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* I just finished the fourth book of Shadow of the Templar this morning (I've been trying to savor it as much as I can) and now I want more! I can't believe that's the end. And once this latest one's up for sale in print, I'm totally getting all of them so I can dog-ear pages and sigh and reread them without the benefit of my laptop.

* Skoosie's 40 Christmas Songs You Probably Aren't Sick Of Yet is going to be going up tonight. I got the zip file uploaded last night, but didn't have enough time to upload all the songs individually, so that's going to happen when I get home from work some time, and then you'll have a delightful selection of holiday songs, most of which I don't think are ever played on the radio. There's a few standards that I slipped in, just because, but none that are on that constant grating loop.

* Does anyone know when Merlin's coming back for next season? HOW LONG MUST I WAIT FOR MOAR?

* That's it. Except for this:

“He means,” Joe says, because he’s heard this from Ryan already, “he slept in Spencer’s bed, while Spencer slept on the couch.”

“He’s a gentleman,” Brendon says, half-defensively, half-dreamily, like he’s imagining Spencer as fucking Prince Charming or something.

“He’s an idiot,” Ballato says.

“I’m in love.” Brendon shoves a nacho in his mouth and grins as he chews. “We’re getting married, guys, it was writ in the stars! And lo, Spencer Smith was meant forever and ever for Brendon Urie, amen.”

“I can’t believe I hang out with you guys,” Ballato says, and Joe points a finger at her in silent agreement.

BOOK FOUR OF SHADOW OF THE TEMPLAR IS UP!! THIS IS LIKE THE BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER! GOODBYE PRODUCTIVITY!!

I put off reading Shadow of the Templar because it didn't seem like something I'd enjoy, but boy was I wrong. I'm completely hooked. I'm halfway through Book Two and I think I'm going to be so sad once I finish Book Three and can't go immediately into the final installation. They're so much fun!

I'm still not actually writing. I'm hoping once my harlequin fic of doom is behind me I can actually start on something else. For some reason I want to write the adventures of The Honorable William Beckett, youngest son of, I don't know, the Duke of Weston or whatever - I don't understand where those names come from - and I want him to possibly collect orphans! Specifically baby Panic boys with dirty faces and big eyes! Greta will be his special companion in a non-sexual way - they're the best of friends! Little Jon Walker hides behind her skirts and peeks out with his huge eyes and grubby fingers and adorable smile!! Greta travels with her tiny maid, who is not actually a maid but Adam T Siska disguised as a girl! Gabe captains a ship, but he's an eccentric merchant, not a pirate!

* Question - is there any sort of Bandslash remix challenge? If not, is there any interest in one? I've only participated in one for SGA before.

* I have mild writer's block. I'm hoping editing my Horrendously Ill-Advised Harlequin Fic will jump-start me, because I can't focus on any one story right now. It's so sad.

* I'm reading the most amazingly fun LONG original fic - Prisoner, by

maderr. Oh my god, it's so much fun, and really well-written, and long. I'm about halfway through, and I've already read at least 150 pages.

* J has to go to the dentist because he's having massive pain, yet he keeps putting it off because he's phobic. I don't get being afraid of the dentist. I know a lot of people are like that, but he's had his arm split open and he thinks nothing of surgeries of all kinds, and yet he can't get his teeth drilled? He says I'm okay with the dentist because I haven't had anything bad happen - which is bull, because I've had teeth pulled, I've had braces, I've had (admittedly only one) cavity. I go every 6 months, I set up my next appointment while I'm there - teeth are not to be messed with! Oh well. He's going to have to just do it, because the pain's waking him up in the middle of the night.

* nothing else. back to lunch!

pants to match

Skoosie has fancy plans... and pants to match

and now my life is lacking!

OMG YOU GUYS

avert your eyes

ugh, friday, why do you insist on dragging so?

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