and I'll remember the way that you changed me

Booked my ticket to Paris today. Leaving the 24th of May, which gets me there two days before the program officially starts, over which my mother had a minor freakout because I'd be having to find lodging and take care of myself for two whole days alone in the city. Forgetting that I'll be traipsing around Europe solo for two weeks afterward. *shakes head*

walkingshadow and I had a brief brush with communication today, but alas I was on the phone with a travel agent at the time. Mirandaaa! You are taking me out in style this weekend to celebrate your lot in the five o'clock world, right?

hammerhead22 asked a very interesting question in her LJ about what fic you'll always carry with you. If I thought long and hard and stressed and agonized, I could give you one. Instead, I choose sanity, and give you one from each of my fandoms:

( The X-Files )

( Smallville )

( *Nslash )

saturn92103 beat me to mentioning it, but the utterly tepid Eric Bana managed to endear himself in the span of a single 30-second impression of Orlando Bloom last night on Leno. Bwah!

I've been craving chocolate and guzzling water nonstop for the past three days. One could have far less fortunate portends.

Quote of the Day:

For some reason, Chris was taking this whole thing hardest. Like somehow two years of a junior college and a lifetime of learning to live on gut instinct should have overridden Chris’s iron desire to keep his family safe and fed by doing what he loved.
-from an untitled ficlet by hederahelix

This, for me, is the closest anyone's come to pinpointing why Chris took the lawsuit the hardest. It wasn't because he's the oldest and should've been looking out for them, it wasn't that he should've known a man he trusted to make his dream come true would screw him over on the bottom line. It was that, right there, that he had just enough of an education to think he should've known it was fishy when he read the deal and had just enough incentive to throw a lifetime of caution-conditioning to the wind when a man came along and offered to unburden him of all the things he's carried around since he was old enough to understand them. *hugs Chris tight*

I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me

I'm in the market for a digital camera, something convenient-sized (read: able to sneak it into concerts), with at least three megapixel resolution, preferably with the ability to take video as well. Internal autofocus would be fab, as well as not having to hold down the exposure button for three centuries to take a picture, as I seem to do a fair bit of flash-action photography. Anyone have recs besides Canon's PowerShot?

So on Tuesday, we had the fake video, and now there's some sort of fandom-wide mystery kerfuffle that not even the Board of Doom has the 411 on? Y'all, summer's just begun, but glad to see we're all on the ball here.

Mail call! For all my hour and a half drives to civilization and the same back again, Sean Bean reading King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table! ghrfsdkbfakbff! *snogs ink_stain* And big hugs to roncha78 - you don't know how happy that picture from the hotel room in Boston made me (additionally, if any of you ladies also in the picture - Liz, Rhys, A, Schiz - don't have a copy, I'd be happy to scan it.) Must.get.frames. Also, send out those packages that have been ready since before you left school, lazy.

Off to lunch, finish the second night of Sunset, and figure out this new webspace so the picspamming can begin.