Things I really need to do

1. Figure out how to organize a ficathon through AO3.
2. Clean my apartment.
3. Catch up on SPN and TVD. (Yes, I'm terribly spoiled up to the most recent episodes, and OMGWTF all around.)
4. Edit Heroine Addiction again.
5. Outline Cigarettes And Shambles.
6. Dig out my screenwriting program.
7. Sell back my textbooks.
8. Bring my Playdoh to work. (They gave us candy for Easter at work, but included in the bag of candy was a little plastic egg with Playdoh in it. I've since obtained three other people's Playdoh because I've been squishing it in my left hand while I work and it's actually working quite well as a makeshift stress ball. I have dollar-store Playdoh at my house for pretty much the same reason, sooooo.)
9. Buy my brother dinner tonight as payback for taking Otis to the vet this week.
10. Find a new agent. (Hopefully with the help of the formerly-agent-shaped person, as I have no freaking clue what I'm doing even when my cat's NOT repeatedly exploding.)

So, the Judy Mays thing.

Which, if you need to catch up, is summed up by the Smart Bitches here.

Basically, Judy Mays is the pen name of a local teacher who also writes erotic romance for Ellora's Cave. The parents in the school district found out and freaked. A local news station decided to advertise the entire idiotic affair and reveal her real name while pretty much implying she's a pedophile.

What's weird to me about the whole thing is that she's local, so for once I'm coming at it from a different angle. I don't watch the local news precisely because of crap like this. WNEP is a joke so it's not even worth it. If it's anything worth paying attention to, my mom will give me a head's-up. However, one of my co-workers writes Harry Potter fanfic, and the other day she came over in total disgust over the whole thing and unloaded the entire story on me.

Like Smart Bitches, this is one of the few instances where it's okay to read the comments in most news stories, because I've yet to run into anyone online or off who doesn't think that the parents are behaving like great trembling wankers and the whole scandal is a steaming pile of elephant dung. My co-worker the HP writer was totally prepared the other day to call into WNEP's message board (they have a phone line where people can call in and comment on stories, and it alternates between being a font of awesome and a verbal display of abject stupidity) to leave an "Are you effing serious?!" response to a woman who called in to say that now she's worried about said teacher "staring" at her 17-year-old son.

Now, see, in that particular case I'm more worried about that kid growing up in a house with a mother too stupid to understand what fiction means.