Perfectly Imperfect

HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU KNEW YOU NEEDED TO BE WORKING ON MULTIPLE COMMENT FICS, CHARITY FICS, AND BIG BANGS IN ADDITION TO SCOURING THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR JOB OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED AND YOUR SAVINGS FOR COLLEGE IS OFFICIALLY EMPTY, BUT INSTEAD YOU SPEND IT READING FIC ABOUT HOW GOD IS A DUCK, EATING CHOCOLATE, DAYDREAMING ABOUT A FIC THAT WILL NEVER BE WRITTEN BECAUSE THE OC IN YOUR HEAD IS THE QUEEN OF THE MARY SUES, FEELING TOO HERMITY AND ANTISOCIAL TO ANSWER COMMENTS, AND LISTENING TO CRACKY SONGS?

Dear asshole,

In case you didn't notice, we're in a library. Now, I know that this is an amazing place and you want to let everyone know you're here-dayum, guys, look at all those books-but there are specific places in the library set aside for you to talk on your cellphone. The table right behind mine? Yeah, it's not one of them. I wouldn't mind so much if you were speaking quietly or even in a normal tone, but you're one of those people who clearly labors under the misapprehension that you need to yell to be heard. I don't even have Windows 7, so you can imagine I have absolutely no desire to listen to you explaining how to use it less than three feet away from me.

Dear librarian,

Seriously. This guy is about ten feet away from you. There's no way in hell you can't hear him. You yelled at me once for answering my phone in the stairwell as I was on my way out the building. How is he not getting ripped a new one?

Dear self,

-We really want to be a librarian? Is it too late to reconsider?

-Shut up. We want to be a music librarian. If things go as planned, there's a decent chance we'll end up never working in a booky library, but instead be buried in lovely, lonely archives doing researchy things and occasionally fetching things for musicologists and professors and maybe the occasional student. Eyes on the goal, honey. Eyes on the goal.

ETA: God damn it, library. How are you so fucking loud today? 

It's looking like I'm going to miss another daily drabble update today. I'd feel more guilty about it if I'd gotten more than four hours of sleep last night and didn't feel like I was about to keel over at any moment. Anyway, there's no fic, but I'm going to post a conversation between topetine and myself discussing the fic that I should have posted today. Yes, this is the sort of stuff we talk about when we're alone together on gchat. I'd like to point out that math has never been my strong suit and I tend to forget everything about it as soon as possible.

WARNING: This conversation is Very Much NSFW. Also? It's probably not nearly as funny to people who aren't us.

( topetine: Would you hate me if I prompted you "lassiter/conforth kinkysexin (cuffs, ties, the baton...) either past or present?" )

evraealtana wrote a fic for me. It is truly the finest caliber of literature. Once you have read it, all other stories will be like dirt beneath your feet. Do you smell that? That is the smell of sheer brilliance. Read this fic. You know you want to.

Everything that is good in the world is behind this link.

I have three Halloween costume ideas that I'm tossing around in my head right now, but I'm having trouble deciding.

1. Velma from Scooby Doo

2. Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds

3. Alex de Large from A Clockwork Orange

Any thoughts?

topetine made me a new icon.  Not only that, but she's offered to make individual Team Ethan/Team Derek icons with their pictures on them. Next time you wonder why I love her and not you, remember this and you'll have your answer. ^.^

Speaking of The Way You Lie, part three is officially up. Just in case you missed it. Took forever, but it's over a thousand words longer than either of the other parts, so maybe that'll help make up for it a little. Maybe? A teeny, tiny bit? Come on, guys, don't be that way. You know you want to read it and tell me how amazing I am.

I feel like I'm walking a very thin line with Ethan. I want him to be someone who's very loyal and protective of the select few he decides are worth it, but at the same time I want to avoid turning him into the cliched 'badass with a heart of gold'. Because 95% of the time, he is an ass who doesn't really give a shit about the people around him and will actually go out of his way to annoy/hurt them if they do something that pisses him off. On the one hand, I love writing him because he had so little screen time and I can basically write him any way I want and be right. On the other hand, he had so little screen time that I can basically write him any way I want and be right, so he's very nearly an original character, which is dangerous/scary territory in fanfiction.

In other news, it's FALL! Which means the season of eating has officially started. Hurray! I love food. I love food more than is healthy, which is why my hips are wide and my stomach is squishy. In light of the cooling weather, I decided to share a few of my favorite recipes-some old, some new-which make for perfect comfort food. These are pretty much the recipes as I have them written down-with the exception of the coconut soup, which I'll explain when I get there-but it's worth noting that I tend to use recipes more as a guide than anything else. I like to fiddle with them as I go, so the recipes below aren't exactly the same as what I'd do in my own kitchen.

( Pumpkin Bread )

( Apple Bread )

( Coconut and Tofu Thai Soup )

( Coffee Brownies )

I think that's it for today! Now off to practice for my conducting midterm. Hurray for classes I'm required to take even though I hope to never conduct a day of my professional life!

So sleepy. Promise I'll respond to comments on the last part of Hot Like Mexico later, but I doubt they'd be coherent right how. Lalala.

1. I had a great idea for an original short story about a couple caught in a horrible, codependent, abusive relationship but refusing to admit it's unhealthy or that anything's wrong because they're 'in love'. Very high tension, lots of explosive sequences, sociopathic tendencies, general feelings of unease and borderline squickiness. Then I realized that Stephenie Meyer stole my idea and lamed it up with glittery vampires and emo kids, so that put an end to that. Sad day.

2. I think I would flip out with happiness if I ever found out that people were reccing my fics. Seriously, there would probably be major flailing and high pitched noises going on. Liking something so much that you actively want other people to read it is just about the highest compliment I can think of.

3. I need to start sleeping more than a handful of hours a night.

4. Had my Sociology of Gender class tonight. Ended up talking about sexism in Star Trek(why all the tight and short?), how much T'Pau kicked ass, and our general adoration of Leonard Nimoy with my presentation group. We also had a loud, indignant conversation about the fact that most of the world's bras are designed by men. What the fuck is up with that? Also, picture of Leonard Nimoy as a hot young thing.

My Ethics teacher is kind of dreamy. He talks with his hands-which are nice like whoa-and tells bad punny jokes and has these amazing dimples. Thank you, Dr. Eye Candy, for giving me motivation to go to class.

Have you read these? You need to read these. I can't even articulate how much you need to read these. They're so incredibly bad that they're genius. It's like if Babelfish took LSD and wrote porn. Go ahead. Click the links. You know you want to.

http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/01/fan_fiction_friday_wolverine_cyclops_and_jean_grey.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/01/fan_fiction_friday_batman_and_robocop_in_the_day_t.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/04/fan_fiction_friday_inspector_gadget_and_superman_i.php
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/06/fan_fiction_friday_optimus_prime_and_princess_leia.php