I'm lucky to still have a room.

Finally found my way home after three days spent in blissful exile with two of the people who'd definitely be on my deserted island list. It was lovely to have you here however briefly, silentfire (quite the slavedriver! However, there's an entire new section of Matrix twins fic to show for it, so.) And of course seeing walkingshadow is always a party. I've got braids in my hair, new ideas about the twins to ponder, and a whole lotta popslash media to ship out. It really, really was only a matter of time.

Picked up my brother from the post-Prom bash at the Clarion Hotel in West Palm Beach this morning. Considering the amount of sleep I've snatched over the course of the past week and that said location is about an hour away from my house, I'm fairly certain this feat at least merits an honorary ranking within the highest order of Sisters.

Someone more ballsy and clever than I took a pair of pruning shears to the shrubbery sign in front of a community near my house called Rock Creek. The hedge now most amusingly reads Fuck Creek. Hee.

Watched a movie called Bread and Roses over my morning cereal. So, wow. It was about janitors in Los Angeles protesting the low pay/no benefit working conditions of non-union laborers, who are primarily illegal Mexican immigrants. V. v. disturbing in its realism, but excellently done.

On a more shallow note, Adrian Brody was also in it, playing a young college student-activist and looking hotter than anything that has previously been classified under the same adjective with a goatee, wearing a red shirt/jeans ensemble. Mildly distracting would be a gross understatement - I totally lost time watching the movie.

And then I slept. Not nearly enough, but there's a dent in the sleep debt paneling.

Day Thirty-One - Closing Ceremonies

Home again, and just in time. Day Thirty, and finally:



What can I say about this picture? I don't know where it's from, or when. It looks like TRL, fairly early-on, but that's as good as my estimate gets. But it's one of the most darling pictutes I've ever seen of him. He's sitting Indian style on the studio floor! He's pointing at the camera like he's prompting you to do something not even vaguely interesting but that will make the hordes of teenage girls who've become a fixture in their lives scream anyway. He looks a bit tired, or maybe uncomprehendingly accepting of everything swirling up around them like so much dust in a sandstorm. He looks too young to be on top of the world and knows it, can sense how ludicrous the whole phenomenon surrounding them is. Maybe he believes the hype, maybe he doesn't, but it ain't gonna keep him from sitting on the floor like any other seventeen-year-old. Love to you for having your head on straight, Lance.

Today we have a whole list of recommendations: stuff I didn't get to before, ones that others recced before I got to them, the stories that keep me firmly devoted to this fandom. Not yet having read everything (even some of the oft-mentioned "classics"), this is by no means meant to be an exhaustive list. But it's good stuff, and plenty of it.

( Commendation Where It's Due )

There are a few more I can't remember titles for. Lance putting Justin back together in New York after the solo thing fails. There are the ones I want to rec on general principle but that aren't really Lance-centric: For Love or Money, Easy Come Easy Go, Remember, Round and Round, the Many-Roomed Houses of Wood series. We have so many talented people in all fields within this fandom, and also some of the most generous and witty ones that it's an absolute joy to be here every day. Thanks, kids.