The Southern Lights

So I've had really good luck with bosses in my... let's be overly generous and call it a "career."  Even at the soul-sucking law firm job, my boss left me alone to do my work and wished me well when I quit.  Anyway, luckily enough, this trend has continued at the tutoring center, and the woman who oversees all the humanities tutoring (including writing and philosophy) is really sweet.  Almost too sweet -- she gives lip service to being all strict on the "no walk-ins" policy, but she won't actually turn anyone away, even if it means triple booking us or consulting with a student herself.  She's so laid back I sometimes want to sniff her ever-present Dr Pepper can to see if there's more than just Dr Pepper in there.* 

( She's so sweet, she wants to make sure we're all eating enough roughage. )

*(There's no period after the Dr -- look it up.)

After hearing all this Facebook uproar, I went and checked my "Other" inbox to see all the messages I'd been missing out on, and there was only one.  It reads as follows:

I was impressed when i saw your profile today on Facebook and I will like to established a long lasting relationship , I'm new to these online dating world and was surfing around to find a profile that will suit what I'm looking for on here . I came across your profile and Drop by with a Yellow Rose that Signify friendship, I hope you accept my Rose if YES get back to me and tell me more about yourself and I will get back and do the same, i look forward to read from you, i wish to read from you soon , Hugs ,

...I'd totally ignore it if it wasn't the best offer I've gotten this year.  I, too, will like to established a long lasting relationship!  I'm not sure where this Yellow Rose is, though.  Is it metaphorical?  Or do I actually get a rose?  This is important; I want my damn rose.

Also, this guy I used to work with wrote this editorial [that's mainly about Spiderman toward the end, so I kind of skimmed that part -- it might contain spoilers, I don't know] that perfectly sums up how I felt about Prometheus and especially Snow White and the Huntsman.  I was counting the demographics that were being pandered to when I should have been seeing more of Chris Hemsworth shirtless immersed in the story.

And I meant to mention this a lot sooner, and I'm aware of the inherent hypocrisy, given my chosen fandoms, but: a reboot of the Spiderman reboot?  Really?  Really?  Can we all just look up "reboot" in the dictionary, because we keep using that word, and I don't think it means what we think it means.  It's not just casting different actors in the same parts.  It's like we've all decided "remake" is a dirty word, but "reboot," hey, if it's good enough for my operating system, it's good enough for my movies.  Ah, well, it could be worse -- it could be a "re-imagining."

( Alright, I'll shut up already and show you my Kink Bingo card )

FYI, I AM still writing Pinto fic, I've just been working (or trying to work) on outside projects that are... not going as well as the fic.

My thought process:
"Hey, there's a dog two cars up ahead."
"That dog's pretty cute."
"Wonder what he's leaning on.  Can't see through the windshield of the car ahead."
"It... it looks like... flannel?"

( What the actual fuck )

OK, STORY TIME.

When I was in college, my mom and sister always got a week off in mid-February for winter break, so the family would usually drive up to visit me.  One year, my dad decides to take us out to a nice dinner at one of those Japanese cook-at-your-table restaurants, and the place is packed.  So my dad asks the waiter, "Is there something going on tonight?  It seems really busy for a Tuesday."

The dude chuckles a little bit, but my dad presses on.  "Is there some kind of event here?  A convention?"

The waiter stops laughing and looks kind of sympathetically at my mom.  "Uh... seriously?"

"Yes," says my dad.

"Um, sir, it's Valentine's Day."

"Whoops."

Have we let him forget it a single Valentine's Day since then?  We have not.

You guys, I have been nominated for a thing!  More specifically, my Chris/Zach/Zoe fic Repertoire has been nominated at wicked_awards (under RPF, the Something Wicked category).  If my nominator is reading this, thank you muchly!  I am über-flattered, complete with umlaut.

The winners are determined by judges, not voting, so sadly I will not be passing around any promotional buttons or flags or those flat straw hats with my name on the hatband (They still do those, right?  Apparently I stopped paying attention to elections in 1932.)  Buuuut I just wanted to toot my own horn, because a) it is just fun to do sometimes; and b) it sounds a bit dirty.

Don't know if I mentioned it, but a few weeks I broke down and bought one of those cheek-swab DNA testing kits for Plato, in the hopes that knowing what unholy combination of specific breeds went into his design might give us some insight into training him.  (Pause for laughter.)  Incidentally, do you know that dogs do not like to have the inside of their cheeks swabbed, not even if you explain the reasons patiently?

Anyway, the report came back today, and it was, well...  I'll let you decide for yourself.  Just to refresh your memory, this is the dog in question:


Remember, I was told he was a dachshund/terrier mix.  These are the results that came back:

( The Results )

RPF Big Bang drafted and sent to beta!  Now I can work on the seven gazillion other fics I owe everyone!  Including Turnabout Intruder!  And post pictures of my dog!  Who did NOT shit on the (nonfunctional) treadmill today!  Huzzah!

But not tonight.  Tonight I'm gonna color in a coloring book, maybe read for a little while (the Percy Jackson Olympian series, which is thus far underwhelming to me), and then bury my head under three pillows and sleep until Wednesday.

Me: I applied to four jobs today!
Dad: Congratulations!
Me: I mean, two of them were sort of weenie jobs, so I don't know if they count.
Dad: Well, that's okay, you start with the weenie and you move up to... bratwurst?
::uncomfortable silence::
Me: So I'm gonna go get a Slurpee.
Dad: Yeah, have fun.

Fin

A college singing group visited my church tonight, and they started out with "Don't Stop Believin'."  Clearly, this can mean only one thing...

( One more macro under the cut )

...who wants to write me an AU fic where Zach is vacationing in the wilds of Peru to clear his head and Chris is his rugged sherpa?

LLLAMAS.

AWESOME HATS.

STEAMY JUNGLE SEX.

AND LLLLAMAS WEARING AWESOME HATS.

DO IT DO IT DO IT.