So I roll up to the checkout lane of the local Super Target and the checker is a little cutie of a kid. Now, I say kid, but he could have been anywhere from... 18-25. I suck at ages. Anyway, I start unloading my cart and he says, "Where are you going tonight looking all cute?"

Please note that I am wearing my standard weekend fare of jeans and a concert tee. I dried my hair, but that was it and I'm wearing some pretty ridonk giant plastic barrettes.

I say, "Having some friends over for a little party."

"What do I have to do to get an invite to your party?"

I had to pause a second because this? DOES NOT HAPPEN TO ME. "Well, we're all old, so it's going to be a boring party."

He looks me over. "You're not old."

"I'm thirty-five."

"No way!"

"That's what my mom tells me."

"Well, damn, girl. You are a fine thirty-five."

"Thanks."

"So what are you doing at your 'old' party tonight?"

"Having some snacks, a couple of drinks, and watching Sharktopus on SyFy."

"Shoot. You're sure you're thirty-five? I still wanna be your little thing at the party."

"Heh. Thanks."

And I was out.

WTAF, people?

So, tomorrow.

If you're planning on joining everyone at my house to watch the SyFy epic Sharktopus, the below information is for you!

Time: 6:30 or 7pm
Where: My house
Bring: snackies or drinkies to share. Nothing too hardcore; it's a casual evening watching a crappy movie.

I think that's it...

Title: Spit the Dark
Author: carleton97
Fandom: Darkness Falls
Rating: NC17
Summary: So, now he's got a decade's worth of anti-psychotics whizzing through his system, but even that can't stop the constant, tiny voice in the back of his head whispering sanesanesanesane.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were.

I watched this movie on F/X one night forever ago about an evil Tooth Fairy/witch/wrongly murdered woman killing people and it was good. It just sort of got to me.

Title and cut text are from the Empires song Spit the Dark.

( i will guide you in the night, i will guide in the night )

T-minus three days.

Left to accomplish on costumes (by costume day)

Thursday - NOTHING (thanks for the loaner dress, A!)

Friday - sew peplum to jacket
- make and attach d-rings (FUCK, buy more d-rings, idiot. You need them on both sides.)
- sew jacket lining (remember back darts are smaller than on pattern)
- attach lining
- sew & attach sleeves
- brush out chalk marks
- iron the fuck out of jacket
- buy chain and clips for front closure

- make bag to carry camera/phone

- fill alchemist bottles

- get henna done (Wednesday night, thanks Legend!)

Saturday - NOTHING (reusing pirate costume, woo!)

OMFG

My dear friend Adrianne lost her sister to cancer and wants to do something to make sure no one else has to go through that.

She is going to be participating in the San Diego Rock and Roll Marathon in honor of her sister, Angie, and is accepting donations for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society through this site:

http://pages.teamintraining.org/ocie/rnr10/awoodward

If you have an extra $5, please consider donating it towards this cause.

What kills me about Tool Academy this season is that all the male tools are so pissed when their girlfriends even talk to the guy with the tool girlfriend, yet get all defensive about being dirty ass cheaters.

Talk about projection.

shame? what?

Weekly crafting party at my house!

Show up six-ish and bring your crafts.

If you've never been, email me for directions.

Title: sl1 k2tog psso
Pairing: Bob/Frank/Jamia
Length: 9100
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: If you googled yourself, or someone you know, go away.

Thanks to: As always, rue_quercus and violacea were absolutely invaluable in the crafting of this story. It started from an image of our favorite failboats sitting around and crafting and became this.

Notes: the title refers to a knitting stitch wherein three stitches become one.

( Bob is at his store every day )

I'm calling craft night for weather.

It's bitch-ass cold for the first time of the year and we all should snuggle down on our couches and drink our warm beverage of choice.

Gimme my comment notifications!

So tonight...

I was out this morning and it was cold and a little slippery, but I think accumulation has stopped?

It's up to you all if you want to come craft tonight, but I'll be here one way or the other and you're always welcome.

The weather might be sketchy. Is there still plans?

I have my baby back!

I have missed my computer SO MUCH.

I've been using A's eeePC since my laptop went down and I can't tell you how much I've appreciated it, but it's not the same.

Although, I do wish that by upgrading to Karmic Koala I hadn't killed my USB connectivity. Le sigh, Ubuntu. Fix release, plz.

Spinach and Pea Soup

1/2 T olive oil
1/2 T butter
2 medium leeks, sliced
1 medium onion, diced
3 medium carrots, sliced
2 stalk celery, sliced
10 sprigs fresh parsley, chopped
1/4 t dried marjoram
1 t salt
4 C vegetable broth
1 1/2 C water, divided
1 C frozen or fresh peas
1 bunch spinach, washed & stemmed
1 t black pepper
1/2 t white pepper
2 1/2 t rice vinegar

Sautee the vegetables, parsley, marjoram, and salt in the oils plus 1/2 C water for 5 minutes. Add the vegetable broth and remaining water. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat, cover, and simmer until vegetables are tender.

Stir in peas & spinach and cook until bright green & wilted. Remove from heat and run batches through blender or food processor (or stick blender, I suppose). Return to pan.

Add pepper & vinegar and serve.

I like things tangy and peppery, so you can adjust those two things down to start and add more as you like it.

So I was just watching E! (DON'T JUDGE ME) and the commercial for the new Girls Next Door came on. The music?

Hey Monday's Homecoming.

I don't know why I found it so hilarious, but I did.

MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS!

At least once a year, an Ubuntu update will completely fuck up my wireless authentication.

Hopefully this latest fuckup will get cleared up quicker than the last, which took over 9 months.

Fuckstick.

OK, so CSI: Miami.

As I mentioned before Tim Speedle is one of my fandom kryptonites.

I will wedge him into any story possible if just to fix the character assassination wrought by his ignominious end.

One of things I love most about him is the BLATANTLY GAY BACKSTORY whomever was in control of the CBS website in the early 2000's came up with. Before you accuse me of being a deluded slasher, just read this (it's paraphrased since CBS took down his old character bio and I can't find it while I'm at work, but it's accurate):

Tim grew up in upstate NY where father was a restaurant chef and his mother was a social worker. He had a brother who was significantly younger and a best friend (I named him David). Tim and his best friend had plans after they graduated high school to go to college together. Their plans were derailed, however, when David was seriously injured during their senior ski trip. In addition to severe internal injuries, he became parapelegic. So when Tim went off to college, he spent all of his time researching paralysis, trying to come up with a rememdy for David. Tragically, after about two years (all of them in the hospital, it sounded like), David died from his injuries.

At this point, Tim jumps on his motorcycle and disappears for a year and no one knows where he is until he shows up on David's uncle's doorstep in Miami. David's uncle was the county coroner and it's through him that Tim meets Megan and gets interested in forensic science. He finishes school and starts working for the Miami crime lab...

Honestly, that shit is GAY. I'm just saying.

Except for the SPN xover I posted earlier, all of the stories -- posted and unfinished -- I have for him are sort of interrelated.

It starts with this snippet below which details the fun, sexytimes Speed and David have on their senior trip immediately before the tragic accident:

( seriously, I can bring the angst if I try )

The tale continues in the story I wrote for a fic exchange called A Thousand Whispers.

The next bit is Sawdust Voices which is actually one of my favorite things that I've ever written. This is also part of the tattoo series I had in my head.

Next comes canon except, instead of dying in that jewelry store, Tim gets a total wakeup call. He does not actually want to die, but he does't want to be involved in law enforcement either. So he quits his job, moves back to NY state, and enrolls in graduate school.

It's then that he meets a certain sportscaster of our acquaintance.

( this is really long )

So, a few years back, the new TV season was getting ready to start and I was super excited that Michael Biehn was going to be on my TV in a new cop drama called Hawaii. I thought for sure it'd be successful because it was up against some other new show about a plane crash or something?

Yeah, I picked the loser on that one. Hawaii lasted about 8 episodes before it was smothered by the Lost monster.

Eight episodes was all I needed, though to totally fall in love with the characters of Danny (Ivan Sergei) and Chris (Eric Balfour). I wrote two stories for the fandom back in 04/05 -- Mele Kelikimaka and Panic Movement -- but had four others plotted out. One is just a silly little thing, the second is part of a group of stories I was working on about tattoos and the last two the second and third parts of the story started in Panic Movement.

( this first one is what I called hawaii manga story )

( the tattoo story )

( this picks up directly after Panic Movement and goes to the end of the story )

Just spent three hours cleaning 2.5 rooms of my house (living room, bathroom, & short hallway).

And when I say 'cleaning' I mean moving furniture away from the walls and mopping down the hardwood and cleaning out under the bathroom sink.

I also cleaned out under the kitchen sink which was a mess of plastic bags, cleaning products, and fucking water. I couldnt' feel any leaks, so it might have just been condensation from the humid summer, but I'll be keeping my eye on that.

Still left to do: kitchen, bedroom, office.

The office is pretty straightforward - dusting and swiffering and mopping. My bedroom curtains still need to be hung, but I don't have any rods, so that might mean a trip to IKEA. I also need to change my bedding and go on a spider hunt.

It's that time of year.

But I think I'll leave those for tomorrow so my housemate/brother can tackle the kitchen when he gets back from up north. The floor is all sticky from the stupid girls he hangs out with spilling vodka on it at least three times a week.

So one of my very favorite characters ever is Tim Speedle from the first couple seasons of CSI:Miami. I loved his attitude and his backstory and his hot, hotass self. I thought it was character assassination of the highest degree when they killed him off the way they did, so I have a few different ways that I've fixed that over the years.

This first one doesn't ignore his death and is an xover with Supernatural that ends up Speed(sort of)/Dean.

( I have a problem, okay? )

When did I get old enough to hurt myself sewing?

Well, to be fair, it was bending over the too-short table and cutting out the pattern that did the number on my back.

Sore back notwithstanding, my TOS costume is mostly done! I just need to hem it, put the zipper in & take it in around the upper back, hem the sleeves, and fiddle with the neckline.

That doesn't sound like mostly done, does it? But it totally is!