i checked my email this morning and!

+ FICTION! to read!
+ reallyreally enthusiastic and sweet and flattering feedback!

it's so nice. cause i haven't been able to check my e-mail for a day or so. and also, my poppet was about for once (potc's use of the word by pintel and ragetti made me go 'o.0 erk' because i was ALREADY USING IT DAMMIT).

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well, color me elitist or something. so many people to look down on, so little time!

watched star wars aotc for the first time last night and was really astonished by how eye-bleedingly bad it was. it was badfic of DOOM. i hear that's what happens when you don't hire writers--am inclined to believe they also made the bus-drivers writing it do so while deprived of sleep, or on crack or something.

web of badfic

::headdesk:: my mom is still reading not only trash romances, but the science fiction equivalent of trash romances, aka david weber's honor harrington shit stuff.

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my e-mail seems to be on the blink.

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damned e-mail not working, AND only one rec from all the things i found to read on my friendslist this morning!

eta: and i had to scrap an attempted post to viggo_daily because my ftp isn't working properly. by 'not properly' i mean 'slower than molasses in january, or my mother attempting to leave a hotel room.'

edit 2: i am NOT happy. everything is conspiring against me this morning. i feel overstimulated just being in this hotel room where we've moved the computer. i want to be in my bed with my dog under my blankets.

a constellation of lyrics about touching that this icon brings to mind

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can anyone else think of any? cause i feel like there's 1,600,042 that i'm not bringing to mind, and trying is giving me a headache.

ishq ishq! this song is SO catchy, everyone go download it. it's from the 'taal' soundtrack.

fabricatedvoice: and i'm like noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
fabricatedvoice: -oooo

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nononononoNO. i set the security private, i remember doing it. but my mother was there being as bitchy as humanly possible and i just wanted to get OUT of the hotel room. and i only had the draft on that computer so to get it here uploading it was the best way, because i didn't have a disk and lj was faster than ftp and--but it wasn't supposed to be publicly visible and now people have READ it. ::cries::

I HATE EVERYTHING.

but especially my mother.

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q: would mom PLEASE shut the fuck up?
a: no.

eta:

q: omgwtf. she's such a moron.
a: yes.

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YAY.

MY FAVORITE SHOES* WERE UNDER THE COUCH IN THE LIBRARY!

I HAVE MY FAVORITE SHOES AGAIN!

*brown heather wool felt birkenstock bostons, the most comfortable things i've ever put on my feet

ishq ishq

johnny depp's hands and the tattoos he wears on them. GUH.

p.s. i hate this ancient slow computer. ::glower::

rec

a smallville sorta-hooker au by liviapenn (unless her name has spaces in it or something), just pie. i laughed out loud in a quite surprised manner. light comedy of a nice light length.

recs

the telling of all this by tiffany rawlins. smallville. lyrics at the beginning mildly off-putting but not too bad. the story is serious, sweet, a little disconnected, of medium length. lex totally, completely gone over clark, locking wills and gazes with chloe. and some sex.

"I'm offering you a blowjob, and you want me to wait?" wilde like, by thamiris, is also smallville and clark/lex. this is decidedly nc-17 sex. a first-time pwp with some rather cutely innocent dirty talk.

i have to wonder what 'ishq bina' means

depressingly, i went to all that trouble to get a copy of Karl and Viggo's Manly Yet Gay Camping Adventure (in progress) on this computer, and now i'm listless and without inspiration. perhaps i really SHOULD barricade myself under the bed, even if mom has become less terrible since this morning when she threatened to unplug the computer while i was using it. also i'm a bit hungry and there's no food here. nooooooo, don't make me go back to the hotel!

friendslist icons meme

i decided to do this rather than cannibalize te's recs page anymore. i was going to do everyone, not just mutual friends, because that way i could do the characters from hollyweirdos. but then i changed my mind.

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friends' icons d-g

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rec

clark/lex, apparently a spackle of the pilote episode of smallville, fall far from, by tiffany rawlins. nice lex pov. an unusual place on the scale between angst and fluff.

two more recs

thank you, ma'am, by laura shapiro. smallville, chloe/lana, nc-17, pwp.

ahahah. "Hey! I'm strictly a thrift-store girl. Malls are for cheerleaders and prom queens, not future Pulitzer-prize winners. I'm all about originality."

"Is that what you call your style? I was thinking more Early Bag-Lady." chloe's clothes from a thrift store? is that terrible, completely idiotic falsehood CANON or did thamiris make it up?

driving with crocodile shoes, a cute, sweeeeeeeeeet little second-time story which is unfortunately a bit weak about the ending.

also... what is that noise?

recs

a sweet little bit of clark pov angsting, adorable and very good characterization. customary, by pearl-o.

another one by thamiris. it's very good, very hot sex, very well-done ambiguity in the middle, but i feel like it misses the point it was aiming for and lands right next to it. the continually vibrating i, nc-17, clark/lex.

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what is it with mom and lillian and TALKING AND TALKING AND TALKING.

my god, it seems like they NEVER SHUT UP.

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yay! rightthisway is back up! ...but my comment e-mails have not yet started trickling in.

um... yeah.

weirdly, there are two little... bugs on the computer screen. i think they're flirting with each other. they're both in the upper right corner now... oh no, one flew away. i chased them both off earlier, but they seem quite determined.

oops. was i going to go to bed? yeah. heh.

also: VIGGO.