I made a frittata and it is so good. *makes slurping noises* Note that is not something that happens very often in my cooking. I might put up the recipe, even, since it involved a creative addition to the recipe-book and is all the more delicious for it. Seriously, this never happens when I cook. I continue to be amazed.

Also, the government is making unhappy noises about alcohol consumption in the UK. Excessive drinking is, of course, a very bad thing, and I've had many thoughts on how this cultural trend might be changed (Stop serving "big" glasses of wine in restaurants! Stop selling wine under five pounds, or beer for 3 for 2 in shops! Ban Lambrini!), but mostly the sight of endless bottles of red wine on my telly has made me, um, have some wine. Am having Mediterranean food, tis clearly a Special Occasion. Well, tasty food that I actually cooked is a very special occasion.

So, how was your day? Tell me of tasty food- or drummer-related thoughts that you've had!

Rock drummers are top athletes

*smirks*

Indeed, let us discuss the stamina of drummers in more detail. Preferably with illustrative porn.

Russia To Criminalize Emo?

Seriously? Clearly My Chemical Romance is the most dangerous band in the world.

1. How do you find out how many installments one start up disk of MS Word has made? Is there a way to find out in your computer or in the cd?

2. This is sort of embarrassing, but I'm going to go with "I have a Mac and these things don't usually happen to me" - how do you get rid of a pop-up that doesn't have the turn off buttons on the top and only has a "yes, I want your file" button in it?

I can haz a laptop! *cuddles it ferociously* It has a new hard disk and they were able to recover most of my files (All, in fact, except for all the files on my thesis. Let me tell you how happy I am that this didn't happen three weeks ago.).

So, what have I missed? Did the internet explode? Did fandom get wanked? Has Pete Wentz/Ryan Ross/Gerard Way done something exciting and outrageous? Is there porn? Please lead me to the porn, people. I have been deprived.

i. My hard drive is fucked, but the nice people at the Mac centre tell me that it's easy to fix and falls under my warranty, so hopefully, I shall soon hold My Precious un my arms again(Yes, that is the name of my laptop, like you don't think of yours on similar terms).

ii. Fall Out Boy is playing UK tours, apparently - are they worth seeing live? I tend to cringe any time Pete opens his mouth (it's the I'm So Bad At Acting I Can't Play Myself -thing), but on the other hand, Patrick. *ponders* I'm thinking the London gig, possibly.

iii. I have realised that without my laptop, there is no reason to get out of bed in the morning. *sadpouts*

My computer is not functioning at all at the moment, so I won't be able to spend much time online until that gets fixed. Don't break the internet while I'm gone! I'll see if I can get some Brendolina written while I wait for the nice mac people to heal my precious.

In the past month, my computer (Macbook 2007) has been making sharp buzzing noises. Today, it's been beeping, sort of chimes with a click in the end. I find this most distressing. I've been looking up the apple website but it's not been very useful, so I figured I'd ask you lot - has anyone else had similar problems? Know someone who has? Do you know of a good troubleshooting website?

*wibbles*

Hello all, hope you have been well-behaved and pornish in my absence! I went to London and saw Panic, and it was all rather delightful. Whilst there, I realised a few things.

* I really hate teenagers. And other people in general, but particularly teenagers. On several occasions, I was forced to display my hatred of teenagers with my elbows, which was somewhat satisfying, but still. So much hate. Grrr.

* Ryan Ross is even more inherently hilarious than I had previously thought. We were standing on the right side of the stage, in front of Jon Walker (maybe 10 meters from the stage), and about half way through the set, Jon and Ryan changed places for a bit. They were playing Folkin Around and Ryan was playing the tambourine, but then he started waving to the audience in a hello-there-right-side-of-the-stage-haven't-met-you-yet sort of way, doing a kind of Queen-like wave, and he forgot to play his tambourine. Cause he was waving and smiling like a happy little cowpoke. It was both hilarious and sweet, which, I suppose, sums up Ryan Ross. At the end of the last song (Mad As Rabbits) he climbed on Spencer's drumkit a la Frank Iero, and was very decorous about climbing off. Not very rockstar, but bless.

I have also successfully recruited my friend _emeraldgreen into bandom, mostly by showing her pictures of Panic making funny faces. She has now adopted Ryan Ross as her style icon, and is looking forward to reading more fic, so if you see her friending you, this will be why. She is well-behaved and lovely, I promise, and very keen on boys frolicking about and wearing sparkly things.

I'm compiling a reclist for her, and I'd be grateful for some help. I'm thinking of fics that are particularly character-based, since characterisation in this fandom is based to a large extent on other fics. I've got arsenicjade's A Quickest Way To Ruin A Friendship" as an All You Need To Know About Ryan Ross And His Angst-fic, but what would be good introductions to other characters? Particularly Panic, but FOB and MCR as well. Other Ryan-centric stories would also be welcome. Preferably not AU at this stage, although I do have her reading the Slavefic already (as that was one of the major inducements in getting her into bandom).

But yes, any stories that you would recommend as particularly good introductions to various characters and/or pairings would be most welcome. Please help!

Off to see panic in London! Come say hello if you're there - I'll be the girl with the extremely cool green dragon tattoo. And, um, green trousers, shoes, shirt, jacket and bra. *is totally subtle about favourite colour*

Slavefic!

emilyray and ignipes have finally started posting their epic hurt/comfort, everyone-needs-cuddles, Ryan-is-a-bedslave-lol, gsf-and everything-else story! The prologue and the first chapter have been posted, so go read and pine for more! Please note warnings - there is character death and violence (non-graphic) rape.

I aten't dead yet!

I have, however, spent most of the past four days sleeping. Considering that the two weeks previous to my handing in, I slept about four hours a night and not at all on the last night, this is not unreasonable. It is still annoying, though, to have all this new-found freedom and want to do nothing but nap.

Anyway, I am mostly rested now. Some of you (yes, harriet_vane, I mean you) will be pleased to know that I have began plotting more of Brendolina. It will be a few weeks before anything is posted, but things are afoot, at least.

I have also acquired a new tattoo. It's a green dragon and it's on my belly and I love it a lot, even though it is red and achy at the moment. There will be pictures at some point, or, as soon as I can find someone to take pictures of me without my clothes on. Not as easy as you might think. It took about 40 min to do and after the first few minutes, didn't really hurt - I was surprised to discover that it hurt less than my other two. *is totally hardcore*

I have many posts planned, including but not limited to: Tattoos and the Female Body, My Thoughts on Ryan Ross (and okay, my thoughts on Ryan Ross are mostly "ahahahahaaa", but there is other stuff as well), Review of Franz Ferdinand Concert (Or, a Blazon to the Beauty of Alex Kapranos), Review of The Black Parade Is Dead! (which is mainly me grinning besottedly at the screen and making the occasional cooing noise), but for now, I would like to ask for fic prompts. I'm aware that most of you, if not all of you, are here because of porn, and I'm also aware that I have been a most disappointing pornographer for the past year. So leave a prompt and I'll see if I can make it up to you. Any fandom! HP, SGA, Torchwood, bandom - I'll even try to write Americans if that's your pleasure.

Porn?

ETA to previous post. Since then I have:

* Bought my first bottle of wine in seven months. Got carded whilst buying said bottle. Fondled the bottle lasciviously in a public place, thus making my friends go "oh it's nice to have the wine-loving wildestranger back again. All is right in the world."

* Tasted wine. It was rose. I had quite a lot of it. Two bottles between three people? I mostly made cooing noises at my wine glass and telling it very earnestly that I would never leave it again.

* Bought The Black Parade Is Dead!. For those of you who can only acquire it tomorrow, I'd just like to say: neener neener neener. I can has a Gerard.

* Had to explain to a non-believer why Gerard Way Saves Lives, OK? Just so that they will understand when I get that on a t-shirt.

In the last 30 hours I have:

* Seen Franz Ferdinand, and come to the conclusion that Alex Kapranos is the most beautiful man in the world, despite the existence of Frank Iero. He was wearing an open-neck t-shirt and I couldn't stop staring at his arms and neck and jaw and fingers and guitarporn. Also, blowjob lips. Brendon Urie and Patrick Stump ain't got nothing on him.

* Finished my thesis. *waves pompoms feebly*

* Had three panic attacks, when this morning I discovered that my university privileges had expired which meant I couldn't do things like check references and PRINT OUT THE DARN THING. Then the departmental computers weren't working. Luckily, I have a captain_stem who helped me through the crisis.

* Written acknowledgements under the influence of Dalek Caan. There was talk of wine, multi-coloured socks and disregarding heteronormativity. Also, I thanked the internet, that is, you lot. *hugs flist* Couldn't have done it without you. Seriously, there's a line about all my friends around the world who have provided me with wine and Gerard music and porn fiction. Also, and only some of you will get this, but I dedicated it to George. *g*

* Not slept.


*blinks wearily at the world* Okay, then. Where's the porn?

Whoop! ( cut for spoilers )

Four days to go and I'm dreaming of footnotes and winebottles. Oh, what could make it better? What else but random groping in the dark!

A Dark Room Orgy! Which means you can go do naughty things to me here. Come and join the fun!

In preparation of my upcoming Panic concert (and Franz Ferdinand, and Cobra Starship, yay!), I've been thinking of having more exciting t-shirts printed. The possibilities, they are endless, for my mind, it is warped. Hence, a poll. :)

What t-shirt should I get done next? And wear to a Panic show?

Behind the slash = on the back.

Poll #1207955
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What should my t-shirt say?

Panic at the Disco playing more UK shows, buy tickets here

I'm going to London one, yay. *flaps hands feebly in celebration* I may have only had three hours of sleep last night. The things one does for Spencer Smith.

I was wondering, as you do, about People Outside Fandom (whom I know exist, but try to avoid), and their perception of fannish devotion. Or actually, I noticed my old Gary Oldman poster of "Have you seen this wizard?", and started thinking about whether, for people outside fannish circles, that would be more embarrassing than the poster of Gerard Way which I currently have on my wall. Note that I personally have no shame about either of them.

But considering that Harry Potter is a children's book, and that My Chem is seen as an emo band for silly teenage girls, which would be more embarrassing to find on the wall of a 29-year-old woman? How would our culture read the fact that I've had such posters - what would it say about me to those who are outside the fannish subculture?

Yes, I'm trying to avoid doing my thesis, how did you guess? ;)

Poll #1206019
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Which is more embarrassing, a poster of Sirius Black or a poster of Gerard Way?