Oh, fuck that noise.

So you might have heard about the whole debacle with ABC and Good Morning America, in which they turned down Adam Lambert at the last minute because they claimed his performance on the AMAs showed him to be "unpredictable on live TV" (an accusation which requires him to be too galactically stupid to tell the difference between a morning news show and a music awards show airing in the evening), aaaaaand then they turned around and sign Chris Brown, currently the poster child for beating the shit out of your girlfriend.

Who wants to complain? 'Cause I did. Luckily, astolat did us the favor of finding out where you can leave a message:

TO CALL ABC TO COMPLAIN: 1-818-460-7477, hit 1 on first menu, 2 on second menu, 1 on third menu, then 466 for the GMA mailbox and leave a message.

Two things to keep in mind before they call:

1. If you yell and curse, they'll delete your message.
2. They only give you about thirty seconds to talk.

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My paycheck started getting direct deposited today! Woohoo! This means I have to do absolutely nothing when it comes to dealing with the temp agency, since the company I'm working for has a deal with them that they'll take our timecards over to the office for us.

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So what marathons are we looking at on TV today? I know White Collar is this afternoon and Deadliest Catch is all day, but what else is there? I have nowhere to go and nothing to do until this afternoon, and I'm only two chapters away from finishing Heroine Addiction.

Another Thanksgiving tidbit that I appreciated ...

... was when my grandfather and I sat around and vented about being dirty hippie liberal atheists.

Sometimes, I'm really ridiculously grateful to have the family I have, let me tell you.

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Also, here is your blast from the past for today:

Since I can't find my MP3 player and my Zen's been out of commission for ages, I dug out the one portable music player I've got left -- my mini-disc player.

I just find it hilarious how long I've kept this thing around for emergencies and it still freaking works. :)

Heh.

( Dear Chris Evans ... )

Ew.

I forgot how bad Nikki Cox's plastic surgery was until I saw her in a rerun of Ghost Whisperer at my cousin's house just now and thought, "GYAH, whose inflated clown face is that?"

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SO. Status of the writer!

I am not going to win NaNo this year, as there's no way in Hell I'm writing fifteen thousand words a day for the next three days. But I'm not really upset about it at all, because Egress is the next story on my plate after I finish Heroine Addiction. Which I should finish this weekend unless there's some major global disaster or something.

I have two chapters of Heroine Addiction to finish before I'm done, but most of what's left is already sketched out. It's been taking forever, mostly because I don't want another rerun of GPW where I just sort of slapped the end together to get done and now I look at it and kinda want to bang my head off a wall. The less I have to tweak everything in the editing, the better. Hence why it's taking me so long -- better to get it done right the first time than figure out it's a mess and plow through regardless.

I haven't started my Yuletide yet. I have to get my hands on the source material I want to use. But when I do, it will be glorious. Mark my words. :D

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( And now a bit of meta, or Supernatural vs. Glee: Why I'm close to giving up one but not bound to give up the other anytime soon. )

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Why am I watching Top Gear? Because I'm in a house that has access to BBC America for a change and that's what's on, that's why. I swear to God, if I had BBC America it would be on my TV all the time.