Pan-fandom baby with a taste for the macabre

Dear Moonlight:

2008-05-17T01:45:30Z

Fine. It has to be said: best Cleaner EVER. You are totes like the awful boyfriend that forgets my birthday but then brings me a dozen red roses three days later, I swear.

Still more willing to watch Melinda Gordon have overwrought familial angst.

2008-05-17T00:20:27Z

Mostly on account of how I've flipped around to respecting the shit out of Jennifer Love Hewitt without quite being able to account for when and it takes a break from the melodrama every now and again to show a married couple having a functional relationship. And because her brother is insanely smoking hot, but still. Yes, nice abs and a willingness to put your actress into solid white pants after she was publicly accused of having a fat ass are really all that it takes to beat out my fannish problem children right now.

Which means that I am working my way around to saying that I've had my first bunny for Supernatural in months and I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. It should tell me that it's the beginning of the end when every bunny that I have is about fixing what the show fucked up (I've already mentioned that in my head, Victor is still alive) and I know damned well that spoilers are heading in the other direction, but I can't get it out of my head. Mylifeissosparklyandhard.

Last episode of Moonlight ever tonight, unless it should get picked up by the CW. I'll watch, but I'm not sure that I'll mourn, mostly because the show that came back from hiatus was not the show that went out on it. That show featured a Beth that I liked again, realistic complications to the Mick/Beth relationship, and several arcs that would kick ass straight through the end of the season. The show that came back made me hate most of the characters, and that tends to be a bit of a problem.

I was going to go see Narnia tonight, but instead I think that I shall try to bang out the last chapter of BBS instead. It's become my darling; I'm having trouble letting it go. And after that, paperwork for Safety School and mightily resisting the urge to write an essay on Melinda Gordon as unlikely Feminist Final Girl. (I know, I don't know what this thing is about me trying to insert depth into my favorite trash, but all of the males are unquestionably satellites around her-in other words, after two or three seasons, there has yet to be a Spike-and she kicks ass while wearing the prettiest, laciest fashions that you have ever seen.)

For srsly, I need to be allowed to stab people in the face.

2008-05-16T23:21:11Z

Huckabee makes a joke about a gun being pointed at Obama during a speech.

Stay classy, asshole.

Okay, the SPARKLES analogy does make it better. But only a little.

2008-05-16T16:01:59Z

Okay, so BFF called me a few days ago wanting to know my opinion on the Twilight books that she foisted on me by claiming, "They're like good fanfiction!" (They're like fanfiction, all right. Meyer would have cleaned up on the Pit of Voles.) Which put me in the awkward position of finding a way to say, "I liked Original Recipe Jacob! Let's talk about nothing else in this world at all except for Original Recipe Jacob!" Seriously, y'all. If I was still a fifteen year-old with self-esteem issues (I hit 5'6" and my adult weight while all of the other girls were still five foot flat and pushing at hundred pounds, I can tell you Sasquatch stories) and why don't the boys like me and will my feet ever stop growing and all that I really want is a sparkly vampire prince to come make out with me, I would be all over these books. Like white on goddamned rice. But I'm not, so I spent the first book so painfully bored, the second book gape-mouthed with horror (the gender dynamics...I just...I think that there were a few trauma blackouts in there), and finally got through the third by buying a six-pack, locking myself in my room, and saying, "All right. Two go in, one comes out. Welcome to Thunderdome."

Yeah, I might be saying that these books are a little bit of awful.

However.

Sometimes, a fucking hysterical review can make up for that

Firstly, secondly, thirdly

2008-05-15T02:18:27Z

Firstly: I think that I have a new favorite show. And I now have reasons to love it beyond a fascination with Matthew Gray Grubler's cheekbones and/or amusement with the fact that the show keeps insisting that he's geeky/unattractive when that is seriously the most amazing bone structure that I have ever seen.

So, basically this episode was 44 minutes of personal identity theory and deterrence vs. punishment as dueling legal theories. I have little patience for the punishment theory, anyway, but it gets even more skeevy and complicated when when it's not even clear that the person inside remembers what s/he did. If they don't understand why they're being punished (would this even put Criminal of the Week as eligible for the death penalty? Someone with greater legal experience will have to enlighten me), then it becomes even more explicitly about satisfying bloodlust.

And it was played out beautifully. The only false note was Hotch's earning mercy comment. Uh, boo, that's not really how mercy works. If you earn it, it's justice. Mercy is a gift. But that I can only come up with that little quibble? Hi, new favorite show, delighted to meet you.

Damn you, magdalyna.

Secondly: American Idol's results were not even a little bit suspenseful tonight, so let's get to the real issue. In the vampire AU, Syesha's natural hair, or the bob that she was rocking tonight? These are the important decisions that America faces.

Thirdly: handcuff sex. I dunno, just as a general good note to go out on.

American Idol Fic: Black Bird Singing 8/13

2008-05-14T15:10:34Z

TITLE: Black Bird Singing
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17 eventually
SPOILERS: Uh. This is AU. This is deeply, deeply AU. No one has wings, that’s about as much contact with “canon” as it actually has.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook.
SUMMARY: Somewhere, Michael’s life went wrong, and he’s not entirely sure where.

Even though Michael did not drink another drop that night, he still woke up with a pounding headache and a deep and inescapable sense that something had gone wrong without his knowledge.

Grar. Back to fannishness.

2008-05-14T14:36:17Z

For those on my flist so interested, my Dean/Victor essay is up here.

My God.

2008-05-14T12:59:08Z

United States drugs detainees for deportation against their will.

Is it time for a revolution yet? Are we ready to admit that?

I don't want kids. I don't need these biological torture devices.

2008-05-14T00:02:35Z

Oh, my God, today was horrific. I get mild cramps for about three days before my period, and moderate to severe ones for the first day and a half afterwards. I have not had cramps as bad as I had today for at least five years. I had to go home two hours early, finally, because I went through six (!!!) Excedrin from the time I got there to the time I gave up without making so much as a dent. And there there things like new policies turning into clusterfucks roughly two hours after we were all told that they would absolutely not be clusterfucks, and yeah. I was delighted to be out of there.

And yet, when I got home, there were strawberry milkshake Oreos. Which, I warn you now, are made of crack.

EDIT: Wait, Moonlight has been officially cancelled? I've loathed every episode that's aired since it came back, so I'm of mixed feelings there (way to completely waste every single weighty arc that you were setting up, guys), but I thought for sure that outstanding demographics and being an actual award winner would be enough to overcome those iffy overall numbers. Wow, I'm shocked.

Also, I will never buy David Archuleta's album, but he already looks about eighty thousand degrees more relaxed than he ever has before on this show. Poor kid.

American Idol Fic: Black Bird Singing 7/13

2008-05-13T02:07:20Z

Damnit, I wish that this idea had bitten me in November. I totally would have whupped NaNo's ass with it. It's absolutely pouring out of me at this point.

TITLE: Black Bird Singing
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17 eventually
SPOILERS: Uh. This is AU. This is deeply, deeply AU. No one has wings, that’s about as much contact with “canon” as it actually has.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook.
SUMMARY: Somewhere, Michael’s life went wrong, and he’s not entirely sure where.

Michael did not think that he had ever scrutinized his apartment as an outsider would see it before.

Randomosity, and a fic rec.

2008-05-12T02:49:56Z

I had Commencement Two, Electric Boogaloo last night. I think that I forgot to mention it; hell, I nearly forgotten about it altogether. (I requested my tickets on the day of the deadline.) It was...strange. My real commencement was cancelled for the prediction of bad weather in December, so they stuck everyone from Fall 2007 who wanted to try again in with the Masters graduates and played it by ear. It was odd. I was on campus for most of the day, anyway, faffing about and discussing The Situation with my two favorite professors, so I got to see a few of my friends graduate with their normal classes, anyway, but on the whole it was very disjointed. I've been holding down a full time job and looking towards grad school for five months now, I'm kind of past the emotional milestone that commencement is supposed to mean.

On The Situation: after being told that Second Choice is ranked so low that I'd only be employable regionally, anyway, I said fuck it and went with the safety school that's willing to give me hop in circles kind of money and has some pretty damned impressive employment stats for a place that's not even within shouting distance of being ranked. I mean, we're talking successful Ph.D.s finding employment within nine months and tenure track within three to four years kind of successful, so I'll go with it. (And I proved last night that my emotional fragility of the past year has not been entirely situational, since I still managed to have a panic attack and crying jag for no apparent reason at about four in the morning, so maybe doing two cross-country moves in the span of a year is a bad plan.) Because, yes, ladies and gentlemen, I do still intend to reapply to Mildly Shady Inside Job school in the fall.

Fannishly: zelda_zee has been writing an amazing pirates AU for Lost, and you are surely missing out if you are even a casual fan of the show and have not been reading it. Under the Blood Red Flag (link goes to the latest part, further links there can take you to the beginning). It's Desmond/Sayid and everything that an AU should be.

Only quasi-fannishly: I was planning a road trip to a, uh, certain concert when I was still planning on moving to Florida. And then I was bummed when it briefly looked like I was going to be going to South Carolina, because the closest that the tour was coming was North Carolina, and I am not even joking when I say that I'm spatially retarded, guys. That could not have happened. But now they're going to be at the Ford Center! The first Thursday of the fall semester, goddamnit.

Here's how it goes:

2008-05-10T17:37:24Z

Breathe in, breathe out, I think that the grad school situation is going to be okay. I owe the graduate director at my second choice my very soul, and things are going to be okay. I also found an apartment of kickass ($600 a month for everything, literally across the street from the campus), and it's going. To be. Okay.

My God, you have no idea how much I've sweat over the past two days to get to a point where I could say that.

Fannishly: I might have, in my very bestest measured and diplomatic academic tones, ripped Kripke a new asshole via the CW. Hell, I tried to honey up the medicine with the first letter, right after Victor, when the strike was still going on and there was a chance that enough letters just might get him to listen. Now I'm just pissed.

Moonlight made me laugh last night, though I don't think that it intended to. (And I also watched Ghost Whisperer and wondered if I'm contrary enough to write porn where Melinda's husband completely adores her eats-like-a-real-girl ass, and the answer is: oh, I am totally contrary enough.) Oh, you trashy little show. Was there any point to Josh at all, then? Though I am totally cracking up at the thought of Mick being the one in an established relationship while Beth's attention is being pulled away by a mysterious new interloper. That's what we call karma, son. (None of that is spoilery, fear not, that's just my ability to detect three week-old television tropes on a show that rolls around in its cliches with great glee.)

David Archuleta's father has been banned from rehearsals.

Wow. I am not interested in this kid's brand of music in the slightest, but I've never been able to even really dislike, let alone hate, him, because he's always seemed so damned anxious. Like he was afraid that he was going to be cattle-prodded for missing a note or something. I really hope that he's able to get into a good college and get away soon.

American Idol Fic: Black Bird Singing 6/13

2008-05-10T02:19:50Z

TITLE: Black Bird Singing
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17 eventually
SPOILERS: Uh. This is AU. This is deeply, deeply AU. No one has wings, that’s about as much contact with “canon” as it actually has.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook.
SUMMARY: Somewhere, Michael’s life went wrong, and he’s not entirely sure where.

Beth did not call for his presence the next morning.

So. Supernatural.

2008-05-10T00:44:18Z

Wow. Really.

Wow.

Thank you, Supernatural, for reminding me one more time why my personal canon ends with Victor's death, and picks up again in my head with him miraculously surviving, scaring the shit out of Dean when he reappears, and then making Dean wonder when the hell he became the peacemaker when Victor and Bela inevitably fight. (Sam, as always, points and laughs.)

I dealt with Lost last year because SPN was getting it so right. I dealt with SPN at the beginning of this season because Lost was getting it so right. When they both get their skank on at the same time? I cannot cope. The brotherly devotion at the heart of SPN now actually functions to irritate me in the same way that Sawyer's slow and lightly handled slide over into Big Damn Hero irritates me on Lost: if you can get this one thing so very right, how can you be made of such utter fail everywhere else?

Sigh. So it looks like I'm down to good television on hiatus (SCC), and trashy television that makes me happy all the same (Prison Break, AI, Moonlight). Anyone want to regress to their inner thirteen year-old and talk about how hot Melinda Gordon's brother is with me?

A request to all SPN types on my flist:

2008-05-08T14:40:27Z

Yeah, this whole not knowing where I'm going to grad school as of early May? Will never not be surreal. Half of UF's staff is leaving in the next year, they probably won't be replaced, we can officially put a big sign up there reading "Clusterfuck". OU has renewed their fellowship offer to me (which made me run in circles and scream like a crazy person this morning); since the one year or at most MA plan is still in effect, I'm thinking on it very strongly. USC's graduate director is poking around and will have an answer by Monday, but it doesn't look promising. God, I'm glad that I didn't sign a lease already.

Anyway. As promised, that SPN question. I'm already about a thousand years late on my Dean/Victor essay, but I won't be able to permanently cut ties with the show until I'm done, so: for those of you who have the S2 DVDs, which disc has "Folsom Prison Blues" on it? I need to transcribe a few things before I can call it done, and Demian is so spinningingly, batshittingly crazy (not to mention having a real hate-on for Victor 'cause he, you know, pulled out all the stops to halt men that he thought were mass-murderers) that I really don't trust him.

I have received my apocalyptothon assignment, and the prompt that I love the most is a fandom that I'm just barely involved in, but, oh, it makes me giggle like a crazy person.

American Idol Fic: Black Bird Singing 5/13

2008-05-08T01:44:19Z

TITLE: Black Bird Singing
AUTHOR: Mari
RATING: NC-17 eventually
SPOILERS: Uh. This is AU. This is deeply, deeply AU. No one has wings, that’s about as much contact with “canon” as it actually has.
PAIRING: Michael Johns/David Cook.
SUMMARY: Somewhere, Michael’s life went wrong, and he’s not entirely sure where.

Michael could think of many far less pleasant ways to spend his day other than lying around his apartment and doing his best imitation of a slug.

Update on the situation

2008-05-07T19:30:38Z

I emailed Professor-So-Canadian-That-He's-Almost-British and apprised me of what was going on. His first response was, I quote, "Holy fucking shit." and his second response was to advise me to make plans to get the fuck out of Dodge as soon as I possibly can, because I might as well go to OU for all UF is going to be good for me by the time that it's over (and at OU I would have a much bigger budget, FUCK).

I was taking a mental health day, anyway, to look for apartments and deal with things, but Professor SCTHAB also advised me to buy booze. I'm putting my shoes on now.

I think that I can sum it up with "Ugh"

2008-05-07T00:21:45Z

devildoll on why I can't watch horse racing any more.

I got my first horse when I was five. He was a big Quarter Horse palomino named Gabby, he was way too much for me, he was mostly my father's horse, and he went on his way quickly. (The last I heard, he was being used by a physically disabled woman as an endurance horse, perfect for a big oaf who could work forever but hated being told to go fast.) My next horse was when I was seven. She was a Shetland/Welsh crossbreed named Beauty, she was jet black and had to have her mane shaved off every summer because she was susceptible to a specific kind of skin infection, and I loved her so hard that it still brings tears to my eyes to talk about her. She was barn-sour once with every new rider that she met, and once you passed that test she would guard you with her life. She never once threw me. She came back to me every time that I fell, and one time when I cinched the saddle wrong and it slid sideways on me when I was alone (and she could have killed me by spooking), she stood still and grazed until I untangled myself. When I got too big for her, I gave her to another little girl. She's probably dead now, of old age, I hope. (She was twelve when she came to me.) After that, there was April. Her registered name was April Fool, on account of her birthday, and she was one of those crazy Thoroughbreds that you supposedly can't teach anything to. I bought her for $500 dollars as a weanling (I saved for a whole year, convinced that I was going to buy a Chincoteague pony). I was eleven. She was a spaz, but she was still the smartest horse that I have ever met in my life. Her mother had been a racehorse, and had been blessed enough to both come off of the track physically and mentally sound after a disappointing career and be bought by a woman who wanted a buddy and a brood mare. I sold April when she was three. She was only green-broke, and way too hot for me to finish the job. She went to a friend of my mom's. He waited until she was five and her skeleton was finished forming before he began to train her to show-jump. (I started lunging her over bitty hurdles that she could skip over as a yearling.) He's in Kansas now. He still has her. Mamacita was last. The vet estimated that she was about ten; she had no records. She got her name because I could not think of anything else while she had a foal, and she started to answer to it. She was neglected. She was desperately underweight. She flat-out did not know what to do with affection. Eventually she went to one of my mom's friends, as well, but by the end she could stand still for hour while someone scritched the underside of her neck.

My mother got her first horse at fifteen. Her name was Susie. My mother had her until she died. When I was seven, she bought another horse, oh-so-originally named Midnight. We still have Midnight today. She was five when my mother bought her. She had also been abused, and badly. She was a good three hundred pounds underweight and a total mess psychologically. Someone had used a twitch (a loop of chain that's twisted around the horse's upper lip to keep their attention when they're being clipped or having their hooves trimmed; when it's used there and there alone, and used correctly, it's not painful or particularly frightening) on her ears. While she's all right now, over fifteen years later, when we first got her it was all that we could do to put a halter or a bridle on her. (She still has to use a hackamore or a nice easy snaffle or else she'll go into the equine version of a 'Nam flashback; I shudder to think of what kind of bits were actually used on her.) It was three years before anyone could trim her bridle path, however.

My brother has only had one horse. Her name is Moose, on account of how she was dark brown when she was born and had enormous ears. She's since lightened into a deep and beautiful blood bay. She's Midnight's only child. We've had her since the day that she was born, and she doesn't understand that she's a horse. There are three basketballs out in the pasture that she kicks around as her favorite toys. If you set anything down, she will pick it up in her mouth and run away with it. She's six years old; she has never been to a formal trainer. She has never needed one. Moose doesn't fear people. The only problems that anyone has ever had while on her back have been because she simply does understand what's wanted of her. As soon as she figures that out, she's gold.

I'm writing this because that's not meat that's running around that track and dying while people bet on them. They're complex minds, distinct personalities, and due to the way that the horse-racing industry is set up, they're babies.

For those of you who don't think that we're actually in a recession yet:

2008-05-06T23:39:58Z

My university just cut the entire Ph.D. department. The entire thing. I'm being grandfathered in, but my class is going to be the last one ever.

ETA: Three emails of UTTER PANIC later, it's since been clarified to just my department, so far as I can tell at this point, but dude. DUDE. This is a ranked department. This is a Top Fifty department. If this shit is happening here, what the hell is going on elsewhere?

Things Wot Make Me Happy

2008-05-05T23:25:53Z

Because today has otherwise been a day of "This is where the Terminators are going to come from, this shit right here." Short version? In addition to UFL's total indifference to me, I have somehow lost my proof of car insurance, and the site managed to conjure up an amazing new glitch just for me that the customer service representative I finally caved and called had never seen before, so it's being mailed to me. Hope I don't get pulled over before then!

1. According to sparky77, Rhodey and Pepper should totally solve the problem of keeping Tony out of trouble by tying him to a bed. I lost the capacity for linear thought for about an hour and a half.

2. There is in existence a movie called Lies and Alibis which features James Marsden being an assassin and/or all around bad dude, an ubercompetent lady detective who is so a H!ITG face for me, and Rebecca Romjin being so gorgeous and badass that she must be a Cylon. I approve of all of these things.

3. A Scrubs rerun is about to come on. The closest thing to a show that I just gobble up like candy, don't think about when it's off, and am made hand-clappingly happy over, is this show right here.

4. Until you've had good beer, you don't realize what weak-ass shit Miller actually is. This makes the happy list because I immediately spit it out and opened a Red Stripe instead. HI I LOVE DAYS OFF.

5. A day off. Like I said.

6. There is no six.

7. The only thing that's keeping me from writing either Tony/SPOILER OF KICKASS or Tony/Pepper/Rhodey right now is the fact that, outside of continuing progress on BBS (WHICH IS SO TRASHY I LOVE IT OMG), is that I haven't finished the "Kelly Clarkson and Mandy Moore have a one-night stand just because" fic yet.

8. Reading Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture and Men, Women, and Chainsaws: Gender in the Modern Horror Film, the latter of which I had read before and the former of which I had not. Um, as always, I don't think that Carol Clover is entirely right, and that part of the reason that she's not right is by engaging in some skanky tactics of her own (she seems to define as a "dick in drag" any female who's powerful at all, for one), but she makes my brain turn, and that's always pleasant. I am one of those raunchy nouvelle feminists that Ariel Levy takes issue with, which made reading her book rather interesting, but I agree with her that a lot of women do miss the point entirely in the name of sex-positivism (HI, BOOB-GATE GIRL WHO TERRIFIED THE SHIT OUT OF ME) and wind up objectifying themselves, but I'm not quite sure what the answer to that is, and don't think that Levy knows, either. (To her credit, she doesn't pretend that she does; this is her first book, and I'll be keeping an eye on her to see what else she produces.) Not objectifying one's self while being as (or not) promiscuous as males are allowed to be is largely a matter of attitude, and I'm not sure that teenaged girls who think that a blowjob without any kind of reciprocity is the same thing as a good-night kiss are likely to read this book in the first place. I would love to be proven wrong there, though.

And finally, in response to this essay, that "What Shows Are You Watching?" meme, gakked from musesfool.

American Idol: Originally it was the "One Is a Dork and the Other Is an Asshole, Why Do I Love Them So Much?" show, then it became the "He Wuz Robbed!" show, and now it's the "There Are So Many Potential AUs Here That I Can't Even" show.

Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles: Frequently, it is the "Sarah Connor Can Both Kick Your Ass and Make Pancakes" show. Sometimes it's the "I Love the Savior of Mankind Even Though He's Fucking Emo" show. It's also the "How Did Brian Austin Green Become So Talented and Hot?" show, which shows during the commercials of the "Derek and Cameron are Terrifying Feral Children" show.

Prison Break: It was the "Hero Doctor Sara Can Kick Your Ass with Nothing More Than Bug-Spray and a String From Her Own Hoodie" show for two seasons before that was unseasonably cancelled. The "If It Were Not for Idiots, Michael Scofield Would Have No Friends" show has never not been entertaining, though, and the "My God, Alex Mahone is Sticking to Me Like Venereal Disease" show should have been swapped for the "Decent Human Being Show" about a season and a half ago. The "LINCOLN LIKE SMASH and Sofia Somehow Puts Up With Him" show lost steam faster than I anticipated, but the "LJ Is the Only Sane Person in the History of This Show, Ever" and the "Gretchen Was Kind of Awesome, Actually, and is Probably Having Insane Kinds of Kinky Sex with Whistler Right Now" shows made up for them.

Moonlight: It started out as the "How Much Do I Really Have to Drink?" show and swiftly became the "Mick St. John Is Such a Cockbite, and Yet That's Half the Charm" show. The "Beth Can Be Awesome, No, Really" show does not on any kind of regular schedule, sadly. However, don't even underestimate the charms of the "This Was All That It Took to Kick Joss's Ass On Racial Issues?" show, or the "Josh and Carl Are Awesome Crimefighters" show, which has sadly had its cast halved.

ficangel @ 2008-05-05T15:10:00

2008-05-05T20:13:30Z

Dear UFL website:

If you think that I won't set you on fire with my brain, you are sorely mistaken.

No love,

Me

Weeping, creeping Jesus, what fresh hell is this? I couldn't make my email! Then I could make my email! Then the password that I entered thirty seconds ago, that it took so that it could kick me out after finally allowing me to register, was no longer accepted! Then it wouldn't take the Gator ID that I have printed out right the fuck in front of me that has been my ID for going on five months now!

This is why it's a good thing that I don't have mysterious powers, y'all, because I would swing around into smiting my mortal enemies-and defining mortal enemies as 'that one person that looked at me funny that one time'-so fast.

Brooke on Regis and Kelly

2008-05-05T14:47:56Z

Sounds good, is singing confidently, has her sparkle back. Oh, I am so glad that the show didn't break her permanently. Since she handled this live performance pretty well, maybe there's hope for the lady yet. I still think that she could put out a good album in the Tori Amos/Carly Simon/Carol King mashed-up vibe. Embrace the folk and the weird.

I still can't have Iron Man thoughts, so I borrow them from others.

2008-05-05T14:13:44Z

Cleolinda does more on why Tony Stark works on a thematic level.

I'm still on the level of of flailing around in circles and having squealy noises every time that I try to assemble more than one complete sentence at a time about this movie, but yes. Tony Stark is standing up and saying "This is my baby, and I have to take responsibility for it," put up against an administration that is not only not willing to do that, but actively calls everyone a traitor who suggests that they should.

Man. I still have two empty icon slots in my free account since I did my purge. I need another David Cook icon, preferably one where he doesn't look like he's going to eat some someone's face and exhibits some of his deep cute (Plays charades with his mom during shows! Kisses dolphins!), and then I so need a Tony Stark icon, ZOMG.

ficangel @ 2008-05-04T22:02:00

2008-05-05T03:03:04Z

guede_mazaka! You are a brilliant and wonderful person.

Concealed ovulation, my ass.

2008-05-05T01:39:28Z

Some women can tell when they're ovulating because they can feel the follicle burst. Some women can tell when they're ovulating because they suddenly become much more interested in sex.

I just burst into tears over friggin' Cold Case. So there's that.