Huh.

I may be writing two apocalyptothon stories this year for the same prompt. Well, seriously, I could write ten stories for it if I wanted to, but I started writing one angle, and then I got another idea I really liked, so now I think I'm going to write them both.

Hell, as long as I write something. They're certainly working out a hell of a lot better than my Big Bang, which ... I think my problem is that I need a plot. Because, yeah, that could help. Just telling two hot women to make out for twenty thousand words is just not working, possibly because they're both armed.

As for Heroine Addiction, I've almost got five out of twenty-five chapters edited. I wanted to get more done this weekend but, hey, I'll be bringing my netbook with me to work so hopefully I can make a bit of a dent in them during my lunch break. It'll be a lot easier when I go over the revised list of chapters and figure out which ones need the least editing and go over them first to get them out of the way.

Oh, and I'm going to try to come up with a plot for my Big Bang today because at this rate I'll end up switching to just another J2 fic which -- don't get me wrong, I love J2 fic and reading and writing it but more femmeslash dammit. HMPH.

I keep forgetting to post this ...

... but I want to see this movie like burning. (NSFW for a bit of nudity and references to incest)

... so my choice is "or death?"

So I stop at the grocery store across the street from my job before work to pick up snacks and while I'm checking out the sushi lunches they have for sale, this guy is standing next to me talking into a cell phone saying, "Yeah, he's thinking of leaving the country. America's going downhill fast, I'm telling you. I'm thinking about leaving myself."

I was sorely tempted to ask what he meant by that, but I knew the two options were:

a.) health care reform sets puppies on fire and he wants to go to another where the government doesn't take so much of his hard-earned money for taxes like they do here, in which case ... uh, I hear Somalia's nice this time of year; OR ...

b.) he's terrified some teabagging fuckwit with explosive devices is going to try some shit and get a ton of people killed and he wants to get the fuck out before it's his ass at the wrong end of a boomstick, in which case ... can I come with? And does he know of an empty British or Canadian couch we can sleep on?

Either way ... eh, that store's sushi is revolting anyway.

Also, Ricky Martin announced he's gay. Okay, fandom, somebody write the porn where he fucks Adam Lambert. You know you want to, fandom, because you want everybody to fuck Adam. And thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for that. :D