You bet your pointy ears I am.

I've said it before but my god, original Star Trek is the slashiest thing ever. Who do people threaten first to intimidate Kirk? Who is Kirk almost constantly having well within personal space conversations with? The Kirk/Spock, it is to love. But to be fair, most everyone onboard seems to flirt with Spock at least a little. Well, wouldn't you?

Notes to self, so it's right at the fingertips: The Holly and the Ivy, If You Are Prepared, Ephemeris, Consequences, A Nick In Time and Growing Pains, Clipped Wings, Dark Chocolate/White Chocolate. Not that I'll have time to read starting tomorrow.

Also, stop reading genius speculation on the rest of the series if you don't want to be splendiferously spoiled.

Oh, and contrary to all of the above, my heart belongs only to all that glitters.

And that's pretty much all I've got for now. Lord help you though if I remember to bring my camera to Miami tonight.

Fulfill the primary directive!

Though sadly, not even a whole afternoon of Trek could wash the taste of today, and it's so, so far from over. But it's mostly kind of high-end, ergo cut-tag.

( Woe is I - or you know, something. )

That was cleansing. And my puppy totally felt my pain when the National Weather Service interrupted the dramatic climax of the last Trek episode to inform me that the severe thunderstorm warning for my area was cancelled. They couldn't have run a banner along the bottom of the screen? Anyway, I was lying on the sofa but sat up and wailed at the injustice (because it's that kind of drama queeny day), at which she placed her paw on my knee and looked up at me with the most concerned expression a dog is capable of. Puppy!

In other news, at least I'm not this girl. *shudder*