and now my life is lacking!
* I just finished the fourth book of Shadow of the Templar this morning (I've been trying to savor it as much as I can) and now I want more! I can't believe that's the end. And once this latest one's up for sale in print, I'm totally getting all of them so I can dog-ear pages and sigh and reread them without the benefit of my laptop.
* Skoosie's 40 Christmas Songs You Probably Aren't Sick Of Yet is going to be going up tonight. I got the zip file uploaded last night, but didn't have enough time to upload all the songs individually, so that's going to happen when I get home from work some time, and then you'll have a delightful selection of holiday songs, most of which I don't think are ever played on the radio. There's a few standards that I slipped in, just because, but none that are on that constant grating loop.
* Does anyone know when Merlin's coming back for next season? HOW LONG MUST I WAIT FOR MOAR?
* That's it. Except for this:
“He means,” Joe says, because he’s heard this from Ryan already, “he slept in Spencer’s bed, while Spencer slept on the couch.”
“He’s a gentleman,” Brendon says, half-defensively, half-dreamily, like he’s imagining Spencer as fucking Prince Charming or something.
“He’s an idiot,” Ballato says.
“I’m in love.” Brendon shoves a nacho in his mouth and grins as he chews. “We’re getting married, guys, it was writ in the stars! And lo, Spencer Smith was meant forever and ever for Brendon Urie, amen.”
“I can’t believe I hang out with you guys,” Ballato says, and Joe points a finger at her in silent agreement.
* Skoosie's 40 Christmas Songs You Probably Aren't Sick Of Yet is going to be going up tonight. I got the zip file uploaded last night, but didn't have enough time to upload all the songs individually, so that's going to happen when I get home from work some time, and then you'll have a delightful selection of holiday songs, most of which I don't think are ever played on the radio. There's a few standards that I slipped in, just because, but none that are on that constant grating loop.
* Does anyone know when Merlin's coming back for next season? HOW LONG MUST I WAIT FOR MOAR?
* That's it. Except for this:
“He means,” Joe says, because he’s heard this from Ryan already, “he slept in Spencer’s bed, while Spencer slept on the couch.”
“He’s a gentleman,” Brendon says, half-defensively, half-dreamily, like he’s imagining Spencer as fucking Prince Charming or something.
“He’s an idiot,” Ballato says.
“I’m in love.” Brendon shoves a nacho in his mouth and grins as he chews. “We’re getting married, guys, it was writ in the stars! And lo, Spencer Smith was meant forever and ever for Brendon Urie, amen.”
“I can’t believe I hang out with you guys,” Ballato says, and Joe points a finger at her in silent agreement.