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The current music? Biggest-selling single of all time. You'll never have occasion to know that, and even more thankfully, you'll never be asked to explain it. Oh, the early 90s.

You don't want to hear about my life. Well, maybe you do, in which case: living in BFE sucks as hard as ever, my puppy is cute, my fingers have actually begun to bleed from all the writing yet I still have nothing in presentable form, the big field trip of the weekend will be to Wal-Mart to get film processed, and if I'm really feeling adventurous, there'll be a movie at the Regal on US-1. Someone stop this crazy whirlygig of fun, I'm dizzy.

stargems summed up the agony/ecstasy of the Paris/Nick saga here. I hope she really was listening to Pat Benatar when she wrote the entry, because that's so much beautiful perfection right there, it might be making me mist up. *sniffle* All that pretty blonde pop love! It really is tragic.

Best Week Ever, which by the way needs to come out on DVD at some point or I will throw tantrums on as many network executive doorsteps as it'll take, reports that Britters has finally come to her senses and signed a prenup. Not that I don't believe in her and Kev's twu vuw, but as I've told you before honey, popstar is an occupation that comes with neither job security nor a 401K. Thank me when you're forty and can still afford to have your coffee flown in from the left coast.

Quote of the Day:

"If Britney married Kevin with out a pre-nup, it would basically be a commitable offense. She might as well set up college funds for Kevin and Shar's kids now. But she doesn't need to give him half her money when six months from now she say, catches him sleeping with Wade or something."
- norabombay

Fell off my chair, people. It'd be just like him, no?

this music gets you high

Things that have made me cry in the past half hour: fuskeez's final Appreciation Post and Barack Obama's speech. It's possibly hormones, but they're recommended reading anyway.

( Since I didn't pay close enough attention in freshman-year Biology, an evolutionary question: )

On a personal note, while it's true that I've been writing and reading a lot in the way of Challenge recaps, I think the reason why it doesn't feel like I'm making any headway is because I don't want this event that feels too much like the last of its kind to be truly over. Some part of me doesn't want to make this weekend part of the historical record, because then it'll become just like anything else I've read about them together before coming into the fandom. I've had such fun, and the thing I've wanted most since entering the party so unfashionably late has happened, and it's not as if there aren't more plans in the works as I speak, but I don't want to go back to seeing them one at a time and definitely not doing the thing I love watching them do the most, and that's sing and dance together. As much as Justin the showman and JC the rockstar and Lance the philantropist and Joey the Broadway actor and Chris the vagabond punk have individually wowed and delighted me, it doesn't compare at all to the way my stomach clenched and my eyes filled with tears when they turned to the lot of us at the "barricades" to pose for group photos after the professionals had their turn on Friday afternoon. I love *NSYNC, I do, and what small slice of that this weekend afforded, I'm not ready to banish to a footnote.

( Although I think that bit of melodrama was spurned by several existential crises I've had over the course of today. )

[ /end irrational freakout ] Thank you and goodnight.