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asimplechord) wrote2010-12-17 05:52 pm
asimplechord) wrote2010-12-17 05:52 pm
this post is totally unrelated to that icon, sadly
...but I have no holiday icons. So. You get Spencer Smith sticking out his tongue instead. That's just as smile-inducing as an approaching holiday/vacation, right? Esp. if you were there when that photo was taken. :D
+ today's socks are dark blue, with snowmen and red-nosed reindeer (OMG, I just typed reigndeer first. WTAF?)
+ Aaron informed me last night that today's half-day is the last day he works until 3January; I believe this means that he should finish addressing holiday cards, house-cleaning and gift-wrapping next week, since I do NOT have the week off
+ delivered pumpkin bread, home-brew and such to colleagues this afternoon \o/
+ we (the lab, obvsly) have spent an appalling amount of money on antibodies in the last four months. APPALLING. Thank goodness for the CPRIT M&O budget, which dwarfs the NIH R01 M&O budget (and how tragic is that, since the NIH is the premiere public funding agency for life-science-related research?)
+ I remain fascinated by word/phrase usage in spin, and the way even supposedly neutral media outlets like Yahoo slant political news: Bipartisan bill preventing big tax hikes heads to Obama today. As if these would be *new* taxes, not the end of the Shrub-sponsored crap that took the US from a budget surplus to a budget deficit, and also as if it weren't *increasing* taxes for the very lowest incomes while maintaining significant benefits for the wealthiest 1% of Americans
+ feeling an overpowering urge to have risotto for supper. Decision: make it myself, or head to happy hour at Mia Bella?
FANDOM RELATED:
+ I need inspiration - give me a fandom, character or pairing, and word/phrase/other prompt, and you'll get... something in response, no promises what
+ today's socks are dark blue, with snowmen and red-nosed reindeer (OMG, I just typed reigndeer first. WTAF?)
+ Aaron informed me last night that today's half-day is the last day he works until 3January; I believe this means that he should finish addressing holiday cards, house-cleaning and gift-wrapping next week, since I do NOT have the week off
+ delivered pumpkin bread, home-brew and such to colleagues this afternoon \o/
+ we (the lab, obvsly) have spent an appalling amount of money on antibodies in the last four months. APPALLING. Thank goodness for the CPRIT M&O budget, which dwarfs the NIH R01 M&O budget (and how tragic is that, since the NIH is the premiere public funding agency for life-science-related research?)
+ I remain fascinated by word/phrase usage in spin, and the way even supposedly neutral media outlets like Yahoo slant political news: Bipartisan bill preventing big tax hikes heads to Obama today. As if these would be *new* taxes, not the end of the Shrub-sponsored crap that took the US from a budget surplus to a budget deficit, and also as if it weren't *increasing* taxes for the very lowest incomes while maintaining significant benefits for the wealthiest 1% of Americans
+ feeling an overpowering urge to have risotto for supper. Decision: make it myself, or head to happy hour at Mia Bella?
FANDOM RELATED:
+ I need inspiration - give me a fandom, character or pairing, and word/phrase/other prompt, and you'll get... something in response, no promises what
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Spencer/Brendon, idk something schmoopy about how Bden and Spencer are never together nowadays.
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b) I have no idea where I was going with this. They need to give us more material, so I can get back into the swing of bandom writing.
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Spencer's dog died.
His dog died, and he's in fucking Illinois in the middle of the storm of the century, and his life sucks right now.
Boba and Milo were still his, even though he and Haley agreed when they split that it would be better for them to stay with her. But of course when Boba, who'd always been more prone to infections, was diagnosed with canine leukemia, he'd drop everything - well, mostly just promotion, since the album was tracked and tours weren't scheduled until spring - to help Haley care for him.
Still. Right now, his dog is dead, he's going to die of frost-bite, his ex is politely waiting for him to get his ass off her couch, and his boyfriend is busy hanging out with rock stars.
He holds his iPhone in his hand, debating. Fuck it, it doesn't matter if it's the ass-crack of dawn in LA. He hits "call", and the other end rings twice, three times, four, and just when it's about to send him to voicemail, there's a click and muffled, sleepy, "Spence? You okay?"