Oh, fuck it.

Big long post just got eaten by LJ. *growls*

Short version:

Jenny from L-Word has a shocking resemblance to Katie M (the first girl I kissed). It's not just the dark hair and the mousy features, it's also the passive-aggressive, manipulative game-playing. (I had a big long rant, but I doubt it really needs to be said.)

celli just rec'ed a great piece of Casey-smut, Six Stories About Five Blowjobs. I haven't had time to read it all, but so far, it's *great*.

Poetry spam

I want to spam LJ because it's early morning and I don't want to work.

I don't have a lot of fannish stuff around my desk at work. I have a Casey/Dan background (pale and non-slashy enough that it doesn't raise any eyebrows), I have a Christmas picture of Lex (a gift from a friend), I have a newspaper article on Rob Lowe (because it came with a big colour picture), and I have a poem by Shel Silverstein.

Listen to the MUSTN'TS child,
Listen to the DON'TS,
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS.
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child
ANYTHING can be.

Native New Yorker

Have come to a decision/realisation. My Danny is a native New Yorker.

See, this has always bugged me. That Danny says in the pilot that he's lived his entire life in New York, and yet Natalie refers to him being from Connecticut.

So, I'm thinking that Danny grew up in New York, and his parents moved after Sam. I think Sam was the youngest (theoretically, I think David's oldest, then Dan's sister, then Dan and then Sam) and that after Sam's death and Danny going to college, they didn't have any more kids at home. Plus, there's the whole moving away from bad memories, and I could just imagine most of Sam's stuff being in storage (up in the attic, or something).

So, I'm imagining Jacob and his wife living in a house in Connecticut, with at least one guest bedroom (maybe two... a three-bedroom house, probably).

Basically, Dan's grown up in New York, but his parents have lived in Connecticut since he was 17/18. (ie. the last decade). Dan went away for college (Dartmouth), then worked for a couple years, then spent a couple years in Dallas, and then came back to New York again. But, generally, he's spent a handful of years out of New York, and the rest in it.

I'm waiting to see if there's any logical fallacies in that theory. (Yes. This is what I'm thinking about instead of working. Don't wanna be here, so of course, today is *dragging*.)

SN Ficlet: I'm Somebody's Fetish

SN snippet, because I don't want to work. (I do, however, almost want this t-shirt.)

( I'm Somebody's Fetish )

(no subject)

I've changed my mind. I think laylee's right. Dan actually grew up in Des Moines, Iowa.

Creepy rec

Oh, man. It's three in the afternoon and I'm totally creeped out. I've gotten used to the snark and smut of SN. I should have been far more wary of reading Jenn's latest fic, Colder in my Skin (It's a two parter: one and two).

It's QaFUS. It's Brian/Justin.

It's vampirefic. It's a cliche.

It shouldn't be that damn scary! *shudders*

But it is. It just... totally freaked me out. So, I mean, if you're more into horror, or not a total wuss like me, check it out. It's *good*.

If you are like me... maybe save yourself the horrifying fascination, and go read something nice and comforting instead.

(And, if you have any pity, rec me something warm and fuzzy, because my head is now full of angst, pain, blood and death, with a good does of obsession and lust mixed in. I should have known better than to freak myself out.)

Oops.

I lost my class. I was in the lecture, and then when everybody streamed out to go to the tutorial, I went to the room. But, there's no class.

Damn.

I guess it's time for an early night. Oh well, it's not like I was paying much attention anyway. I left my notebook at home, and I spent more time writing out SN fic than taking notes.

(On the good side, I picked up tickets to Sarah Kendall's show next Tuesday. I didn't realise until I got to the front of the line that it was cash or credit card only, no EFTPOS, so I was seriously lucky that I had the exact amount, $32, in my purse.)

ETA: Do I stick around and see if class starts at 7.30pm? Or do I dash to the station for the 7.35 train? Decisions, decisions. Fine, I'm flipping a coin... Heads, class. Tails, train.

...You know, I just realised I don't have a coin. I spent it on the tickets. *sigh* I'll wait around for class.

ETA2: You guys know about my neck thing, right? The way that... I just lust after necks. Can't explain it, can't describe it; just do. scrunchy has a Josh Charles icon that just reduced me to a pool of lustful goo. ( Humina. )

WIP: homophobic missing scenes

Couldn't find the class, and came back to the computer lab to type up my fic notes. I'm posting this publicly mainly because private posts on these computers don't always show when I get home (and also because it means that linabean can read the missing sections, since I feel a bit lousy about sending her a fic draft to read through with a couple of the scenes just pencilled in).

So, basically, I'm posting it so I can access it later.

This now brings my slash count up to subtexty goodness, and my word count up to 9000. (And, I've got another 700 words in my notebook, and still nothing definite. I may end up reaching Shelley's longfic wordcount on a fic with no plot. Huh. That's a scary thought.)

( Missing scenes for the SN Homophobic fic )

And now, time to go home!