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Yesterday's life lesson was that hearing either one of the Head brothers singing can make you feel loads better. It did go to show how distracted I was, though, 'cause when "One Night in Bangkok" came on the radio, I thought I still had the hard rock station on. I nearly flipped out ... "Damn it, I found a good station! You can't lose it on me now!"

I'm not saying that I don't like that song, it's just ... you've got to understand how incredibly awful North-Eastern Pennsylvania radio stations are. Unless, of course, you want to hear a sexist, egotistical prick play Christina and Britney over and over again as if he's really playing videos and he's trying to figure out whose bikini wax is better. (This is also the same jackass who'd occasionally sneak in a hair band out of the 80s, but I maintain those were out of confusion and he got a nasty surprise during the bikini wax check.) But then I moved to DC, and DC has DC 100. I think I'm in love with DC 100. We shall marry, and it shall be bliss, and we shall produce many hard-rock compilation CDs. *happy sighs*

So, yeah. Today is Coming Out of the WIP Closet Day, apparently. And I don't think it's so much that I have something lying around collecting dust to show off, but I do have something I might actually work on finishing. So you might get a fanfic surprise later on today or tomorrow. Just a warning. (And yes,

girlwithjournal, I know I still owe you a PotC fic. I'm working on it, witch's honor.)

And also, I'm sorry, but if Angel is going to be a puppet, I might actually have to watch. Partly because that's less David I've got to watch, but also to see how many diamonds they have to carve into jagged spikes and paint brown to make his puppet-hair.

I also won't think this puppet thing is very fair if Angel doesn't throw up his arms and scream at the top of his lungs at least once. Dude, that's what puppets do.

While I'm being spoileriffic, Seth has sex with Summer! Yay!

I know I said that already, but that can't be stressed enough. :)

And while I'm at it, if Chris is finally going to come out of the second son closet, I think he needs to have more air time. Preferably, more half-nekkid airtime. Or, you know, more all-nekkid airtime.

I'd apologize for my hormones here, but damn it, have you seen that man? Sheesh.

I suppose I could settle for seeing more of his pretty, pretty, pretty blue eyes around the set, but his rear end wouldn't be an unwelcome visitor, either.