In which she presents a few items that are deserving of glee...
Item One:
Imagine how much I squee'd when I came home from work, jumped on the computer, and saw that I had been left the following MySpace comment:
I know many of you are saddened by me dying last night on Heroes. [...] Don't worry, I may be dead...but on Heroes...am I Really?
Peace,
Eric
Link here.
And yes, that's totally THE Eric Roberts, aka Thompson! Because I'm cool enough to have not one, but two cast members as MySpace friends. Which, duh, means we're also BFFs in RL. (OhmigawdIwish!) So Eric, in commemoration of your character's death, you get the icon for this post; because Thompson is the king of snark.
Item Two:
While I was flipping through my flist, I came across this post in heroes_sylar; begging that eternal question: How do the characters without real jobs support themselves?
At first, my favorite idea was the one wherein Sylar paid the bills by being an internet stripper (because I'd so be all up for that; y'know helping him in life, and everything). But then, info_cassie made the best statement EVAR: "I think people just stop him on the street and give him money because he's so awesome."
True dat.
Item Three:
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am by no means a writer of fic, quality or no. Mainly due to the fact that when it comes to my own writing I am waaaay too much of a perfectionist. (Seriously, remember that LotR fic I started working on way back in the day? Well, let's just say I've been stuck on chapter 4 since like, 2003. No joke.) In fact, for the longest time I couldn't even read any fic. It was just impossible.
But lately, a certain fandom (which, though highly obvious, shall remain nameless) has changed (most of) that. I'm not back to writing (not yet, anyway; although a few cracky ideas are beginning to formulate in this crazy head o'mine), but my quest for good fic is at it's highest.
So imagine my delight when I see this. Like, seriously, super!crack-yet-totally-badass AU. I need now.
Item Four:
Meta for The Hard Part is finally up at heroes_meta! (Omg, yaaay!) True, I was only quoted once this week, but I admit, it was not my best job. But the broyay/hoyay was all up in it's shit, and chibirhm's theory about Tim Kring and his hat makes more sense than anything I've ever heard of IN MY LIFE.
Go read!
Item Five:
1. The boys throw around some gang signs. Adrian tells himself to live long and prosper, and Milo "makes us look".
2. HOTTEST ORGY EVAR! On one hand: Zach + Milo = RL snuggle!fight pairing of DOOME! Ont he other hand: Omg, Coleman, your face is much too close to Hayden's boobies!
3. Hee! Socks!
4. More gang signs, only Adrian decides to give us his infamous peace hand! (OMG, PURE SECKS!) And Sandal's face scares me here.
5. MILO: Quake in fear of my crazy faces and strange glowing eyes!
ZACH: Adrian-BRAINS?
ADRIAN: *is doomed*
6. "And that's when the fangirls jumped me!"
7. Same image, slightly altered because I am evil, and couldn't resist... (Oh, yeah, I'm totally headed to special hell, now.)
8. |(Kitty hair + manly stubble)/ears of God| * SYBROWS = INSTANT FANGASM
9. Out of focus, in an artsy kind of way, but OMG THOSE GLASSES! *dies*
Item Six:
No words can describe this, other than please do yourself a favor and go to the bathroom before partaking in the crack. (KETCHUP! FROZEN DINNERS!)
Item Seven:
apod has some of the best random comment posts ever. Astronomy for the win!
Item Eight:
Methinks the next door neighbors are getting/have been evicted. This is total YAY!
[EDIT: Okay, so I got out of work yesterday and noticed that I had a missed call from some phone number I didn't recognize. It happens all the time, so I didn't think much about it. But then just a little while ago I'm hanging out on the boards over at 9th Wonders, in their 360 section, when I stumble across this little nugget of golden fuck. Of course, I look back at the number on my phone and realize that "HFS, NATHAN PETRELLI CALLED MAH PHONE AN' I MISSED IT! I'MA GO DIE NOW!" I was so bummed that I had missed it, but then saw that if you call the number back you get the recording. So yeah, I called it. And added the number to my phone book. I'ma dork. (Seriously, though, if the rates won't kill you, call 660-833-4191, and die a fangirly death at the mercy of Adrian's voice.) ... Now I really need an official Vote Petrelli t-shirt. It'd be so perfect next to my Jack Bauer for President one.]
Imagine how much I squee'd when I came home from work, jumped on the computer, and saw that I had been left the following MySpace comment:
I know many of you are saddened by me dying last night on Heroes. [...] Don't worry, I may be dead...but on Heroes...am I Really?
Peace,
Eric
Link here.
And yes, that's totally THE Eric Roberts, aka Thompson! Because I'm cool enough to have not one, but two cast members as MySpace friends. Which, duh, means we're also BFFs in RL. (OhmigawdIwish!) So Eric, in commemoration of your character's death, you get the icon for this post; because Thompson is the king of snark.
Item Two:
While I was flipping through my flist, I came across this post in heroes_sylar; begging that eternal question: How do the characters without real jobs support themselves?
At first, my favorite idea was the one wherein Sylar paid the bills by being an internet stripper (because I'd so be all up for that; y'know helping him in life, and everything). But then, info_cassie made the best statement EVAR: "I think people just stop him on the street and give him money because he's so awesome."
True dat.
Item Three:
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I am by no means a writer of fic, quality or no. Mainly due to the fact that when it comes to my own writing I am waaaay too much of a perfectionist. (Seriously, remember that LotR fic I started working on way back in the day? Well, let's just say I've been stuck on chapter 4 since like, 2003. No joke.) In fact, for the longest time I couldn't even read any fic. It was just impossible.
But lately, a certain fandom (which, though highly obvious, shall remain nameless) has changed (most of) that. I'm not back to writing (not yet, anyway; although a few cracky ideas are beginning to formulate in this crazy head o'mine), but my quest for good fic is at it's highest.
So imagine my delight when I see this. Like, seriously, super!crack-yet-totally-badass AU. I need now.
Item Four:
Meta for The Hard Part is finally up at heroes_meta! (Omg, yaaay!) True, I was only quoted once this week, but I admit, it was not my best job. But the broyay/hoyay was all up in it's shit, and chibirhm's theory about Tim Kring and his hat makes more sense than anything I've ever heard of IN MY LIFE.
Go read!
Item Five:
1. The boys throw around some gang signs. Adrian tells himself to live long and prosper, and Milo "makes us look".
2. HOTTEST ORGY EVAR! On one hand: Zach + Milo = RL snuggle!fight pairing of DOOME! Ont he other hand: Omg, Coleman, your face is much too close to Hayden's boobies!
3. Hee! Socks!
4. More gang signs, only Adrian decides to give us his infamous peace hand! (OMG, PURE SECKS!) And Sandal's face scares me here.
5. MILO: Quake in fear of my crazy faces and strange glowing eyes!
ZACH: Adrian-BRAINS?
ADRIAN: *is doomed*
6. "And that's when the fangirls jumped me!"
7. Same image, slightly altered because I am evil, and couldn't resist... (Oh, yeah, I'm totally headed to special hell, now.)
8. |(Kitty hair + manly stubble)/ears of God| * SYBROWS = INSTANT FANGASM
9. Out of focus, in an artsy kind of way, but OMG THOSE GLASSES! *dies*
Item Six:
No words can describe this, other than please do yourself a favor and go to the bathroom before partaking in the crack. (KETCHUP! FROZEN DINNERS!)
Click to viewItem Seven:
apod has some of the best random comment posts ever. Astronomy for the win!
Item Eight:
Methinks the next door neighbors are getting/have been evicted. This is total YAY!
[EDIT: Okay, so I got out of work yesterday and noticed that I had a missed call from some phone number I didn't recognize. It happens all the time, so I didn't think much about it. But then just a little while ago I'm hanging out on the boards over at 9th Wonders, in their 360 section, when I stumble across this little nugget of golden fuck. Of course, I look back at the number on my phone and realize that "HFS, NATHAN PETRELLI CALLED MAH PHONE AN' I MISSED IT! I'MA GO DIE NOW!" I was so bummed that I had missed it, but then saw that if you call the number back you get the recording. So yeah, I called it. And added the number to my phone book. I'ma dork. (Seriously, though, if the rates won't kill you, call 660-833-4191, and die a fangirly death at the mercy of Adrian's voice.) ... Now I really need an official Vote Petrelli t-shirt. It'd be so perfect next to my Jack Bauer for President one.]