As of December 10th, 2008, I've trimmed the fat of this journal, so if you can't find a fic you swear to god was here before, then you hallucinated reading it it's probably been deleted. Sorry, guys.

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This is going out to a fandom that doesn't give a shit about me, but I really need to say it:

You know, honestly, I'm sick of everyone bitching about the anon meme.

For the love of god, not everyone who posted on the thing is a heartless bitch with no life, or whatever the fuck else I've been reading. I've seen a great deal of you bitch and bitch and bitch about random-related shit, some of it just plain fucking RUDE, on your own journals. And you have the nerve to be butthurt about someone else doing it in a place designated for just that?

No one put a gun to your head and forced you to click that link. You shouldn't read it if you KNOW it'll upset you, and you DO. That's what it's there for. And, for my part, I think that's a lot fucking nicer than somebody running into a rant about one of their fics on your journal by accident.

Make good life choices, fandom.

Also, I'm on vacation, so if disagree with me and I don't respond, it isn't because I'm permanently scarred by your differing opinion. You can call me a douchewad if you want -- it's okay.

For the motherfucking love of baby Jesus, why can I no longer send picture messages from my Palm Centro?

I WANT TO LIKE THIS PHONE, DAMMIT.

Also, my mother is making her way through season two of SPN, and to my everlasting surprising, she liked Jo. In fact, not only did she like Jo, she thought Jo would make a good girlfriend for Dean. Somehow I did not expect my mother to be of this opinion. Usually, she wants him ALL TO HERSELF. Or maybe it's just Jensen she gets possessive of.

I do not pretend to understand, people.

You know, this "that's so gay" thing is really getting to me.

I was at an ice cream shop with my aunt once, and we were talking about the kid behind the counter. She described something about him as faggy -- an earring, I think -- and I said, "Come on, don't say that," to which she responded, "Oh, you're one of those people."

And I said, "Yes, I'm one of those people," and left it at that, but in all actuality, that didn't make me feel too great. I'm not the fucking PC police, dude. I just don't understand why you're including entire groups of people in your insults. There's only a million and one out there to choose from, and you're going for one that's not creative and, on top of that, is a passive aggressive insult.

You kind of can't describe something you don't like as gay without saying that gay is something you don't like.

The thing is, though, that my aunt and I are both bisexual. And people think of the groups of individuals as an entity, but they are groups of individuals. Some people are simply not offended by the things that really get to others. One gay person's going to go, "It's just slang, chill the fuck out," and another person's going to go, "Why are you using me to describe that ugly fucking sweater?"

I'm in the second camp, and I just don't know what to say to people at this point. I'm sick of feeling like I'm being a douche. It's just... not fucking funny to me any more.

Sometimes I don't even feel like my opinion on this shit counts anyway, because I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. And that is not a feeling I enjoy.

... Fun post is so much fun and also TL;DR, dude, I know.

So what do you think, flist? Is "that's so gay" offensive or not?

It's just not right when the username you want belongs to an RP journal that hasn't been used since 2005. Just not right.

You know you're pale when complete strangers come up to you at a festival and go, "You put on sunscreen, I hope?"

Michael Jackson managed to upstage Farrah Fawcett and take half the internet with him. If that's not a final hurrah, I don't know what is.

I had a dream that the last three or four inches of my hair were in such bad condition, that when I pulled the ponytail holder from the end of my braid, they just FELL OFF.

I'm having these kinds of dreams with truly irritating frequency.

Also, look, Jsquared fandom. STFU and STFD. Seriously. I don't even know about all your shit until it shows up on fandom_wank and wank_report, but you need to stop. I like my fandom. I don't want to have to deal with the entitled, crazy assholes who are apparently lurking around every corner. They have girlfriends in REAL LIFE; you read about them fucking FOR FUN. Keep it separate or don't play in this sandbox because you're obviously not ready for it.

Oh, and on a less bitchy and unnecessary note, I've learned to do a crown braid! Pictures here and here for those of you who are interested. For those of you who aren't, fuck you, that shit is HARD.

Title: But Anyway
Author: serotonin_storm
Fandom: CW RPS
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles, Jensen Ackles/Brock Kelly
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 4200 words
Summary: "Boys are so fucking stupid, you know?"
Notes: High school AU in which I fuck with people's ages endlessly, hurrah!

( Aw, baby, you know you love me. )

I think writing in a non-linear fashion has got to be the worst idea ever. I don't know why I do it. I never write a story from start to finish. I start the beginning, perhaps skip to the middle, maybe the end, write a scene here or there.

It's not convenient. I have to reference scenes I haven't even written yet like I know exactly what happens in them. I should really cease and desist. I've written the beginning and almost the entire end of a fic, and you know what I've got left? The middle. Oh, me.

Today I started reading a book, and halfway through I realized I felt guilty about reading this book. Why? Because it wasn't the hundreds of fic I have saved on my computer to read.

It was a really unhealthy moment, seriously.

My charger has come. It is massive. It's the size of my hand and really thick (that's what she said). At least this one has a light on it to tell me whether or not it's fucking croaked, though.

So glad to have my beautiful computer back! Now I have to beta a Merlin Big Bang for the poor, poor author whose fic I didn't want to open MS Word on my mother's slow ass old laptop for.

I'm so unreliable.

This Project Upstream thing interests me. I found it googling what I thought was a spambot screen name from AIM/YIM, but I actually think it's a pretty neat idea. I'm... looking forward to the next time I'm spammed.

Watching Glee now. I've heard good things. ♥

Oh, and it's one-thirty in the morning and my ma is still out on a date. Shame! I did not teach her proper values, obviously.

(I'm not sure how spoilers work with the whole reality TV thing, so I've been purposefully vague.)

Yeah, the finale was the only show I watched this season and I've only heard about these guys through LJ and WhatTheBuck on YT. I'm glad I wasn't more invested. These things always make me pity someone no matter who wins.

The guests were way better than what I remember from past seasons. KISS? Queen? Santana? The adorable short guy whose name I really should know but have already forgotten? Awesome.

( More specific, spoilery thoughts )

And finally, what the hell, they were so cute together. I think perhaps I ship it. Is there fic?

My laptop charger has died. I'm living off of other people's computers like some kind of cyber hobo. Macs? Are not my thing. My fingers are very offended by the command key.

I have been friended by six Russian spambots on LJ today. Six. It has officially ceased to be amusing and gone straight through to annoying. Does anyone have any idea what the fuck to do about this? Anyone at all?

Hopefully the charger will come tomorrow. I'm too pretty to be a hobo, mommy!

Eta: Four more of the damn things friended me overnight!

Title: If You Were Mine, You'd Break So Pretty
Author: serotonin_storm
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Character/Pairing: Sam/Dean
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 1200 words
Warnings: incest
Summary: Dean's slipping. He's weak; he needs someone to protect him.

( Sam can't do that. Doesn't trust himself to do that. )

My aunt wants to start vlogging. I know next to nothing about this. To those of you who vlog or know how to vlog: what (free, if at all possible) software do you use with your webcam? What software do you use for editing?

She has an Acer laptop with Windows Vista, by the way.

One day I want to meet someone and ask them what they do for a living, and all I want them to say is, "I designed the battery cover for the Palm Centro."

And then I want to feed them to a hoard of rabid wildlife.

( Vague minor spoilers for SPN season 4... )

Seriously, I feel like I'd have to be a more violent person to fully appreciate the wit going on there. And hey, I never thought I'd learn anything relevant to my issues INTERESTS from the Crime Show from Hell.

Eta: My typos are judging me hard.

By the bye, any of you in the MD / PA area heading out to the faerie festival tomorrow?