Merry Christmas Eve ( Read more... )

Long shot but I figured I'd ask on my journal before going to a fic finding community.

So I once read this fic or series of fics in Glee fandom. They were Kurt/Blaine and Blaine has an older sister he lives with. One of the stories was set over the Christmas break and their heat went out....eventually Burt & Kurt came by to try to fix it but couldn ( Read more... )

Flist, I have a problem. Even since I got my new laptop (in December), anytime I attempt to embed videos, nothing shows up. I can view embeded videos without any trouble but embeding myself is a no go. I have a Toshiba Satellite A665, anyone know how to help?

Thanks so much <33333 ( Read more... )

I'm currently having a mini Madonna revival listening party while I attempt to be productive. Unfortunately, I am weak-willed and LJ calls my name. I've got a few recs and some Firefox questions for ya'll.

The WIP I rec'd the other day is now available at:  the understood boundaries of self by strzyga . Fantastically written story that just resonates with ( Read more... )

Home again from seeing Inception this afternoon. I luckily went in only knowing that the internet was all ajizz over this movie and that involved dreams. I hadn't even seen the entire trailer (I know, I'm not sure what rock I was under either). What a wonderful mindfuck of a movie. No spoilers here as the hamster in my brain is running in circles ( Read more... )

• So I hear this Enrique Iglesias song "I Like It' all the time on the radio but I heard it from the top for the first time on my way home from work on Friday. Now, I've had to pretend that first couple of lines do no exist. My infidelity squick is huge and I was literally yelling at Enrique through my radio. It's not okay for you to hook up or ( Read more... )

The Internet has been good to me today.

Via a friend on Facebook, a link to an old 2005 post about rape from a male blogger. If only I could beam this information in many heads. It makes many good points but could be triggering.

This isn’t something I’m proud of. That’s because I can’t be proud of not raping people anymore than I can be proud of ( Read more... )

I have to share a few more poems as we're reaching the end of April.

Funeral Blues (orgininally  published as Song IX) 
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling ( Read more... )