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+ Bonnaroo happened. I didn't take pics, really, and I'm not going to talk about each act, but Frank Turner was as amazing as always. Nas never disappoints. I still don't get the appeal of Macklemore. And I'm not even a casual Beatles fan, but JFC, Paul McCartney can put on a show. Three hours. It was like watching living history. And really, who else in the world can tell a story about a show with Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton and not come off sounding like a name-dropping douche? At one point a stuffed walrus doll landed on stage, and he propped it up on his piano and serenaded it. Yeah. What more can I say?

+ Paper #2 of 2013 is officially out, and we got the proofs for #3. Paper #4 was resubmitted in my absence. There are a few things I will correct if/when it is accepted and proofs arrive.

~ The house is listed. There's been an open house. No offers yet, but I'm not going to give up hope.

+ Now You See Me. I really enjoyed it.

~ I appear to have developed an Andrew Shaw problem. I blame Tabby.

- Aaron's car is in the shop until Tuesday at the earliest. Life in the 'burbs does not make two-people-one-car at all convenient, especially when it comes to meeting pre-existing goals in differing locations.

So this happened. (LOL, "Each sent the Moody Theater audience -- which seemed more local and more fan-heavy than most SXSW crowds -- into howls and even some moshing." Because the pit was composed almost entirely of Green Day fans who guaranteed that if they got tickets, they would show up, else be blacklisted to future events.)

I missed FOB, but I think Green Day was a worthwhile exchange.

( And then this happened. )

I returned home to find that Aaron hadn't suffered a relapse (he was just whining about being left to entertain himself), ( and this happened )

And I posted some fic: Celebration's impossible, genderswap hockey RPF, filling the "celebratory kiss" square on my trope bingo card.

One other good thing? BRMC's new album is out, synced to my iPod for the day's listening.

Now I'm going to go do some lab work, and tonight's the Revival Tour's stop in H-town. And possibly ponder vampire or werewolf fic. (Or porn.) It's Tabby's fault. And she's awesome for it. :)

I drabbled this a week or so ago, when why_me_why_not needed some schmoop for cheering up. I meant to post it then but got side-tracked, and I was reminded of it when I checked Danger Room this morning.


So, here, from the Chart Your Way universe.

( 400 words )

This entry was originally posted at http://favoritemistake.dreamwidth.org/7249.html.

1. I posted fic last night, and then forgot to pimp it here!

Steal (the rhythm) while you can
irisgirl12000 and why_me_why_not
Brad/Nate (Generation Kill) || adult || ~2200
Based on the performances of actors associated with the HBO series, meaning nothing about real people.

Follows Out of sync at the beginning. Porn without much plot, but the little dialogue that is present will make more sense if you've read the previous fic. Title from Soundgarden.

Brad's snoring softly when Nate wakes up. He lies there a while, enjoying the way Brad's body heat keeps the breeze from the ceiling fan from creating a chill.


2. >:/ libraries in NJ

3. :D Books! Chalmers Johnson's new book should arrive on my doorstep tomorrow! It's a follow up to the trilogy about blowback and American empire. Along with it, I'm expecting The Fourth Star. I suppose I should hop to, and finish reading Washington Rules instead of messing about with Inception fanfic, right?

4. The thing that bothers me most about the uproar over Cordoba House is that the people who object most strenuously to a mosque at Ground Zero are the same people who will wave a copy of the Constitution and Bill of Rights in defense of the right to bear arms; somehow they forget that the First Amendment of that very same document guarantees the right to religious freedom. Or, IDK, they stop being strict constructionists and say that the founders didn't mean it the way we're interpreting it. (I sincerely doubt that, since James Madison was part of Jefferson's cohort, and as has been quoted pretty much everywhere lately, TJ's the one who wrote that "it does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.") The First Amendment also guarantees that if a mosque is built there, haters can protest it to their hearts' content. But still. Muslims have EVERY RIGHT to build a mosque there. Beyond that, I don't see why someone who is not a resident of the area thinks they should have any say in the matter. Who gives a shit what Sarah Palin thinks? Why is Newt Gingrich's opinion important? Do they live there? Are they family members of those who died? Did they suffer when the towers fell? How is their objection relevant in any way?

ETA: ♥ Jon Stewart & John Oliver on this topic. /ETA


5. Also on the political level: hmmm, Stan McChrystal. I can't help but compare a possible political future for him to Petraeus, who vowed once again that he would not go into politics in his interview with David Gregory this weekend. (I was tickled by Gregory's use of Grant and Grant's quotes re: going into politics to broach the subject, esp. since Petraeus has spent a great deal of time reading/studying Grant.)

6. My mom forwarded the address of a cousin who is deployed in Iraq, with the suggestion that he might like to receive some mail. I honestly have NO IDEA what to write. This is a cousin I haven't seen in at least five years, and saw infrequently for the decade before that. I can babble about random stuff, I suppose, but is a guy who's been deployed for over a year really going to give a shit about daily life and family events in the 'burbs, especially for the cousin that he probably only vaguely remembers as being a babysitter and homework-aid when he was a kid?

Out of sync at the beginning
by irisgirl12000 & why_me_why_not
Generation Kill || Brad/Nate || Adult || ~3300 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the portrayal of characters in Generation Kill by Alexander Skarsgard and Stark Sands, and is meant to imply nothing about the real people who bear these names.

Summary: When Ray tells Nate to fix whatever's between him and Brad, Nate has to figure out if Ray's fucking with him, and if not, how to get Brad where he wants him.

A/N: As one does - or maybe it's just as we do - we accidentally created a 'verse based on a random comment. This is the beginning of... something. Originally written mostly as textfic. There are other bits and bobs in various email and phone logs, and we'll get to posting them as we clean them up, but this can stand on its own. We beta'd this ourselves, so hit us up with any mistakes. Title paraphrased from The National's Slow Show.

Nate knows something’s Not Right when he gets home, but he’s certain he can defend himself against whatever it is that’s causing the uneasy feeling.



Sorry if you happen to be seeing this multiple times.

1. Unpopular fandom opinion: I am not fond of Gee Way with that blond hair. And WTF is up with the Hawaiian shirt? Also, I'm glad he's successful and all with The Umbrella Academy, but GIMME THAT NEW ALBUM, GODDAMNIT.

2. why_me_why_not's brain is my favorite place to be. Somehow even though we're not writing fic, we're... writing fic? We've sort of got two Generation Kill-related fic universes going in an email chain, one gen and one decidedly not. It's been my happy place for a few days.

3. Taddy Porter, my new favorite band (for a little while, until Discos GIMME THAT NEW MUSIC). First, because they're named after a beer. And second, because they are trying to be a cross between Led Zeppelin and Bad Company. Third, because the bassist is this tiny redhead who rocks the fuck out when they are on stage.

4. I want someone to tell me the story of Gunny Wynn when 1st Recon redeployed to Iraq, when Bravo Company was assigned with the rest of the battalion to Fallujah, and it's like the invasion all over again, doing things that even Battalion Command isn't happy with, ignoring the plan they'd laid out in favor of an emotional, intemperate response at the behest of JTF and the Commander-in-chief. I want the story of Gunny Wynn in a unit that has no Nate Fick (although he'll allow that Brent Morel isn't a bad platoon commander), no Brad Colbert, no Ray Person, no Poke, no Reporter, no Pappy, but does have Redman and Kocher and Hasser, at least. NOT the story of what happens when Morel, Eddie Wright and Kocher are injured by an IED. But I'd like someone's view of whether it'd be at all different, going with different personnel, as an occupation rather than an invasion. Compared to his experience in Somalia, for example.

5. I am very curious to see what Danger Room and Best Defense have to say about the WikiLeaks release of the Afghanistan War Logs tomorrow. Mostly because the headlines over at The Guardian... are not earthshatteringly unsuspected. Pakistan's ISI has links to the Taliban? SHOCKING. Maybe, though, making Americans (or Britons, or whoever) more aware will make them more participatory in their government, and say something about tax dollars and soldiers (and civilians) being used so wastefully. Maybe? Yeah, doubtful, right?

6. Stark Bunker Sands, you are ridiculously adorkable, and still I can't help but be charmed by you.

Today I was going to go to work for a half-day, to check my cells and see if the autoclave had been repaired (doubtful). I haven't done the last few days of that 30-day meme yet, either. I also need to write out the other half of the holiday cards that weren't begun until after Christmas.

Instead? I have:

1. made and consumed an entire pot of coffee

2. caught up on the cm_exchange fic and a bunch of Kirk/McCoy fics that were written/posted for the holidays

3. laughed at our ridiculous cats, who actually FARTED while sitting on my lap

4. written more AU not!fic (I blame this all on why_me_why_not and harriet_vane)

5. dug through the mini's hard-drive to see if I ever actually typed up a Brendon/Frank ficlet set in the Epic Love Story verse (I hadn't)

6. downloaded BRMC's holiday gift songs (:D)


Now I'm going to go exercise, and then stop by work before we meet some friends for sushi and The Gourds at the Continental Club. Unwashed and well-read, y'all.

None of this precludes more pondering of ranch!AU fic or domestic fic. Which pretty much always ends in porn in my head, because that's just the way my brain is. (*points at last.fm's song choice* See, even my music thinks riding lessons in the ranch!AU should be considered, and then, you know, pornified.)

I am supposed to be doing something chore-related, but the washer and dryer are both full, and the kitchen is still occupied by a crazy man with hops and boiling malt, so I'm doing the icon meme-thing.

harriet_vane picked six icons, and if you comment, I'll pick six of yours to explain. ( :D )

Tabby is my favorite right now. (This is true much of the time, but it is particularly so right now.)

She promped me with question, rain, key, and this is what she gets: a snippet from the werewolf 'verse:

Tom wakes to the patter of rain on the window. Sean is curled against his chest, his head tucked under Tom's chin, and Ryan is plastered to his back, one arm thrown across both their chests. They're sleeping soundly, so that can't be what woke him. He has a niggling feeling that something is wrong, though, and he can't shake it. He lies there, trying to relax back into slumber-they'd been up all night hunting, and he was exhausted when they fell into bed after dawn-but it's impossible.

Finally he edges out from under Sean, shushing his unconscious grumblings, and finds fresh clothes, letting himself out of the bedroom and apartment quietly. He's still a block from his old place, which he hasn't sublet yet, despite not sleeping there in months, when he spies Jon on the stoop. He's wet and miserable, his face drawn and tired, and Tom feels questions bubbling up in his throat immediately.

"Sorry. I forgot my spare key." Forgot his windbreaker, forgot that it was autumn in a city that had real seasons, forgot his *boys*. Tom mentally rearranges his questions.

"No problem, Jonny. I can get you another one. Let's get inside. I haven't had any coffee yet, and you look like you could use some."



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ETA: As I just told why_me_why_not, canon is screwing with my ability (small as it was to begin with) to write, especially happily-ever-after fic.