I have all my windows open because the weather has gone cooler; it's that glorious time of year when I need neither heat nor air conditioning, and the air smells wonderful. However, at night there's some kind of tree frog or creature that makes this low, guttural, throat-rattle sort of croaking that sounds exactly like the noise you hear in horror ( Read more... )

The Olympics are over, but I have a ton of links and pictures and a Word document that is thirty eight pages of various gmail-chat conversations with various people that covered the entire span. Which might or might not get posted, because it all depends on how funny I think it sounds out of context, but whatever, I find it useful for tracking what ( Read more... )

So, uh. We interrupt the current winter sport focus to swing wildly back to summer sports, based on two recent announcements.

Aaron Peirsol is retiring and not trying to go to London 2012!

AND,

Ian Thorpe is UN-retiring, and intent on making a run for London 2012!

MICHAEL PHELPS, PLEASE PLEASE MAKE SOME KIND OF PUBLIC STATEMENT THAT CONFIRMS ( Read more... )

It's a good day for blasting Stroke 9's "Kick Some Ass" on repeat. Take the weekend by storm, you know ( Read more... )

Sometimes I have a bad week, and I cope with it by writing cracked-out speculative fiction about Michael Phelps' junk. The problem with this story is the parts that are the most fun to write are in the middle or the end, so it's hard to pull excerpts that make sense. Not that that will stop me.

( More Scaly Dicks )

I spent the entire day sprawled around the pool, recovering from yesterday, with the occasional break for dim sum and barbecue, so instead of an entry where I talk about something, I'm going to just post some WsIP. Two from swimming, two from FFVII.

( Swimming: Untitled, Jason Lezak and Michael Phelps gen, with a side order of Alain Bernard )

Fic. Written for missanee and splitting_minds in the drabble meme.

Man, I used up a lot of condoms while writing this, which led to some awkward conversations with the neighbors. "Lovely weather we're having. So, was that you on the roof yesterday, dropping… things?" Yes. Yes, Mrs. Smith, it was me. Lovely weather indeed.

( Sports Make You Health )

I hope I never die unexpectedly, because then my loved ones will go through my computer to see what I was doing beforehand. And then I will be disowned ( Read more... )

I haven't posted for the last week because I am sort of weird and paranoid and didn't want to jinx anything. But now the swimming is over, and I can start blathering all over again, as well as staring uneasily at the scaly dicks story, now at twenty pages and still growing. But first, two polls.

( Tell me what to write, and tell me where to put it )

The Olympics are here! Four years ago, I freaked out about getting into RPS, much less Olympic RPS. Since then, I've done a lot of embarrassing things, so I've gotten past the freaking and have just come to accept that I should never rule anything out, because if I do I will inevitably fall for it. So, please expect some craziness between now and ( Read more... )