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"...I've been to the dentist a thousand times
so I know the drill..."

--lyric line from "Dental Care" by Owl City

Irony or Coincidence?

I still haven't gotten over the death flu.

Of course, it being two months, it's probably not the death flu itself anymore but a secondary infection. Yay. However, I have a long wait to get into the doctor to confirm and treat, probably because he's dealing with so many death flus.

So I shall continue to be too festive, seeping epic amounts of red and green fluids, and feeling like I emptied a nail gun into my head.

It was totally what I needed.

Banned Daily

As of yesterday, I can't watch the Daily Show anymore. After years of happy watching, they decided, probably after MS bribes, to force me to install Silverlight.

To which I have to say: Death First!

Kris Allen - Kris Allen

I grabbed the CD on release day.

I don't think I've ever bought an album on release day. I've never bothered knowing an album's release day until Kradam. But I was a Kris stan for life all those months ago, the moment he started Falling Slowly and I almost flailed my arms off.

I was expecting to be excited. I had been watching tour vids and interviews for months, waiting. But I think I legit bat squealed for about ten minutes before I could even get myself together enough to try to open the CD. And then I was shaking so hard, I couldn't.

Although, CD wrap is bulletproof.

TL;DR Impression:

Oh, it's so...beautiful.



(Note to anon gif ninja, it's 'understatement'. Please fall on your sword. TY)

Acceptance: "Bagels and Blood"

My story "Bagels and Blood", has been accepted by Big Pulp.

You're going to have to wait a while to bite in, as I'm told it will go live in February 2010.

Oooooh, twenty-ten. We're getting into sci-fi years. Where's my holographic tv? Hoverboard? Skullport?

Scorned!

Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

So, she *could* get stranger than the random corpses in Paparazzi...



I'm not sure what is the most visually compelling--

The spasms

The terrible dancing

The fashion freaks

The evil!cat

The man in the iron mask

Nipple sparks

and so on

But I think it is the random normal looking woman, who keeps making you double-take, because you're so supersaturated with Gaga a-gogo that normal can't compute.

John Barrowman - Single Ladies

This flu just won't die :/

And I don't exactly have a base to begin with...

But here, have some shinypants!Barrowman:

Publication: "Damp"

Feeling dry?

My flash story, "Damp", is now live at Outshine.

Go wade in.

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"It still tragically involves a lot of Canadians. It's kind of unseemly how many Canadians I'm going to have to be dealing with."

--Stephen Colbert, on offering up the Colbert Nation to be an Olympic Sponsor for the U.S. speedskating team

*snork*

I thought the worst was over, but the death flu has made a strong comeback.

It's like a zombie uprising, but with way more tissues.

Acceptance: "Damp"

My flash story, "Damp" has been accepted by Outshine.

I'm told it should appear November 7th.

For Your Entertainment

So I'm enjoying a lovely death flu, and my country is out of vaccinations. I'm in a high risk group, but I'm not a baby under 5, who got the vaccine last week. Which turned out to be all the doses they had apparently. Way to clustercrap, people.

Thanks again, universe.

But I just heard Adam Lambert's single 'For Your Entertainment'...

Oh yeah, sweet blissed afterglow.

Thank you, universe.

Seriously.

I needed this album like eight months ago already...

Publication: "Trenchcoats or Atomic Insects?"

My flash, "Trenchcoats or Atomic Insects?", is now live at Outshine.

Acceptance: "Trenchcoats or Atomic Insects?"

My flash story, "Trenchcoats or Atomic Insects?", has been accepted by Outshine.

I'm told it should be going live October 24th.

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"...Under the pillow, a little room to breathe
The early morning light's a pale cranberry
I hear the Aah-aah-aah, not now-wow-wow
Of a siren far away and closing steadily

Saying, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
Cause I...I...
I am too..."


--lyric lines from 'The Depression Suite' by The Tragically Hip

Miss Treated

I was at the specialist yesterday, expecting grim routine, probably a change in my dose.

Instead, he came in and said he's stopping all treatment, my disease is untreatable, and that he is no longer my doctor. Among other joys.

I still don't know how to respond to this. Not in any rational way.

I love House. Most of that is the charm of caustic Hugh Laurie, of course. But, oh, I laugh a lot at the depiction of medical care. I've told people I'd love it if doctors were cruel AND did their jobs. If pain had a purpose. I don't expect compassion, I don't expect a cure. I would be fucking happy if somebody just pretended go through some motions without blaming me for not getting better by random magic. The biggest cheat in House isn't the timeline; it's that the doctors keep trying to treat the person until, you know, the patient is actually dead. It's a myth I want to believe in. And it's a terrible fucking lie.

I--

This is pointless.

The end sum is this: All treatment is gone, so hope is too.

Publication: "The Wedding Feast"

My story, "The Wedding Feast", is now live at the fabulous Big Pulp.

Go put on your dress shoes. Red optional.

Ready, Set, Give

Ugh.

I've had an ugly full-blown migraine at least 10 of the last 12 days. :/

We can't help that.

But we can help somebody. A great group of fine Benches over at ONTD_AI is raising a jiggly buttload of money for DonorsChoose.org, a group that gives things like art and music supplies to kids who'd never see them otherwise. We're doing this because we can clearly imagine little puppy eyes and giggles of joy, and that makes us squee. Plus the thought of a little Adam Lambert who never had a chance to dance or sing is the very sum of Sad Panda.

So, please scrape up what you can and head over to our happy joy joy donation page.

Use your powers for good.

Disable THIS!

Caseworker: With all due respect sir, you are deaf. You are not disabled.

Norristown, Pennsylvania

via Overheard in the Office, Jul 21, 2009


I'd stab the caseworker in the face. Preferably, in the eyes. And then say, you're not DISABLED, you're just *blind*. And you're still a tacky heartless *bitch*.

What? Just sayin'.

Romeo, Summed

Teenage girl #1, explaining Shakespeare to friend: So, basically, Romeo is, like, a man whore. As soon as he knows some chick won't have sex with him he gets all pissy and emo and goes after someone else.
Teenage girl #2: So, like, he just wants to make babies? Man, I always thought it was more romantic!
Teenage girl #1: Nope. He just wants to hop into bed with whoever's available.

Birmingham, Alabama

via Overheard Everywhere, Aug 29, 2009

Misha Collins MATE Advice...

This is a must read for all Minions.

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"I don't believe in the words 'Family Show'."

--Adam Lambert muttering to Kris Allen backstage, just after getting gang-blasted with horror and the frickin vapours by the 'hosts' of GMA for--le gasp--mentioning bras

Acceptance: "The Wedding Feast"

My short story, "The Wedding Feast", has been accepted by the awesomeness that is Big Pulp.

I'm told it should go live in September.

Upda...zzzzzz

Mini rambling update...

Warning: Sense May Not Be Included.

Experimental treatment has begun. The main side effect thus far has been ridiculous exhaustion, coupled with inability to sleep. Lovely!

I may be typing actual words now, or I may be dream speaking babble, there's no way to know. When I do fall asleep, I stumble out of bed sixteen hours later, still so tired I can't think and, oh, fall into walls. As side effects go, it's kind. I mean, really, they've made me take stuff that has had 'death' listed in print as a side effect. It's all up from that, isn't it?