Words in your head that don't really work out loud where people can hear them.

Being the only two minorities in a room doesn't mean that we should dance. Pointing it out and saying those words aloud, to me, isn't really the best pick-up line. Ever. Just in case you were wondering.

Fic Rec: The Fire Handler (TSCC, Martin Bedell, PG-13)

Secondary one-off characters are difficult to get right. They are such easy fodder for Mary Sue-ing. No such concern with lithiumdoll's The Fire Handler. It's gritty and desperate, with hope and madness tangled and barely balanced on a knife's edge.

"So Francis, he gets his cloak and he puts it on the water. Gets his staff, ties it to the cloak ... and he sails anyway. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, but he sails anyway."

I am reading fic with Robert Mondavi

I'm spamming. I know, you guys, I know. But my life has been ... indescribable these days and I feel like spamming. Plus, tomorrow is my day off and I'm sitting here drinking chardonnay and contemplating the ice cream cookie sandwich thing in my freezer.


Anyway, I was going to say that occasionally, usually on a Friday after a monstrously stressful week, I like to lay on my floor and drink a half a bottle of white wine. And eat cake. Sometimes, Ho-Ho's.

I know.