I haven't seen one o'clock in the afternoon in quite a while. It's... bright.

Due to a set of unfortunate circumstances and spectacular incompetence on my part, I did not tape the Buffy finale. I seem to have collected myself in time to salvage Smallville, which I hear was *not* in fact the wash everyone was predicting. Will determine that at a later, uh, as yet undetermined time.

I may not have gone to sleep yet. Good job, yeah, I know. However, any ill effects are currently being dramatically offset by the fact that I woke up at six o'clock last night from having gone to sleep at ten in the morning, which I'll prefer to think of as hormonal hibernation and move on with my life. And, *and*, shockingly enough, I wrote! This is definitely a salvageable turn of events.

Sushi dinner with mum and her new friend, Rachel. Good times, and hey, ya can't beat raw seafood.

Mirraaaaandaaaaa! So good to see her again tonight. She got to hear all about my spending the past two days positively wallowing in Matrix twincest and how last night is now a haze of worshipful acts and picture-finding frenzy (Adrian and Neil color-code themselves! Eeee!) while I... got to talk her ear off for three hours, now that I think about it. She also continues to be the most creatively indulgent fellow genius I know. *mwah* Icons will be going into rotation as soon as Lance month is wrapped up, with proper fanfare.

My bestest wishes go out to Clay - by the same felicity mentioned above I *did* tape American Idol - the boy brought the house *down* baby, yes he did.

Quote of the Week:

"*NSYNC's JC Chasez came out surrounded by writhing stripper-dancers he didn't need - he may well become the strongest singer to emerge from his group."
-Darryl Morden, Reuters on his performance at Wango Tango

All done! Out to lunch.

American Idol

( Here's to the night. )

Day Twenty-One

Oh, the men of *NSYNC and their love affair with flower embroidery. Though that's not an entirely fair assessment, given that I mostly mean JC and Lance, but they do a bang-up job of compensating for the others' slack. This latest attempt at starting up some sort of fence-sitting flower child/military brat fashion merger is just a small part of why I love the industriously illustrious Mr. Bass.

Really though I don't even know what I'm talking about, because this picture is all about the neckline.

We're gonna get bellybutton glimpses soon. Hey, maybe *he'll* do a parody of Jennifer Lopez's dress! With Joey as Puff Daddy! Or no, no! JC! In a white suit! Being pimpy, even with the green hankie in his right back pocket! Could you just imagine?

Ahem. Onward.

Kiss by Synchronik

Joey was hazy on how it started, but kissing Lance became another of the pre-show rituals, before the vocalizations and the prayer, because, Justin said, it seemed sacrilegious to put your tongue in someone's mouth after saying "amen."

Justin and his selective scruples. *rubs his fuzzy head* I have a real weakness for kissing. Like, seriously: I'm one of those deal immediately broken if the making out is bad people. And this trend in fic of kissing Lance as pre-show ritual is another one of those things that makes me go hmm. Joey/Lance eventually, which is as it should be, written by Synchronik which means you'll probably laugh amid the drama and it'll always have a happy ending, all set to Prince! Everyone's a winner here.