Right so, I'm on the internets, and I have several tabs of fic from assorted fandoms open, when I realize 'Hey, I haven't checked io9 today!' So I head on over there and I open up four or so tabs of articles. I read a couple and then I get to this one, and the first line gets me totally confused about which tabs are my fic tabs and which are my article tabs. For a minute I was like, 'Pfft! This author is terrible!' And then I was like, 'Maybe it's just the flimsy set up for some very PWP stuff.' And of course that prompted me to keep reading and then I was like ':OOOOOOOh. *facepalm*'

I didn't get much sleep last night, ok?
THIS IS FREAKING ME THE FUCKING SHIT OUT. I'M SO FUCKING NERVOUS, NEVERMIND WHETHER OR NOT THIS IS OPTIONAL. I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE BACKGROUND, I DON'T WANT MY VOICE RECORDED, I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT ME TO THIS INTERLOPING FUCKER. WTF WINCON?!? I AM NOT GOING TO BALTIMORE TO BE GAWKED AT. I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A "POSITIVE" DOCUMENTARY, BEING FILMED BY SOME STRANGER AND THEN DISTRIBUTED TO A BUNCH OF STRANGERS IS NOT THE SAME AS HAVING YOUR FRIEND TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU AT CON.* WHY WERE WE NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS, OH, A FUCKING MONTH AGO WHEN WE STILL HAD THE OPTION OF GETTING A REFUND??

AND WHATEVER!! I'M A CRAZY IRRATIONAL WHORE, BUT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BE A CRAZY IRRATIONAL WHORE A FUCKING MONTH AGO, AND REALIZED THAT NOBODY WANTS MY CRAZY ASS AROUND AND DECIDED NOT TO GO.

I'm so fucking disappointed. I've been crying since I read about it. The rest of my life in the fucking shitter right now and I was really hoping that I would be able to relax and recharge at Wincon.

*The people your friend shows that picture to are more likely to just smile and nod and say something like "You look like you had a good time." Anybody and their fucking dog can watch a fucking movie and the average joe, or even the average other fan out there is much more likely to go "Oh, no wonder these fat ugly crazies don't have lives."
Ppl! I have a skype! E.A. McMullen! Look me up!

Also this is the third night in a row that I have had dreams involving a pregnant Jared Padalecki. Last night it was pretty bad too, because he was all concerned about the baby, but it was a dangerous alien baby or something. I was there with some other chick and we kept giving each other those 'WTF DO WE DO!?!' looks.
So last night I was reading this awesome [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang mpreg fic, and right as Jared goes into stress-induced (and if I'm remembering correctly, premature) labor, THE INTERNET DIES AND I CAN'T CLICK TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING WITH THIS SHIT. So I beseeched the God of the Interwebs to please have mercy on me, His adoring child, and make His face to shine upon me again. And He answered me, "Though I seem mysterious my child, I interfere only in thine own best interest. For verily, it is two in the morning, and thou dost have obligations to attend to very shortly." My schedule comes to me via email, so of course He knew I had to work in the morning. So I got my Marie Antoinette on and replied to Him, "LET THEM WATCH TV!" and He replied, "I know thee better than any my child, and thou wouldst go to work, but with only a moment's rest and what with thou bleeding so profusely, thou wouldst hate Me in the morning and curse My name and be cruel to your fellow man." I swore I wouldn't, I set forth offerings of cupcakes and kittens and signal boosters and posts without anything porn-related in them at all, but His will is strong, and He did not yield. "Go ye to bed, my child, and rest," He cried, "Jared will still be in labor tomorrow!" "HE WILL!?" I cried, dismayed that Jared should be suffering so long. "GO TO BED!!" The God of the Interwebs bellowed. And cowled before His wrath, I went.
Scroll down for the most adorable and awesome tattoo in the history of tattooing. Now I have to have one, godsfuckingdammit.

I got B+ on the exam I had Monday. It's a certifiable miracle, ya'll. I was so horrifically unprepared.

I demand J2!!


It graces my sidebar now!
So finally I am done with work and school for the week, which is good, because I've been puttering around campus and the theater with this big stupid grin on my face, looking like a complete tool while my brain shouts "100% MORE BUTTSEX! ALOE VERA ASSHOLE! DON'T FOLD ME UP! 100% MORE BUTTSEX! 'HONK' SAID THE IMPALA. THEIR LOVE IS SO TRUUUUUE!" at me.

The sum of many a fic.

It is a perfect rainy day for reading squishy-warm fic. ^-^

Is it next year yet?
So. Dreams. Last night I dreamed that See's Candy (MamaGoddess's employer) started selling candy boxes filled with miniature tigers about the size of a hamster. There were also gift wrapped possum-like creatures that were possum sized, and very vicious. MamaGoddess brought a bunch of them home for us to try (???), and none of our tigers or possum-like creatures got along with each other, or with my sister's cat Lola, with whom they were constantly fighting. I remember at one point I was trying to transport them in the car, but I didn't have enough separate containers for them, so I had to put a few tigers in with a possum-thing, and when we arrived at our destination, I found the tiny tigers had been bitten through by the possum thing and were slowing dying. It was very upsetting. That's what I get for looking at vids of baby animals before bed.

Then the night before that, I dreamed I was looking at this post in [livejournal.com profile] winchestercon, and saw that [livejournal.com profile] xtinethepirate had commented on it saying she wanted to buy someone's ticket and I almost peed myself I was so excited. Then I woke up and was extremely bummed out. I actually went and checked that post. This is clearly a sign.

Furthermore, there is a very, very sexy male at my work. We'll call him Gawain, and we'll call him that because I am not the only female at work who has at some point had a dream that featured him in a knight in shining armor role. I think he's an incubus or something.
Ok you guys, I want to be all giggly and excited over that picture of scowly, wintery Jared, but every time I think about that movie, my brain just goes straight to the music video for The Red Strokes. And that is not a good place for anyone's brain to be.
So, took Fedora and Alejandro to see Live Free or Die Hard. It was hilarious, as expected, but they had a trailer for No Country For Old Men. It completely freaked me out, and here's why:

a) I haven't read it, but Cormac McCarthy also wrote Blood Meridian, which I read in my lit class last semester. My teacher kept going on about how the violence in it is useful as a means to shock people into the realities of war. That might be true for Joe Sixpack driving his SUV and leading his catatonic life, but for a Buddhist/Wiccan from a military family with schizotypal disorder and an internet connection (me), it was just scrubbing lemon wedges across open wounds.

b) I haven't seen Jeffery Dean Morgan in anything other than Supernatural. Papa Winchester is what I have in my head when I see him. And Javier Bardem looks so very much like him in the trailer. At least to me.

So yeah, I nearly peed my pants.
The following is a reenactment, due to the lack (theft) of digital camera. )

And then I went to work, where I saw some Mike-ass. So that was good.

and now...

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VICTORY!!

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