we should hit up jose o'flanigan's

[asimplechord]

+ I claimed a prompt for bandomvalentine! At first I was thinking that I'd write a ficlet in a 'verse I've already written in, but I sorta want to write something different. We'll see. I'll probably bug some of you via gmail about it.

+ I signed up for bandombigbang again this year. Hopefully this time I'll actually finish the fic, since the people involved cannot disillusion me via Twitter. Plus, already outlined. Hopefully I'll keep motivated to get it all finished this time instead of letting it peter out into 5000 words of unfinished fic + an outline, like last year's.

+ vic_ramsey and wordsalone are responsible for my new fascination: Generation Kill. It is the most sexist, racist, politically incorrect thing I've ever seen, and it hurts to watch the stupidity sometimes, but I can't look away. I've got three episodes left to watch. Then I maybe might look for some fanfic of the Brad/Nate or Brad/Ray (they are so so married) persuasion.

+ Ugh. Do not corner me in my office and bombard me with demands before I even have my coat off on Monday morning. I usually need the first hour of the day on Monday morning to plan the week's experiments, and if you bug me, I'm pretty much guaranteed to be as unhelpful as possible. Wait an hour and you're infinitely more likely to find me amenable to your demands.

+ OMG, I *hurt* from laughing at this: Nissan Pavilion has been renamed Jiffy Lube Live. If there is a god, Gabe Saporta (and other bandom folks) will perform there this year and make ridiculous fandom-related jokes about the venue's name.

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[a-carnal-mink.livejournal.com]

Jiffy Lube Live

Condoms AND lube? In the name of a venue? Why on earth would anyone name ANYthing that?!

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Condoms? Is there a brand of them called Jiffy in Oz?

Jiffy Lube is a car-maintenance, gargage-type chain here, and apparently they offered the amount of $$ the pavilion's owners wanted for the naming rights.

*snorfle*

I want to go to a concert there now, just because of the name.

[a-carnal-mink.livejournal.com]

They're a famous brand in the UK, though I'm sure they've been available other places at some point... *digs around* These vending machines have the US cent symbol on them, f'instance... But yes. :)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

A'right, I guess my ignorance lies in always bringing my own, and buying the same brand. I had no idea!

[earlofcardigans.livejournal.com]

My friend seventhpage writes Brad/Nate and is pretty deep in that fandom. Just sayin'.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Really? I will bear this in mind. :D

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Bug via gmail! Please.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

It's an genderswap prompt, and I'm leaning toward always-a-girl rather than random magical genderswap. Are you sure you want to be bugged? Or, you know, I could bug you with other fic-related things.

Like... after Brendon and Spencer take Bogart to the vet (awkward), they go home, and Brendon stays inside while Spencer goes back out to the deck to finish the weatherproofing. And he's got everything under control until he realizes he's sort of painted/sealed himself into a corner. He works around his feet, stepping carefully, thinking that it's not like it's going to seal THAT fast, but it does, so he ends up having to untie his Nikes and climb off the deck, and go around to the front door to get back inside.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

I would still like to be bugged.

Heeeeeeeee. OH SPENCER. I am amazed they have managed not to weatherproof a puppy to the deck. (See, now I also want "how they brought a new home" puppy fic.)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Only the front door is LOCKED, so he has to ring the doorbell, and eventually the door swings open on Brendon, Bogart in his arms, and he looks Spencer up and down, and smirks.

"I'm not interested in whatever you're selling." Which is a total LIE, because Spencer's pretty sure that Brendon had been ready to beg for him before they got interrupted. Spencer's annoyed, because he was sexually frustrated, guilty, and now he's RUINED a pair of perfectly good shoes, so he just crowds into Brendon's space until Brendon backs up and lets him into the house.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

OH THAT'S RIGHT THEY JUST HOOKED UP FOR THE FIRST TIME. I like that even more than not-a-very-good-handy-man Spencer.

Is there wall sex? With poor little Bogart being confusedly squished between them?

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

There will be no harm to Bogart in the writing of this fic, or the having of wall sex!

Brendon backs up, and Spencer follows him in, kicking the door closed with his sock-clad foot. As soon as it slams, Bogart hops out of Brendon's arms and scuttles off to the kitchen, injured paw in the air. Spencer can see Brendon's mouth opening, and usually he just rolls his eyes at Brendon's ridiculous sense of humor, but right now he really is not in the mood to hear whatever lame joke he's about to spout, so he muffles it by kissing Brendon.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

Not harmed, just confused! Those poor puppies, always being kicked out of snuggling in the nice warm bedroom when the door gets mysteriously shut...

That is probably the best way to avoid Brendon's terrible jokes. Good job, Spencer.

Unrelatedly: editing fic is hard. :(

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I feel like Bogart probably spends half his time confused by his people's shenanigans and half not caring because they keep him warm and fed, and play catch and take him for walks most of the time he asks (via soggy tennis ball or leash in mouth).

Your original fic or someone else's fic?

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

I bet he gets a lot of cuddles. He had a whole basketful of toys in those twitterpics, didn't he?

My no_tags fic. It is terrible. I am so out of practice, and the prompt I grabbed was just begging for me to be overly self-indulgent.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

): Is it really terrible, or are you your own worst critic?

He did! His people indulge him. And they've brought home some toys that he would never have picked out on his own. Anything that squeaks louder than he barks is unnecessary, in Bogart's opinion. But dog-bones are good. And rawhides.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. The thing about writing anonymous fic is I can't whine at people like I usually would. At the very least, if you read a fic that gives you cavities, you'll know it's mine.

Sometimes a dog needs a stuffed octopus to wrestle with! His people understand. Is it wrong to want Bogart POV fic? I wonder how he feels about a new puppy, and when Spencer goes away on trips and Brendon is sad.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Tabby and I discussed Bogart-POV fic at one point.

Bogart was Not Amused when Brendon & Spencer left him at Shane & Regan for weeks for this thing they called "tour". Not at all. Usually they work from home, make all sorts of racket in the room with all the cool furniture he is not allowed to climb on. And sometimes in the bedroom, with the door closed so that he can't curl up at the foot of the bed. He didn't see why they had to go and change their routine. And then Spencer came to bring him home and Brendon WASN'T THERE. All was not right in his world. (He might've chewed a loafer or two to express his displeasure. Possibly.)

She's littler than him! That hardly ever happens, even at the dog park! He gets to be the big kid in the family! He can show Penny Lane how to get the cabinet with the dog treats open. And how to give Brendon the eyes, the soulful, please-come-play-with-me eyes.

[harriet-vane.livejournal.com]

I REMEMBER THAT. Oh man. I want all of Brendon and Spencer's romance from the POV of their dog. ...that is one of the weirder sentences I've ever typed.

I am so in love with their little family. Bogart knows lots of tricks for begging for treats and snuggling in bed and where to hide the best toys. And he can introduce her to Indy and Dylan. Only I don't think she'll be as good at jumping over the couch. :(

[shutyourface.livejournal.com]

Hi, I would just like to say that I love you both. The end.