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I don't have a happy post. I'm wanting to build one with your help. It's been...rough today. Rougher than earlier this week, and that should say something.

What I'm Asking You To Do:
* comment with a happy story! ALL HAPPINESS, pls.
* comment with a funny gif or picture
* comment with a soundcloud song that makes you wriggle like a pup

What I'm Asking You To PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT Do:
* share a story of trauma, even if you've overcome it (I cannot take one more ounce today)
* half-full that glass :(
* put down anyone, even if you think they really deserve it. Even if it's Karl Rove. Okay, he and Ann Coulter are fair game.

I'll start things off with this:

:) (or go here! WHEE! CAT BOUNCE.)

If you don't know how to share images, go to tinypic.com. Upload your image. C&P the raw link, and in the comment type: [img src="http link.jpg/png/gif"] replacing the [ and ] with < and >. Linking TO something is [a href="httplink"]your word for it - butts[/a] changing [ and] to < and >.

Bookmark this page; come back to it when things are bad and you need a smile (or at least less of a frown). <3 Be good to each other. Look out for your sister/brother. Share the last piece of candy. :)

Current Mood: sad

I don't know why I'm so excited for Friday, I don't have a desk job. BUT HEY, OUR CULTURE DICTATES THAT I SHARE JOY. And so I do. I'm in a fabulous mood, brought on by an excellent 2 hour massage yesterday (and the knowledge that I have another scheduled for next Friday and the Friday after...) Dude. This chick tore into my glutes and quads, just stripping those muscles of all the little ouchies and I felt like I was made of pudding afterward. Hurt so good. (It only hurt because I hadn't been in for months. Regular massage keeps everything lovely. And your skin thanks you, too! Bye bye, cellulite on my booty.)

And then I ruined it by doing a million-fifty squats and lunges today. HEY, I'M KEEPING HER IN BUSINESS.

Also, I am in the final edits for this redonkulously huge story I've been writing (huge for me) and will start posting on Monday and finally be done. Are we finished, Buffy? *cry*.

Also 2, John Ralphio said "butthole" last night, and I freaking love that character. Parks and Rec, one of the tightest comedies on TV, hands down. No wasted characters, not ever. <3

Also 3, I am not on my own PC, so I can't resize images (nor touch them up, stupid netbook with barebones on it, argh!!) but for those curious about the fake-out Kindle cover I made, it's under the cut. 5 pics, they're big, and I'm not 100% in love with it, but it's serviceable fo sho.

( What a weird book, OH SNAP, IT HAS A KINDLE IN IT. )

Now I'm hungry. YO DESEO TACOS.

Current Mood: chipper

FIRST: WALKING DEAD RECAP starring the coolest redneck ever, The Supernatural recap (The Mentalist) and the latest The Vampire Diaries are all waiting for your juicy, delicious thoughts.

SECOND: I'm thuper exthited, you guyth. Do you know how hard it is to find someone that can mimic the 60s-mod/Bewitched style we've got going on our site? Pretty damn hard. Do you know how hard it is to do proper caricatures of people that look like the people? REALLY hard. So I'm stoked by what I ended up with.

Who are my Breaking Bad peeps out there? ( Check out this awesome Walt design - you should buy a shirt or mug with this image on it. That would be cool of you. )

Oh, hey Glee folks, how about some awesome Klaine? ( Because we're calling it Blurt there so you know, we don't get in trouble. But I think it's SO CUTE. You also should buy loads of things. )

And all proceeds go to starving writers everywhere. Everywhere = only to the people working at HDJM, that is. Hosting a website, paying artists and writers, it doesn't come cheap. Why are you making these poor girls suffer? Buy a mug. Buy a shirt. Hanukkah's/Christmas/Kwanza/Sacrifice Day is just around the corner, and here are some awesome fan-based items waiting for you. ( There is also True Blood merch! )

ADDED MERCH + Your Thoughts wanted: I've added Kindle sleeves, bumper stickers, a travel mug, and laptop skins! If we can sell some of this without it being overwhelming, I'm curious as to what YOU'D like to see added. I'm all ears.

Now I need to ~~eat, exercise,~~ and not nibble on the cake I made last night (for my mother in law's birthday. And she brought a cake. Even though I spent a week finding out from her what kind of cake she'd like for me to make her. LOL.)

Current Mood: excited

So my friend David Lowery, who directed a movie I'm in, St. Nick, teamed up with another artist I've worked with, Toby Halbrook, and the star of a movie I filmed this summer [Wuss] and made the new video for School of Seven Bells. Pretty awesome. (And how about the Olympic gold in name dropping there? Nice.)

Watch it here, it's GORGEOUS. And leave a comment for them, if you feel up to it. Great indie work should be applauded, imo.

I'm steam cleaning carpets today and starting to make pies in prep. for Thanksgiving, so I'll see y'all next week!

Current Mood: working

Don't worry, I won't go into specifics. Let's just say that I have (the tense of this verb will change now to HAD) no boundaries. Anything can be made funny. Anything. 2 Girls and 1 Cup? I laughed my butt off (saying EWWWW! while laughing, of course.) Horror movies, gross jokes, That Story About Coffee and ...Draco, etc., total lol cakes. I used to do a series of posts a while back where I found horrid fanfic and MSTK'd them, because that's a good time to me. (click the bad(great!)fic tag if you're curious.)

And then.

And then I clicked on some things this morning. And for the first time IN MY LIFE, I couldn't finish my breakfast. (Yeah. I can EAT while watching/reading that stuff, that's how iron-clad my belleh is.) NOPE. I AM FOREVER RUINED. (This is beyond the stuff I've posted here before. Things I've put in invisio text and WARNED COPIOUSLY ABOUT. If that doesn't tell you, then... Oy.)

Say it with me, folks: there is no bottom to the internet barrel. There is no bottom to the internet barrel. There is no such thing as "well, it can't get worse than this." BECAUSE IT ALWAYS CAN. It's the equivalent to "what's the worse that can happen?" in movies. WELL, THE WORLD WOULD LIKE TO SHOW YOU. VIOLENTLY.

In order to cleanse my SOUL (and I'm kinda not joking about that dramatic term) I am going to bake SOMETHING AWESOME *there, Posh. no more bad associations. :D I've posted the recipe in a separate post - they turned out fantastic.

Also, I get to make a spreadsheet of chores for my children's summertime fun. HAHAHA, SUCKERS! No lazing about for you!

*hums "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, what do we do, we swim, swim!"* I need cat macros today, gimmie all the cute you got, flist! HELP ME, LJ FLIST, YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE.

Current Mood: DISTRESSED!!

YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY. So I'm killing time while helping a family member and

ethrosdemon sent me this video. (SERIOUSLY. GO WATCH IT. Men Figure Skating RAP.)

And naturally I began imagining the Wu Tang Clan with they 40s and they Desert Es watchin this mofo up in hurr when them Slingblade Bay City Balla Bitchez come up thu club and they's like, "Pshht, Lysacek ain't got no game, Plushenko be tha one leavin with dat Big G, foo!"

And RZA be all pullin out his 9, sayin shit like, "This is MEN'S Figga Skatin, SON. Betta reckanize, mothafucka! Lysacek'll toe pick yo ASS, bitch."

And they be all gettin up in they faces, lickin' they lips like they LL or suh'n and Ghostface Killa points at them punk ass fools with his chin, all, "Whatchu gone do? Huh? I show you what a triple lutz is, motha fucka! Bes' protect yo NECK!"

Method Man popped up behind his boys, punchin he-self in tha head. "Right, right? Rightright?" Them other boys start to back they asses down. "I can do this all day, mother fucka!" Method Man jus kept on hittin heself like he crazy, "Plushenko is a mother fucka, he be all wobbly and shit pullin in them bitch scores, you bes' get yo head right!"

The GZA made a face and waved his hand at them kids. "Tchuh, y'all bes' sit yoselves down and learn from the motha fuckin master. It ain't all about fuckin triples and quads, bitch ass butt bitch, it's about puttin on a mothafuckin show. Boy's got some crazy mad skillz. He's mothafuckin Michael on Ice."

They all took a moment of silence for the King of mothafuckin pop, then the RZA starts beat boxing a smoov groove and Ghostface came in on top of that shit:

"Figga what? Figga-figga figga-figga please!
Evan's floatin' on the ice with the greatest of ease
Takin out bitchez, takin' out ho's
bringin' perfect scores everywhere that he goes.
Y'all say he be frontin some say he's a bitch
I fuckin' breakin' yo face with a little TOE PICK."

Fuckin' ice skatin' all up in this bitch. (Zambonies? How do they work? <-- MIRACLES, THAT'S HOW.)

[....

All I can say in my own defense is that I unleashed this on you and not the Twilight/Juggalo parody that I've been writing since last night. YOU'RE WELCOME. (Um, it's Breaking Dawn, totally mocking the "Miracles" video because OH MY GOD that is still making me laugh whenever I hear "fuckin magnets, how do they work?") OH AND HOW GHOSTS AND UFOS ARE MIRACLES. LOL x forever.]

Current Mood: crazy

First and foremost, today is the birthday of one of my all-time favorite people on the whole planet (and even some moons thrown in)

dovil. We only get to hang out every few years because she lives in Middle Earth, but I hope she is ruining her liver with good booze and good friends. I'm keeping a lobe un-sauced just for you, because let's face it: you're going to need it one day. You're welcome. (And happy birthday, my friend. I hope it's been great.)

Second, I had a busy but grand time in Tallahassee at the Red River Horse Trials and getting a tiny sunburn in the process. YAY SUNSHINE. Also, for those who remember Junior Brown, he is now a Full Grown Young Horse in stature, but still a toddler in behavior. He likes to lip all over your head and sleeves and anything else if he can reach you. We played a game of "I will take this bucket and drag it over here" and "Oh, were you holding that water hose? Because I'd like to grab it and run to see if you'll catch me." <3 (He won the first, but I won the second.)

[Also: for those that remember the horrible accident one of the riders had, Darren Chiaccia - linked above, he came out of his coma after a month, had everyone in his life walk away from him, got his health back, found money enough to sponsor himself, and competed this year. The BFF and i gave him a standing ovation after his final run. Outstanding.]

Third, I am prepping for a stage performance tomorrow night - it's a StorySlam, and I've never participated in those before, so I'm quite nervous. It's a personal story kind of thing, too, but the funny thing is the subject we're all to draw from. Disobedience. AHAHAHAHA, um, I was the most dutiful child ever, WHAT DO I TALK ABOUT? (I finally have a story, but yeesh, it took me a while to think of anything to talk about for 5 minutes. People who know me are gasping, I'm sure. How is it possible that I cannot talk about myself for 5 minutes? Lol.)

Fourth, I was completely underwhelmed with the overall season finale of Big Love EXCEPT FOR HOW

justhuman's PREDICTION WAS TOTALLY SPOT ON. There might be spoilers in comments, so if you do comment about Big Love, put that in the subject header so people can scroll. 10-Q!

It's rainy and cold and I have a million things to finish today. Who's got their money on me eating banana pudding and playing Fallout 3? YOU WILL PROBABLY WIN.

Current Mood: working

I needed some levity after a stressful week. I also need to get rid of some outdated furniture that is taking up precious space in my house. I also have a deep need to write parody songs. A DEEP NEED. And so I've been rewriting classic songs to work into a Craigslist posting for this stuff I'm getting rid of. This is my brain on drugs. By which I mean air. (Pfft, I'm totally addicted to air, I won't even lie.)

( Old Man by Neil Young; what am I selling? A bench. )

( The Pina Colada song by Rupert Holmes; what am I selling? Office furniture. )

( Teach Your Children by Crosby, Stills and Nash; what am I selling? A Steck console [piano] )

See? It's not all Srs Bznss here. I also got some new head shots taken for my agency and I'm am well pleased with the exception that I have no idea how to wear stage makeup anymore. I'm such a tom boy. I need to sit in a chair and have a professional teach me how to slap some paint on again. We're all still wearing blue eye shadow and Dr. Pepper lipsmackers, right? Lol. I also took one with a wonky eye because I don't know how to be serious. Also, I'm a character actress, dammit. Give me the crazy part every time!

Current Mood: silly

So this is based on a conversation in

ethrosdemon's journal and went from there, because she encourages me to do bad things. Based on my fannon of the Sparkleverse (aka Twilight) and the Sookie Stackhouse books. Heads up, there are (obviously) spoilers for some story lines under the cut. Guys, if you didn't realize that the Cullens were Mormon and those books are a subconscious missionary call from SMeyer, here's your clue. :)

Note: this is me typing into a window. There could be random errors. It's LJ, not my dissertation at Cambridge, dig me? *G* Crack ahoy-hoy!

( Epistolary Story of the Cullens clan reaching out to the vampires of Fangtasia, aka Sookie-verse, aka True Blood [kinda] )

Current Mood: working

There's some outbreak of stupid being heaped upon

southernbangel for wanting to write a fictional story about fictional people in a fictional setting and how this is WRONG and AWFUL and DISRESPECTFUL. (Um, this is fanfiction, not RPF, for the record.) It all boils down to: if you don't write what I like, you a) aren't a fan and b) you are mean and awful and dirty. So, same song, different verse.

In light of this, I've created a list of fics that I'm going to write (no I'm not, I'm lazy) just to be unpopular. :D

( Don't make me write a Clem/Snyder mpreg hurt/comfort bondage fluff fic. DON'T MAKE ME. Some dirtiness under the cut )

Current Mood: confused

By me, so as to not cause confusion. I figured that I could take my most offensive/obscene offering on LJ and by using LJ's vague and ever changing ToS (and a little help from Mr. Mackey) I could clean it up! *enormous grin* For those who don't know what Lubed: The Musical is, it's based on Grease and involves Wee!Spike, my satirization of really bad Spike/Angel fic where Spike is ladyfied and always crawling in Angel's lap. o_0

( All Cleaned Up And Nowhere To Go. Except for here. Former NC-17 fic (for language) modified and prepared for LJ's ToS scrutiny, yay! )

Muuuuuuch better now, right? All cleaned up and tidy and unoffensive and PC. Yay! If you need to do this to your fics/artwork, perhaps this icon will help you remember the rules? (credit is lovely, but not necessary. hahaha.) I'm COMPLETELY SURPRISED that no one brought up South Park to the LJ execs. That's on basic cable, and syndicated even!

xposted to InsaneJournal.

Current Mood: rubber stamped!
Current Music: It's Easy, Mm'kay?

So... I love fanmixes. Maybe you've noticed? Anyway, I look for fanmixes online and come across some doozies. Lemme 'splain. For me, they're about capturing the story arc/personality of a character or show and express those things using music. I like to make them have a soundtrack feel, or maybe throw a song in there for a laugh with IRONY IMPLIED. And... I like to think I have decent musical taste. The point is, I find fanmixes where I'm left blinking over and over again at the song choices/choice of subject out there. They either show the maker has a) absolutely no musical taste or b) has absolutely no familiarity with the source material.

Long story short, I've made some faux fanmixes to illustrate this point and make you laugh. I know I'm cracking the hell up. Um... for some reason (because I'm re-reading the series and it's on my brain) they're mostly Harry Potter fanmixes. Some Jossverse and Star Wars thrown in FOR LAUGHS, Please to be Remembering that part...

( Welcome to The Wall of Sound )

Current Mood: silly

Okay, THE OFFICE?!?!? Best. Episode. Yet. ( cut for SPOILERS and squeeing )

( 30 Rock )

Enough of the spoilers. I decided to watch the original Star Wars trilogy yesterday while getting things done (ooh, new leaf green scarf in a basket weave pattern, pretty!) and with all the Luke/Leia talk yesterday in my post, I got to thinking about all of the fanfic in SW I've read. And how I'm surprised there's not MORE bad!crack!fic in that fandom. So I've compiled a list of crack!fic I've not seen yet in that fandom, based on dialogue from the movie. Hahaha. ( I'm going in. Cover me Porkins. )

HAPPY FRIDAY, EVERYONE!! And Happy Hanukkah to my Jewish pals - Let There Be Light!

Current Mood: silly

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Happy Post
FRIDAY!!
Walking Dead + AWESOME NEW MERCHANDISE at HDJM
Popping in to share a link
I could use some literal brain bleach. Hogod.
Remember how I'm broken? Yeah. Wu Tang Clan and Evan Lysacek.
Holy crow, so much going on.
Some people call this manic, I call it being awesome.
Never forget: I'm broken inside. Fic post, Sparkle/Twilight + True Blood/Southern Vampire Chronicle
Oh, wank. I love you when you're breathtaking in your stupidity.
Lubed:The Musical has been ToS'd!
Bad!Mix (it's like badfic, but with a down beat.)
Lots and lots of ha has phor Phriday

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Entries tagged with alternate things

Happy Post

FRIDAY!!

Walking Dead + AWESOME NEW MERCHANDISE at HDJM

Popping in to share a link

I could use some literal brain bleach. Hogod.

Remember how I'm broken? Yeah. Wu Tang Clan and Evan Lysacek.

Holy crow, so much going on.

Some people call this manic, I call it being awesome.

Never forget: I'm broken inside. Fic post, Sparkle/Twilight + True Blood/Southern Vampire Chronicle

Oh, wank. I love you when you're breathtaking in your stupidity.

Lubed:The Musical has been ToS'd!

Bad!Mix (it's like badfic, but with a down beat.)

Lots and lots of ha has phor Phriday