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+ I love The Cab, but I don't know how anyone was surprised that Ian and Cash and the Alexes would part ways. why_me_why_not and I have discussed this before: Ian's musical interests clearly lay in a different direction from Alex DeLeon's. One wants to be Jimmy Page when he grows up, the other wants to be Justin Timberlake. There's nothing wrong with either desire, but they are not necessarily compatible. It's sad, but it's better that it happen amicably now than acrimoniously later.

+ There are tickets for Bonnaroo IN MY HANDS. I am, in fact, petting them and calling them my preciousssss at this very moment. It makes typing difficult.

+ You'd think family would get it right. But no. We received a check from my dad for his ACL tickets addressed to Heather Sanders. Which is not my name. I did not take MrIris's last name. Never planned to. Never considered it. Never even came up in conversation. I had a credit history in my name; I published with my name; my degree was granted to me with my name. Why should I change it to follow an antiquated tradition? I understand that casual acquaintances might not know that if they're introduced to us by our first names. But family members? Really?

+ Link courtesy of J: I find this cake disturbing on multiple levels. First because it doesn't really even look like him, but second because you'd be eating his face. (eta: this just appeared at the PATD comm, even as I was posting)

I know I already posted a half-assed happy-list for the day, but these necessitate another one:

♥ my mom, working through algebra homework problems via email and phone

♥ Black Gold on ShockHound; Eric Ronick's ears are distracting me, for some reason

♥ "me and my boys"

I GIVE UP. I TRIED NOT TO BE CREEPY, BUT I FAILED SO HARD. SO HARD.



Also, a PSA:

Rashid Khalidi, the Edward Said Professor of Arab Studies at Columbia University, is giving a lecture, The Siege of Gaza, at the Rothko Chapel tomorrow at 7 p.m.

I meant to write smut for JWalk's birthday, but my porn was inhibited during the San Antonio trip by the presence of toddlers, relatives, and dogs. Instead, there's a drabble-type thing of domestic fluff.

Um, happy birthday?
Part of the About A Girl 'verse
kid-safe
325 words


( familial and political bigotry? )

( Burn After Reading )


Also? I texted some folks with a request for three words and a number between 1 and 50; all will be used for drabble generation. If you didn't receive a text, feel free to leave words&number in a comment here. If you're not looking for a Fred/George Weasely drabble, you can omit the number portion of prompt.

So, the Killers remind me of my grandma now. ( I know you're thinking wtf, but there is a reason for it. )


Also. NO MORE IDEAS, KTHNX. My brain is overloaded with input, and now nothing is getting done. One birthday fic is already late and getting later every minute, another is only just outlined, and the next two bits of RPS are still unfinished. ( what? )

And, you know, I'd just like remind myself before I post any new fic that, as we've all seen before but were reminded in the last week, not everyone about whom RPF is written follows the advice that MikeyWay is giving ( here )