skoosiepants: (Gerard Way and his pretty eyes)
I'm in the process of trying to get my brother hooked on My Chemical Romance, because I am convinved they are, like, the greatest rock group of all time. I may be biased, but whatever. Gerard Way can have my soul if he wants it. I'm pretty sure he'd just say "thanks, that's so nice, but you might want to keep it," because he looks like he's so incredibly sweet! He doesn't want to eat my soul! He wants me to love my soul exactly how it is! *hugs him*

I'm eating rasberry danish. Mmmmmm... rasberry danish. Coooooofffeeee *drools*

Tonight is our tasting at the reception hall. My parents, his parents and us. I hope it's not disastrous.
skoosiepants: (nsync - activate sparkly disco!)
Thanks for the well-wishes everyone! I had a good b-day. Nothing much spectacular went down, but that's all right. Monday's are always pretty boring. Although I did spill coffee on my keyboard at work, and the Service Desk commended me on being honest when I called for a new one. Apparently, most people don't fess up and just say it stopped working, when obviously something was spilled on it. This is only my second keyboard in five years, so I'm not entirely klutzy *g*

Um. Furry Octopus Sequel is coming along... about 3,000 words now. And I will neither confirm nor deny rumors of robots and babies. *whistles innocently*

My massive, er... let's just call it self-indulgent crossover fic, shall we? has reached 16,000 words, and I still need an ending. And it's such weird crack. I can't stop myself. The entire universe amuses me.

Also? I have really cool non-lj peeps who hang around my journal (although: rags, where have you been? I still have to write you a drabble) and I'd really like to keep anon posting open, so I'd appreciate it if the few wouldn't ruin it for the many. Or however that goes. It's hard to judge a person's tone from a post, but if it smells like sarcasm...

On a related note, I recently actually told someone, for the first time, that I'm "out of the HP fandom" and it kind of hurt. And I'm not entirely out, honestly (DT will still be updated - eventually - and I keep a toe in some communities) but it was an easy, sweeping statement to make, especially since none of my non-lj based WIPs will be updated again.

And Stargate Atlantis essentially owns my soul. David Hewlett keeps it in a shoebox under his bed, and him and Joe take it out and cackle over it all the time (before falling upon each other and getting with the wild monkey sex)

Also, tonight Samantha Carter finally made my Fictional Character Hug Club. It was the episode when Janet died and OMG the tears and the TEAL'C HUG! And she was all teary-eyed with Jack and I didn't once wish Daniel was there!

J turned to me and said: "This is where you and Teal'c peel out with a screech in your GETNGAY mobile" and I said, "But it's Sam! and Jack!" and he said, "You're still totally gay." Awwww. J is such a sensative guy.
skoosiepants: (sga - rodney goggles)
Title: Taking Stock (the Puppy Fat Remix)
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 3,000+
Summary: If Rodney concentrated very hard on the man's ass, he occasionally forgot that they were stuck on what was essentially an enormous free-range chicken farm for the Wraith with a limited supply of coffee and pudding.
Spoilers: Vague noises about Rising 1 & 2, Hide and Seek
A/N: This is a remix of Taking Stock, by Icarus.

And right now all my HP fans are yelling, "You got Icarus and didn't write HP?! Have you no soul, woman?" and I would be very, very ashamed except I loved writing this one, and I loved the original and I love, love, love the term "puppy fat" and all the pie and pudding it implies. I just couldn't resist! So basically this is nothing profound, just an easy, opposite side of the coin humorous romp that makes me what to hug everyone in my fictional character Hug Club. Yes.

Taking Stock (the Puppy Fat Remix) )

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