Since I haven't done this meme in a while ...

Boosted from a few people on ye olde friends list:

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about something and you were really confused, but you didn't want to ask because you knew you SHOULD know? How many times have you felt guilty asking a close LJ friend a question that should be obvious?

Well, here's your chance.

If you've missed a few things, missed an entry and are confused, ask me anything. Even something EXTREMELY basic, like where I live! I'm not allowed to get even slightly irritated at any of the questions - we've all missed things before.

I'll answer 'em in the morning. :)

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Heroine Addiction:

64662 / 100000

I know I planned on being further ahead by tonight, but on Tuesday I stalled a bit on the chapter I'm working on right now -- not from writer's block, but it's a bit actiony, SO ... -- and I didn't get much done today thanks to driving back and forth to the vets and the primetime lineup from HELL. Nights like this, I'd KILL for a TiVo.

I'm good right now, though. Would I like to be further ahead? Sure. Can I do better tomorrow? Definitely. I got over the hump in the chapter that I was having trouble with, and the only tweaks I need to make with it are extremely minor. If I don't spot them in the reread, I'm sure the agent-shaped person will pick them up. ;)

Also, the next chapter is one I've gotten all of the dialogue written for. It's short and talky, so I can pound that out, and then the next one is another actiony-sneaky one.

Oh, and I write that opening sentence I really liked. No idea what I'll do with it but I'll figure out something.

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A few random things:

-- I think I saw a guy I graduated with when I ran to Dollar General today. This tall guy with a shaved head held the door open for me, and it was only after I got in my car that I thought, "Hey, I think that was Tim." That's the second guy I went to high school with I've run into there. Huh.

-- I picked up one of the cats from the vet today after he got neutered, and the vet warned me he was really doped up. I thought she meant sleepy, but no, she meant numb from the waist down. He could walk, but when I let him out of the carrier at my parents' house, it was sort of a cross between drunk, dizzy, kicked in the groin, and approved by the Ministry of Silly Walks.

Also, my mom agreed with me that you don't really notice how big they are until they're not there anymore.

-- I still have the first disc of True Blood from Netflix to watch tomorrow. I should get on that.

IT'S REX MANNING DAY!

AND ON WINCHESTER BOYS REX MANNING DAY, WE HAVE AC/DC.

I'm going to be completely useless today, I can already tell.

This is no coincidence!

According to AfterElton, the teams for this season of the Amazing Race were announced, and this year's gay competitors is a team of brothers.

The network just announced the new line-up for the season debuting September 27th and it includes Sam and Dan McMillen, two brothers who only recently came out to each other.

Oh, only one letter away ... *dies laughing*

So in political news:

-- The two big visuals from last night were Joe Wilson being a douche and eliciting a trio of FANTASTIC bitchfaces from Obama, Biden, and Pelosi, aaaaaand Cantor playing with his Blackberry during the speech, because apparently his DS was broken and Guitar Hero was too heavy to lug into the House.

-- Wilson's opponent is up to $113k on ActBlue.

-- Wilson's website doesn't load.

Also, there's this quote from this article: Rep. Mark Kirk (R-Ill.), who is running for Obama's old Senate seat, said, "He talked at us. He didn't listen to us... It was a missed opportunity." Someone stop me from emailing him the definition of the word "speech."

This is awesome.

( The best movie review you'll see today. )

Oh, and about last night's Glee?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand then I climbed Matthew Morrison like a tree.

Oh, and I may have screamed, "FUCK YEAH!" when ( cut for spoilers )

And it's nineteen days until my birthday, too.

It's been that kind of day. So after my soup at the cafe, I treated myself to hot chocolate and pumpkin cake, because it feels like fall out there.

Okay, stuffies!

-- Who's going to introduce legislation to repeal DOMA? THESE BITCHES RIGHT HERE.

-- For those keeping score: McCains: 2, Wilson: 0.

-- Nicole Richie and Joel Madden named their new son Sparrow James Midnight. Sue me, but I like it a lot. (I also like what somebody pointed out on Jezebel, which is that they gave their kids a cool weird Hollywood first name (Harlow, Sparrow), a normal everyday name to use in case they don't like the first one (Kate, James), and a name referencing the time they were born (Winter, Midnight). It's a nicer theme than the Duggars and their stupid J-names.)

-- Nature's 6 Most Diabolical Predators

-- I am not wearing a bra today. I know you were all very curious. I just thought I'd inform you.

Yeah, I'm probably going to spam the hell out of you guys today. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Okay, a quick refresher for my attitude about fandom this season in ten parts:

1. I love Supernatural SO GODDAMN MUCH.

2. Supernatural is a flawed fucked-up show with lousy issues when it comes to women and non-white people, and the writers seriously need a course in Gender and Race.

3. Fandom and I will have a serious meta discussion about where the show made very winceworthy choices in regards to women and non-white folks and why Kripke and company need a smack upside the head ...

4. ... on Friday.

5. ... and possibly not on my LJ, because I'd really like to avoid wank over here. Intelligent conversations, yes. Making FW ... yeah, I'll pass.

6. On Thursday night, I reserve the right to float on a cloudy haze of candy rainbows and unicorn farts following the show (and not just because Project Runway airs right after it).

7. When it comes to Supernatural, I will be a hopeless giddy superficial ditz on Thursdays and a sharp scholarly social intellectual on Fridays.

8. Thursday and Friday are two entirely different days.

9. I promise NEVER to swing over to your serious meta episode discussion when I'm in Thursday mode or piss in your Cheerios with my thesis on how [Spoiler], [Spoiler], and [Spoiler] fit into the show's complex and oftentimes disconcerting racism and sexism issues when your post consists entirely of pictures of Jared's treasure trail peeking out from under his shirt.

10. This is my dance space, that is your dance space. NOW, CHA CHA.

Those are my personal commandments. Next, we're having pie. :D

EDIT: I just wanted to add that as far as I've seen, we've got a fantastic fandom. Yes, I know -- CRAZYPANTS EVERYWHERE. However, for all that there are some people making it out to be the Squares vs. the Drapes when it comes to the seriousness or lack thereof of discussion posts, there's not a single fan on my friends list who hasn't come up on both sides of the issue. Everybody who posts a flappyhands reaction post can hold an intelligent conversation if they'd like, and those who hold thoughtful discussions on the issues have no problem with throwing an old-fashioned squeefest if need be.

In summation ... *hearts*

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

So I run down to the store for a couple of things -- soda, candy, etc. -- and I used my debit card for a twenty dollar purchase. Declined.

Well, hell, it's happened here before. Now I'm starting to think my card is screwed up. So I run to the ATM to check it out.

I should in theory have the eighteen bucks and change I already had in there, plus the fifty bucks in UC I got deposited yesterday, minus ten bucks for the gas I bought yesterday. My current balance is listed as sixty-eight bucks and some change. My available balance? Negative fifty-four cents.

Now, I know I haven't spent that, so I roll around to the drive-through -- the lobby was already closed -- and I ask for a copy of my statement. According to THAT, I have a fifty-four cent debit because I ran to the post office the other day and had no change on me.

Common sense says somebody entered something into the wrong line/the computer is reading the wrong line. The girl at customer service, instead, tells me it's probably because of the gas and how the gas stations hold bigger amounts and all, which ... I KNOW. Except instead of a round number with no cents like they've normally held on me before, my balance is the exact negative of my latest debit.

Basically, what it all adds up to is me wanting to shake some poor bank teller until she cries uncle.

*seethes*

ARGH.

I am trying to write and I can't concentrate because it's ONLY TWO HOURS YOU GUYS.

I've got to go drag my fuzzy butterfly chair back into the living room. And make sure the mixings for cherry limeades are ready. And possibly bounce around my apartment like an idiot squealing at the top of my lungs.

I've felt like this ALL DAY:

My non-spoilery comment on "Vampire Diaries" so far

Nine Dobrev is hotter than either of the guys. Mmm-hmmm.

Also, since it's going around, the "When you see this, quote SPN" thing:

DEAN: How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?
CHUCK: You mean my process?
DEAN: Yes, your "process."
CHUCK: Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep.

Still my favorite. Hey, that's my process, too! :D

Supernatural

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