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| 04:19pm 07/12/2007 | ||||
Okay. So I get home, get out of the truck, Soleil gets in so they can go to the doctor. I get inside, putz around for a bit, and then go to get in the car to go buy a dress for the party in three hours. And in AIM format, just cause it's fun... Crystal: Shit. Where are my keys? Crystal: *checks through every nook and cranny of both bags* Crystal: Shit. Are they inside? Crystal: *check entire house to a stupid degree--suddenly realize* Fuck! They're in the truck, because >I< drove to pick Dom up at the metro, and HIS keys are in his bag, which is ALSO in the truck. PERFECT. Crystal: Oh, WAIT! There's a spare key under the car... Crystal: somewhere... um. Crystal: Fuck. *kneels down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway* Driveway: Hi there! Here, have some nice, free, wet, black spots for your knees! Crystal: *digs around* Shit. Crystal: *lays down on freezing, WET, dirty driveway* Driveway: And some for your ass, too. Crystal: Where IS it? *digs around under the carriage for a few more minutes, hands getting black and corroded* Crystal: AHA! *holds key aloft, triumphant victory!* Crystal: *gets in the car, starts engine* Okay, and off we-- Car: *dies* Crystal: What? Crystal: *starts car again* And off we-- Car: *dies* Crystal: You have GOT to be fucking kidding me. Crystal: *starts car, revs engine* Car: *dies* Crystal: *starts engine, shoves on the gas* Car: *scoffs and dies* Crystal: *repeats* Car: *laughs insidiously and DIES* Crystal: What the FUCK? Crystal: *whips out cell, calls Dom* Crystal: Today is just really not my day... *explains* Dom: It's a valet key. It won't keep the engine on. Crystal *shakes fists at sky* ¿Por qué?!!!!! Universe: *mocks* |
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| 01:55pm 07/12/2007 | |||
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OMG you guys! What a freaking DAY! Thank GODS I am out of here in like, five minutes. It has just... not been a day of the good. Days like this should not be allowed, ESPECIALLY when I am hungover and all I want to do is write Sam/Dean fic. It went a little bit like this: OMG. I got to work SOOOOOO late today, partly because of traffic. Almost missed my meeting, tried to print out the doc I needed on my way to the meeting and the freaking PRINTER JAMMED so I had no doc and no memory of the questions I needed to ask, then Dom tells me I have to leave at like 2pm to take Sol to the doctor because he forgot about the appointment and we only took one vehicle today, and goddamn, today is clearly not my day. GAH. Yeah. So. But from here on out, it's only sunshine, baby: I got my Supernatural Magazine Issue #1 yesterday that I haven't cracked open yet. I am going to take my sweet, sweet time with that. Hey, it's mini-hiatus, I have to take my pleasure where I can ;) Tonight, office Christmas party! WOOHOO! My company pretty much ROCKS THE HOUSE with the Christmas party every year. It is SO made of win. Sushi and roast tenderloin and fancy desserts and open bar including top shelf everything all night long at a really awesome club, while a really awesome cover band plays all night and everyone gets SMASHED OUT OF THEIR MINDS and dances and just generally gets outrageous. Oh yeah! Looking forward to that! :) I love my company. And now, I'm out of here to do my part in getting Soleil to the eye doctor and then I'm off to buy a semi-formal dress for the party tonight! Eee! Shopping, yay! :) *blows kisses* |
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| Friendsgiving 2007 Recap | |||
| 09:01pm 03/12/2007 | |||
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Was one of the best of out of all eight! I had a blast, and I actually got to TALK to everyone this year! I made it a mission to mingle and hang out and not get hung up working and cleaning all night. We had a couple new people this year, friends of friends, all of which turned out to be super cool, of course. The food was AMAZING. Dammit, we didn't get pictures of the spread this year, but there were two awesome turkeys, one specially made Martha Stewart style by Billy, and the other deep fried (OMG, deep fried turkey, nothing like it!), tons of mashed potatoes, gourmet mac & cheese, excellent green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, various home made pies and candies and cheesecake and a Ghirardelli special white chocolate cake that rocked the house, and Indian and a Russian dish, and all kinds of other stuff I know I'm forgetting right now. It was HUGE. And we didn't even have that many leftovers this year! I think there were 50-60 people through here over the course of the night. Chris and Beth showed up for the first time in several years, and Chris played guitar while a bunch of us did sing-alongs to Hey there Delilah, the Beatles and some other stuff. Joel and Kristen invited a guy named Shirop who played guitar for us later on in the night. A Russian girl named Anya who we know from other friends came this year, and about 6am we all retired to the Zen room to listen to her play and sing Russian songs, which were so incredibly sad and beautiful sounding. We stayed up WAY too late and had entirely too much fun.   Pictures ala Danyelle, click the image to see them all! Pictures ala Bebe, click to see them all! Bebe actually DID get a picture of some of the food. And also, the GINORMOUS line of people through the house to get food. I love you, all our friends! You guys ROCK! <3<3<3 |
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| 05:44pm 28/11/2007 | |||
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DEAR DIARY, Today I spilled coffee on my BRAND NEW WHITE TURTLENECK! ARGHHHHHHH! Universe, why do you hate me? ---- FOUND  Really cool, mildly ironic photography - Some of these were obvious, others I really had to think about. ---- SPN FIC RECS I have SOOOO many, I'm just going to begin at the beginning of where I bookmarked them. Down to the End (verse), by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} esorlehcar (Sam/Dean, NC-17)Dean's in his blood, Dean IS his blood, they fight and hunt and fuck and hold each other together and break each other apart. And maybe it's not how it should be, but it is and it was and it will be, no beginning, no end, and there is no other way. This is my ABSOLUTE favorite Sam/Dean story/verse. It's perfect angst and schmoop, with no easy answers for the boys, and some good plot, too. Toppy!Sam, after a while. For my money, it doesn't get better than "Practical Men of the World". This verse makes me tear up, laugh my ass off and shake my head, but it also makes me happy in the end, every single time. Do Nothing for the Dead by ladyjaida (Sam, Dean, PG-13)If he’d shot Dad, maybe Dean would be alive now and maybe he wouldn’t, but dying was the chance Dean begged him to take. This is truly, truly freaking WONDERFUL in the way it explores Sam, his love for Dean and his Dad, how he realizes he's never had to sacrifice much in comparison--and how far he's willing to go for both of them. The Sam voice in this is worth reading. Just the barest touch of Sam/Dean, but the love between them makes this worth reading despite that it isn't porn. WARNING: Character death. This fic made me cry like a bitch. Powerful. Hands down, the scariest, loneliest, saddest fic I have ever read in SPN fandom thus far. ---- In other news, mickeym is trying to KILL me with Jensen picspam and m/m/m/m/m group sex fic ideas with innocent Jensen at the center. Jesus CHRIST, woman. How am I supposed to work with these images running wild in my brain? GAH.---- Today? I'm actually gonna catch up on my flist. I know. It's ambitious of me. Somehow, I shall prevail ;) |
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| 05:41pm 27/11/2007 | |||
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Wow! What a holiday weekend! Thursday we went over to Rich & Danyelle's for dinner with a few of our friends, and the kids. Dinner was awesome, and then everyone played Wii & X-Box for the rest of the evening. It was a really nice, chill evening. Cyrus was cracking me up playing GTA. We did Friendsgiving on Saturday (our huge yearly Thanksgiving party with our friends), and I seriously think it was one of the best years ever. I had the hangover on Sunday to prove it, too! :) Soooo much fun! Almost everyone came this year! I'll make a monster post about that and put up pics from the party, soon! Hope everyone else had a wonderful time this holiday! :) I missed you guys! ---- FIC UPDATES Thursday & Friday I posted part 4 and the finale of my Like Staring Into the Sun verse, which are here in case you missed them: Part IV: Event Horizon - Sam/OFC/Dean Part V: Singularity - Sam/Dean (finale) No, the verse isn't over, in case you were wondering ;) |
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| 11:16pm 20/11/2007 | |||
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ZOMG! HFS! Heroes was freaking AMAZING this week! GUH. That is all. |
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| 11:12pm 20/11/2007 | |||
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The dentist today was almost pleasant--for the second time in as many weeks. In fact, I almost fell asleep THREE times. I started twitching and everything! And then I was like, oh, wait, the dentist wants me to close my mouth, he's TALKING to me. Come on, dude? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep, here? So there I was, analyzing the situation (as I do), and wondering why I felt so relaxed as opposed to most other times I am in the dentist chair (which, with my teeth, is a LOT), and I figured out, hey! It's because I'm not having a fucking ROOT CANAL done this time! YAY! In other news, I still cannot feel my upper lip. You gotta love it when they have you rinse at the end and you dribble water EVERYWHERE because your lip doesn't feel like it's even attached. It's very humanizing. Also, I've felt drunk ever since leaving the dentist office, as again, I often do. I think it's something about the sound of the drills, and possibly my normal sinus problems compounded by drilling. It just wears me out and puts me in another zone. So, I am endeavoring to make my faux drunkness TRUE drunkness, which hey, is pretty easy on an empty stomach. I love being a cheap date! :) After finishing my kick ass design for our SharePoint Portal home page today at work, I started writing the next part of the "Like Staring Into the Sun" verse, which is coming right along. I was looking forward to coming home and having an hour or so to write after the dentist's office, but then Voron called to talk to me about the end of Supernatural S1 (gratuitous icon post--I was all "did you see that ending?" and he was all "OMG, you had to wait all summer?"), beginning of S2. Which of course, I loaned them two weeks ago. Hahaha! More fans, coming right up! I wonder if I can get commission for my efforts? *G* Okay, enough blather. It's dinner time! |
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| 11:13am 20/11/2007 | |||
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You know, at some point over the years, I stopped hearing "department shift" and "new and exciting" and started hearing "holy shit, look out!" and "you're about to lose your job". I wonder when and why this shift to gloom and doom occurred? I suspect it only took one occurrence, whatever it was. The part that's really sad? I've been through so many department/responsibility shifts where I preemptively freaked out and nothing happened that now I STAND on the instinct to freak out and tell myself I'm being ridiculous. This is when the other shoe usually falls. And also, do these responsibility shifts track with my career goals? Is this the direction I really want to go in? I feel rather ambivalent (hint: the answer is always "Yes; if you pay me more money.") Sadly, more money does not appear to be forthcoming. Looks like I've got a couple of interesting months ahead, though. *tacks up "watch for falling shoes" sign in her cube* |
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| 06:05pm 15/11/2007 | ||||
5:01 PM Dominic: got you wine for your night tonight 5:01 PM Dominic: kids got grades 5:01 PM Dominic: i dont know what the fuck we are going to do 5:02 PM me: uh oh what? 5:03 PM me: do about what? 5:03 PM me: thanks for the wine, baby. you've got me all worried now tho 5:04 PM Dominic: their grades 5:04 PM me: fuck. cy and cira did bad, too? 5:04 PM Dominic: i am uploading them now 5:05 PM me: we never got interims for them, right? 5:09 PM Dominic: Cyrus Cira 5:11 PM me: jesus holy motherfucking CHRIST on a CRUTCH! 5:11 PM me: GODDAMN! 5:11 PM me: thanks for fucking with me!!!!! LOL HFS PEOPLE!!! Not only did Cyrus get almost all A's and O's (outstanding's in his effort), he was one grade--ONE GRADE!!!--from STRAIGHT A's! And his school program is HARD, on top of being a magnet school. We had previously concluded that it would be insanely difficult to get straight A's, if even possoble, and he misses it by one grade in ART of all things. Ah well, he got a B in that, anyway! HOLY CRAP! And CIRA! WOW! More B's than A's but STILL, amazing job! Best report card she's ever gotten! And you gotta work for grades like that in this school. Oh yeah, I'm celebrating tonight, baby! |
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| 03:44pm 15/11/2007 | ||||
Zombie Apocalypse Public Service Announcement The Zombies are coming! Zombies zombies zombies! Plan your Z-Day escape route, all, and remember, you don't have to be faster than the zombies, you just have to be faster than the OTHER people running away from them! Dude. Liana just introduced me StumbleUpon! This is the best random crack EVER! Try it! It'll make ya feeeeeeel good! The kids made me play "The Salmon Dance" and "We Like to Party" for them last night at top volume while they did the dances. The fact that I have hooked them on these crazy songs like crack is a fact that is much less amusing to my husband than it is to me! *L* Musical crack! Fun for the whole family! And then Cyrus made me watch "Misheard Lyrics featuring Fall Out Boy". Sometimes the kids are amused by the weirdest things. Thumbs up for the "Numa Numa Misheard Lyrics" video, though. "Ragu sledding, YAY!" goes down my book of favorite bizarre phrases for personal use. ( This Morning's Pre-Work Adventure, Featuring: Our Retarded Dog ) OMG NEW SPN TONIGHT! |
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| SamDean Have Eaten My Brain and I am a Happy Zombie | |||
| 03:44pm 15/11/2007 | |||
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So I started writing this thing today, and I totally thought it was gonna be part of my recent verse, you know, some story to wrap around the pr0n, and then it turned into this really angsty conversation followed by first time Sam/Dean sex and *facepalms* I think I'm broken. I can't seem to write anything that doesn't turn into porn with these two. Anyway, I don't think I'm gonna finish it anytime soon. Too many other projects to work on. There's the whole Sam/Lindsey, Sam/Dean AU thing I'm working on with cormallen and today, mickeym infected me with TOTAL genderswap love and now we're outlining a plot for Sam/Virgin!Girl!Dean and Jesus CHRIST there ought to be a law, people! Limitations to what I will write and read! I USED to have them! I swear, this fandom has eaten all my morals and standards and is grinning at me like the cat who ate ALL the canaries and telling me "You know you love it" and I'm like "Yes! I do! I DO love it!" and... I may need help. For your entertainment. A longish snippet of today's unbeta'd pr0n efforts (warning: unfinished!): ( Wherein Sam considers becoming the Boy King willingly to save Dean's life and then they have start to have sex on the front seat of the Impala because OMG! Sam/Dean sex on the front seat of the Impala! Isn't that reason enough? ) And in conclusion? SamDean sex! |
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| 11:26am 13/11/2007 | ||||
Has anybody else seen this? Eight Limbed Girl Survives Surgery Born with four arms and four legs. Like a spider. I'm really happy she survived the surgery and can look forward to a normal life, but part of me can't help thinking "She'd have had SUCH a future in the traveling circus industry". Yeah, I'm going to hell, what else is new? ---- I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER I got my spn_holidays assignment last night, and I am still giggling. Either somebody's stacking the deck over there or the universe really likes me this week, because this request is so well within my comfort zone that it's GOT to be more than sheer coincidence. ---- FEAR THE REAPER Remember last week when I was talking about how Soleil is on restriction and we found out she'd been MySpacing with her friends anyway? Here's the story in Dom's words, and the infamous image: So, I found out that Soleil was on MySpace and Meebo the past few days, AT LEAST, when she knows damned well she is grounded. At first I decided to start blocking sites from the router, but then, instead of having it give her a "blocked" message, I decided to have it redirect her to the following image:  Click to enlarge, and try not to drink anything while reading! In conclusion? I love my husband. He is made of WIN! |
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| SPN FIC: Your Axis on a Tilt (Sam/Dean/OFC, NC-17) | |||
| 10:32am 13/11/2007 | |||
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TITLE: Your Axis on a Tilt (Like Staring Into the Sun 'Verse) PAIRING: Sam/Dean/OFC RATING: NC-17 WARNING: Definite Sam/Dean overtones, mild Sam/Dean action. PREVIOUSLY: It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them. SUMMARY: Mostly PWP, down and (very) dirty. Set about mid-S3. Darker!Sam and Doomed!Dean find themselves in a place where morals and rules aren't starting to mean much in the face of what they really want. Dominant!Sam included. OFC's with purpose beyond hot sex sold separately. WORD COUNT: 3370 NOTES: This is more of a 'verse than a series, but it'll make more sense if you read this and this first. ( Your Axis on a Tilt ) |
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| Incoherent Thoughts on SPN 3x06 | |||
| 10:40pm 08/11/2007 | |||
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Okay, I am going to post about this right now. OMG, brain BROKEDED. THIS SHOW. OMG. ( Tonight's Foreshadowing ) I can't even get to the funny and the pretty because OMFG DUDE! HFS! I don't know whether to squee or DIE! I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| 03:02pm 08/11/2007 | ||||
Today's funny brought to you by the word 'hangover' and my best friend Beau: 11:24 AM Crystal: holy day of obligation! 11:31 AM Crystal: sam and dean sam and dean 11:56 AM Shannon: shhhhhh 11:57 AM Shannon: I went out last night so I haven't watched yet 12:06 PM Crystal: well, that's good. because it comes on TONIGHT, possibly-still-drunk guy *LOL* TV STUFF We've been watching My Name is Earl on a weekly basis, and good Gods! That show is fucking WRONG in the best possible way. It's not highbrow intelligent humor, but it's freaking FUNNY and I cackle at my TV the whole time it's on. Speaking of cackling, I saw the funniest commercial EVER a couple weeks ago. Anyone else seen this one? Husband and wife sitting on the bed, the husband is sick with a cold and the wife is trying to get him to take some NyQuil so he can sleep and feel better--throughout it all, there's this rooster that keeps jumping up in their bedroom window, crowing, over and over again for no apparent reason--plus, it's the middle of the freaking night! I'm like, WHAT? Finally, the wife says, tiredly, "Take NyQuil and you'll sleep like you did BEFORE the rooster went blind." And I lost it for about ten minutes. Heroes this week was lots of fun. Man, I am loving wet, shirtless Peter every episode, hee! *G* But the ending really made it. Boston Legal's Denny made me "AWWWW!" this week. Seriously. William Shatner made me feel something besides laughter and/or mocking. It was a moment. LIFE STUFF Busy. Friendsgiving is coming up, need to coordinate for that and get the house ready. Dom's way stressed out about that, too, which isn't helping. Getting down to the wire on the last photo shoot for D3 because everyone canceled last week, and I still don't know if we're gonna have one of the c's we need. This issue may be late. Soleil has been grounded for her interim grades and restricted from myspace-ing with her friends, which she was well aware of. So she was home Monday and Tuesday, and Dom decides to check the web history on Tuesday night. Turns out she'd been chatting away on MySpace. So he blocks the URL's for it, and makes it so when she tries to go there, she gets an image of the Grim Reaper, looking all creepy, with bright yellow font at the bottom saying "You are a big fat cheater and your Dad knows it! You are grounded and not supposed to be chatting! Now you are grounded even LONGER! Good work!" Oh, to see her face when THAT popped up instead of MySpace *LOL* And now, back to work. |
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| IWRY Fic: Nascent Descent (Buffy/Angel, PG-13) | |||
| 01:13pm 08/11/2007 | |||
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TITLE: Nascent Descent PAIRING: B/A RATING: PG-13 SUMMARY: Post-NFA. She’d go to Hell and back to save him. NOTES: And now… for something completely different. She fights her way here, beyond the serpents that guard the gate, far beneath the green fields of earth and the swollen, rain-filled sky where her beloved fought his last. ( Nascent Descent ) |
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| SPN FIC: Gravitational Collapse (Sam/Dean/OFC, NC-17) | ||||
| 01:09pm 08/11/2007 | ||||
PAIRING: Sam/Dean/OFC RATING: NC-17 WARNING: Definite Sam/Dean overtones, mild Sam/Dean action. PREVIOUSLY: It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them. SUMMARY: PWP, baby, down and (very) dirty. Set about mid-S3. Darker!Sam and Doomed!Dean find themselves in a place where morals and rules aren't starting to mean much in the face of what they really want. Dominant!Sam included. OFC's with purpose beyond hot sex sold separately. WORD COUNT: 2504 NOTES: This is more of a 'verse than a series, but it'll make more sense if you read this first. A Sam/Dean finale will follow, but for now, this 'verse is threesome porn, because damn. I love me some threesome porn. Dean lets the girl’s ankles go, puts his hands on his brother’s shoulders, and it should feel weirder than this, he knows it should. Those muscles flexing under his hands, slick with sweat, should not send shivers running through every nerve in his body. Less than six months to live and Sam’s pulling him down this slow, slippery slide, and Dean’s finding he can’t really be the one to stop it anymore. ( Gravitational Collapse ) |
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| 10:44am 06/11/2007 | |||
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For your consideration: Suicide Tourists, when killing yourself in the privacy of your own home is just too passe. This weekend: Saturday - Soleil went to her very first Homecoming dance with her best friend. They went stag (doe?), together, and they looked really great. Jenn came over and did their hair, nails and make-up for most of the afternoon, so they should have. - Almost everyone had to cancel for the comic book photoshoot. Tauna & Voron were the only ones to actually make it, so we took our time setting up the set and the lighting, getting the camera settings and shadows just right. The shots turned out really impressive. - My gypsy mother showed up and loaded all her stuff into the attic in the guest house. She asked me if anyone was still living there, to which I quickly replied "We have some other people moving in". I told Dom it was a bad idea to have her put her stuff over there, even if it is the best place. Last thing I need is her asking to move in. Sunday - Dom made the best BBQ sauce in the history of EVER, OMG! SOOOO freaking amazingly good. - We watched Nightmare on Elm Street I with the kids. Dude, do any of you out there remember how SCARY this movie was when it first came out? I mean, it was terrifying. SOOOO creepy. It hasn't aged well. Watching it now, it's total CHEESE and not scary at all, although it's obviously meant to be. Ah, 80's movies, you do not stand the test of time. Someone seriously needs to do a remake of this movie like Rob Zombie's doing for Halloween. Although, after watching the director's cut of The Devil's Rejects several weeks ago (which I was urged by many friends and a review by Stephen King to do because it was so "awesome"), I think I have decided that much as I love Rob Zombie? His movies are just too fucking visceral and violent for me to enjoy. Recommendation: We watched 1408 a few weeks ago with Soleil and a couple of her friends, and while I'll always watch anything with John Cusack in it, this movie was exceptionally good, and scary, without being too much. Of course, this movie was also responsible for my hella nightmare a week later, so, view with caution. Monday - Entered my very first SPN-thon, the spn_holidays exchange, which looks to be mostly fic oriented. Can't wait for my assignment.- Submitted my IWRY story ON TIME! W00t! To Do Today - Write more porn. |
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| Hellhound on my Trail | ||||
| 05:45pm 03/11/2007 | ||||
And then he turns around and does the same damned thing in AHBL Pt.2 and has the nerve to keep telling Sam to let him go. JESUS. You KNOW he's breaking up inside. Crossroad fucking Blues man. That's where it all really begins, and every time I watch the ep I'm more and more awed by the genius of foreshadowing they managed to fit into that single episode. How the old man says "He's tired" to Sam, that he's ready to go, and Dean looks like he understands that. And then how Dean says the same thing to Sam this year in the premiere. And "doesn't everybody wanna be great?", guh, the look on Dean's face. And ( Mild spoiler for Bedtime Stories ) And right in the middle of Dean berating Evan, Soleil turns and looks and me and says "But... isn't that exactly what Dean does at the end of the season?" And I said, "Yep. That's why it's so freaking awesome." I have a feeling I will be returning to this ep a lot over the course of Season 3. EEEEEEEEE! SHOW! How I LOVE you! |
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