Hi, I'm in Pensacola. It's colder than popular culture has always assured me that Florida would be, but then I'm not surrounded by snow anymore, so I really can't complain. I'm still so tired I'm barely making sense, but tonight I plan to sleep, so yay!
Things of interest:
Panic! on the Sauce, which I know everyone has seen already and I am late to the party, but whatever. Steven Smith! I love you! (Not as much as Gerard does.) That interview was like a summary of all the ridiculous and inexplicable reasons I love that band, and also that interviewer. Ryan loves hobbits! Jon breaks laptops! Brendon and Spencer whisper secrets on couches! (And we're not playing telephone, Spencer!)
Honestly, Spencer's face. You can tell the exact moment when Brendon must have started whispering. His smile. I wish more of it had been in the shot, because ugh. I am having this whole Spencer Smith renaissance. In spite of the facial hair!
Then I wandered off on youtube for a while and watched crazy foreign interviews and people making fun of Bob for being Robinson Crusoe and I giggled a lot and said "omg Geraaaaard" a lot, which is not all that unusual for me. Moving on.
disarm_d and I chatporned again, because she had to go and say "la la la sex pollen!" (This was before Oistros) and then we kind of...went off. You know. Sex pollen!
chatporn, for anyone who wants it. Spencer/Brendon, and, um, pretty graphically smutty. I'm just saying. Laura brings that out in me. *winks*
She is also having a
sex pollen pornomeme, which is a pretty darned awesome idea, and you should all get on that. If you haven't already. I have the window open for later readings!
*takes naps on friends-list*