Oh, dear sweet LORD.
GUYS. OH MY GOD. OH, MY GOD.
This goes out to atoasterstrudel, whom I am certain can see the horror humor in this. Looks like Tommy has given up low-grade tequila and romantic pursuits of Bill Nelson in favor of dancing on national television in front of God and everybody. (Or, perhaps, this is all part of his greater plan to woo Bill Nelson. We don't know.)
I had to double-check to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Tom DeLay. On 'Dancing With the Stars.' ...MAN. He must be hard-up for a hobby.
Part of me, with my morbid curiosity, wants to watch. Another part of me is terrified. Do I *really* want to see Tom DeLay do the sexy tango? What if I can't unsee it? I might be scarred for life.
...
Aaaanyhoo. I had to get that out somewhere.
Monday's almost done. Yaaay. \o/ Tomorrow, drinks and dinner with Kimberlina, and Wednesday I'm off. Multiple margaritas, ENGAGE.
Productive weekend, was running constantly, though I don't feel like I did jack shit. Since I was on duty, I had to run back and forth multiple times to check on this hospitalized cat that was on an IV drip. Good times. Errands all day Saturday, and Sunday, as always, passed by too quickly.
I did manage to work a little bit on my submission for everyfandomfest. Dealing with language barriers, and nothing Jack seems to want to say comes out right. XD
I'm having a plot bunny attack, again, as I often seem to do when I'm working on something that has a deadline. A concept, based on one line. "During his imprisonment aboard the Narada, Captain Robau had come to realize that Ayel was the only officer on the ship who retained some sense of sanity."
*headdesk*
Oh, and this just in, JUST saw pictures from the DWTS rehearsal here. http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/photos/287766/287725 WHAT THE FLYING HELL. IT'S FOR REAL.
...is it just me, or has he lost a SHIT ton of weight?!!
WHY AM I SO PREOCCUPIED WITH THIS?
All right, I'm done for now. I think.
Hope everyone has a good week. Live long and prosper and whatnot.
EKB out.
This goes out to atoasterstrudel, whom I am certain can see the horror humor in this. Looks like Tommy has given up low-grade tequila and romantic pursuits of Bill Nelson in favor of dancing on national television in front of God and everybody. (Or, perhaps, this is all part of his greater plan to woo Bill Nelson. We don't know.)
I had to double-check to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Tom DeLay. On 'Dancing With the Stars.' ...MAN. He must be hard-up for a hobby.
Part of me, with my morbid curiosity, wants to watch. Another part of me is terrified. Do I *really* want to see Tom DeLay do the sexy tango? What if I can't unsee it? I might be scarred for life.
...
Aaaanyhoo. I had to get that out somewhere.
Monday's almost done. Yaaay. \o/ Tomorrow, drinks and dinner with Kimberlina, and Wednesday I'm off. Multiple margaritas, ENGAGE.
Productive weekend, was running constantly, though I don't feel like I did jack shit. Since I was on duty, I had to run back and forth multiple times to check on this hospitalized cat that was on an IV drip. Good times. Errands all day Saturday, and Sunday, as always, passed by too quickly.
I did manage to work a little bit on my submission for everyfandomfest. Dealing with language barriers, and nothing Jack seems to want to say comes out right. XD
I'm having a plot bunny attack, again, as I often seem to do when I'm working on something that has a deadline. A concept, based on one line. "During his imprisonment aboard the Narada, Captain Robau had come to realize that Ayel was the only officer on the ship who retained some sense of sanity."
*headdesk*
Oh, and this just in, JUST saw pictures from the DWTS rehearsal here. http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/photos/287766/287725 WHAT THE FLYING HELL. IT'S FOR REAL.
...is it just me, or has he lost a SHIT ton of weight?!!
WHY AM I SO PREOCCUPIED WITH THIS?
All right, I'm done for now. I think.
Hope everyone has a good week. Live long and prosper and whatnot.
EKB out.