Hell. Fucking. Yeah.

I'd just like to take this moment to give thanks to everyone involved in creating the wet dream of instant gratification junkies everywhere that is filesharing software, as well as the good people who manage to find and digitize even the rarest, most obscure media.

For by the fruits of their hard labor, there is now JC doing Mysterious Ways and Sugar Ray doing Mr. Bartender (It's So Easy) live driving me positively mad with happiness.

Ahem. If you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna go make some offerings before Bruce Almighty tonight.

Because he hasn't expressed the sex theme quite overtly enough yet.

So JC covered a Korn song. And turned rock metal slinky. There are simply no words for how much I love him, the rock star kitten! Can't you just see him recording it? With headbanging, his eyes closed, sweat on his brow flying as he tosses his hair grooving to the beat? Guh. He's just uniquely exquisite.

I did a really lot "" of reading last night and this afternoon. Epic Bassez (with a rock candy lollipop and set to its proper soundtracks, whee!), some AU Lambs, perfect TimberTrick, and a little Harry/Draco. I fell asleep over my laptop, which is always cute. Wrote some commentary, made little headway on the darkfic. Fantasized about JC the explorer getting lost in the jungle and coming upon young king Justin's tribe and Chris the shaman who speaks English but doesn't let on while showering. Not terribly eventful, but summer is blissfully idyllic like that.

Chasin' You Around by Sugar Ray is the happiest little song. At the show on Tuesday night, Mark McGrath was going on about how he was talking to his lead guitarist who wrote it saying, 'dude, who is this chick you wrote this about and why haven't I heard about her, she must've been amazing.' And he's all, 'yo, I wrote it about having to constantly run around the house after my two-year-old son.' Even though it was an all-ages crowd, we all sounded appreciative of the sentiment.

I bought their new CD (In the Pursuit of Leisure, plug plug plug!) en route to pick up Chinese food (which we have so much left over of that anyone who doesn't mind it second-day is welcome breakfast, lunch, and dinner tomorrow) and pleasantly enough, I found that my voice is sufficiently suited to his range. Not that it would've otherwise kept me from singing along.

I am embarrassed to say that I also bought my very first tabloid (graciously exempting US Weekly from the category). Checkout line, I look over at the magazine rack, and the Star's cover is splashed with the porniest picture of Britney ever, with the headline: EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW: BRITNEY! She tells all to Star - Boys! Booze! Betrayals! Breakups! The checkout lady had to rescan it three times before it would ring up properly. Yeah, I didn't feel entirely right about buying it, either.

Bruce Almighty blew as hard as everyone said it did. However, I managed to sneak my dinner into the theater and I like Jim Carrey and Jennifer Aniston, so it wasn't entirely a wash. Also, the Sprite Remix street team was stationed in the courtyard, handing out samples while a DJ wickedly remixed, and totally honest here, Mysterious Ways. The irony was not lost on me.

In other news, Ticketmaster.com sent me a reminder about Striptified on the 16th. *snerk* As if.