Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod

Internets, this is actually happening. The New York trip is no longer a pipe dream.

We have plane tickets (leave in the evening on 12/17, come back in the afternoon on 12/21).

American Idiot is no longer a pipe dream. Le Boyfriend and I have tickets for the evening of the 18th in Row E of the orchestra section.

Which, unless I'm greatly misinterpreting the seating chart (which is entirely possible), sounds suspiciously like the fifth row.

OhmyGod. Excuse me while I boogaloo!



WHY IS IT STILL ONLY NOVEMBER GAH.

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"Wisdom comes by disillusionment..." -- George Santayana

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Cheers.

P.S. - Anyone interested in meeting up? Any suggestions on things we should do? We're already doing a museum crawl, American Idiot, and Avenue Q., but any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Oh dear lord, internets, words don't exist for how tired and sick and just...blah...I am right now. Allow me to explain:

1) First of all, I'm still sick. I've been hacking my lungs out since pretty much forever, I've developed a slight fever, and now also have a sinus headache -- all of these suggest that the problem is a sinus infection.

2) The higher level of stress than usual on account of a sudden mountain of schoolwork probably doesn't help matters. In fact, it probably explains why I've been sick for the last week and a half to two weeks.

3) I found out the night before last that La Famille's beloved 13 year old black Lab suddenly lost use of his legs and couldn't walk under his own power anymore. The vet tried medicine but it didn't work, so the dog made his very last trip to the vet yesterday afternoon.

La Famille is (quite understandably) not taking it very well. Dad even started talking about how watching the vet do this made him realize how crazy it is that people can't legally choose to die (think Kevorkian) in this country. Without going into long, exceptionally boring details, this is weirder than usual political ramblings even for him.

Me, I mostly feel disoriented over the fact that something that's been around for more than half my life won't be there anymore, and I definitely feel really sad for how my Dad is handling all this (he loved that dog like a third child), but I just feel weirdly blank about the loss of the dog himself.

Given all these combined factors and the fact that I'm running on a maximum of two hours of sleep at the moment, I think I've just hit a wall in terms of how much stress and bad news I can take. I don't feel all weepy, I'm not angry, I basically just don't feel anything. So, until I recover and get my sense of humor back, I'm postponing my reaction posts for at least a couple of days.

As a peace offering (and proof that I still love and haven't forgotten y'all), have more batfic:

Title: Celer, Silens, Mortalis (Part 7)
Authors: mcl4r3n and emerald_skies
Summary: In which Evan gets a raw deal, Nate gets a pleasant surprise, Brad and Walt get dealt one hell of a wild card, and Ray sucks at helping (only not really).

( Much as his officers might bitch and moan about their temporary offices, Nate actually kind of likes being in the courthouse basement... )

Feel free to comment as much as you want (there's no such thing as a too long feedback comment to me), and, of course, enjoy!

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"Men are born to succeed, not to fail..." -- Henry David Thoreau

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Cheers.

Just found Shall We Dance? (yes, the one with J-Lo -- not dead! -- and Richard Gere) on T.V. Am going to actually watch it again because I have nothing better to do and I miss the silly white boy dancing:




In spite of my fangirlish adoration, I still cringe hardcore at this part. WHO LET HIM THINK THIS WAS DANCING?!

ETA: OH MY GOD I FORGOT THIS PART WAS TO JA RULE, IS IT 1998 AGAIN OR SOMETHING?

Oh God, y'all, this movie is so awful, but I can't look away @_@

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"Unbeing dead isn't being alive..." -- e. e. cummings

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Cheers.

Oh man, internets, the most weirdly hilarious thing ever happened to me on the way to my Sports Nutrition class earlier this morning.

Basically, I was walking along with my headphones on but no music playing (I was picking a song) and I overheard this conversation between two girls behind me:

Girl 1: So where should we sit today?
Girl 2: Behind that girl in the seventh row who's always on her laptop [FYI: I always sit in the seventh row of my Sports Nutrition class and am the only person in that row with a laptop]
Girl 1: Okay...why?
Girl 2: Look over her shoulder when we get there. I sit behind her sometimes when you skip, she has a website and she keeps posting pictures of the same guy.
Girl 1: So what? He's probably her boyfriend or something. Is he hot?

(At which point I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting out laughing. I'm amazed they didn't notice the strangled noise that escaped anyway)

Girl 2: Girl, if he is, I want her life. That hot.



So I'm 90% sure they were talking about me. Guess whose pictures I post here a lot? (Hint: I've never posted a picture of Le Boyfriend here. Ever. Mostly because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want me to).

Oh internets, I don't know if they saw my (vividly green) headphones and assumed I couldn't hear anything or just plain didn't recognize me, but I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. Just had to stop in and share that little gem, am now off to do review posts and generally loaf around for the rest of the day.

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"Unseasonable kindness gets no thanks..." -- Thomas Fuller

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Cheers.

Bahahahahaha, oh internets, I am unbelievably amused. I was watching Six Feet Under and I got to episode 2x07 (some of you might already know where this is going) and I was completely blindsided by a hilarious surprise:

( Mid-nineties vintage grunge ahoy! )

My day is officially made and it's not even noon yet. Fan-friggin'-tastic XD

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"Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom..." -- Soren Kierkegaard

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Cheers.

Warnings/Spoilers: M/M sex, Angst, drunken behavior, consensual giving of ones virginity, interracial sexual intimacy.

Oh for fuck's sake, Supernatural fandom, it feels like we JUST HAD THIS DISCUSSION (it was even big bang again). Bigotry is bad, mmkay? I...I don't even know what to say at this juncture, so I'll just be over here beating my head against the wall.



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"There is moderation even in excess..." -- Benjamin Disraeli

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Cheers.

And I'm honestly at a loss for words. When the credits rolled, I literally had this look on my face



And then actually said "What the fuck?" out loud (before I remembered that it's about quarter-'til-godawful o'clock here).

I...I just...how the hell is the show gonna go on after this? I know there's a sixth season in the works, but what's gonna...I don't even...GAHgjdfklhjzglhilthi. I give up, still too gobsmacked to write a coherent post.

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"Sin is whatever obscures the soul..." -- Andre Gide

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Cheers.

* - Yes, I'll probably go back and do write-ups for the necessary episodes, even though I'm not entirely sure when this will take place.

Oh sweet mother of God, internets, do I have the fic rec of a lifetime for you:

In This White Wave I Am Sinking by queeniegalore

It's Brad/Ray (consider who wrote it for a second), it's really long, and it's just...it's beautiful. And this is coming from someone who a) ship Brad/Nate like it's her job and b) reads a lot of fanfic. It's got everything from angst to humor to drunk dialing to the fact that Brad and Ray still bicker like an old married couple even when they're about to fuck (which only comes up after a pretty plausible falling-in-love arc).

It also has the best Poke I think I've ever read (and Rudy just made me smile) and some fantastically funny narrative style, but that's neither here nor there because HOLYCRAPBRAD/RAY. This was my face after I read it



and just before I added it to my Memories. I can't rec this sucker enough.

Anyway, Youtube ganked the video of ASkars's madcap hijinks again, so anyone who hasn't seen it already can find a helpful link here (hxxp://www.mediafire.com/?nijnwmwglk4)*. Trust me, it'll change y'all's lives, it's magical *g*

* - Thanks to luvinjcnjt for the hookup <3

Now to get back to gathering two of every animal (or something) because it's STILL RAINING. Argh.

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"If we don't end war, war will end us..." -- H. G. Wells

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Dear fandom,

Between Racefail 2010, all the crap with ALB, and the GK fandomsecrets fail, I just don't have the spoons to deal with this. There's the transfail, the misogyny, and then the author's likening being called out to being gang-raped.

I can't. I just....can't. I have moved past zombie!Bud; the next person to fuck up on such an epic scale is getting personally walloped upside the head with this:



Words cannot describe how unamused I am. Hell, gifs can't describe how unamused I am (and considering how fluent I am in gifs, that's saying a lot).

I'll just be over here resisting the urge to throw my laptop across the room,
emerald_skies

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"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips..." -- Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Cheers.

All right, I know a bunch of you have probably heard enough (or too much) about this already, but damn it, I just can't stand it. I need to say something.

Supernatural fandom, I'd like a word with you. Or, rather, a select few of you (I know full well that a large portion of the fandom is both sane and awesome).

I. ( The Story (for those who don't know or who aren't aware of all the parts) )

II. ( Some Further Thoughts (may be slightly jumbled, pardon any incoherence) )

III. ( In Closing )

Blergh. Crap like this is why I laugh my fool head off whenever I run across the phrase "post-racial America"/"post-racial society".

As I happen to be sick (the flu, I suspect) and fuzzed up on medicine accordingly, this post will probably go through lots and lots of edits, but know that my basic points remain the same. What are y'all's thoughts on the matter?

ETA: I encourage anyone who wants to to comment and spread the word wherever they see fit. My only request is to try to avoid bullying/personal attacks as much as possible.

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"The first wealth is health..." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Cheers.

P.S - Thanks to eviinsanemonkey for the heads up about this in the first place