Bono said it better than I could.

Firstly, a very happy birthday to tallories, as lovely and lively a chica as you'll ever meet. *mwah* It was fantastic to huddle with you in SoCal and I can't wait until the next event, fandom or otherwise, throws us together again.

My work is posted under the Story, Headline, and Save columns of the office's Best of the Week board. *beams*

Housing situation deliberations continue. I think I'm giving up my home of two and a half years either way, whether it's moving in with Staci or finally shacking up with Miranda. I'm sick of the roommate situation and just really want to live with someone I like as opposed to merely tolerate.

Talked to my killjoy of a father this weekend, who reacted to my Alligator gig just as I'd predicted - "But why aren't you writing?" Fuck you, man, can you not discern the happiness in my tone? Can you not try to taint my success just once? But then, as noted, I know better than to hold out hope for that.

Not that I'd seriously wish such heathen things, but I was wondering what JC would look like with his hair cropped as short as Justin's has been recently. Ask and you shall receive - someone on the JJB just posted a manipulation. Verdict? Not bad. But I prefer his hair, which is luscious and gorgeous and so soft it makes me weep to not be able to touch.

Finally! Someone else who understands the sheer bizarre creepiness yet perverse hilarity of those new Quizno's commercials. I'd hoped they were a weird, Gainesville phenomenon, as our local businesses are known for their odd advertising, but alas, no. So.weird! They like the pepper bar! I have no words at all for those commercials. Synchronik does well, though.

Dude! fuskeez posted about a singing gig Lance is doing for a Mississippi scholarship fund in October, and I am so there in so many ways it's not even a question. Road trip!

Joss' post about the cancellation of Angel is totally heartbreaking. It's good to hear they planned to wrap up this season somehow, but sad to hear they won't get a chance to explore all the new territory they're laying the groundwork for. *sigh* Network television - I have a rant brewing about that, too.

I, like everone else, cried like a wee teenie girl at a boyband concert over the pictures from the gay marriages that took place in San Francisco over the weekend. Go here to see them for yourself.

This weekend's been a first in my checking LJ for real in over a week and a half. I've been a-skimmin' like a fool, but over the past two days I went back and actually read, caught up on all the pictures and media, commented here and there, squeed for some and groaned along with others. *hugs LJ* I've missed you. I've not even listened to any of JC's radio interviews, although they're lined up like dutiful little ducks on my desktop and believe me, they're next. That is if the generous ink_stain's copy of Sean Bean reading King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table doesn't get here first. Guh.

Jules: "I'm bitter that we have to go to school tomorrow. I think any day that closes banks should mean we don't have to go to school. What if I was feeling patriotic? What if I wanted to do something patriotic tomorrow?"

Staci: "Like watch TV all day! That's patriotic."

[ETA: May we never have another issue like tonight's. Holy good god. How did this stuff make it past the copy desk? I was night editing and about three thousand references to 'transgender' and 'GLBT' students were corrected at the very last second (for the record: 'transgendered' and 'LGBT' are the correct terms.) We won't even go into how many stories didn't end or the number of spelling errors or the egregious fact errors (the most illustrious of which being 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, not, in fact, 2,000). *scolds all the copy editors* I guess having Bloody Sunday in my head at Publix was somewhat prophetic.]

I don't care how you do it, just.

I've felt weird in the head from the moment I stepped into the office. Just, not quite here. I've been having intense daydreams all day, but apparently I've moved on to being rendered incapable of comprehending normal, directed-at-me speech. Not useful for my line of cross-office-shouting work.

Last night, I brought half-price Russel Stover heart-shaped box chocolates in to work and between that, the Leonardo's floating around and some microwaved popcorn in the midnight clutch, things were good. Tonight, nothing. I'm not hungry, I just have an oral fixation and no time to run down to the gas station for some gum or Starburst.

I lost a week. Like, literally. February 1st-8th are gone from my life, and I have no clue what happened, how, to whom, where, and what they resulted in, and worst of all, there's simply no way I can go through that kind of backlog if only because of LJ's limitations. It's the first time I've ever had to write off any missed LJ time as a wash. I'll go back and catch up on the pictures and media, but there's no feasible way to go back through everyone's journals individually, and this pains me more than you know. *hugs you all*

Maybe I am hungry after all. Someone order me a pizza?

"Commas are back in style."
-Kelly

Puppy! In! My! Office!

A stringer just brought her puppy into the office! She's this eager, playful thing who wants to sniff everything and meet everyone and lick it all. Beagle baby in my office! So.cute. All work ceased for about fifteen minutes as the office congregated on the newsroom floor to play with her. We took to each other immediately, which a wholly ignored Cameron took as occasion to "fire" me. *g*

Puppies, man.

*love*

I'm gone, gone, gone! and would like to donate those $200 to charity right here and now.

Because I won't need it where I'm going.

<- is loving this Lynncest piece like it's not writing my ticket to Hell with every passing word.

Erm, yes. In the middle of my office, and I.can't.stop.reading.