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Ugh. The more I see the Gender Genie on my friends list, the more I think it flunked biology class. And also, you know how I had "An Unbearable Lightness of Brain Cells" just lying around? My brain wants to use it to write a Connor fic. This sucks, seeing as how I hate Connor, have always hated Connor, will always hate Connor, and would love to use that lightness-of-brain-cells crack to mean he'd been attacked by a pack of hungry zombies.

But I can't, because my brain wants me to take UnsuspectingAmnesia!Connor and fuck his life up all to pieces. Which is a good thing, because he won't be screwing with the L.A. crew and I can write him the way I want to. Plus, if he pisses me off, there's always starving zombies to fall back on. Maybe literally, if I can get him to the top of the Empire State Building and get someone to push him off.

The sad thing is, I'm almost positive I can write Connor, and that I want to write Connor, and that I don't want to feed him to zombies. I think I'm going to ground my brain -- quite possibly into a thick paste on a layer of broken glass bits. Erg.

Oh, and the hurricane. Yeah. Well, we lost power in the afternoon and didn't get it back until some time in the middle of the night, which didn't matter because I was sleeping anyway. I'm seriously starting to get the impression that extremely bad weather conditions make me sleepy. Then again, linoleum makes me sleepy, so there you go. In any event, I went to lie down until it showed up between 11-2 and really couldn't stay asleep, no matter how hard I tried. As amusing as death and destruction is, they're not exactly mutually exclusive in my brain and I started realizing that unless a Metro bus fell on someone too stupid to stay inside, I wasn't going to be amused.

But we have power back, I'm entirely positive that sometime today, the metro will start back up, and ... okay, I was going to say I don't feel like crap now, but I do. I really do, and theoretically, I'm supposed to go back to the temp job today. Frankly, I don't feel well enough to go, and the really immature part of my brain is yelping that if nobody else in this apartment has to go to work, then neither do I.

Hmm. I wonder if the temp agency would buy it if I called them up and told them I couldn't come to work because I woke up on a yellow brick road surrounded by midgets. Eh, probably not.

EDIT: Oh, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day, isn't it? Erm ... "Hey, you should hear the cool shit I downloaded last night! The RIAA can kiss my ass! Wooo!" Wait, that's not right.

Oh, never mind.

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The Love Actually trailer is here! *user does happy dance*

"What's the best sex you've ever had?"

"Britney Spears. *pause, then laughing* No, only kidding. She was rubbish."

*dies laughing*

Found via thebratqueen

Gay "family" denied entry to U.S.

*user growls softly to herself for a long moment, then ...*

Okay, I'm going to do this in parts.

A.) They are a family, dumbass. As much as I love the fact that this story was even reported, considering that we'd never see this story reported in American media, drop the quotation marks, all right?

B.) The US Embassy in Ottawa defended the action by US immigration officials at Toronto airport, saying that the 1996 US Defence of Marriage Act defined marriage as "only a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife". That's great. That's just wonderful. As stupid as it is, if that's what the law says that, you have to enforce it. For your own fucking country. I know this will come as quite a shock to you, but Canada is not the fifty-first state. You may not have passed geography, but I did. Our laws do not apply to Canadians doing something that's legal in Canada in Canada. So suck it up.

C.) "This is the law of the country, so as a sovereign country, the US can definitely do what it wants," embassy spokeswoman Danielle Lorrain said. Which is a philosophy that's worked extraordinarily well in Iraq. If you could sound a tad more arrogant when you're shoving your head up your ass, that would really help.

D.) The Canadian Government is currently considering to extend same-sex unions throughout the country. Note to US government ... as Canada is not the fifty-first state, you are not allowed to have a shit fit when this does happen.

I will never in my life figure out why two people swearing to love each other is a bad thing. Never.

But then again, I don't lead my life according to social mores which are grossly behind the times, sometimes by centuries, so what the hell do I know?

Huh. Oh, look, I made a rant.

Killing time once again ...

Anybody else want to embarrass themselves thoroughly?

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Just out of curiosity, does anybody know of a website that explains bone marrow transplants in a really understandable way? Basically, something easy enough for an idiot who has a hard time with medical terminology -- *user whistles and tries to pretend this is absolutely not her* -- to understand.

It's for research purposes for a story, but I basically just need enough information to know the basics, since it's only a minor plot point to spur the story along.

( Or better yet, if there's a doctor in the house ... )

It's not beta'd, but I got Chapter One finished and that's all right by me.

Title: An Unbearable Lightness of Brain Cells
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Pairing: None. I swear. Witch's honor. I don't care what it looks like.
Summary: A chance meeting between Connor and Dawn results in some major life-changing damage.
Archive: Just give me fair warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Otherwise, I'd be much nicer to them, with the sole exceptions of Connor and Dawn, who'd be fed to rabid mutant squirrels. But I swear I'll be nice to them in the story, honest.
Spoilers for: Angel -- "Home", Buffy -- "Chosen"

( Chapter One: A Chance Meeting )