why don't I have any Tyson icons?

This weekend I:

+ baked cookies (mmm, ginger snaps)
+ cleaned
+ finished holiday shopping
+ worked
+ watched Enron: The Smartest Guys In The Room; none of the facts were news to me, but it still gave me indigestion to watch it
+ exchanged holiday gifts with MrIris, so he could actually use his - a GPS - he's so directionally challenged it's not even funny
+ listened to When The World Comes Down a ridiculous number of times (WHY IS EVERYONE SQUEEING OVER FOLIE A DEUX AND NOT THIS ALBUM? IT'S AMAAAAAAZING.)


I've been spectacularly unmotivated to finish any of the bajillion fics that are in-progress, but have a rec:

Autofocus, by why_me_why_not. A sequel to 8 x 10. Bandom, Tom/Cassie/Jon, adult, ~1700 words.



ETA: Except that I *did* write a drabble for why_me_why_not's prompt suggesting cookies, silver, cold, Brendon.