Four Men and a Little Lady
I’m not entirely sober (10 beers in me). Suck it up, and read. Because I still have valid points/recs to be made. Yo.
My husband and his three best friends are in the living room. Apparently my drinking skills are impressive to them. Many comments tossed about regarding my “aww-yeah” consumption of alcoholic beverages. Eh. I have a low tolerance when compared to my NYC gang from years gone by. But, you know, hey--impressive. I rock. I am the QUEEN OF THE FREAKING UNIVERSE.
Completely redid the Buffyverse Lyric Wheel site today. It was an effort to distract myself from smoking. Remembered the wonderful shit that came from the wheel and wished I could nominate it at Better Buffy fic, but I’m too damn close. Fairfax, I have decided, rocks my freaking world. Does she have a LJ? Because, I need more Fairfax in my life. If you know her, pass on my praise. She is scrumpulescent. Seriously.
Read some wonderful Oz/Angel by glossing. Go, read Today’s for Friends because it really kicks ass. I don’t read much Oz stuff, because...well, I just never have. But Gloss is a fabulous author. I read all of her stuff, regardless of whether or not I actually generally read a particular pairing (except for RPS because...well, I don’t think there’s an author talented enough for me not to be a little weirded out by RPS). glossing is consistently wonderful with language and imagery. The stuff that gets me. Comment, when you visit, because she deserves it. And she rocks in other ways besides just her writing. One of those people I think, “whoah, I’d really like to know this person.” You know? Yeah, you do.
While I’m on the subject of people, and brilliant writing, allow me to take a moment to pimp Tongues of Angels by amand_r because it fucking rocks. It’s a Highlander fic, but I don’t care if you’ve never read highlander fic. It’s just fantastically wonderful. Goddesses, and mythos, and the tree of knowledge, and Immortals. A wonderful journey through time and religion and mythology and immortality. Plus, Amand-r is just...brilliant. There is no other word. Brilliant. Read it. You’ll thank me.
Have gotten accosted by the four men to play “We’ll Meet Again” for some reason. Seems to be a great drinking song in the vein of “Piano Man”. Whatever. All I know is, they’re about to put in a really cheesey movie and I’m glad I’m in here typing away on my keyboard. Oh, no, got pulled in to the other room to take pictures. Awww, our poor dog. I don’t know that he’ll ever recover.
Despite what recent entries in this journal might say, I’m not a drunkard. Really, I’m not. I drink maybe every two weeks or so. Usually less. As opposed to my last days in NYC when I was out and about getting trashed 4-5 times a week, and getting messed up in the head through other means two times a week. Oooooh, good times.
Am working on a third Gunn/Lindsey story .Because, you know--the more I think about it? Yeah, the more I can see it. Gunn. Lindsey. Gah! And even without the sex. Yum. They click, yo.
Also got some outlining done on the Faith story for the After the Opera series. Already have over 70 pages written, but need to make sure I know where it’s all going, and that what’s already written ties into it. So, bonus! I was productive, yo. Aww, yeah.
BTW, the men just had a toast in my honor: “To Dana, for putting up with us.” Yeah, that’s about right.
My husband and his three best friends are in the living room. Apparently my drinking skills are impressive to them. Many comments tossed about regarding my “aww-yeah” consumption of alcoholic beverages. Eh. I have a low tolerance when compared to my NYC gang from years gone by. But, you know, hey--impressive. I rock. I am the QUEEN OF THE FREAKING UNIVERSE.
Completely redid the Buffyverse Lyric Wheel site today. It was an effort to distract myself from smoking. Remembered the wonderful shit that came from the wheel and wished I could nominate it at Better Buffy fic, but I’m too damn close. Fairfax, I have decided, rocks my freaking world. Does she have a LJ? Because, I need more Fairfax in my life. If you know her, pass on my praise. She is scrumpulescent. Seriously.
Read some wonderful Oz/Angel by glossing. Go, read Today’s for Friends because it really kicks ass. I don’t read much Oz stuff, because...well, I just never have. But Gloss is a fabulous author. I read all of her stuff, regardless of whether or not I actually generally read a particular pairing (except for RPS because...well, I don’t think there’s an author talented enough for me not to be a little weirded out by RPS). glossing is consistently wonderful with language and imagery. The stuff that gets me. Comment, when you visit, because she deserves it. And she rocks in other ways besides just her writing. One of those people I think, “whoah, I’d really like to know this person.” You know? Yeah, you do.
While I’m on the subject of people, and brilliant writing, allow me to take a moment to pimp Tongues of Angels by amand_r because it fucking rocks. It’s a Highlander fic, but I don’t care if you’ve never read highlander fic. It’s just fantastically wonderful. Goddesses, and mythos, and the tree of knowledge, and Immortals. A wonderful journey through time and religion and mythology and immortality. Plus, Amand-r is just...brilliant. There is no other word. Brilliant. Read it. You’ll thank me.
Have gotten accosted by the four men to play “We’ll Meet Again” for some reason. Seems to be a great drinking song in the vein of “Piano Man”. Whatever. All I know is, they’re about to put in a really cheesey movie and I’m glad I’m in here typing away on my keyboard. Oh, no, got pulled in to the other room to take pictures. Awww, our poor dog. I don’t know that he’ll ever recover.
Despite what recent entries in this journal might say, I’m not a drunkard. Really, I’m not. I drink maybe every two weeks or so. Usually less. As opposed to my last days in NYC when I was out and about getting trashed 4-5 times a week, and getting messed up in the head through other means two times a week. Oooooh, good times.
Am working on a third Gunn/Lindsey story .Because, you know--the more I think about it? Yeah, the more I can see it. Gunn. Lindsey. Gah! And even without the sex. Yum. They click, yo.
Also got some outlining done on the Faith story for the After the Opera series. Already have over 70 pages written, but need to make sure I know where it’s all going, and that what’s already written ties into it. So, bonus! I was productive, yo. Aww, yeah.
BTW, the men just had a toast in my honor: “To Dana, for putting up with us.” Yeah, that’s about right.