
Also, the answer to the poll would be "a) Justin Timberlake". Sorry, Tri. Although I can personally get behind Ruth's e) as well.
And in today's news ...
... In the USA, thousands of people are still dead, their families still mourning.
... In Africa, national debts continue to rise, children are being kidnapped and used as child soldiers or as whores breeding more child soldier who will go off into battle as young as five years old.
... In the Near East, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict has claimed over a thousand deaths in the past seventeen months.
... In Northern Ireland, Unionists and Nationalists have yet to reach an agreement.
... In Belgium, the Senate discared a proposal for a law allowing non-EU immigrants the right to vote for city councils.
... All over the world, people continue to slaughter each other for love of money, in the name of religion, race, or power, or just for fucking fun.
Could someone please stop the world? I'd like to get off now. *sigh* I think I misplaced my love of humanity somewhere during the night. I suspect my cat has stolen it.
<insert coffee, amusing if surreal talk about chewing gum with collegue, and reading of friends page here>
Okay, I'm feeling better now. Thanks to Anna for the lotrips hand-holding picture (gnuh?) and to Lucyfor cracking me up and making me goo. When the Glorious Revolution comes, you will be paid to entertain us all with photocards and Justin. I have decreed it. Thus it was written, thus it will be done. (I think I'm getting the Sims get to my head. Woooo baby, yeah! I Am the Lord! Well, Lordess. (I'm so not a Lady.))
ChrisPuppet: "Boo."
Melle: "Hey. Where've you been lately?"
ChrisPuppet: *innocent look*
Melle: "I don't want to know. My life is disturbed enough without puppetslash."
ChrisPuppet: "... "
Melle: "What?"
ChrisPuppet: "You slashed the Loony Tunes."
Melle: "Shut up."
ChrisPuppet: "You want to slash Bert and Ernie."
Melle: "... It's not slash if it's canon!"
ChrisPuppet: *sits on Melle's shoulder* "Near!" *runs to the furthest corner* "Far!" *hides under the table* "Gone!" *sits on Melle's hand* "Not gone!"
Melle: Heee. You're such a cutie."
Brilliant. Now I'm depressed and easily amused. This does not bode well.
I appear to be browsing lesbian personal ads. I believe this is what they call "desperation". Gnah. I just want some nice gay girl to hang out and make out with! This should not be this difficult. Le snarl.
"You want me to what?" AJ looked from one blond boy to the other. They couldn't be serious. "You cannot be serious."Justin still wasn't looking at AJ, instead studiously looking at his feet. The boy was blushing so hard AJ though he'd explode. Nick Wasn't much better, although he did manage to mumble something under his breath that sounded like a confirmation of AJ's suspicions. They were serious.
AJ sat on the edge of the bed and dropped his head in his hands. "Why me?" he groaned.
"Because you're um. Hot." Justin piped up, only to blush even harder when AJ looked at him disbelievingly. Nick giggled and put his arm around Justin.
"Hey! No scaring my boyfriend, Bone."
"... Boyfrie- Never mind."
I propose a toast. A toast to the barely eighteen-year old girl I was three years ago. That girl started a list called RareSlash, three years ago today, because she was fed up with the way non-mainstream fandoms were consistently ignored on multi-fandom slash lists. That girl conciously and explicitely allowed people under eighteen on said list because she didn't like the way she had been treated in fandom mere months before, having to lie about her age or not join any lists at all.
That girl was angry about a lot of things. That girl was me. Ladies, gentlemen, today is the third anniversary of my BOFQ-ness.
Cheers.
Now let's get drunk!
(* BOFQ: Bitter Old Fandom Queen)
I fear my brain. James Hetfield/JC Chasez? Oi!
My cat is on crack. Koda! this is your fault.
The tension headache is still here, and I have no painkillers.