You Guise! New Torchwood coming July 20th! I don't rightly know if anyone cares but -points at trailer and flails-.



Hai thar quarter second clip of Jack and Ianto making out :D. It's nice to see you again. I know where I'm going to be July 20-24 from 9-10 at night (and it won't be working on my JulNoNovel, either).

In other news, I got a delicious account. It's so cute and helpful. I'm not too savvy on the etiquette of it, though. Is it okay to tag yourself? What if somebody else tags you first and you just want to save it to be egotistical? Which reads as totally uncool on screen, but I totally want to do it anyways :s.

I finished 1 of my prompts for rounds_of_kink and posted it yesterday. Now I only have 1 1/2 more prompts to fill :D. Making progress! Fandom hardcore owns my life (and I love it).

Livejournal sent me a message today: "psychedelicammo's birthday is coming up on June 04! " Hee, I was at least partially aware, but thanks for the reminder :D.

In other news, I picked up another prompt at rounds_of_kink. This one is for the Star Trek XI, though. The others are for Heroes and I'm fucked. About a half of a Heroes prompt (I agreed to write two) is finished, it's due on the 3rd. I have a hunch that one's going to be late because I have absolutely no will to write anything that isn't Kirk/Spock. Yeah, I'm a freak. So what?

It's too good and I'm a little addicted. It's so good that Spork!love is compelling me to rotate in a new batch of icons, which is so lame it needs a cane. But I will forgive Spork. After all it is the original OTP, but more of that later. For now I leave you with this gem (Watch to the end FTW):



Now I'm gonna go back and play on st_xi_kink because it's like crack and cat nip and gold all rolled up schmoopy, porntastic love.

I feel shitty for feeling shitty for being home. It's shitty. It's weird being home and I'll adjust soon enough, but for right now I feel a little out of place. Or maybe it's too in place. I don't know which but it makes my chest tight, my brain thump and sleep impossible.

I love being home for the people here, but I'd be just as happy(-ier?) if I could magically teleport us all to Boston. Abracadabra anyone?

The internet at home is fucked, or Dorothy is fucked. I doubt she's the problem if I'm on at Juice 'n' Java, but whatevs Time Warner, we'll chat in person tomorrow. So I feel a Heroes Marathon coming on. Maybe I'll have a good cry, write some fanfiction and finally move past this emo bullshit.

Maybe. Sometimes feelings are a hassle.

Going on my now nearly nightly trek to Delicious I stumbled across this gem; behold Facebook for Parents. It's a guide for loving parents on how to facebook stalk their children. The creators (Fogg & Phillips) will be teaching a class at Standford about facebook. Now isn't that special?

So I was fucking around the internet, as folks like me are apt to do, and I found this. Fanazi is stalking my shit and it is weird.