Boom boom, shake, shake the room.

So I've been reading SPN finale spoilers and can I just say ( spoilery comments )

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Okay, okay, now I'm going to go work on my Big Bang.

What a moron. That goes for all of them.

So I haven't talked about my brother being a moron (or my parents being dumb, for that matter) lately, so here's the new thing.

Last week was his birthday. That meant his license needed to be renewed. He went down there with cash to renew it, but they wanted a cashier's check or a personal check. "Eh, I'll just wait until next week," he told my mom. "I'm not driving anywhere for work due to the car pool, and my friend is driving when we got to New York City this weekend."

My father pointed out to him that with an expired license, good luck trying to get into any bars. Bryan made a priority of getting his license renewed after that.

My parents both bitched about how irresponsible he was not to notice -- he already went five whole months without noticing his car needed an inspection -- but I yelled right back at them for being dumb enough to tell him he wouldn't get into a bar with an expired license. You don't tell him that. You let him to go to New York and have a shitty weekend when he figures out there are other consequences to having an expired license than getting a ticket if you get pulled over, like standing outside a bar in NYC while your friends are inside getting gleefully plastered. And then you laugh at him when he comes home grumbling. You laugh A LOT.

My mom was complaining how she has to do this and that and the other thing for him and I told her, "And you wonder why he doesn't do anything." Because Mom and Dad will take care of the car insurance and remind him to get his car inspected and shit, that's why. Why should he have to think when Mom and Dad will do it for him?

Stop doing it for him, let him flounder for a while, and eventually he'll figure out how to be a fucking adult.

... ahem. So, yeah, that happened.

Three hair-related things:

1. I have reached a point in growing out my hair where from the ears up I look a lot like Tim Urban.

2. Some poor hairstylist is going to look at the back of my head when I grow it long enough for a bob, spot the bits I've been trimming without looking in my bathroom, and beat me senseless.

3. The reason this is the point in growing out my hair at which I inevitably crack and cut it all off again is that my bangs are now not long enough to tuck behind my ears, but just long enough so the ends dangle directly in my eyes.

Status of the writer, Big Bang edition

3300 / 20000

I need to have at least 9000 words by the end of the day to make myself happy with my progress. If I can just finish writing the scenes I've already gotten started I should be able to make it to 5k without a problem, so hopefully I can just pound as much as possible today.

I just keep telling me this is good for me. I'm writing! I've got words! Woohoo!

OM NOM NOM.

I know I'm a bit of a Gertrude Hawk pimp, but I have a bag of the maple walnut cream ones on my desk right now and oh, my God, they're like my thesis.

I don't know why I go in their store anymore, honestly. I go in there and buy out half their stock. Which is bad when you're broke, but then you have chocolate so you feel better. Problem solved! :D

Two Big Bang comments

1. I'm about to crack 5k.

2. Oh, right, I've never written a real f/f sex scene before. *headsmack*

Oh! Another story or ye olde parental units ...

I stopped up the house yesterday to pick up cat food and was talking to my mother in the living room when I noticed one of the cats, Spencer, contorting his pudgy rolypoly body to, well, lick himself.

The entire time I'm talking to my mom, he's licking himself. Continually. I made a crack about that scene in The Long Kiss Goodnight where Brian Cox watches a dog licking himself and says something about how he's been doing it for two hours and by now whatever it is is long gone or there to stay, which my mom didn't appreciate.

Five minutes later, Spencer got up and went into the dining room. And went back to licking.

By now, I've figured out something is not right. So I go over and pick him up to find a bare patch of skin about the size of a half-dollar to the left of his rear with what basically amounts to a small round hole in his skin that looked like he'd been poked with a particularly sharp knitting needle. It was NOT pretty.

My mom proceeded to get snippy with me while she tried to fix things, so I got my dad for her and got the heck out of Dodge. She called me this morning to tell me that after talking to the vet, his theory is that one of the other cats probably bit him -- having seen this, I don't even want to imagine how vicious the fight must have been, seriously, and considering it's one hole and only one cat with one tooth we already know the culprit -- and the bite then became abscessed. Which, EW. I can only imagine how much that hurt, poor thing.

So now the cat and I are both on amoxicillin. Heh.

EDIT: Also, I keep forgetting to mention that the highway that I drive to work on is frequented by a flock of turkeys, so I'm starting to develop a tendency to just expect an enormous picture-of-Thanksgiving turkey to be standing on the side of the road watching me drive me past. I see the same damn turkey at least once a week.

It makes me crave sweet potatoes, quite frankly.

I took a break to watch Doctor Who.

( Spoilers )

... what.