. Also, kel. didn't know I LOVE Hercules: The Legendary Journeys just like I LOVE board games and carnies (but not Fabio). I kind of hope I have to write it because then I'd have an excuse to rent the dvds. And that'd be good times. I didn't, however, sign up for Bible slash despite a sort of desire to do so because as much fun as it sounds to write that "Until the End of the World" song fic I've got living in the scary part of my brain, there's that whole Old Testament thing to contend with. You never know what some weirdo might request. However, I did sign up for Jesus Christ, Superstar. I'm hoping I can write a song.

Anyway, my point here was that if you're interested in multi-fandom fun, you should check it out. I had a lot of fun with it last year.

Okay, we're having router problems and, as I'm sure you can all imagine, that's a big problem in the reality show that is our apt. But, regardless, I need to cede my internet connection as I've been monopolizing it.

Remember, voting is fun like candy!

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