i'm a pixel here, myself

Be it known that I am watching at work again because I can't stand not being able to read my flist. You lot are a bad influence!

Also, beware: this gets less and less coherent as the ep goes on. I make no apologies, though, because HOLY SHIT was this a flail-y ep.

( supernatural 1.21 salvation )

I don't know -- is it Thursday? ::grin:: You lot are *insane* on this day. Which is rough, because I have rehearsal (yes, AGAIN) and will not be able to see the show tonight. HOWEVER! I have gone through the necessary hoops to miss rehearsal next week so's I can catch the finale. Wow, next week is The Season Finale. Wow.

Okay, um. Right. So thank you to everyone who voted in my poll; winterlive and I have come up with an Idea that will work; the next step is to actually *write* the thing, which is scarier than it sounds because ack! Self-insertion! Of course, what with it already being AU, I feel no shame about looking a bit different, or being able to do things I can't, or whatnot. Fic!me will not be a carbon copy of real!me, that's for sure. For starters, I can't [SPOILER] in real life. :D

There may be a present for a bunch of you later this afternoon. One I'm roughly three weeks late in delivering -- oops! And then I can work on the Birthday Echo responses I currently owe to hard_death and dopplegl.

What are your favorite things about Supernatural? Top fives, people.

So there's this show some of you may have heard of, Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Danny finally guilted me into downloading, and s1 just finished last night. I just mainlined 1.01 and 1.02 and I've gotta say: the acting gets better, yes? I mean, really.

That said, I think this one's a keeper, folks. Dammit. ::goes to download s2-s7:: Because, you know, I needed a new-to-me fandom. ::sigh:: Make with the recs, people. To answer Danny's question (whether I prefer Angel or Xander): it's a tie. How 'bout we just slash 'em together?

Also, new tag. I can't help myself!

( supernatural 1.20 dead man's blood )

In summary: HOLY SHIT.

They turned on the air conditioning at work, people. It is 55 degrees outside. Here's the thing: I tend to always be warm (or overheated) because my body functions like a damn *furnace*. But when it's not even 60 and the A/C is on? That's just too much. I've got my sweater on at 1:30pm. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, for serious.

I seemed to have opened up a bigger can of worms than I intended, re: the boys, Southernness, and all the everything that comes with that. That was definitely *not* my intent; I'd meant that whole thing in a "for my edification" kind of way, and really as a way to come to grips *myself* with some of the things that I hadn't expected in an increasing percentage of the fic I've been reading. As usual, it turns out I'm causing trouble. My bad!

dopplegl did make me rewrite the ending of the smutbox story, but he was right, and I like it better that way, anyway. Up next: beta hell. No, seriously, it'll need work, so that'll take at least a couple days after the beta comes back, and then the *second* beta (because yes, I am that lame about challenge fic), and *then* I get to nag Caleb about the art :D

lucylooo [picspammed] with John Bregar for me, and ♥♥♥.

There is new Supernatural this week and I have to be part of an audition! WOE. I swear, I am *thisclose* to buying a VCR. (the reason I haven't yet is that I don't have cable and my antenna signal redefines crappy; the downloads are uniformly higher quality than what shows up on my TV) Come tell me good things about your days, because for most of you the workday is over!

Because I have a habit of speaking too soon, I am not going to say that the full first draft of my smutbox story is done. Especially since I expect dopplegl will tell me to expand the end, which will suck. Still, it's currently about 3300 words, which is practically an encyclopedia for me. Huzzah.

After that, I watched Firefly 1.08 "Out Of Gas" because I *still* have not worked my way through the whole series yet, and I can't see the movie until I finish the series. I forgot how much I like that show -- and exactly how much I would not get involved in fandom with it. I like it too much to do that -- does that make sense? It's like I think the show was good enough on its own that I don't need to tinker with anything, and I see no real slash pairings I would consider writing. I don't even know that there are slash pairings I would consider *reading*. It's not so much that I consider it sacred or anything (I've never been a part of the Cult of Whedon), just that I find it immenseley satisfying in and of itself, and don't see any of the loose ends or tension that usually causes me to go into hyper slasher mode. (yes, I can see arguments for Mal/Simon, Mal/Jayne, Simon/Jayne, Inara/Kaylee, and Zoe/anyone, but I have no desire to read or write them) The episode was a good one, as they all have been so far, but I felt the narrative flow wasn't as clear as it could have been. That was probably intentional, so I'm not entirely sure I support that decision. Also, I [heart] Zoe and Wash like whoa. I should also reiterate, as I did to the roommate, that there isn't a single character on this show I don't love (except River, who I just kind of *like*, mostly because we haven't seen a whole lot of her as of 1.08).

Wow, that was more thinky and more meta than I intended to be just before midnight on a Saturday. I thought about watching another episode, but it's late(-ish... it is a Saturday after all) and I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. What a novel concept!

ETA: Reminder! [Birthday Echo Challenge Redux] stories should be done in a week! (um, only because that's my birthday -- if you get 'em in late, I won't mind :D)

First things first: spn_live west coast edition managed over 200 comments (218 and counting as of right now), so estrella30 and azewewish owe the collective west coast group some porn! I asked dopplegl if he thought that they'd give us porn in proportion to their demands (i.e. we nearly *quadrupled* what Nan asked for, so would she write four things?) and he said probably not. OH WELL. We'll take what we can get!

Right. On to the recap!

( supernatural 1.19 provenance )

Theoretically the main benefit of staying home from rehearsal last night was getting to watch Idol. In *reality*, the benefit was writing more smutbox. Of course, for a large chunk of the night I was writing to people "I fail at porn -- I made cookies instead", which was true. [Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies], in fact. I had two of them for breakfast, because I'm a bad person.

But after that, I sat down and more than doubled the length of my smutbox story in an AIM chat with dopplegl, so that's good. Of course, I'm 1300 words in and there IS STILL NO PORN. So in a sense, I do fail at porn. Sigh.

Still at least marginally sick -- I think the real sore throat is going to pop up tomorrow. I just hope it doesn't happen tonight, because I'm going to be the only one on my voice part, so I *have* to go to rehearsal. And in that vein, good news: I don't have rehearsal tomorrow, so I can watch SPN *as it happens*, not in downloaded format. ::dances::

The boss is out at some meeting, and he seems very rushed and harried. I didn't like the sound of his "I'll come find you later."

( supernatural 1.18 whateverthefuck this one is called )

Dean had some line that I heard and said "that's the most Dean thing I've ever heard", but since it's been two and a half hours, I can't remember what it was. Drat. Maybe someone else will remember it?

The title of this post *should* be "how to sneak an ep of SPN during work hours without your boss finding out."

( supernatural 1.17 hell house )

Summary: I love this show. No, really. Totally and completely in love with it.

NOW I GET TO GO READ ALL YOUR POSTS OMG.

a. New Supernatural tonight! Too bad I'll be in rehearsal. I hear the torrents go up fast, which is nice.

b. FRE made me watch ANTM last night. ( cut because mcee thinks I'm a big spoiling meanie ) And the short bleach-blond photoshoot guy is still hot, no matter what thelionforreal says. It's in a very makeupified pretty way, but yeah. ::is shallow::

c. S came home last night and said "I think I left my cell phone on the train." ::headdesk:: Good move, girl -- you're in a new place, with only that and email as the ways to contact you, and you lose the phone? Eesh. Half an hour later, S's mother called, as she'd been called by the conductor who picked up the phone. Fortunately, they're holding her phone at the big Caltrain station in San Jose, so she's going to go down there and pick it up.

d. Is fandom back to being its happy shiny self? ::hopes::

e. Had a hilarious discussion with dopplegl about our smutbox entry. Hee. Makes me laugh just thinking about it. But I'll be able to start that on the train to rehearsal tonight, which is good. Also, dear highschoolery readers: smutbox has a deadline, so it's going to get more of my writing time than highschoolery. That said, I have ideas for highschoolery and will be putting them together as soon as I have a free moment or seven. Likely not until Sunday, sadly.

So, Idol results are ( behind the cut )

And now it's time for the ( lamest show on earth )

So tonight the Idol finalists took on songs of the 1950s with... Barry Manilow? Yeah, whatever. He was kind of cute being all excited for the kids, but I'm kind of eh on him.

( and away we go! )