I can't believe I'm doing this.

Okay, who'd be up for a Lost ficathon? I mean, I have no idea how to run one (trust me, I'm so lenient with the rules at ithurtsmybrain, I don't really think it counts), so I'd probably need someone to help me out if I wanted to run one during the six weeks we won't get any new episodes. But I have no idea what to do and I want new Lost fic that doesn't suck, damn it. So, would anybody be game to a.) join in and write and/or b.) help me run the damn thing?

(In other news, I got a chapter of MoM done already today. And it was the sex-scene chapter, too. Yay, me. :))

EDIT: Okay, so maybe I will read the Lost recaps on TWoP, but only if Sobell does them. Now, there's a recap that doesn't read with so much hatred. Hmph. Stupid Daniel.

OTHER EDIT: Oh, I want to see this trailer right the hell now. *squeals*

I'm not allowed to try thinking in the morning anymore.

First "Huh?" of the day, and second "Huh?" of the day.

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So I called my mother today, and she made the casual remark that all of our gay relatives are in town. Which led me to ask, "Wait, who's gay again?" just because I wanted some serious confirmation for once.

[Poll #442335]

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Okay, so how many gay relatives do I have? Apparently, the correct answer is three. (And okay, definitely one of my mom's cats and possibly another one were questionable, but until I can manage to work my gaydar across the species, I'm stuck on that account.)

I already pretty much know my uncle Bobby (my mom's brother) is gay, because he's lived with his boyfriend for twenty years already. But since nobody ever says it out loud, it's always nice to have confirmation. :) Also, my aunt Phyllis had always been a not-sure, but my mom backed me up on that one. And what spurred that "all of our gay relatives are in town" comment was that my great-uncle Bobby (whom my uncle Bobby is named after and who's my aunt Phyllis's brother) is visiting my hometown. I never even considered my great-uncle Bobby was gay. Heh. That's so cool, 'cause the three of them are awesome. *g*

In other news, my dad is apparently hopelessly addicted to Desperate Housewives. Bwahahahahahaha. I love my dad. *beams*

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Tonight was the first time I caught part of House. I'm not mistaken, right? House and Wilson are married, right? With a white picket fence and a yappy cocker spaniel and some very tacky aluminum siding?

That ten-things meme ...

Ten things I've done that you might not have:

1. Gotten a phone call from Italy from Roberto Benigni's assistant.
2. Bent my ankle sideways at a 95-degree angle and sprained it to the point where the ER doctor said I'd have been better off breaking it, then didn't walk right for four months.
3. Tied a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue on my first try in less than a minute.
4. Never broken a bone.
5. Had an uncle who interviewed Paul McCartney, Ellen Degeneres, Chris Rock, Elton John, and lots of other famous people. (He was a music critic for the San Francisco Chronicle.)
6. Ran away from home for five days after I flunked out of college.
7. Had a llama sneeze on me.
8. Convinced a stranger hitting on me in a movie theater that I was a new mother of triplets on my first night out by myself in months when I was eighteen. (Then ran into the same guy three years later in Borders and still managed to keep my cover story straight.)
9. Had my mother go to a PGA Tour game and seriously consider taking a banana peel Tiger Woods threw into a garbage can and selling it on Ebay.
10. Had a physically painful nightmare about a pair of tall buildings exploding a month or so before September 11th.