Yeah, this is going to work.

What I currently have in regards to spn_j2_bigbang:

1. Twenty-four hours.
2. 6500 words.
3. An eyestrain headache.
4. In accordance with that last Daily Show clip, what looks suspiciously like dry-humping.

I believe this is what is commonly referred to as a lesson in futility. *sigh*

And yet I'm not giving up because I am, in fact, INSANE.

Okay.

So I had maybe four hours of sleep after I came home from work today, so I'm going to go sleep and get up bright and early for more shiny porn writing.

\o/

(I'm trying to be realistic about the whole thing. If I get it done, YAY. If I don't, I'll still have a big chunk of a monstrously-large fic done. Either way, wheeeeee.)

Spotted on IMDb ...

Hollywood actor Charlie Sheen has been accused of regularly using a high-profile escort service. The Two And A Half Men star reportedly answered a newspaper advertisement for Nici's Girls which charges customers $25,000 per night - and placed an order for four escorts. The 42-year-old - who was accused by ex-wife Denise Richards of having an unhealthy love for prostitutes and Internet porn - reportedly paid agency owner Nici $20,000 for their services. Nici made the revelations to Rolling Stone magazine journalist Vanessa Grigoriadis. The reporter tells New York Post's PageSix.com, "When Nici dropped four girls off at his penthouse, she found the actor in silk pajamas with 'C. MaSheen' embroidered over the pocket. Sheen gave her a $20,000 check for the girls, and she picked them up several hours later." Despite entering court-ordered rehab for substance abuse, Nici "continued to book girls for him, furtively sending them to a doctor's office in Los Angeles owned by a friend of Sheen's. The orderlies at the rehab centre would let him out for his frequent medical appointments." Nici told Grigoriadis she continued to send girls for Sheen at a hotel in Santa Monica, California until last year. Sheen became engaged to fiancee Brooke Mueller in July. In response to the allegations, Sheen's publicist Stan Rosenfield tells PageSix.som, "This is an old, old, old story. But, if you're looking for a really good story, I heard that Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe are getting a divorce."

On the first bold bit: Who gave him those, John Malkovich?
On the second bold bit: I didn't want to laugh, and yet, HA!

Okay, now I am going to go take a quick shower, eat, and then write for the next fifteen hours straight. *whimpers*

Nice scanning, post office.

According to the website, my new laptop keyboard left New Jersey two days ago and is floating in the ether.

According to me, it's sitting on my desk right now.

The part of me that used to scan every package in my office twice a day when I worked at DHL is cringing right now. (Every once in a while I think about how that office must look now and I laugh, because I may have gone on the internet a lot while I did that job, but I did that job, knew every package in that office within an inch of my life, and kept that place more organized than the temp they pulled in to learn how to do my job before I left could ever possibly have figured out.)

EDIT: Also, please to be stopping me from not writing for an hour or so so that I can install the new keyboard and not have to be all awkward about using the shift key on the left side that still works. I can deal, honestly, and I already have to take fifteen minutes or so to run to the post office and mail stuff as it is.

Glutton for punishment? That's me!

11000 words and ten and a half hours to go.

New SPN and Step It Up And Dance tonight.

*cries*

*is about to disconnect the internet and hide my remote for the day*

I'd better get a fucking pony out of this, is all I'm saying. ARGH.

My current status re: my BigBang story

Uh, I cracked 10k, so there's that.

I really have to stop distracting myself with the thought that I could very easily finish this by tomorrow if I don't finish it by midnight, and then I could post it on Saturday or so rather than in a month, and that way I could watch new SPN and Step It Up And Dance tonight instead of skipping it to try and hit the word count.

And then my cat decided he didn't like the state of his litterbox and left me a lovely present in the spare bedroom, so I had to walk away from the computer to clean it up or else I was going to die from the fumes.

Also, from tzikeh comes this lovely screencap of the image Fox News used during a discussion of the Lincoln/Douglas debates:



... yeah.

EDIT: Oh! If you're going to sign up for apocalyptothon you have about seven and a half hours. :)

A few things

-- So the story won't be done for Bigbang. It probably would have been if I'd started it earlier but ... well. That's okay, though, because I'll probably get it done tomorrow and now I can watch new SPN and Step It Up And Dance tonight. Woohoo!

-- Only four more hours to jump in on apocalyptothon, you guys. PIMP, PIMP. (For the last time. Heh.)

-- The weather is disgusting and rainy and cold, and if it's like this tomorrow when we're supposed to go out to the bars I'm going to be bitterly disappointed. Of course, if I get the shirt I ordered tomorrow, I don't even care if it's a tank top, I'm wearing it. Not that anybody at the bar is likely to get it, but still. (Also, I need this one like burning.)

-- Bwahahahahaha, I so need that for Wincon. And also this. \o/

-- Um, someone keep me the hell away from Cafepress when I'm broke.

-- Tomorrow I also get to see if I can handle putting in the new keyboard all by my lonesome. I suppose I could take the part and the computer to someone and be like, "Here, you do it," but after that debacle with HP? Yeah, I'll do it my own damn self, thanks.

-- Books come tomorrow, yes? *hopeful* (Aside from the Big Gay Regency Romance, I also ordered a paperback copy of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, since all I have is the hardcover, and two books from this guy, because I love his stuff.)

A few quick comments ...

( ... on tonight's Supernatural. )

Also:

( A comment on tonight's Step It Up And Dance )