walking in the snow

we were out walking for nearly an hour, perry and i.  after an initial misunderstanding when i wouldn't go down the river walk and he thought he must be in trouble, i had to carry him because he wouldn't go anywhere.  once i carried him past the stairwell he realised i meant to keep walking, and his ears and tail perked right up.  then to make him feel better i let him lead--a merry chase up and down and all around the playgrounds, the little-used paths behind buildings--two times round in a giant circle through the parking lot, and we passed the same woman ironing in front of a lit groundfloor window both times. 

he wasn't reluctant to go home at all, except when he smelled something interesting on the second floor landing.  i gave him a treat then, and he crunched it up on the couch.  now he's just come in to check on me, with his tail all flagged and his little ears standing out on the sides of his face and his eyes all bright. 

he's so happy.  he loves to sniff new things even more than he loves to sniff, in general, and he still hasn't learned all about his environs here.  plus he's barely seen snow, and never ice. 

the snow right now is in a thin layer that lets the tips of grass stems poke through, and it's hardened to ice-like consistency so that it's springy in some places and resistant to footprints, and in others makes a satisfyingly audible crunch under your feet.

HAHAHAHAH

white house making contingency plans for the Rapture

the very secret diary of britney spears

actually, it's the new letter to her fans from her official website.  i got it from a community, which said you had to be logged in to read it... so let me spare you the time.  so funny it's almost hard to believe it's for real. 

( this is why the record label didn't want to let her have charge of her own video... )

random

comicon she-ra looks a bit like daryl hannah or something.

awake soon

"My point is, I’ve had lots of partners, but not once, Fraser – and listen up here, ‘cause this is the important part – not once, with any of them, have I ever been crouched behind a table, being held at bay by a pastry-wielding teenager."

i'm not going to rec this story, because, well, the characterisation and the dialogue are both off.  but it was cute, and that was a fabulous line that i just felt had to be immortalised for posterity.  um, in my journal and not just at the story, that is.

omg, i just can't read any more.

isn't it alarming when an author produces a really good story and then, later, a really bad one?  i mean, you wonder--was it chance the first time around?  has part of her brain been consumed by some kind of brain-sucking alien?  will her next be even worse than this one?  what if i'm getting worse too, and simply can't tell? 

stay tuned until next week, when none of these questions will be resolved... .

my plucky idealist!

a chance comment on britney's diary made me compare britney to the manchurian candidate.  ('only not the president, with pop stars!')(her record label only wishes.)

... and now i want to write it.  my fingers are twitching.

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AUGH HELP WHEN DID IT BECOME SIX AM WTF

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oh um, i updated my recs.  10 of due south and also of something else and most importantly about 50 sports night, which got its own page, and 30 or so more assorted harry potter, rps, jeeves, starsky & hutch, lotr rps, etc etc etc.  all here:

cimorene's sordid recs

awake since 4 in the afternoon...

cim: that gettyimages image of the girls playing footsie in fancy shoes is on everyone's icons and now there's one of those bestseller-type books in the airports with it on the cover
wax: [unimpressed silence]
cim: you know the one...
wax: ...
cim: the dressy... formal shoes...
wax: ...
cim: two women's feet... :decides wax isn't acting impressed enough:
cim's brain: it would entertain and satisfy me to pretend to pour this empty glass of water over her head and she wouldn't even see since i'm behind her. 
cim's brain: but maybe i should check if it's really empty first.
cim's brain: too late anyway.  it probably is.
wax:  AUUGH!  WHAT DID YOU DO?
cim:  um.  i... dripped... water on you.

(veronica mars)

there's duncan/logan but no logan/weevil? how can this be?

meta rec

hth's essay "what if i were free?: queer meanings and identities for women in speculative fiction fandom", touching on queerness and feminism in the contexts of sf/f fandom, fanfiction and slash, and fanfic within sff. 

tidings of veronica mars fic

thanks, callmecayce!  logan/weevil! 

now, wax_jism and other devotees of their fluffy love may be disappointed, because logan is a bit angry and apparently not fully aware himself that he loves weevil like a very cute thing.  however... it's a pretty good story. 

tidings of comfort and joy by sistersleep, pg, post-"an echolls family christmas"

in other news the mece needs to come here and fix my damned optical mouse.  this stupid clunker is getting all jerky and driving me BATSHIT.