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I leave today. my flight out is in less than four hours. I am so. ridiculously. excited for this, partially because hey! my best firnd's gettin' MARRIED (and TLE's gonna be in a tux...yes, there will be pictures), but because for the first time in the seven years since i left, I'm going to be home on my own terms.

i could cry i'm so happy.

Yeah, chicago is home. always will be home. yeah, at this point, i'm aware i've idealized it in alot of ways. but at least I *know* that.

still. I'm going *home*.

y'all be good. don't break Pete while i'm gone. I'll be like a ghost in the night, flitting through your journals, but don't expect too much content from me.

Catch you in October, my lovelies.

right now, my to-do list looks like this:

• research asatru and see if I can find enough information for an unbiased research paper. if not, pick another neopagan religion and go to town. yeah, not so much with the unbiased. where I *can* find information, it's all "HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WHITE SUPREMECY RELIGION HISSSSSSSSSSSSS." There is absolutely nothing giving me the other side of the coin to make this an unbiased paper. SO! Neopaganism it is.


• write the memoir/personal essay for creative writing


• answer history questions my answers are in. now to respond to the twits.


• analyze an ad for comp apparently this is an unnecessary exercise this week. Good to know


• do grammar exercises (oh my god, so boring. Sometimes having grammar come easy is a pain. ~sigh~)


• see if i can get a little ahead in the online classes, so i don't have to fight with it while i'm


• pack 3/4 to 4/5 done. i'm largely down to the things that can't be packed until the morning of (toothbrush, toothpaste, flat iron, hair brush, and so on). and munchkin's hoodie. but he's napping, and i'm not going in there until he's awake again.


• clean the house. at least so it's not so sandy. augh. i hate sand

list to be editted as I do things, but I'm doing fairly well, i think, considering. THe house cleaning thing is, largely, finished, minus picking up the living room. and sweeping it. the whole thing. again. because i can never, ever stop sweeping in this place.

I hate sand.

~chinhands~ in all, i think i'm doing okay. hopefully i'm not imagining things.

Note to self: don't forget shoes, jesus. they're in a pile right there. see them? good. PACK THEM.

I got my hair cut. 'cause the other was just...not growing out well and i couldn't come up with anything to do with it for the wedding. I'm of two minds about the results. On one hand, it's cute and i like it well enough. On the other, it's about three inches longer than I asked for, and i'm really fucking irritated with that. Damn you for moving to Jacksonville, Heather. ~grumbles~

( The hair )

So far this morning, I have:

• nearly kiled myself getting out of bed when my bad knee decided it didn't want to hold me up. No, i don't know why. Yes, it decided to cooperate. Sort of.


• gotten the littles emo off to school. where I had to sit for five minutes while he decided to fucking sob. Again with the not knowing why. He's never had a problem with me leaving him at school. I have no idea.


• gotten a pot of potato soup going. a huge pot. gigantic. as in a gallon and a half of stock and water. mmmmm soup.

things i still need to do:

• research asatru and see if I can find enough information for an unbiased research paper. if not, pick another neopagan religion and go to town.


• write the memoir/personal essay for creative writing


• answer history questions


• analyze an add for comp


• do grammar exercises (oh my god, so boring. Sometimes having grammar come easy is a pain. ~sigh~)


• see if i can get a little ahead in the online classes, so i don't have to fight with it while i'm

oh. and do laundry. and start packing. er. well, continue, 'cause i've got the munchkin started. This will be a hard trip to take. It's the first one that i'll be there on my terms. Well...okay, that sounds weird. I've been back to Chicago since we left, once for a week for TLE's godmother's college graduation, but i had no outside transportation and i was there to help everyone with the parties and such, so not on my own terms. Also there for Grandpa's 80th (a 36 hour trip from *HELL*) and Grandpa's funeral (obviously not on own terms, there). Other than that...haven't been back. This time, the first part of the trip will be spent with the bride, helping her do stuff, keeping her from murdering people, and so on, but the last three days?

the last three days are *mine*. Apartment hunting, visiting with friends, wandering around and showing TLE where i grew up, went to school, played... it's going to be so hard to get back on the plane to go home. At least i know this. ~sighs~

So...what have I been up to? Working hard on school, as you've seen some evidence of. Wrangling TLE. getting ready for this trip, which really has loomed up faster than expected. that's honestly about it, though. School's been most of it, with some seriously writing intensive courses this semester. I'm not objecting to it in the slightest, because I wanted thse courses (well. half of them) and they need to be done, but omg. lots. of. writing.

I think i'm gonna be fiddling with my layout soon. The blue-on-black is pretty but it can be hard to read. I don't think the changes are going to be too drastic, and the header's going to stay put, but...some schtuff needs to change.

...there was more. this was actually supposed to be a post of some substance. and yet...it isn't. ~eye rolls at self~ the best intentions, seriously.

Oh! I remember one of the things i was gonna say. I'm not reviving a meme or anything, but feel free to ask me anything! Sex, TLE, Politics, Fandom Preferences, you name it, I'll answer it. :) Nothing ventured, nothing gained! ~laughs~

Please put down whatever you are eating or drinking.

Cover easily offended ears (or if you're easily offended yourself, don't click).

Prepare to die of laughter.

it's a commercial for homosexuality. Be gay today!



~currently wiping away tears of laughter~

Imma sheep Imma sheep Imma sheep sheep sheep!

( Who comments the most on this journal? )

Katy Perry just showed up to the VMAs with Miley Cyrus and one of her rompers. I'm not sure i know how to respond to this.

and someone just showed up on an elephant.

Here. have an adorably scruffy patrick and a fluffy joe and a loud andy and a weird pete.

i love them.

ink_on_the_page:
~giggling~
professor B used to live in lakeland.
while her son was in junior high, there was a brouhaha there

dreamyraynbo:
BROUHAHA!

ink_on_the_page:
painted on the wall of the school was a pentacle, and below it, a dead cat.

dreamyraynbo:
ahem
DDDDDDDDDDDDD;

ink_on_the_page:
turns out some goth kids were fucking around being smart asses

dreamyraynbo:
i would stab them in their eyes if i found them.
it's true.
i would.

ink_on_the_page:
but of course all the adults and churches and everything were all OMG SATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

dreamyraynbo:
yeah, well, i don't know about satan, but i do think it takes a pretty nasty soul to kill a critter for something like that :/

ink_on_the_page:
it got run over by a car. it was already dead when they put it under the pentacle.

dreamyraynbo:
ah
well, just assholes then

ink_on_the_page:
indeed

So i'm not one to filter. I'm really not. I think they're a pain, and if you're my friend, if you're around, you probably wanna know what's going on with me, right? :P ~occasionally has a healthy ego~ However, There's somet stuff that's going to start getting posted that I think, maybe, would be better if I asked who wants on it, etc. there are some things that will never be filtered (fic, for example), but there are others that I know not everyone wants to read, so I'm going to give you a choice. I...don't have the poll feature, so you're going to have to actually comment, but you're all big boys and girls. You can handle it. ;)

S

• School--this filter will include snips from papers, rantings aboutprofessors, classmates, or me bemoaning the stupidity of trying to be a full time student and fulltime parent at the same time.


• Original Fiction--exactly what it looks like. This one's going to be fairly limited, so please don't be offended if you don't wind up on it, even if you express interest. I could put the people on it that i think would enjoy reading and that I want to be able to read, but I would invariably include someone who just was not interested, so it's safer this way.


• Political--this...may get a lot of use, but then it may not. It reallydepends on how the next few months go. I'll tell you up front that of the two current politcal candidates, I support Barack Obama. I am a curious mix of Democratic and Republican sensebilities with an increasingly healthy wish to just say fuck them all. :P This one will also be tightly guarded so again, if you say you'd like to be and *aren't* put on it, please don't be offended

whatever other filters I come up with be arbitrarily decided, so... :P Of course, there's always the "I want it *all*, bitch" option, which...some of you will probably wind up getting if you don't comment and tell me otherwise. :P

~wanders off to go finish reading shit before class~

Full credit to soloecal for finding the picture in the first place, but it made my heart catch in my throat and just *ache* to be there again.

Consider this your count down, Chicago. I'll be home by June.

I have some of this beautiful photography already hanging on my wall. I would buy more if I had funds right now. However, I don't. But some of you must, right? Go over and check out Jeri Russell Photography, and get some beautiful art from a fellow fandom friend! (ooooo, alliteration!)

i'm going to be sick. I appear to have lost three years of writing. almost 200k words on original fiction is...gone

it doesn't seem to have made it from it's back up disc, i can't find the back up disc, and i can't figure out what online file storage site i used. or rather, if it's the one i think i might have used, it doesn't exist any more.

ETA: well, i found 2004's nano. *THANK YOU* faded_memories for reminding me to look in old journal archives. 2005's is still 100% MIA. 2006's is with someone else. so i'm only down about...~tries to think~ i think that was 61K. but, i don't *actually* remember what I wrote? so... 2004 was the one i was panicking about, and I found that, so I'll live. THat'll teach me, though.

Title: Five of the Clock
Author: ink_on_the_page
Rating: Uhm. R
Fandom: Bandom--empires
Characters/pairings: Ryan/Sean/Tom, in various combinations, and empires gsf
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is just for fun. Suing me for money is about as productive an exercise as squeezing blood from a stone. I do not condone any illegal activities that may be written about in my fiction, nor do I partake in any of these activities personally. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, for the love of my sanity, hit the back button or DON'T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.
Summary: Max is getting really fucking irritated with his band. How hard is it to show up on time, damn it?
Warning: ridiculousness? threesomes? does that need a warning with the pairings...
Author's note: for e5chat fic exchange, for Participant Four. I'm sorry. I punked out. I hereby promise that porn will be forthcoming, as well as the first prompt on your list. But this is what came out this time. I hope you like it, at least. ~Hides~
Word count: 2,127

( Five of the Clock )

As some of you know, i do this...newsletter thing, called the Morning Glory, of fics that I've read and enjoyed. It started as a way to help dreamyraynbo keep up with bandom fic since I was reading more than she was at the time, and then it just...snowballed. Lately, it's been pretty much just panic fic, since that's what bandom's all about right now, and i've been getting frustrated.

I'm glad I didn't give up, though, because I wouldn't have found this gem(THANK YOU stephanometra!!!!). Taken directly from the latest edition of the morning glory, because seriously, y'all have to read this:

**Panic GSF is the technical focus, but it's panbandom and everyone makes an appearance.  "(I'll Be) The Only Thing Between You and the Stars At Night"  oh. my. god.  Star Trek AU that i honest to god wonder how i missed when it was posted a couple weeks ago.  It was *gorgeous* with so many different details and wonderful story lines.  I just..~flailing~  I"ve always liked Star Trek, and to see it combined somasterfully with Bandom is just really fricking awesome.  There's pairings left and right that make sense and are normal to read about (Gabe/William, Frank/Gerard for example) but theres mixing and matching and wonderfulness.  And the different species that were included and their histories and just...~FLAILS~  Go read.  GO.  http://moku-youbi.livejournal.com/5093.html  9 parts, linked sucessively at the bottom.


I can't stress how awesome I found this. I fully accept thatno everyone shares my taste in fic, or even has the same impression of the same fic. That said, I *really* think that everyone should at least try this. I really, really do. It's beautifully plotty as well as smoking hot in parts and is just so so worth it.

and if anyone wants in on the morning glory, which usually contains fic and media and articles as i find them, let me know and I'll get you the appropriate information

I just did a massive cut of my flist. I want you all to know it's nothing personal, but I haven't read any hp fic in a year, and i just don't wander around ij like i used to (mostly because my current fandom is stubbornly entrenched at livejournal), but whatcha gonna do? PLus add a semester of what's likely to be extremely writing eintensive courses, and i'm just plain not gonna have the time.

As always, you're welcome to stick around for the posts that I do make, since i rarely, rarely ever lock anything. You're also welcome to defriend whenever. My love and best wishes to you all. ~hugs forever~

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

Spookathon prompts are up!!!

Go claim one and let's have a fabulous and spooky Halloween! :D

It's August 11, 2008. One year ago today, i was dying of some nasty, nasty bug, but i dragged myself up to Projekt Revolution with dreamyraynbo, and fell in love with My Chemical Romance. I haven't looked back.

Four years ago today, the lead singer of the band took a stand and said, "Enough." He took the first steps to beating his addictions. He's been clean for four years. Happy Sober Day, Gerard.

Happy bandom anniversary to me.

Title: Triumvirate
Author: ink_on_the_page and stephanometra
Rating: NC17
Fandom: Bandom--Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., and Gym Class Heroes
Characters/pairings: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett/Travis McCoy
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is just for fun. Suing me for money is about as productive an exercise as squeezing blood from a stone. I do not condone any illegal activities that may be written about in my fiction, nor do I partake in any of these activities personally. This is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. If you got here by googling yourself or someone you know, for the love of my sanity, hit the back button or DON'T TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.
Summary: There's a time and a place for everything. Too bad Gabe's missing it.
Warning: vague hints of dominance, but nothing overly dramatic. voyeurism. phone sex. ...does Gabe need his own warning?
Author's note: for e5chat, for which this was "storytime", back when we first started. for stephanometra, who took the raw story that I typed into the chat window and polished it up until it's what you see here. Love you, heartsister. A heartfelt thank you to burgaw who beta'd this for us in a speedy mcspeedster manner. ~fingerhearts~
Word count: 4,472

IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

so the meme is to go back through your journal entries and see what you were doing. Well. I can do that. to a certain degree. but I also am going to go ahead and back it up to the beginning of the century, 'cause i know exactly what i was doing. So:

2007-- I was three days from starting my insanejournal, and on the 4th, i made two posts. 1 was the declaration of independence, the other was a meme. both are flocked, or i'd link. I didn't actually make a post on the 3rd, so that's as close as you get.

2006--I was wishing werewindle and missmozell happy birthdays (HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLS!!) full of naked men. It was a good day. ~grin~

2005--Again, no posts on the 3rd, but on the fifth, i posted a meme that generated a battlecry. "I'm going to spank you so thoroughly, Buddha will explode!"

2004--I was bemoaning my inability to comfort my child and learning how to animate icons though i'm pretty sure that the icon on the post isn't the one i made.

2003--i had no internet, so i didn't post, but basically, I was letting Littlest Emo's father destroy me. No, i'm really not joking about that. Also...~eyes the date~ I was about to get pregnant. :P

2002--I met the littlest emo's dad. online. which is why you'll find me being careful with y'all until i get to know you better. i was also getting ready to start at FGCU, and, oh yeah, i was incredibly bitter due to the whole exchange thing and my mother straight up telling me about two weeks before the 4th that, "I don't like you. I want the daughter I had before back." No, i'm not making that up.

2001--I was 5 days away from leaving for my exchange. I was going insane. Packing up enough stuff to live for a year plus packing up my bedroom so my family could move to Denmark while i was gone. it was *crazy*

wow. not much has changed, huh? I'm still a crazy, overly emotional, meme doing wreck. *awesome*. :D

Title: Easy and Relaxed
Pairing: Matt Cortez/Bob Bryar
Fandom: Bandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: uh. PG-13? there's implied sex, as they loll in afterglow, but...
A/N: Drabble for lisaroquin, because she's having a shit day. I have no idea. I just...~hands~ i hope this at least makes you smile, hon.

( easy and relaxed )

title: Cartwheels in the Rain
author: ink_on_the_page
fandom: Band fandom: Panic At The Disco
rating: 13ish for boykissing
pairing: Brendon Urie/Spencer Smith
word count: 463
prompt: for finny91. The only prompt she gave me was the pairing, so I let the song do the talking, and this is what we got. :)
song: Christian Kane--Kane--Crazy In Love

( Cartwheels in the Rain )

title: One True Love
author: ink_on_the_page
fandom: Band fandom: My Chemical Romance and 30 Seconds To Mars
rating: 13ish for boykissing
pairing: Bob Bryar/Jared Leto
word count: 768
prompt: Jared Leto/Bob Bryar - Jared has found his destined love. Now he just has to convice Bob. --werewindle
song: Mindless Self Indulgence--Issues

A/N: uhm. please to be forgiving the complete CRACK. The song does not allow for anything else. I spent about five minutes dying of laughter when I realized what song had come up for this. I just...oh my dear sweet jesus fuck. Please do not be drinking or eating while reading this or listening to this song, because you will do a spit take and/or choke. I...i am sorry. that's all I've got. ~facepalm~

( Sometimes, plots and plans might go awry... )

Also, I figured the Howl CDs would sell out in a few weeks, not 2 hrs. If I knew this was going to happen, I would have given you the heads up. I apologize. I'm already thinking of new ideas for a special collectors edition of Howl. I hope I can deliver.

oh *tomradical*. ♥ you don't really get it, do you, bb? ~squishes him~ I got my copy, and stephanometra's, as per the arrangement we had (whoever was at the computer when they went up got one for each of us, and it's a good thing I did, 'cause they were long gone before she got near a comp. :D), but I would get that collector's edition. I really would. ~hugs them~

yes. i am a fangirl. i am not ashamed. \o/

Six months.

1337 comments (no, seriously. we're that geeky. I even screencapped it, look: )

12 days of flail.

And finally? One utterly gorgeous story.

Keeping Time, the tale of Spencer Smith, the Doctor's Companion.

if you have any love of Dr. Who or Bandom, or even just a good story, run, do not walk, and read this epic retelling of season three from the perspective of Spencer Smith. it is long. it is the *entire* season. It is fabulous. Read it. Love it. Pimp it.

Reply to this post, and I will write one thing I love about you. Maybe more than one. Then (if you want) repost to your own journal and spread the love.

I hope you all do this. I"d love to be able to tell you all how much i adore you. :D ♥

So i'm a music geek. I'm sure that fact has not escaped any of you. I'm about to prove how much of a geek I am. ~grin~

I snagged the John Coltrane complilation album, A Man Called Trane, from Starbucks the other day, because I have played the sax for..a really long damned time. Uhm. 16 years? I think? i've sorta lost count. Anyway! I'm a saxophonist, plus i love jazz. and hi, Coltrane? Epitome of jazz sax.

It's kind of awesome.

so I got the album. and then I ripped it at 320. So these are...not small. So because i know that there's a few of you out there that can't handle huge files due to your connection restraints, i've got them uploaded singly. If you only download one, I recommend My Favorite Things. it's gorgeous. And yes, the se are all m4a.

A Man Called Trane

1. Alabama
2. Blue Train
3. Softly as in a Morning Sunrise
4. Central Park West
5. Naima
6. Mr. Day
7. Giant Steps
8. My Favorite Things
9. I Want to Talk About You
10. A Love Supreme, Part 1

they're all mediafire uploads, so they should stay good. let me know if any of them go bad, and i'll reupload. Please, enjoy. Coltrane was a great, great man.

THIS IS MY GLEEFACE.

also my failface because I got behind on reporting Days Of Flail.

seriously. go. look. rejoice!!!

Day Two -- Keeping Time: A Fanmix

Day Three -- The Most Awesome Six Icons Ever.

Day Four -- Spencer Meets Tallulah

Day Five -- "Daleks In NYC"

Day Six -- The Most Awesome Stick Figures *EVER*

oh my god. my son, y'all.

~facepalm~

i just got a call from preschool:


"Littlest Emo is fine"

"...i don't like that you started the conversation that way."

"Well, i wanted you to know before I told you what happened, so you felt free to laugh."

"...okay, what happened"

"He...ran into a wall."

"...he ran into a wall?"

"Yeah. He's fine. bumped his head, but he's fine."

I'm starting to laugh at this point, because that is SO my kid

"Yeah, he's all right. [The teacher] asked him what his problem was, why had he run into the wall, and he said, 'I don't have a problem! The wall has the problem!' So. Yes, he's fine."

me: ~dying of laughter~

So...yeah. not only is the little shit obviously mine with the RUNNING INTO A FUCKING WALL (something I did until I was 15 when we figured out HEY SHE HAS NO DEPTH PERCEPTION), but he's a smartass about it.

I love my kid.

and yes, btw, i'll be getting his eyes tested as soon as I can.

So I got a haircut. And was told I *must* post pictures. So I stole mom's camera and camwhored. And the Littlest Emo got in on the act. Behold the results.

And I swear to god, i look like a vampire, wtf.

( HI WE IZ VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN )

based on This xkcd strip, as provided back in freakin' January by pearl_o. I kind of fail at promptness, BUT IT IS DONE! \o/

( in which Frank is ridiculous and Bob and Ray follow suit )

entangled_now did an alphabet meme in which she posted pretty people for every letter of the alphabet. I do same t'ing! Though...I think I'm going top wind up cheating, BUT HEY! THAT'S OKAY, NO ONE SAID THERE WERE LIMITS!!!

ETA: apologies to those who were subjected to this without a cut while I was at lunch. it's one of those days.

( I love to wander through the alphabet with you )

HAPPY FLAILDAY!

NO REALLY. IT'S THE FIRST OF THE TWELVE DAYS OF FLAIL.

SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!

Coming soon to a friend's list near you: Keeping Time, the adventures of The Doctor and his companion, Spencer Smith

It's marauder_bex's fault. blame her.

Tagged by marauder_bex
1. Go to your desktop and press the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key).
2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and doing a Paste (CTRL + V).
3. Post the picture on your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop if you want. You can explain why you prefer such a look or why it is full of icons. Things like that.
4. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktops as well.

I tag anyone that wants to do it, but also the following:

dreamyraynbo (while I know what's on her desktop, i think she should share it with the world)
lisaroquin
werewindle
chaosmanor
florahart

( Cut so that my desktop doesn't...uhm...make your panties combust. ~grin~ )

~clings to the internet~ oh. my. god. i've actually been home for a while, but I was busy trying to make this place as safe as possible. That...really wasn't the easiest thing to do. Jesus. Here's...what happened.

I got as far as I-75 with...well, i would say minimal fuss, but it was as creepy as fuck. bodies, abandoned cars, and shuffling, ambling people everywhere. i nearly hit people a few times. It took me half an hour to get the block to let me past. I'm still not sure how it happened, except that i completely abused my son's tearful little voice and put him on speakerphone. Yes. I used my son to get me through a police blockade. Call me a bad mother if you want, but god damn it, I wasn't leaving my baby alone when this shit was going down.

I...sped home after that, but I think speeding is relative when you're terrified for your life and that of your loved ones. I saw more abandoned cars, smoke from what was burning houses turned to grassfires... I think I even saw a gator that had been turned. I...really don't even want to think about how that happened, or how that's going to be stopped.

If it can be.

I finally got to my brother and my son, barricaded into my brother's room. Mom and Dad never made it home. Dad was on the east coast this morning, doing an install, and...well, I only hope t hat he managed to barricade himself into the pump house, because the alternatives are just too terrifying to comprehend. Mom was in fort myers for work like I was. I can only imagine that she couldn't get past the varricade. Mama, if you get to read this...we love you, and we're trying to find a way to get you out.

So now, it's just me, the brother, and the littlest emo. the dogs are here, but they're...whing and antsy, as you can imagine. the baby's asleep now, curled up between my brother and I. my brother is as quiet and pale as I've ever seen him. I don't...i don't even know, you guys. Aunt Mel and Sean aren't answering their phone. Deir stopped answering hours ago. the cell network is down here, so anyone else, in other towns...

We're going to power down everything, try and keep the light to a minimum. I don't know if that even has a hope of working, but it's all we have at this point. Tomorrow...well. Hopefully we get to see the sunrise.

I...am gonna do the best I can to get home. I don't know how i'm going to fare. I don't know if I'm even going to get through all the roadblocks, but as I"m obviously not bitten, and have pictures of my son to prove my sincerity of where I'm going...I hope I can get through. Safely.

I'll catch y'all on the other side. I hope. If I don't make it, I love each and every one of you, and know that I went down fighting.

And tell Gabe he'd better dance his fuckin' ass off.

So. Uhm. fuck? Apparently there...was this comet that i missed seeing last night because i was busy being slammed in the sinuses by a sledgehammer. And it...like, infected everyone with this...i don't even know, zombies, i suppose. shitshitshitshitshit.

Did lunch with Rachel and Deir, in the hopes of having some normallacy in this really bizarre morning, and instead, it just got worse. Abandoned cars everywhere, people wandering the streets, Deir got fucking bit...(guess I know why the barista tried for me this morning?)

Then Rachel's friend called. And I can't. get. home. Damn. it. I can't get to the littlest emo. They've quaranteed fuckin' Ft. Myers, not letting anyone in or out past 75. I called the brother creature, asked him to go get the kid from school, and he said he would, that things weren't as bad there yet, or something.

I...went back to work. I couldn't think of anything else. I mean...I could have tried to get to mom, but the only way i know of involves 75, and since they're not letting anybody on...coulda gone home with Rachel, I suppose, but if her family had been infected or something...I just...yeah. so i'm back at work, where at least I'll get paid?

My brain is weird sometimes.

So...anyone know where Cobra Starship is right now? They promised they'd be throwing the party when the world was ending.

...that's...odd? I just looked up from this list, intending to get up and go use the bathroom and then head to lunch with Rach and Deir, and...uhm, every desk but mine and one other woman's is empty? like..*everyone* is gone. Napoleon, T, Thin, Grouchy... there is no. one. here.

Uhm. lunchtime abandoment, i guess? I'm beginning to wonder, though, what with dreamyraynbo's posts about sirens and everything. I'm in a windowless building so I can't see out, plus i hide in my list all day with headphones on, so if people are talking about shit, I don't hear it.

Huh. Guess...i'll see what I can find out while I'm out at lunch?

Ya know...I was joking when I said I was going to change my boss's work nickname from Boss to Napoleon. ~watches him stalk around, presumably barking out orders~ Maybe i should take out my headphones or turn my music down and figure out what's got him so agitated?

...

nah. ~cranks it up a little more~

that has to be one of the weirdest drives into work i've ever had. There were fewer cars on the road for one, and considering I was running late, i really wasn't expecting that. there were cop cars everywhere, though, and other emergency vehicles.

Weirdest shit happened at starbucks, too. I was paying for my coffee, and when the girl handed me back my card, she...tried to bite me. O_o now, i'm all for fun times with biting, but, i'd really prefer to know you first? I know i'm in there a lot, but...uhm...yeah. nateface. i...don't even know. but, yes. weird.

i was late to work, but not one really seemed to notice. There aren't a lot of people here today. If I get locked out at lunch again, like I did last week? I'm going to be one unhappy camper. :P

...

All right, so...technically? I could get in a lot of trouble for making this post. I think the goal is to not let anyone that's not already in on the joke not...uhm, in on the joke, but last year? I had a couple of people freak me the fuck out because I didn't know what was going on, and they weren't the most mentally stable to begin with, so...uhm. Yes.

UNLESS IT'S OTHERWISE NOTED WITH AN APPROPRIATE TAG, POSTS MADE TO THIS JOURNAL TODAY ARE NOT REAL. I REPEAT, THEY ARE NOT REAL. NOT. REAL.

Everyone with me? Good!

BLITEOTW

Happy Friday The Thirteenth, y'all!

		I will marry Spencer Smith.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Chicago in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 4 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Green Honda Civic hybrid.
		I will spend my days as a chef, and live happily ever after.

...can I have this future for real, plz?

Aaaand it's not even 9:30 and already i'm facepalming. All right, three guesses!

#### UCOLYTUS WAY.

What's it supposed to be, y'all? (yes, I know, and it's been corrected, and I've moved on. I just...I have to amuse myself somehow...)

And highlight below for the answer, for those of you who don't want to wait.

Eucalyptus Way

...guys? They put Max behind Sean to protect him, right?



I mean...look at 'em. ~squishes their adorablness~

also, someone get on the OT3 of musical geniusness. Brendon/Patrick/Max ftw! \o/

i need to get the rest of my empires icons uploaded...

so you guys get randomness.

( Because I might be shot if I don't cut this bitch )

picked up from stephanometra who posted The Weight by Panic At The Disco

Weight Of The World // Evanescence

ETA: Der. the rules would help, right?

Here are the instructions for playing a game of Winamp that someone else has started.

1. Find a song in your music library which has at least one word in its title or artist in common with the title or artist of the last song in the chain. The following additional rules apply:

a. Different verb forms and plurals are permitted; definite and indefinite articles are not.

b. You may not repeat an artist who has already had one song posted in any given chain, nor may you post a cover or B-side of a song that has already been played.

c. Prepositions are frowned upon unless you can't make any other play.

For instance, building upon "Dream On," one could make the following plays:

"At Least We're Dreaming" // Eve 6

"I Dream an Old Lover" // Jeffrey Foucault

Or any other song that has some form of "dream" in it. That's kind of an easy one.

2. Comment to the entry or comment where Winamp was declared with a link to your song.

3. Wait for someone to play off of your song! If no one can, then you are the WINNER and get to start a new chain.

83 words

Speedtest

and i'm even sick. \o/

Badsonwodge, Louisiana.


ON WHAT PLANET IS THAT ACCEPTABLE?!

I'm losing it, y'all. I am. Come leave me ideas!