Seventh but no sabbath for the wicked.

Lance is a sexy man, though admittably, one who went through quite a few bleakly awkward phases to get there. The wicked arch of those eyebrows, the slightly effeminate physique all took growing into. But who among us didn't? And while everyone has their favorite particular about him, mine is his voice. Singers are an automatic weakness for me, but the way I can feel his notes along my spine, how his laugh is amusingly higher than you'd expect, the way you *know* it becomes raspy and even pornier when he's turned on, it manages to be both lilting and strong, forming the base (it really is so, so easy) of the much-regaled *NSYNC "round sound."

I'll definitely get more shallow later on, but that's truly my first and hardest love about the boy.

Recommendation was no contest.

Just Push Play by Slim and Without Me

That's not even the hottest thing, though. The way JC was looking at him... that's what Lance really can't forget. The way he sought Lance's eyes out, time and again. God. It was as if he'd wanted to make sure of the effect he was having on Lance. Not because he needed the reassurance, though. It was like he knew how hot he was and he wanted Lance to know it too.

Lance knows. And more than that, he knows he's totally fucked.

Finished this on Sunday and it definitely stands as one of the hottest things I've ever read in my life. The pacing was perfect, the story was excellent (Lance as porn king! Come now, who's not on board?) But what really sealed it - had myself *quite* the little psychosomatic taste reaction somewhere in the middle. That was new. Lance is not smooth, JC isn't as docile as he seems, and Nick gets to two-up Justin! Sweet, sexy, and definitely not average fare here.

A mixed bag.

Got selected by Seatfiller to attend the Latin Billboards tomorrow night in Miami. Yay! All about the live performances, man. I don't actually know what to expect or how much of the show we'll actually get to see, but it's all terribly exciting.

Unfortunately, this also means tedious amounts of shaving, buying a hair iron, giving myself a manicure and pedicure because there's no time to make appointments, spending what I maintain is astronomical for a few simple items of makeup, and accomplishing a host of other things I would've had all the leisure of early afternoon over a mug of coffee for. But such is the price one pays for mingling on-camera. Maybe there'll be cute boys and lenient bartenders.

This also means I have to cancel dinner with my father - a situation one wouldn't exactly call lamentable. One time for things evening out in the end.

All caught up on Lance month! Man, that was two days straight but damn does it feel nice. Good thing is, looking through all those pictures and recommendations, I have a slew of new ideas and themes as well as so much good fic I'm tempted to write off the entire month. Working vacation! I could dig it.

I'm so irrational about spending money. Newsprint is no object - clothes, as much as I love them, I practically cry about. Plane tickets to New York and Los Angeles? If I can even pretend to swing it I will - the MiniDisc player that'll be good for god only knows how long and will keep me from going insane on the plane and the camera which would capture the experience forever I hem and haw about for two weeks before and after. However, with copious hugs to pierydys, the puppyshelter folks, and various downloading programs, my popslash footage archive has definitely reached the point of keeping stuff on CD-Rs being irrational, and as a result I have committed to drop whatever 80 gig external hard drives are going for these days.

( I'd like to do a recommendation outside of current festivities: )

Fascinating.

Anyone know about the practice of dubbing songs into different languages? No, not by the original artists, unless you know many oldies singers who also speak unaccented Hungarian.

Weird, man. Trying to sing along to Five O'Clock World for a good twenty seconds before I realize our words aren't meshing at all.