I'm back!

*collapses on floor*

Whatever you do, DON'T MOVE ME. Just bring me booze from the fridge and point me towards the new Veronica Mars and I'll be a happy camper.

Con report or something kind of like it to come later, but suffice it to say that Nashville is awesome and the gang I rode to the con with is awesome and the fandom is AWESOME. I got to fangirl people! And I got fangirled! That was ... odd, yet fun. :) There was also a surprisingly high number of Supernatural fangirls who are too incredibly cute to live.

Am now in possession of slightly used cat. He's behaving, though, and he definitely seems happier than he did at my parents' house.

All I can say about Heroes last night is that the urge that I've had to write Hiro fic has now quadrupled.

And finally, I called my brother yesterday and talked to him about the whole Port-O-Pottie incident.

Me: You and your friends are such dumbasses. Honestly, I don't know how you stand upright.
Bryan: Well, I sit down a lot.

*eye roll*

I need a pet robot that will go buy me groceries.

For the record, the menagerie's reaction to one another was something like this:

Emmett: "Hey, a new guy! Hi, new guy! You can help me plot! Every villain needs a sidekick, right?"
Otis: "... oh, fuck, I've been sent to the apartment of Dr. Moreau."

Also, John Krasinski was just on Ellen talking about how he got sucked into watching Project Runway. No, really, why can't I have one of those? *grabbyhands*

So, yeah. I have a metric assload of plotbunnies from Wincon (dude, I swear "Pin The Plotbunny on TP" was an open game for anybody who wanted to play) to work on today, not to mention that I managed to get the index card notes for The Sorcerers of Scranton done, which helps a lot. Taking an entire shift off of work has completely thrown off my brain.

Okay, now I have to go friend people from Wincon. *bounds off*

I WIN.

I have the copy of Men's Fitness that has Jensen in it. SCORE.

I also went out and stocked up on groceries, and considering the amount I bought I should be good for, oh, DECADES. Not that I bought carts and carts of food or anything, but since it's just me and my tiny ineffectual stomach, all that will take forever for me to finish.

I seriously have to do fic recs, since they've piled up like crazy. And I have to write fic, although I have a feeling that the Hiro fic is going to come out of my brain first. I'm pretty sure that the Dean/Ash MIT AU will come out next, though, because come ON. That just needs writing. It probably doesn't help that I said I'd do it in a room full of fangirls. I have no choice now. Heh. ;)

I am not planning my weekend around the Return to Halloweentown premiere. You can't prove a thing.

Anybody got a Tic-Tac?

Otis has now decided he's comfortable enough to sprawl all over me and purr like crazy while giving me this swoony happy look.

The downside is that it smells like a bloated whale died in his throat.

Oh, wait, I remember this feeling. It's guilt and shame.

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Top Chef

Fifteen minutes into the premiere and I'm already slashing Marcel/Ilan in my head.

Thanks, show!

EDIT: Um, I have a crush on Ilan. Well, that didn't take long. ;)

SON OF EDIT: Heh. I'm slashing this season's Harold and Stephen. That's fucking hilarious.