Heeeee.

Six Things in Expelled that Ben Stein Doesn't Want You to Know..., from Scientific American -- Awesome. :)

In good news, I cracked 36k on the novel. \o/

In bad news, I don't think I'm going to get my Bigbang done in time for Bigbang. I'm definitely going to finish it, because it really is too much cracky goodness to pass up, but it's soooo not going to work if I try to get it done in two weeks, not even as a crappy first draft.

Oh, it's all about YOU, isn't it?

Me: *sets up pilates mat*
Otis: "Ooo, ooo, what's this?!" *spazzes out*
Me: *tries to do what the video tells me to*
Otis: "Ooo, ooo, Mommy's on the floor! I know what that means!" *flops down on floor next to me to be petted*
Me: *keeps exercising*
Otis: *sadface* "But, Mommy, you're supposed to pet me!"
Me: *keeps exercising*
Otis: *gets up, jumps up on my tummy, purrs and rubs my face* "NO! PET NOW, PET NOW!"
Me: *sighs, gives up, pets the hell out of him*

I resisted the temptation to pick it myself ...

Go here to vote for whichever fandom you'd like to see in this round of apocalyptothon. I've got thirty-nine places filled and I've got one more I can squeeze in, but I've got an eight-way tie for ... uh, whichever place this is.

So, you know, go vote. :) (Seriously, go vote. Some of you REALLY want to go look at that list. Hint, hint.)

Hooray!

Apocalyptothon submissions are now open!

Be sure to read through the whole thing even if you've done the ficathon the last few years. I'm changing the rules this year to make sure that everybody gets a story on the due date.

Pimp, y'all. PIMP. \o/

(Also, that list makes me laugh. You people are on crack. *beams*)

La, la, la.

My kitchen is clean, my dishes are done, my laundry is washing, and there are freshly baked cupcakes on my kitchen table.

Clearly, I win. \o/

(Oh, and there's that apocalyptothon thing going on. HINT, HINT. Mythbusters! The Colbert Report! How I Met Your Mother! Bandom! Go sign up, y'all. :))

Awww.

( Spoilery comment about Step It Up and Dance )