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In case you wondered if that was in question. Presidential Reunion - and him, as Dubya, saying "The password is still 1, 2, 3, 4 and it took me 5 times to remember that." LOL. And from the outtakes, "I just sent Blackwater to Kenya to find your birth certificate. So you're welcome." Hahahahaha. I <3 you, Will Ferrell.

I'm recording a commercial this morning, finishing up my veggie garden, then packing for a weekend trip, so I'll be out of pocket until next week. Play nice! And if you don't, link me to the naughty. :)

For those still buried in snow, I have blossoms popping out on my peach tree and the crocuses are about to bloom, too. Spring is almost here!

So Robert Goulet died. And all I can think of (aside from his brief appearance on Alice ahahaha) is my beloved Will Ferrell sending him up. Red Ships of Spain, y'all. (I want to feel your gentle kisses in my chest hair.)



"You wouldn't hire a clown to fix the john, so why let these hooligans tear down the Biz?" "It's why I come up here."

I've officially signed up for NaNoWriMo (as Stoney321 because I'm clever) but you will not be pestered here by my word count, my spazzing, my freak-outs, so don't worry. I know y'all don't care about that stuff. :) For those that want a group that's a) for multiple projects, not just one project and 2) where it is private to flail and encourage each other, check out Entre's support comm wordcount_nano. Check out the user info for rules, etc.

I'm disappointed I didn't find a power suit and short red wig - I wanted to go as Tammy Fae Messner (dead, natch.) Bah. Probably end up as Zombie!Stoney, which... not too lame. I hope...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! (And Samhain, for those that observe!)

THERE ARE NO HARRY POTTER SPOILERS IN THIS POST. OR MENTION OF DEATHLY HALLOWS. EXCEPT FOR THIS LINE.

Title: Five Times Will Ferrell and Sacha Baron Cohen Kissed When They Didn't Have To
Author: Stoney
Rating/Pairing R, You read the title, right?
Disclaimer: This most likely didn't happen. Maybe. (Video of them actually kissing.) Well, the jury is still out. Any semblance to real people or events means I did a super awesome job here. But this is all made up. Possibly. (another video of them kissing)
A/N: Thanks to gillo and savoytruffle for the French, all other mistakes are mine. And feel free to leave comments. Or rec. Or send me brownies. I'm easy. Apologies to Franzia "wine" makers. But come on. It's wine in a box, people.

( What's awesome is it's canon. For... this made up fandom that consists of me. )

But I'll try. Except for how I'm currently writing Sacha Baron Cohen/Will Ferrell fic, because come on. In the words of a Hungarian Tourist with an incorrect translation guide, "My nipples explode with delight!" [/random Monty Python reference]

moosesal tagged me for a 10 things meme, which I will lovingly jam under a cut, because YOU PEOPLE MATTER. And I don't want you getting carpal tunnel from all the scrolling, omg. ( me me me nom nom nom )

In addition to this Will/Sacha fic I'm writing, I'm wanting to create this whole 80s 'verse with the Coreys and Rob Lowe and Jason Bateman from his teen years and Ricky Schroeder and Elizabeth Shue and Molly Ringwald and I realize this means I'm trying to relive my youth and I should just turn off the Go Gos and Cure music and MOVE FORWARD. Hahahahaha. I get to meet with the pool designer later today and find out if my idea is doable. *bites nails* Today is a GOOD DAY! There should be cookies. Anyone have cookies? Oooh, or brownies! Brownies! Brownies are good, too.

HE VAS MY.... BOYFRIEND! So there was a mention of Frau Blucher in the paper this morning, and there you go. This is one of those brain dump posts with lots of randomness. *smiles sweetly, becons with one hand*

* Thanks to those that read and left me fb on the fic I posted yesterday. I was very nervous about posting it, and that was just lovely. (Like how I'm kinda sorta pointing more of you to it? Yeah, I'm sly.)
* I want to hire a professional shopper and throw out every single article of clothing and start over. Oooh, except for my "Rocket Scientist" t-shirt. And those great shorts I had last summer. And my antique dress with the beading. Everything else, vamoose. *dreams* Wouldn't that be fun? Sigh.
* Spring break starts today for my kiddoes and we have big plans, Jerry, BIG PLANS. Like how they're going to have a sleepover with Grandpa tonight, YAY. There will be library trips, a visit to BodyWorlds, and a new chore list for the children, YAY!! \o/
* little plant babies (shut it) are popping up in my garden everywhere and it makes me so happy, I can barely explain it. My friend Alison (the getting-divorced buddy) said to me on our walk yesterday, "this is your time of the year, huh?" YES. Spring. Oh, glorious SPRIIIIIIIING! Confidential to about three of you: I looked out the window and what did I see?

TV Talk! ( 30 Rock - the funniest show on TV, HANDS DOWN )

I am buying Talledega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby today, because why don't I have that already?? (  My erection has nothing to do with you. )

And finally, I've had some bad!fic brought to my attention. Oh, people. Never stop amusing me with the crack. ( it would help if you pulled out an anatomy book, or watched soft core, or something. REALLY. It would... it would help you. )