All the real fun is had around this hour of the day around here.

Good god! Someone with webspace or who can point me to some! The world needs to hear JC singing Two Princes! It's among the most darling of the darlingest things ever ever ever! Otherwise, and I mean this sincerely kids, interested parties just hit me up on AIM: MoonBrat42. I have a good connection and it's not terribly big since it's from the MMC. But eeee!

Very interesting:

( Compatibility Test Results )

Moreso for who's not on the list. That my newest friend, mirareeves, should be so high on it surprises me none - she, too, shares my singular preoccupation with the twins.

Speaking of whom, I found a new community today. Doubled my picture cache of them over the course of the afternoon, yes I did.

Hm. I may not have done much else productive today. Though it seems as though I've allowed myself to get sucked into the JC Month craziness. Hm. Shall see how that goes. Definitely pictures in any event.

And a little bit of a GIP, because as JC pays his respects to Duran Duran, so do I.

Day Two

I don't think I believed this picture was unmanipped when I first saw it. Just, wow, you know? Interesting thing though, as a friend and I discussed last night, is that while you'd think that there wouldn't be anything gayer than an interior-decorating, flower embroidery-championing, capri-wearing, feathered hair-sporting boyband member, JC gives off a strangely convincing straight man vibe. *shrug* Personally, it's all good, especially whatever makes and keeps the boy as sunny and happy as he is.

For You by Sandy Keene

They stopped at a bar when the wind began to rage and JC got too cold. Lance balanced his chair on two legs in a room no bigger than a breadbox and watched JC study his bottle of beer like he thought he could divine the secrets of the world from it if he just stared hard enough.

A surprisingly short tale of a surprisingly long time, wherein things not so surprising happen. Set to Ivy's Edge of the Ocean, it's blissful magic. I love how the beautiful things in this story begin in this kind of dingy, dismal setting.