Distracted By Something Shiny

Well, I had bronchitis in December, so it’s no surprise that I churned out my entire word count in the last three days of the month. And, even medicated, that was no picnic. It’s either going to be the greatest PWP sexy times I have ever written or it is going to make absolutely no sense whatsoever. We shall see. Still though, I am happy to have put out any words at all these last few months. Plus, for the record, I worked really hard on The Nephew’s art project this month, even though that didn’t get finished either. Oh well, I still hit my mark!

Here is my approximate word count for the month.

December, 2013
Week One: 0 words.
Week Two: 0 words.
Week Three: 0 words.
Week Four: 0 words.
Week Four & 1/2: 4,050 words of Jeff/Jensen PWP.

4,050 words written in December!

( Fics posted in December, 2012. )

And that, ladies and gents, rounds out 2013! Time to go add up my grand total!

So, a few weeks back The BFF and I found this great coney place we had never tried before. It was kind of funny though, because that week we had spent at least three hours on the phone talking to each other and then two more hours that afternoon when she came down and then two more hours at dinner and we never ran out of things to say. It’s pretty awesome actually. I swear, we spent most of that time talking about Jensen & Misha and their stupid faces and how they ruin everything! Fuck those guys and their beautiful awesomeness.

Which leads me to this story, where I spent all of therapy on Tuesday talking to C and then called her on Wednesday to tell her something else. And C went into work the next day and told K, “I was so excited to see a message from her on my phone. I haven’t gotten one in so long,” and K goes, dead-serious, “Wait…didn’t you girls just see each other on Tuesday?” and C yells at him, “We had more things to say, okay?!”

Anyways, my sister was out of town this weekend and The BFF and I spent Friday at our coney place and then catching up on Arrow - (OMG, “But I love him! He’s my man!” is the greatest Arrow moment EVER!) - and getting really silly up in here. Saturday we went to see Star Trek and then got subs and came back home to watch some Bob’s Burgers - (Kristen Schaal was perfectly cast as Louise, right?) - and then watch Thor again, mostly for Agent Coulson reasons. Today we spent the afternoon dinking around on our devices and watching some “You Live In What?” and then Deathly Hallows.

On the Star Trek front….AWESOME. It gave me everything I wanted from that movie. The action, the humor - (the best being all the Kirk/Spock/Uhura stuff) - the emotional moments which felt more poignant this time around but I mainly think it was just different kinds of emotional moments. ( Major Spoilers. ) Plus, Kirk in this movie can literally be paired with anyone; Kirk/Bones, Kirk/Spock, Kirk/Spock/Uhura, Kirk/Carol, Kirk/Bones/Carol, Kirk/John Harrison, Kirk/Entire Starfleet Academy, but that last one’s a given.

My final thoughts on Star Trek are this: I was never that into the original series, but I remember at a very young age really liking Scotty the best. I don’t know what my exact feelings were towards him and I certainly was too young to have words to put to that feeling, but it was mostly just, “That’s my favorite guy!!”. Now, as an adult, with all the words at my disposal, I still look at Scotty and say, “That’s my favorite guy!!”.

I want to talk about "Scrubs". More specifically, The Todd.

So, over the last several months, my household has been doing a rewatch of Scrubs. This is one of those shows that we have seen the majority of episodes through reruns...so like all out of order. So now we are watching them in order.

Now anyone who has spent anytime here at my journal is not the least bit surprised that The Todd is my man - (he is my type, after all). In fact, whenever he does anything especially Todd-like, I like to pump my fist in the air and declare, "That's my man," to which someone in the room usually responds, "Not something to be proud of." (Even though, of course, they all love him too).

The more we watch of Scrubs, the more like The Todd I seem to become (which is saying something, since I am already at least halfway there).

( Let me give you some examples. )

Also, when I went looking for pics of The Todd, I found a series of images of him totally naked with a doctor's clipboard covering his "area". I'll say it again, that's my man.



That's My Man High-Five!

I am appalled at how few The Todd icons there are out there. I found like three and none of him giving a 'high-five'. However, a not-really-surprising number of places I looked at Scrubs icons, also had Jensen Ackles icons. Including some really pretty ones here,, if you want to take a look.

I keep having dreams about The Todd, but they are really in-depth dreams, with plots and everything - so I'll have to save those for a different day.

So, The BFF and I are sitting in the living room the other day, both working up the energy to get up and do something productive - when I suddenly say, "Oh, by the way, I finished the porn."

The BFF is halfway up to standing when she suddenly pauses and blinks at me. I can't even aptly describe the look on her face. I instantly got what that sounded like and I said, "No, I meant the porn that I was writing - not all the porn in the whole world. Not like I watched all the porn on the internets."

The BFF is still just blinking at me.

"I finished the pwp fic I was working on."

"That's good, because I was about to ask what you planned to do with yourself next."

I just grinned like a loon because it makes me happy that someone just gets me like that.

( Click for PWP writing talk, what I did yesterday and what I thought of Shark Night 3D... )

Now I am feeling kind of crappy though - too much junk food the last couple of days maybe. Ugh. I'm going to attempt another hour on the internet before I give up and crawl into bed for more video games and Firefly (last night was Jaynestown, you guys - my hero of Canton, the man I call Jayne!)

The weather here has evened out at about 50 - 60 degrees, depending on if the sun is out. Not horrible, but since we have had blizzards before in May, I'm not going to say it's over. Nevertheless, I went outside without a coat today. Yay that!

I saw my hip doctor last week. Everything is good!! The hip replacements aren’t loose or worn down yet. No surgery for awhile. They want to see me back in 2 years. I can go back to therapy. This means I will be in shape just in time to start wearing tank tops again. It may be vain, but I don’t care, my arms looked good last summer. Plus, since I converted half of the PT aides into watching Supernatural, at least the conversation won't suck. And I have my new Ipod to use. Not really excited about therapy, but I feel like I have grown as a person that I can even be not bashing my head against a wall at the prospect of it. Of course, my new found love of watching Deadwood may have turned my language more colorful than usual, and thus made me fit to never leave the house again, so therapy will be an interesting experiment in social interactions.

( Now a Better Late Than Never Update... )

Also, I am reading a book that I would like to talk about at some point, and I am about ready to start serial killing the neighbor children and summer vacation hasn’t even started yet.

Guess I’ll get to those in a different post.

That is all.

So, we just watched the best movie ever.

And by best, I mean I shit my pants.

Number of times I seriously considered throwing up during this movie = 5.

Not because it was gruesome and bloody per-say, but mostly because my stomach was so twisted into knots with anxiety.

Oh. Right. "What movie?" you ask.

Frozen. ( This is a cut for space, not for spoilers! )

Also, we watched it through our Streaming Live of Netflix through the Tivo!!! Oh my, Tivo, I love you. I also spent two hours loading our Season Pass Manager and our wish list - (I added Mark Salling, in case he ever, idk, goes on Jimmy Fallon and sings and plays the guitar with Jimmy, who is a huge Glee dork btw. I mean, if I were Glee PR, I would totally do that...so it could happen.)

In other news, I am having an icon dilemma.

( Icons are so shiny - and you know how I get distracted by shiny things. )

In Sum: The cable guy asked me today if my sister's cat "Pippin" was named after Scottie Pippen. I said, "Um, no, like Pippin from the Lord of the Rings" and he burst out laughing and said, "Oh my god, you should see your face. You're all like, no, who the hell is Scottie Pippen?"

In Sum #2: Jensen would make an adorable frog.

Edited - so that I'm perfectly clear: Frozen is a gruesome, bloody movie, but that's not why I found it so terrifying. Just FYI though, don't eat during it.

So I just watched this week's episode of Hellcats.

Law Teacher tells Chick (no, I don't know their names yet), who is a pre-law student (I know, liptonrm, I know) that he has a secret case for her to look into and that's how she can prove herself to him.

The case file in question - Kobayashi vs Tennessee.

And I say to the TV, "What?! Like the fake ship in Star Trek?"

Sadly, the TV doesn't answer me.

And I'm all,"What? Are the writers of this show a bunch of Star Trek geeks?"

Still, the TV doesn't answer me.

I guess I'll spoiler cut this, in case you are really dedicated about your Hellcats non-spoilery-ing. ( Otherwise, continue on with the Star Trek ridiculousness. )

But despite my above crazy rant about Capt. Kirk, I'm enjoying Hellcats more than I thought I would. I figured by now I would have given up on the plot and just be watching the cheers and shit. But I find I actually want to watch it like the day after it airs. That's a pretty quick turn-around for me.

So, in sum, still enjoying Hellcats - but Chick and Classmate are NOT James Tiberius Kirk.

And at the very end of the episode, Jensen Ackles' voice came on and reminded me not to forget to watch the premiere of Supenatural on Friday.

And I said, "Okay, okay, Jensen. I won't forget," because that's just how I roll. <--how I roll = speaking to Jensen Ackles through my television in a really high-pitched squeaky voice that I can't seem to control.

Cuz that's how I roll.