In short, not spectacular. But fun!

Stupid stupid stupid for not thinking to tape the entertainment news shows tonight. But then, I don't seem to have a brain in general today, messing up code I've been doing half-asleep for a year now.

So, the new issue of Rolling Stone with the article on the Twins? Good lord! They are simply too darling for words. "He's worrying about how other people think of me, too." Adrian, you punky boy. Funny thing, they are *entirely* the way I had them in my head as I was writing fic Saturday morning.

Met up with Miranda after my whirlwind shopping venture, which resulted in four Old Navy tanktops (two of them with Rugby-style stripes! Horizontal stripes that don't hate on my boobs! Whoot!) We sat amidst various sci-fi and industry magazines, reading funny Interview articles out loud and oohing about the Matrix action figures advertised in Dreamwatch. Even the busts are well-done! US Weekly continues to walk the fine line between The Enquirer and Weekly World News.

Oh, and mimesere - You totally called it, baby. The Twins are in fact ghosts, or they are as far as the FX production and design team are concerned. I believe the gentleman interviewed called them "Impressionistic." Hee. Still don't see the logic whereby they are corporeal by default, but so it goes. Foils no plan of mine. Well, maybe kinks a more interesting idea I had the other day, but not the current universe.

Got home to post Day Two on time! So, so sucked in. Why do I even pretend I'm not a whore for these boys?

Made a date with the aforementioned (Miranda, not the boys) to drive the hour it takes to get to South Miami for the June 20th IMAX showing of The Matrix Reloaded. Duuuude. That's gonna rock like a rockin' thing.

Today's side-by-side then-and-now pictorials of Justin and Christina have been fun. My how they've grown! It's interesting for me because I'm not old enough to have really seen people change, grow, accomplish things, and reminisce about the long ago time. Still a little impossible to see myself as an adult, even as next year I'm technically a senior in college (only third year, it's merely a credits thing).

( Craig 'Haldir' Parker and Mark 'Gil-Galad' Ferguson crack my shit up from RingCon )

Dude. Conquered both JuC and Michael Rosenbaum mah jonggs on second try. This says something about my gaming skillz. But then, I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing.

Quote of the Day:
(with thanks to the original transcriber, can't seem to find who just now)

Blender: There are a lot of excellent tours this summer. What's going to be special about yours?

Justin: OK, I'll give you my fifteen-second billboard: We have something for guys and something for girls. My part of the show is crazy. It's nuts. That's why you should come out and see it.

B: Crazy?

J: Yeah. It's going to be banoodles - bananas and noodles all in one.

Day Three

With every screenshot, every snippet of anecdote, every gushing mention, I grow more and more convinced that the Making of Pop is the Holy Grail of *NSYNC media. This picture makes me delirious with giddy amusement. Cutest boy ever.

And then there's fic like this about him. So that spectrum analysis I did on Lance? Might have to amend it to reflect the gap between Kitten!JC and Wanton!JC.

Fuckette by Calico

Joey woke up with someone groping him, which was all great except he hadn't gone to sleep next to someone inclined to give him a quick feel, let alone a long, thoughtful exploration of his thigh. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd gone to sleep alone.

Heh. You have no idea, baby. I am unabashedly fond of this story. Had no fucking *clue* what I was walking into, either, so it hit me that much harder. Have I mentioned really, really having a thing for the want/take/have philosophy of life? Because, yes.