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Top Random Things Not Worth Making an Entire Post Over:
1) When I was in Tuskahoma, OK (Pop. 867 - Salute!) over the 4th of July weekend, I was talking to Uberaeryn's sister about country singer Trisha Yearwood (who's actually really good, even if you don't like country - I recommend "XX's and OO's" and "The Song Remembers When" - plus I have a bit of a girl crush, oh, hell - a big honkin' girl crush on her.) Anyway, point: we were talking about Garth Brooks (Trisha's new fiance) singing back-up on her latest single and Uberaeryn's sister asked what the name of the duet they had done previously was. I said, "'In Another's Eyes' and it was back when he was married and they were touring together and in the video you could just see all the..." I faltered, realizing where I was going. Uberaeryn cackled, "You were going say 'UST', weren't you? Bah! LJ geek!!!"
2) Kitty update - Daisy (The Cat that Stole the LJ Trip) ate 2 1/2 cans of cat food yesterday - hurray! All of her tests came back neg, no leukemia, no thyroid stuff. But she was still losing weight when the vet weighed her this week. So we continue to offer her copious cans of Fancy Feast, causing one or the other of us to quote, "It smells like cat food and ass in here," several times a day. We could perhaps stop if the other wouldn't crack up every time.
3) Did you ever wonder why I love![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elcazavampiros? Have you seen this? Have you heard about this? I mean, he's cute and all (see icon) and that whole multi-lingual thing is sexy in a "Tish! That's French!" kind of way but this is why: Emmy Nom Discussion. That's just my Caza.
Very Short Recs List
I meant to do more, but all this writing is kicking my lazy, lazy ass.
nasty_shrew - Trapped Wes/Spike
germaine_pet - Sense Memory Buffy/Riley/Angel (Just trust me on the pairing. The writing's bloody fantastic.)
elcazavampiros - Flowers on the Wall Anya/Xander (Sue...you shouldn't pimp one MoP fic without out pimping them all! I do pimp them all: Music of Pain, in case you missed that. It's just that Caza's a special case. He does things for me that other writers just can't do. "Like, oh...yeah, right there - put in air conditioning!" and "Oh, God, don't stop - doing all the laundry." It's true. I can be bribed.)
karabair - Preparation Cordy/Wes (Fantastic bad!sex.)
reremouse - Wilderness Spike/Xander (This is my current crack!fic. OMG - Rere! Update?)
stoney321 - It’s Method. Fuck. No, It’s Improv VK/DB RPS (She's broken me. *sobs* *shrugs* *squees*)
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4, Conclusion
violethamster - Prior Conceptions (Spike/Angel - Mpreg. I think this story was planned for the Season 6 that didn't happen. Totally believable Mpreg. On Angel. I'm not kidding.)
somecandytalkin - Sins of the Flesh (Spike/Angel, southern gothic AU. I've only just begun reading this, but the writing is beautiful...)
sweptawaybayou - Torments of the Damned (Spike/Angel)
And finally...
I used to wake up every morning and entertain my Mom with my dreams from the night before. I've always been able to remember them in detail if I tell them as soon as I wake up, and Mom would indulge me. But my Mom's in heaven now, so...*blinks big eyes at you* Okay, that was wrong. (But Mom would think it was funny.)
The Dream:
So Caza and I somehow win tickets to view the new "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" feature film. It's in an outdoor, stadium seating theatre. During the day(?). The cast is joining the audience for the viewing, and everyone is just grouped together in these stadium seats, wearing shorts and jeans and t-shirts and drinking beer and eating popcorn.
I am sitting directly in front of David Boreanaz. Caza is sitting a row behind me and to my left, next to Nick Brendon, James Marsters andalice23kate.
The movie is *horrible.* It's called something like "Buffy: European Slayer!" and it's more of a farce than a satire. It's cheesy with unnecessary boobs (and not Buffy, Willow or Dawn's - but like random people) and really groany dialogue. No one's watching, they're all talking to the cast, who are laid back and goofy.
There's a scene were "Spike," "Xander" and "Willow" are undercover in Paris and "Spike" and "Xander" are doing "I vant to drink your blood" accents. At one point, "Spike" throws his arm over "Xander's" shoulder (like a flip of the scene in Doomed) and DB leans forward and laughs, "God, that's gay." I snort. "You have no idea."
At one point the movie goes into a cheesy montage complete with requisite Bryan Adams soundtrack. At that point, people start standing up and milling around, heading to the concession stand or just sitting and talking (for those of you with a southern Pentecostal background, it was kind of like the "shake hands and bless you" part of the morning service?) Anyway, I stand up to go say hi to Alyson Hannigan, and David Boreanaz pours his beer down my back. And thinks it's funny.
Now, the part where you can tell it's a *dream* is that he's not flirting with me. If this were a *fantasy* - oh, hell yeah. Instead, he's kind of reminding me of my brother, and pissing me off. So, covered in stinky draft beer, I get Caza and we walk across the street to buy me a new outfit. (At this point I'm guessing we were in California 'cause Oklahoma doesn't have boutiques like this.) I found a shirt for $35 and thought, huh, not bad. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans 'cause my whole ass was wet.
When we got to the register, the jeans were $180!! Caza about shit (and when I told him this morning, he choked on his water, which was funny - cause he made the same face as in my dream.) But they're already processing our credit card, and Caza and I are saying, "No! No! No $180 jeans - we're from Oklahoma!"
Then David Boreanaz walks into the store with James Marsters andalice23kate (James and Katie are totally making out - which is *hilarious* 'cause there's no way Katie would even look at James with NB and DB around.) Anyway, David says he was going to pay for my clothes. I said, "Oh, like I was supposed to know to just walk in and tell the sales clerk to charge it to David Boreanaz?" And DB laughs and says, "And he'd say 'Who's David Boreanaz?" (I cracked up here, and I'm sure it was one of those times I laughed in my sleep, which Caza says I do.)
So DB bought my clothes, I changed and we walked back over to the theatre. I'm totally ignoring Caza to talk to DB (which we're doing in a bro/sis "You dumb ass" kind of way) but that's okay, because now Katie's flirting with both JM and Caza.
Suddenly NB is there, snarking with James, and I'm completely ignoring him 'cause "OMGITSNICKBRENDONANDILOVEHIM" and he turns to DB and says (about me) "Is this your sister?" Awww.
Then we're laughing about the movie and how bad it is and NB says to JM, "Aren't you worried about what it's gonna do to your career?" And JM says, "Nah, the lighting people made me look 28 again, so I'm cool. What about you - you're younger than me with all kinds of stuff coming out. You worried?" "Nope," NB says, "the check already cleared."
So we're laughing and totally cutting up this movie that we'd all eagerly anticipated and then we walk by this white tent pavilion and I nudge JM and DB to shut up, because there, surrounded by sound equipment and a bustling crew, is Joss, beautifully "shot" (in my dream camera) and wearing a white dress shirt and mussed hair and these sad, sad eyes as he watches people just milling around, shooting the shit and totally ignoring his great gift - the Buffy/Angel sequel.
And then the alarm went off and someone dropped a wiener dog on my back.
ETA: I apologize for the horrible grammar and gratuitious use of Okie-isms in this post. Unfortunately, for some reason I wrote it the way I speak and not the way I write. Well, meet the "real" Sue!
1) When I was in Tuskahoma, OK (Pop. 867 - Salute!) over the 4th of July weekend, I was talking to Uberaeryn's sister about country singer Trisha Yearwood (who's actually really good, even if you don't like country - I recommend "XX's and OO's" and "The Song Remembers When" - plus I have a bit of a girl crush, oh, hell - a big honkin' girl crush on her.) Anyway, point: we were talking about Garth Brooks (Trisha's new fiance) singing back-up on her latest single and Uberaeryn's sister asked what the name of the duet they had done previously was. I said, "'In Another's Eyes' and it was back when he was married and they were touring together and in the video you could just see all the..." I faltered, realizing where I was going. Uberaeryn cackled, "You were going say 'UST', weren't you? Bah! LJ geek!!!"
2) Kitty update - Daisy (The Cat that Stole the LJ Trip) ate 2 1/2 cans of cat food yesterday - hurray! All of her tests came back neg, no leukemia, no thyroid stuff. But she was still losing weight when the vet weighed her this week. So we continue to offer her copious cans of Fancy Feast, causing one or the other of us to quote, "It smells like cat food and ass in here," several times a day. We could perhaps stop if the other wouldn't crack up every time.
3) Did you ever wonder why I love
elcazavampiros? Have you seen this? Have you heard about this? I mean, he's cute and all (see icon) and that whole multi-lingual thing is sexy in a "Tish! That's French!" kind of way but this is why: Emmy Nom Discussion. That's just my Caza.Very Short Recs List
I meant to do more, but all this writing is kicking my lazy, lazy ass.
nasty_shrew - Trapped Wes/Spikegermaine_pet - Sense Memory Buffy/Riley/Angel (Just trust me on the pairing. The writing's bloody fantastic.)elcazavampiros - Flowers on the Wall Anya/Xander (Sue...you shouldn't pimp one MoP fic without out pimping them all! I do pimp them all: Music of Pain, in case you missed that. It's just that Caza's a special case. He does things for me that other writers just can't do. "Like, oh...yeah, right there - put in air conditioning!" and "Oh, God, don't stop - doing all the laundry." It's true. I can be bribed.)karabair - Preparation Cordy/Wes (Fantastic bad!sex.) reremouse - Wilderness Spike/Xander (This is my current crack!fic. OMG - Rere! Update?) stoney321 - It’s Method. Fuck. No, It’s Improv VK/DB RPS (She's broken me. *sobs* *shrugs* *squees*)Part 2
Part 3
Part 4, Conclusion
violethamster - Prior Conceptions (Spike/Angel - Mpreg. I think this story was planned for the Season 6 that didn't happen. Totally believable Mpreg. On Angel. I'm not kidding.) somecandytalkin - Sins of the Flesh (Spike/Angel, southern gothic AU. I've only just begun reading this, but the writing is beautiful...)sweptawaybayou - Torments of the Damned (Spike/Angel)And finally...
I used to wake up every morning and entertain my Mom with my dreams from the night before. I've always been able to remember them in detail if I tell them as soon as I wake up, and Mom would indulge me. But my Mom's in heaven now, so...*blinks big eyes at you* Okay, that was wrong. (But Mom would think it was funny.)
The Dream:
So Caza and I somehow win tickets to view the new "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" feature film. It's in an outdoor, stadium seating theatre. During the day(?). The cast is joining the audience for the viewing, and everyone is just grouped together in these stadium seats, wearing shorts and jeans and t-shirts and drinking beer and eating popcorn.
I am sitting directly in front of David Boreanaz. Caza is sitting a row behind me and to my left, next to Nick Brendon, James Marsters and
alice23kate. The movie is *horrible.* It's called something like "Buffy: European Slayer!" and it's more of a farce than a satire. It's cheesy with unnecessary boobs (and not Buffy, Willow or Dawn's - but like random people) and really groany dialogue. No one's watching, they're all talking to the cast, who are laid back and goofy.
There's a scene were "Spike," "Xander" and "Willow" are undercover in Paris and "Spike" and "Xander" are doing "I vant to drink your blood" accents. At one point, "Spike" throws his arm over "Xander's" shoulder (like a flip of the scene in Doomed) and DB leans forward and laughs, "God, that's gay." I snort. "You have no idea."
At one point the movie goes into a cheesy montage complete with requisite Bryan Adams soundtrack. At that point, people start standing up and milling around, heading to the concession stand or just sitting and talking (for those of you with a southern Pentecostal background, it was kind of like the "shake hands and bless you" part of the morning service?) Anyway, I stand up to go say hi to Alyson Hannigan, and David Boreanaz pours his beer down my back. And thinks it's funny.
Now, the part where you can tell it's a *dream* is that he's not flirting with me. If this were a *fantasy* - oh, hell yeah. Instead, he's kind of reminding me of my brother, and pissing me off. So, covered in stinky draft beer, I get Caza and we walk across the street to buy me a new outfit. (At this point I'm guessing we were in California 'cause Oklahoma doesn't have boutiques like this.) I found a shirt for $35 and thought, huh, not bad. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans 'cause my whole ass was wet.
When we got to the register, the jeans were $180!! Caza about shit (and when I told him this morning, he choked on his water, which was funny - cause he made the same face as in my dream.) But they're already processing our credit card, and Caza and I are saying, "No! No! No $180 jeans - we're from Oklahoma!"
Then David Boreanaz walks into the store with James Marsters and
alice23kate (James and Katie are totally making out - which is *hilarious* 'cause there's no way Katie would even look at James with NB and DB around.) Anyway, David says he was going to pay for my clothes. I said, "Oh, like I was supposed to know to just walk in and tell the sales clerk to charge it to David Boreanaz?" And DB laughs and says, "And he'd say 'Who's David Boreanaz?" (I cracked up here, and I'm sure it was one of those times I laughed in my sleep, which Caza says I do.)So DB bought my clothes, I changed and we walked back over to the theatre. I'm totally ignoring Caza to talk to DB (which we're doing in a bro/sis "You dumb ass" kind of way) but that's okay, because now Katie's flirting with both JM and Caza.
Suddenly NB is there, snarking with James, and I'm completely ignoring him 'cause "OMGITSNICKBRENDONANDILOVEHIM" and he turns to DB and says (about me) "Is this your sister?" Awww.
Then we're laughing about the movie and how bad it is and NB says to JM, "Aren't you worried about what it's gonna do to your career?" And JM says, "Nah, the lighting people made me look 28 again, so I'm cool. What about you - you're younger than me with all kinds of stuff coming out. You worried?" "Nope," NB says, "the check already cleared."
So we're laughing and totally cutting up this movie that we'd all eagerly anticipated and then we walk by this white tent pavilion and I nudge JM and DB to shut up, because there, surrounded by sound equipment and a bustling crew, is Joss, beautifully "shot" (in my dream camera) and wearing a white dress shirt and mussed hair and these sad, sad eyes as he watches people just milling around, shooting the shit and totally ignoring his great gift - the Buffy/Angel sequel.
And then the alarm went off and someone dropped a wiener dog on my back.
ETA: I apologize for the horrible grammar and gratuitious use of Okie-isms in this post. Unfortunately, for some reason I wrote it the way I speak and not the way I write. Well, meet the "real" Sue!
