Had to show off the "man pants" icon
yin_again made for me. I love the expressions on their faces. You know the word "man pants" was just dropped.
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
I debated about sharing this, because sometimes intonation is so hard to get across online (which can cause sarcastic to come off as bitchy or joking to come off as "No, when I typed "licks you" I really meant "licks you." Come here, you sexy she-beast.)
I got a couple of emails last night about Rodeo (god bless that WKA site). One was just "Great! Off to read more" which, of course, yay. The other was, "Great! Loved it! What else have you written? You know, there's a rumor on my list that you're a BNF who's writing under a different name to get more feedback. LOL." Okay - that? Is a dumb plan. I'm much more likely to read a story by a name I recognize than some chick named after a Pink Floyd song. I shared this with
stoney321, my first defense against 'serious fandom thoughts,' and she spewed her bottled Starbucks vanilla frappucino. "Yes! That's it!" she typed gleefully, "you're
secondverse! You're...(cut for other popular fic writers I don't know well enough to name drop.)" Well, it would explain why I extol the greatness that is "Long Time Gone" at every opportunity (and getting this icon made this theory too precious not to share - plus Yin could use a laugh today and I owe her for said icon.) That said - no, I'm just Sue. Thanks for the implied compliment, but er, no. But still - giggle.
In other sabbath tales, I usually work on SMCD on Sunday (yes, I know that's too cute for words) but trust me, had I done so yesterday, Xander would have killed Spike with a clothespin after feeling like Spike had implied that Xander looked fat in his new jeans. I did the handwriting survey I gakked from
adis723 and it was so dead-on it was frightening. But it said I was dejected, which really made me feel, well, dejected. The only thing it didn't list about my personality was that I use humor as a defense mechanism (called "Bing-ism" in the psych field.)
So in order to get my mind off of things, I tried to watch "Monster," which I'd just gotten from Netflix. Yeah - that's a mood elevator. Halfway through I decided to turn it off before I lost what little perkiness remained and watch "The Sound of Music" instead. Hot Christopher Plummer, spinning Julie Andrews, singing nuns - what's gonna be wrong with that? Except I got really pissed off at Nazis all over again.
So I went to Wal-Mart with Caza because we were down to cookie dough, a can of tuna and some caramel sauce (and I had plans for the caramel sauce, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.) While I was staring at the bananas, wondering if I should just buy a green one, a chartreuse one and a canary one to make sure that the ripeness factor worked, a random guy shuffled over and told me that I had "nice legs." While I do have nice legs (I'm built like an umbrella), I had seen him just squeezing tomatoes with his wife a few bins over. I was about to return the compliment ("I love that you've paired those OU sweatpants with white socks and black sandals - very fashion forward!") his wife came to collect him and glared at me. Hey, not my fault that it was warm enough yesterday to wear my almost new corduroy miniskirt (I saw
kyrieane's post that it's snowing in Wyoming - eek!)
And finally....(still reading? you must love me) I'm leaving Thursday to go meet
stoney321. It's not my first time :::waggles brows:::
karabair was my 'first' as well as being me old LJ sire. That should be a weekend of man pants, Wee!Spike, and margaritas (plus some cork soaking in honor of
adis723.)
All right, I've rambled enough. Congrats to
tabaqui,
becca17555,
spikendru and
paynbow for their new fic noms.
Okay - really this time - someone posted an anonymous lovely little ficlet in my comments on the last post. I want more, you who were not named!!!
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
I debated about sharing this, because sometimes intonation is so hard to get across online (which can cause sarcastic to come off as bitchy or joking to come off as "No, when I typed "licks you" I really meant "licks you." Come here, you sexy she-beast.)
I got a couple of emails last night about Rodeo (god bless that WKA site). One was just "Great! Off to read more" which, of course, yay. The other was, "Great! Loved it! What else have you written? You know, there's a rumor on my list that you're a BNF who's writing under a different name to get more feedback. LOL." Okay - that? Is a dumb plan. I'm much more likely to read a story by a name I recognize than some chick named after a Pink Floyd song. I shared this with
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In other sabbath tales, I usually work on SMCD on Sunday (yes, I know that's too cute for words) but trust me, had I done so yesterday, Xander would have killed Spike with a clothespin after feeling like Spike had implied that Xander looked fat in his new jeans. I did the handwriting survey I gakked from
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
So in order to get my mind off of things, I tried to watch "Monster," which I'd just gotten from Netflix. Yeah - that's a mood elevator. Halfway through I decided to turn it off before I lost what little perkiness remained and watch "The Sound of Music" instead. Hot Christopher Plummer, spinning Julie Andrews, singing nuns - what's gonna be wrong with that? Except I got really pissed off at Nazis all over again.
So I went to Wal-Mart with Caza because we were down to cookie dough, a can of tuna and some caramel sauce (and I had plans for the caramel sauce, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.) While I was staring at the bananas, wondering if I should just buy a green one, a chartreuse one and a canary one to make sure that the ripeness factor worked, a random guy shuffled over and told me that I had "nice legs." While I do have nice legs (I'm built like an umbrella), I had seen him just squeezing tomatoes with his wife a few bins over. I was about to return the compliment ("I love that you've paired those OU sweatpants with white socks and black sandals - very fashion forward!") his wife came to collect him and glared at me. Hey, not my fault that it was warm enough yesterday to wear my almost new corduroy miniskirt (I saw
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And finally....(still reading? you must love me) I'm leaving Thursday to go meet
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All right, I've rambled enough. Congrats to
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Okay - really this time - someone posted an anonymous lovely little ficlet in my comments on the last post. I want more, you who were not named!!!
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Date: 2004-10-18 09:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 09:45 am (UTC)From:And I can guaran-damn-tee you some drunken dial-y Carrie callin' from down Texas way.
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:36 am (UTC)From:There WILL be drunk Carrie calling: so hang out by that phone!!!
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 09:45 am (UTC)From:BNF?
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 09:56 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 10:22 am (UTC)From:WTF? as far as i can tell, BNFs get the feedback of like 30 non-BNFs combined, no matter what they write. do people actually do that?
and actually, if you were doing that, wouldn't it be kind of dumb to give all the personal info that you do on your website? unless, of course, the picture and everything are all false, just part of the alias. ooh, you're devious...
check me out. i've moved from my bed to my couch now and have turned on some lights. it's so dark. there's a crazy thunderstorm outside. i wanna roast s'mores.
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 10:47 am (UTC)From:Re: website info - yeah, if that was a fake picture, I'd have photoshopped one of Charisma Carpenter. Mmm...s'mores...go you, you couch moving thing, you!
no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 08:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 08:18 am (UTC)From:Exxxcellent - my plans to create SNIFF and then rip it apart from the inside by revealing myself to be ::mumbles name of BNF:: are working marvelously!!!
You will take my SNIFF icon when you pry it from my cold, dead hand. I will be a "Memeber" (mis-spelling deliberate) of SNIFF 4-Eva!!!!
Have you had a chance to look at my and >lj user="Stoney321">'s bad fic over at her journal? Oh, God...and she added more this morning.
Caza is Joss.
no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 08:32 am (UTC)From:Bwahahaha! And I'm sure he's very, very sorry for perpetrating that ignominious death upon our lovely Anya in Chosen. He was having a bad reaction to shellfish that day, right?
I'll pop over to Stoney's LJ immediately, as
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 10:12 am (UTC)From:Dammit - you weren't supposed to tell anyone! Also, heeeeeee!
Secondly: BNF? Me? Um, no. Not hardly.
::off to practice being you; tell Caza to brace himself::
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 10:50 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:04 am (UTC)From:Gotta love a dog man.
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 10:54 am (UTC)From:ROTFL!
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 12:05 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:24 am (UTC)From:That sounds like an interesting list that person is on. I wonder if Oliver Stone is on the same list?
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 12:00 pm (UTC)From:You know I love you and not just for your icon, right? Our fandom is wacky.
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:37 am (UTC)From:Xander would have killed Spike with a clothespin after feeling like Spike had implied that Xander looked fat in his new jeans.
and
Except I got really pissed off at Nazis all over again.
I love you. I'd say I love your angst, because it makes you say wonderfully snarky things. But I really want to beat your dejectness with a broken off robot arm until it makes squeally noises and gurbles into a pile of sludge.
*hugs*
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:59 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 12:07 pm (UTC)From:Life, don't talk to me about life. *snerk*
*runs off to check*
You've read at least the first two, I think, the 4th is new. But they're all pretty short. *winkwinknudgenudge*
*smooches*
How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 11:41 am (UTC)From:So Multiple Miggs tossed off a funky complement to you, huh? (Hee hee. I worked that one HARD.)
Now that you've put SoM in my head, all I can think of is me spinning on the actual stage in Salzburg and yelling out "The Family VonTrapp!!" with the Korean family tagging along on our tour taking my picture.
*looks sad, pulls hands out from habit holding Nazi car parts*
"Forgive us Father, for we have sinned."
"Rolf! PLEASE!!"
Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 11:56 am (UTC)From:I told Caza last night as I was finishing SoM that you and Mr. Stoney had been to Salzburg and that you had amused/bemused Mr. Stoney by performing random scenes. Caza was amused.
I couldn't figure out what you had started too early. Drinking? As a full-back? And then I got it. Duh-uh. Yes, I want no PMS-y BFFLJ this weekend. I want perkiness! I want Mary Lou Retton!
I need a nap. Caza is a funeral (someone from church) and I'm kinda sorta at work.
Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 12:11 pm (UTC)From:I am going to be Perky McPerkins on your trip here. We are STOKED, do0d! I want a nap and a full body massage. Mmm. It's like my body is made up of rubber bands and they are wound too tight. Bleh. Hot soak in the tub tonight is necessary. Any word on this anonymous LJ post-er? I need to make brownies and hot fudge sundaes. Stupid period.
Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 12:19 pm (UTC)From:No word from anonymous. I love mysteries (except in book form.)
Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 02:42 pm (UTC)From:I'm sitting right here. Don't talk about me like I'm not even in the room.
Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 02:46 pm (UTC)From:Re: How do you solve a problem like a BNF?
Date: 2004-10-18 03:45 pm (UTC)From:Don't you go pushing your issues off on me. *head roll* We all know your man likes the boy porn.
Hee hee! Come see me!!!
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:58 am (UTC)From:Anyway, you Wal-Mart homewrecker you, have a great time visiting
I'm a Wal-Mart Ho
Date: 2004-10-18 12:07 pm (UTC)From:Getting in gear...
Date: 2004-10-18 12:19 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 05:51 pm (UTC)From:You ARE the Backus-Naur Form! Whoops, sorry, sometimes I get the computer science part of my life mixed up with the vampire porn part of my life. My midterms could get embarrassing.
*jects you, so you will no longer feel dejected*
Hope you and
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 06:34 pm (UTC)From:Stoney and I have plans for drunken simultaneous posting. Can you be banned from LJ? Just checkin'...
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 08:32 pm (UTC)From:And a weekend of Wee!Spike? I'm so jealous! I can't wait for the resluting stories...
no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 08:39 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 08:16 am (UTC)From:You must e-mail me the URL immediately! *snicker*
no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 11:53 am (UTC)From: