while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

After two days, TWO DAYS, I finally got my wireless working again. I'd like to claim in my defence that Shaw was being persnickety, and thus interfered with my troubleshooting, but in the end, it was a bum cable. A BUM CABLE. I didn't even think to switch out the cables with the extras until I reached Cid-level of *!*^@! cursing.

Fail.

In other news, I'm an ungrateful twat. I've trained myself up to an average of 10k a week and suddenly it doesn't seem productive enough. 10k. A WEEK.

What is wrong with you, Blue? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

This icon is becoming more useful than originally anticipated.

1. Candyass
2. Pantomime
3. The Obvious

Stumbling Over Reason
CSI:LV (S7). Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler. NC-17. ~9000 words (!!). For 'nippleplay' on my kink_bingo card.
"You know, you don't have to get me drunk. I'll put out either way."

( Read me. )

Roomie was just in to say goodnight and my email pinged, so, I checked it, right? And it was hilarious because it was yet more spam for BearTrapping.com or whatever, which just makes me giggle these days since I'm all zomg LIEV SCHREIBER every ten seconds.

So, so, I click load images so me and Roomie can see what bears they're pumping out (har) this week and have a giggle or two, and omg, Jesus Christ, the guy that pops up making eyes at us LOOKS LIKE MY BROTHER.

MY BROTHER.

GOD, WHY. WHY.

Dear Supernatural,

Baby, just so you know, if you kill Chuck, we're breaking up.

With fickle love,
Me

I... I think I would write porn for Chuck. So adorable. :x

Just in case anyone was wondering, I am here to say that yes, switching 30,000 words of fic from present to past tense is indeed incredibly time consuming. AND ANNOYING. OMG. >:O

Bitch whine weeble wobble woe.

I have this insane craving for delicious Mexican food. I think I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream about the wonderful teeny taqueria Jess and Miko and I found on our roadtrip back from YCon a couple of years ago. Also, the evil twin was visiting last week, and my brain equates evil twin with California with TACOS.

THEY ARE SO GOOD.

AND I AM HUNGRY. D:

death_bingo. Why do I want to do such horrible things.

( Let me show you my card. )

And somehow, Team Porn has yet again created a mini-series.

1. Candyass
2. Pantomime

The Obvious
CSI (S7). Greg Sanders/Mike Keppler. NC-17. ~5500 words. Gunkink. For 'barebacking' on my kink_bingo card.
Getting accidentally shot isn't high on Greg's list of things to do; getting accidentally shot in a hot, twisted sex game didn't even get an honourable mention.

( Read me. )

My horny neighbour, my loud horny neighbour, transferred in to Roomie's office.

HE WORKS WITH HER. HE OFFERED TO CARPOOL.

WHAT.

This morning, I:

-thankfully learned that I do not have prophetic dreams (I will be less thankful the next time I dream I won the lottery);

-learned that the devil loves my mother because she is the only person in the world that can give you a heart attack and then make you feel guilty about it in exactly one point five minutes;

-discovered that my neighbour's dogs are the Three Stooges of the lupine world, White Fang, Black Fang and Mini Fang (this last one is also known as Yippy Fang);

-further convinced my neighbours that I am a rude troll by opening my door, finding the Three Wolf Stooges on my front step and promptly closing the door again (it should be noted that these are the neighbours that have raucous sex at all hours, and also perhaps that I haven't actually even met them yet, but I do know what he sounds like when he comes).

That's it. I'm done for the day. Time for bed.

ponderosa was playing around with design stuffs the other day and made posters for some of my kink_bingo fics! Which was probably a joint effort attempt at keeping from mumblemumble and not-so-subtly reminding me that my blackout probably isn't going to happen unless I haul ass. I think the blackout might be a lost cause. This makes me sad.

But posters, posters make me happy! Obviously I am biased, but this does not change the fact that they are full of awesome. Yes.



( Bigger versions beneath the cut! Some NSFW language for you cautious peoples. )

"Self," I say, "this not sleeping issue? Is becoming an issue. Stop it."

"Self," my Self says to me, "I would, but I'm too tired to listen to my bitching right now."

Some time ago (once my write started working again) I set myself a goal of 1000 words a day. I figured that was a nice, comfy goal. Room to wiggle. And if I had a shit day, a really, really shit day, 500 would do. But we're talking a lot of shit here. Monumental shit.

And every single day thereafter, even during that godforsaken heatwave, I met it. I did! And some days, I even surpassed it. We're talking like, 4000 words in a day here. That's a lot for me.

SO WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I SHOULD BE WRITING MORE.

In other news, 'room' is also apparently another one of those words that has been ruined for me, but this time I can't blame porn. THANKS, ROOMIE.

And sometimes, I'm not sure if ponderosa's just fucking with me when she says stuff like, "meep. brb. need to put Rorschach's coat back in my coffee."

windsorblue forced, and I mean literally held me down and FORCED me to click on a link to an Eiffel 65 music vid. Never mind that she's in a different country, she totally did. And as the little blue guys are giving themselves head-bopping brain damage, and I cackle over the train wreck I can't look away from, I suddenly remember the old YTV Short Circutz computer animated shorts. You know, the ones they used to play between eps of Reboot and Beast Wars and reruns of Biker Mice from Mars?

I fling links. I have no idea if these are the proper titles, and the quality is crappy on some (aside from the omg-we're-still-kinda-new-at-this-computer-shit), but who cares. The music is either very pretty or very fun, and I claimed Styro as my theme music for awhile. It drove my brother insane. :D

The Pyramid
Breaking the Ice
Windows
Styro the Dog

And I'm not sure if this one is from the YTV batch, but have it anyway. :D Automatic Drums

There are probably half a dozen more at least, like the one at the diner and the record store, and I'm pretty sure I remember a Grecian-flavoured one, too.

Oh, nostalgia.

For years writing GWing, I lost the ability to type 'quarter', instead typing 'Quatre'. Then, 'Sam' eliminated 'same' from my vocabulary.

Finally, I have lost 'cork' as I write a perfectly innocent scene and someone says over dinner, "Would you please stick a cock in it?"

Here I am. Jonesing for porn. Again.

The evil twin is writing porn, but instead of giving me tidbits, she keeps saying things like, "Mike is mean," and "Aha! >:D" which, while scintillating, aren't quite cutting it.

I demand tidbits.

She says, "I HAD AN EVIL IDEA."

I think about mixing myself a drink.

Instead of hanging out with my pal, Jack the Emotional Crutch, I brilliantly say, "Two can play this game, baby!" and never mind she's not the one with the addict jitters.

Breaking open a word doc, I intend to get right down to business. Dirty, dirty business. And then-

Great. The neighbours are having sex. Either that, or the wolf they call a dog is humping the wall, because the wall, it is shaking. Shaking, rattling, and if a wall could roll, it would be.

I'm sorta reluctantly impressed.

About three seconds later, it stops, and I say to the evil twin, "Whew. Alright, well. That's over."

Maybe because I called out to Roomie to tell her I think the neighbours are fucking and now they're too embarrassed to keep their groove on. They probably think I am one rude, uncouth individual.

Either way, I guess the sex wasn't that great.