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1. You might be here for one of three reasons: My LDS Sparkledammerung series of posts, because you follow my website Hey, Don't Judge Me, or you're a spambot from Russia and you want me to buy your penis cream.
2. I am not currently in the market for Penis Cream, but thank you for thinking of me! I'm a lady, so I have no need for that stuff.
3. I'm a Master Gardener, and used to have loads of time to answer questions. I don't really anymore, but this is a helpful list of gardening tips/landscape info for you. :) Leave me a question here, and I'll do my best to answer it for you!
4. Even though we get really chatty here, try and remember that this is actually one person's journal (mine) and unless I ask for you to go off on all the reasons you hate everything I love, you should probably just...go ahead and not do that.
5. Because it's really chatty around here, feel free to strike up convos when inspired. Lurk, comment, come, go, add me or remove me, I won't mind. It's just the internet.
6. But just because it's the internet, you don't get to be a dick. I live by a strong "Don't be a dick" policy. Manners are free; there's no excuse to not have any.
7. I have a family, run a growing business, act, and write. I don't always have time to comment. It's not meant to be mean, sometimes I just lose track of time. I will ALWAYS thank you for reading any fiction I post, because that means a lot to me.
8. I forgot what 8 was for.
9. Isn't my Spock mood icon awesome? bonus points if you know why. Alas, I will not share it, so...sorry?
10. I love nachos. And tequila. And really stinky cheeses. And red wine, but I'm a bit of a snob about it. But I always share.

Welp. That's that.

That's going to be a hard-no on the agreement. I'm migrating to Dreamwidth, Stoney321, but I doubt I'll update much, just as I do currently.

However, I'm very active on Twitter and Tumblr, @Stoneyboboney in both places, and my pro-author Tumblr is @itslaurastone.

If you'd like to stay in touch, that's how.

I'll be purg1ng this journal shortly. Typo on purpose in case they jump the gun on folks like me mentioning this.


Back from a quick and mostly unplanned trip to DC for the girls' Spring Break. The Mr. threw it all together and sprung it on us last minute. It was a really good time, but wow, did we pack in the days. Walked miles and miles all over the city, the museums, back at National Harbor where we stayed. I love that my teens still enjoy museums.

It was focused on the girls and filling their noggins with information/history and eating where the Mr. made reservations. Allow me to highly recommend Bond 45, if only for the lamb ragout with freshly made gnocchi, pillowy soft and flavorful. That sauce was the type to lick the bowl clean, let me tell you. Their lasagne was ridiculously good, as were the scallops. (Uh, skip the Red Velvet cake. Disappointing.)

The weather took a turn for the worse (as y'all on the east coast well know) and we had delay after delay trying to get out of DC, took a side trip to Alabama just to get home, and finally made it back late last night, where I kissed the animals and fell into bed. And I'm the genius who scheduled a mammogram this morning, almost forgot, got there two minutes late, and had the pleasure of a mammogram. (Ha. They suck. They're important, but they suck.)

Refilled the house with food, laundry sorted and started, and now I'm ready to fall asleep and nap for nine days. HOW ARE YOU?

Wednesday Random

For whatever reason, I scheduled a million (three) appointments with various doctors yesterday and felt like a prize-winning pig by the end of it. And while I don't excel in many things, one thing I am SUPER GREAT at is being healthy, evidently. Like, two doctors came in with mine to marvel at my labs and my EKG. I'm apparently textbook healthy, so I've got that going for me, which is nice.

It was probably strange for me to thank my OB/GYN for the super gentle Pap-Smear, huh? But guys, I haaaaaaate those more than anything else, and I barely noticed this time. There are some of you nodding your head because you get it. That's a big deal.

Did you know that biologically speaking, you aren't attracted to people who have a similar smell as you, which is nature's way of preventing families "mingling" too closely? I believe this is why I want to burn my house down when my son comes in from riding his bike, or I venture too close to his room. SCIENCE WANTS ME TO KICK HIM TO THE CURB. I mean, nurture him and allow him to spread his wings and fly. Ahem.

This weekend I made bacon-onion jam and let me tell you something: that business is the freaking business right there. Also, it's surprisingly not fattening. I mean, it's a bunch of onions cooked down for hours (in bacon fat, true) with some salt and balsamic vinegar to finish it out. And a few pieces of bacon. BUT STILL. 10 giant onions, 5 pieces of bacon. Not too shabby. For my dinner last night I made crostinis with a heaping spoonful of the jam and a disc of goat cheese on top, slapped under the broiler, and then shoved into my mouth. I was a happy girl.

This is the last time I'll mention that fic [Kindred Spirits] that I wrote, because it has run its course, it seems. The people who would have found it interesting have done so, have read it, and have moved on. It didn't pique people's interest like I thought it would, and I'm telling myself to reach zen about it. In comparison to other fandoms I've written for, it's done very well. So. Get over it, me. OM. /lotus position

Time for me to roast some Brussels sprouts for my lunch, nom nom!!

BORED NOW [a list of random things]

I am bored. I want to get a backpack of essentials and disappear for about three years, just wander the world Cane-style. [pan flutes] It's that weird place where winter is coming to a close here and spring is attempting to spring and it has me fidgety and antsy and wanting to DO. CREATE. MAKE. CHANGE.

I've just spent the winter affixed to my chair writing, and now that I'm finished with that story, I need something else. WHAT DO.

I ordered myself a new computer, and...I'm going with a Mac. A fancy Mac at that. My husband has one for work, and wow, is it better than my funky little Dell I've had for almost 7 years. AND YEAH I KNOW THAT IS OLD FOR A LAPTOP. Which is why I'm getting a new one.

Have y'all seen that Amtrak is going to offer "writer's residences" on board for cross-country trips for free/low cost? YEAH I COULD GET BEHIND THAT. I'd want to dress like Rosalind Russel in My Girl Friday every day, though.

I bought an inversion table for the Mr. as his Christmas present, something he's been asking for for years and then hasn't used it but once. Holy smokes, I love it. (And you can do curls on them and really work those core muscles! *pats belly*)

I changed my dad's wireless network name to "FBI SURVEILLANCE VAN" yesterday because the man needs to learn to change up his passwords. And not have them be FIVE LETTERS, OH MY GOD, DAD, THAT HAS BEEN YOUR PASSWORD SINCE MY CHILDHOOD. Apparently he has some "illegal music software" on his ancient computer, it's like, 16-bit midi shit, and he was convinced that the NSA found out. My son called to tell me all of this, and was crying from laughter. I'm a terrible person, I know. But that shit's funny, I'm sorry.

BORED BORED BORED I AM SO TIRED OF BEING A HOUSEWIFE AHHHHHHHHH [don't take this to mean I want a job, lol. I want to be freeeeee]

Here's your Friday random

1. I had chicken tenders from Raising Cane's today because I wanted the dipping sauce. I don't DO things like Ranch or ketchup, but this stuff, man. It clearly has an addictive substance in it that makes you crave it fortnightly.
2. If you said that last bit in a ridiculous Scottish accent, I like you a lot.
3. My butthead black kitty has been my friend lately, trying to sit in my lap, head butting me for pets... I'm fairly certain he's trying to lure me into a sense of false security so he can kill and eat me.
4. I have been drinking many delicious wines and eating many delicious cheeses as of late.
5. I finally began posting that big TW fic that is really good, I promise, and it's going over like a lead balloon because I guess I have no idea what most people enjoy reading.
6. But the handful of people who are liking it REALLY like it, so that makes me feel infinitely better.
7. There was not a single cloud in the sky this morning on my jog, and it's going to be in the 70s all weekend and I have wee baby plants sproinging up in the flower beds and this makes me happy.
8. I forgot what 8 was for.
9. I wish there was a new Fallout/Elder Scrolls game out because they are my favorite.
10. I really need to take a trip AWAY FROM ALL OF MY FAMILY. Just somewhere I can wander, eat good foods, maybe a museum or nine. You know, anywhere.
11. What's up, buttercup?

Fic Post - Kindred Spirits, TW, [NC-17/E]

FINALLY posting this - one chapter a day, as per usual, still tweaking the last chapters, but it's all written. Y'all know I can't do a WIP.


Title: Kindred Spirits
Rating: E/NC-17, will clearly mark chapters for you weirdos that don't like reading about LOVE BONERS
Pairing: Sterek, also massive Stilinski Family Stuff, Scott and Stiles brotp, Scott, Stiles and Allison friendship because that's the best
Summary: Take Teen Wolf. Plop it in AoGG world. There you have it. (Jackson makes a deliciously perfect Josie Pye. It's a nod TO AoGG, not a rewriting of AoGG, because that's cheating.
Warnings: Kate Argent exists, implied homophobia due to the time, but it's mostly internal worry about outside perceptions, slow burn, hanging out in chicken coops, use of the word "fizzing"
Beta'd by the amazing FlamingMuse - who always makes me write all the words and cleans up my comma abuse/lack of necessary commas - and Sheafrotherdon - who loves Anne as much as I do and helped me stay focused on that world. <3 It wouldn't exist without the two of them whapping me over the head. (WITH LOVE.)

Read it on the Ao3 here. Or don't, I'm not the boss of you. :)

*taps mic* Is this thing still on?

Hello! I'm coming out of my self-imposed blackout because I'm just about finished with my deadlines and feel like I can breathe again. WHEW.

1. WALKING DEAD. Holy darkness. I know a lot of people have stopped watching, which is baffling to me. To each his own, I know, but the character arcs are finally paying off in a huge way. This is a long con type show, not simple action/adventure. (But yeah, filled with some unlikeable people, etc.)

2. I wrote "The End" on that massive AoGG/TW fic this weekend. OMG, apparently I only write novel-length fiction now? It's good practice, that's for sure. I still have edits/tweaks to do before I post. I wanted to start posting today, but it's a school holiday and I think I might need to murder my children. But I'll begin posting right after, promise! :D

3. I'm coming to terms with the way people are consuming media/behaving fannishly, and it is slowly elbowing me out. That's just the way it is, and I'm learning to accept that the way I view/want to talk about shows isn't the way most people do, so I may stop recapping. It's just a lot of work not to have interaction. (And thank you to the three of you who continue to talk to me! I know you do it out of loyalty, and I appreciate it.) I'm not shutting down HDJM or anything drastic like that, our Supernatural posts get almost 2,000 likes (WOW, way to go, Vinnie!) and Hannibal is a juggernaut. Sleepy Hollow picked up steam the more people realized we were recapping them, and I'm very happy for their dedicated followers. Just...I have such a crazy life and it's a lot to put into something that goes nowhere. I'm going to see Game of Thrones through this season, and won't make any decisions until after that, but basically I'm saying that I get that I'm not that interesting to read anymore.

(This is NOT a plea for you to tell me otherwise. This is navel gazing and acceptance. It's healthy!)

4. Speaking of healthy, I need lunch. I need a big ol' sandwich hot from the Panini maker. MMMM, GOAT CHEESE HERE I COME. :D

Still here!

I'm lurking more than posting, because...there's not much to say. I mean, I ALWAYS have something to say, but nothing that interests folks.

Random bullet points!
  • I am so in love with True Detective, I can't even. I haven't seen last night's episode, because of Walking Dead reasons, but that's on deck for later
  • enjoying this back half of Teen Wolf, and seriously cannot get over the gift that show has in its actors, because gee dee, are there some amazing performances coming out of it. Of an MTV show, for crying out loud. <3
  • I am working on the very last chapter of this monster of a fic I've been writing for months, now, and it'll feel so good to write The End. Soon, so, so soon.
  • I've become closer to some old acquaintances from high school over the past several months, and wow, am I ever glad that we don't judge each other by who we were at 16-18. KIDS: it really does change. People really do grow up. Not everyone, I won't lie to you, but when they do? You'll be surprised. (Point in fact: the husband of this particular couple was the It Guy, the "douchey popular" guy. Except inside, he wasn't that at all. And once he left school and figured himself out, he became this amazing person who I am so damn proud to call friend. How cool is that?)
  • I'm at a point in my life where it's almost physically painful to write into a vacuum, so you may not see too much of me around here. Not that I'm leaving, I just don't see myself posting daily like I once did. Seasons change, etc. etc.
  • But I am ALWAYS reading and commenting when applicable. <3
  • Time to make lobster mac-n-cheese again. <3

Lobster macaroni and cheese

YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY. It's always time for that. Unless you just finished running a marathon and it's 115F outside. That's probably not when you want to eat this. BUT ALL OTHER TIMES = YES.

I played with Ina Garten's recipe because she is awesome and I want to sit in her lap and have her read me a bedtime story and feed me cookies. But let's get back to lobster and pasta.

Recipe for Lobster Mac-n-CheeseCollapse )

If you don't like the way I write recipes, well, that's because you like things "coherent" and "organized." Whatever.

Also, I'm...liking a LOT of Teen Wolf this season, even if there is stuff that is problematic. I mean, the showrunner is awful, but the show? Not shabby. (And I'm avoiding the LOADS of wank online like the plague.)


I had a really lovely message this morning and realized that I've not been posting here. Sorry! (I'm way more active on Tumblr. I mean, it's mostly images and jokes, but that's about what I have energy for. LISA: I WILL GET BACK TO YOU, PROMISE. <3)

No news with my son - still passing out (and wow, is it frightening to see a 6' 2" kid collapse in the middle of talking) but no one has any idea why, just that he does. Well, that's super helpful, okay! We're waiting for results from a neurologist. Anyway, life continues as it does.

The Mr. and I had our anniversary this past weekend, and I had the dinner of my life, which is saying something. I always enjoy whatever I have at Fearings, but this meal was exceptional. food talkCollapse )

I'm trying this thing where I'm more organized with my time so that I can devote the majority of my day when kids are in school/hubs at work I get writing done like it's a 9 - 5 job. And wow, it's working. Who knew?

HI GUYS. HI. I'm starting up with True Detective (looks amazing and my wheelhouse) and Looking, which, unf. That's, um, super hot and so far, so good.


It's been a while since I've done a poll.


ION, I have reached a sort of max-density when it comes to pictures of Tyler Hoechlin. I now feel a physical ache in my chest at the sight of him and have to scroll past. THERE IS TOO MUCH ATTRACTIVE/NICE BOY STUFF HAPPENING and it hurts me, guys. It hurts me.

No news is no news. Also, this happened.

1. Thank you so much for the kind words of support last week! Summation: no idea still. He was made to wear a heart monitor vest thing for 48 hours so they could track its rhythms in addition to having an ultrasound on his heart. And we have no idea. (He also passed out again, but fortunately was a) at home and b) wearing the vest so it caught it. Hopefully we'll hear something soon.)

2. I spent the weekend close to him (just in case) and blasted through the Little House on the Prairie series. Wow, is Ma awful and I truly believe Laura worked through some aggression by writing those stories. Also, I could go for some Cap Garland fic, hey-now.

3. While drunk-tweeting the Golden Globes last night, I got a text from Matt Paxton, saying he wanted to get mildly drunk with me some time (not in a freaky way) <-- His actual words, ahaha. We went back and forth joking, etc. when he said this:

"i never told you, i was at some event and someone mentioned you and I was like..i know, i follow her. it was in LA and very random.
but we both got crazy excited that we both thought you were such a great writer and we thought it was like our own secret

I may have made noises not unlike a porpoise sucking on helium. He is such a nice guy. And it's still crazy to me that the nice Guy from the Tee Vees reads my stuff and chats with me. Boosted my spirits quite a lot. <3

(And now I go back to writing, because this AoGG/TW story has legs of its own. And I want to finish it soon, ugh.)
#4 Not even sorry for that earworm. If it's NOT an earworm, here you go. So to continue the question session, the lovely mrmonkeybottoms asked me, "What is your favorite scene in the movie, Love, Actually?" *cracks knuckles*

The most wonderful scene, the one I make everyone either shut up so I can hear (or kick them out of the room so I can hear) is when Billy Mack goes back to his painfully straight manager, Joe, and admits that he's the love of his (Billy Mack's) life. "Christ, thirty minutes at Elton John's, and you're as gay as a maypole." Everything about Bill Nighy in this movie is perfection. His body language, his inflections... I love him so, so much.

(The default scene for me is when Emma Thompson realizes her husband gave the necklace to the bombshell and quietly loses it in her room as Joni Mitchell plays. I've been that woman, silently crying so as to not disrupt the evening, and it's a terrible feeling. I think many of us have been that woman in some capacity. She's an amazing actress.)


#5 The darling poisontaster asked me: "What's your writing process? And by that I mean both how you craft the actual story and HOW you like to write. Do you go to coffee shops and write long hand, do you do it at your pin-neat (or Oscar the Grouch messy) desk? Is there wine involved? Do you have a special The Writer is At Work glass or sweater or hat?"

This one is long, so it's going under a cut. *SNIP FOR POTENTIAL BORINGNESS!*Collapse )

And all of this talking through the process has me itching to get back into my Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf fic, which is now sitting at 39K and counting and tentatively titled "Kindred Spirits." And I seriously love it, so I should show it some attention. :)

Three questions left, and tomorrow is all about music. OH MAN, THIS ONE IS GOING TO BE GOOD. <3
Okay, that wasn't the actual question, but it fits the subject bar. :) (And hello! I am alive and mostly well, and getting things sorted now that the holiday has passed. WHEW.) From this post, originally.

redaly asked me: You always seem to have lots of projects on the go: the potential gardening show, stallioncrest, various bits of film work, HDJM. Where would you like each of them to go? Which of them would you most like to see come off in a big way? I actually had a very supportive and excellent conversation with my brother-in-law yesterday about some of these, lifting my spirits enough to want to talk about them.

Growing up my mother used to say, "Jack of all trades," and meant it as a compliment to herself, skipping the essential part of that saying: Master of none. That's how I've felt about myself most of my life: yeah, I can do some things, but I'm not amazing at any of them. You know when you see that amazing pianist, painter, diver, what-the-hell-ever and you're so blown away by their focus and talent? Le sigh and le longing. <-- not actual French.

While I would love to sell Stallioncrest and make a million people laugh (I actually have to re-shoot the whole thing because there were technical issues with the camera, we found out, and blah blah I just do), and I would love for HDJM to be Vulture, but you know, us, there are two projects I wish with everything in me would actually come to fruition: Oh My Heck being a quality read, good enough to publish, and for Mastering the Garden - or whatever name it evolves into - to be on a TV near you.

The gardening show... I know that subject, inside and out, backwards and forwards, and more importantly, I'm not some pompous ass who wants to impress you with what I know. I want YOU to know things. I want YOU to enjoy the process, to understand why things didn't work and get back on that horse. That's the joy for me. Plus, I'm kind of funny at times, and hey, a funny and informative show would be cool, says I. This is also the hardest project to get going, because it doesn't matter that I want it to happen - I need a crew. I need the scripts shot. I need a channel/network to buy it once that's done. So. *shrug* I'm not going to give up that idea, though. It's a keeper. :)

ION, my MiL did NOT serve carrot dimes* on Christmas Eve, so I'm counting it as a Christmas Miracle. I had a great holiday of cooking with my sister, laughing with my family, and having a great hair day. It's the little things. :)

(Thank you for all the emails and messages of love. They really meant a lot to me during a very hard time. But I will also say that I get overwhelmed feeling responsible for getting back to every one in a timely manner, and that's a daunting task. I WILL, but know that I appreciate the thought until you get official confirmation from me in your inbox. <3)

*Carrot Dimes = Satan's nipples. Frozen, cut carrot slices marinated in a can of tomato sauce with a diced red onion, heated through.

Tomorrow's questions include favorite scenes from Love, Actually and my writing process. OMG, STAY TUNED. (lol)


TW: depression/dark thoughts

I've started and deleted three of these posts, but I think I need to write this, if only to keep a record. In late 2008 I was diagnosed as being severely depressed and began taking medication. For those of you who have experienced this, you know what a miracle it can be to not only have a name for why you feel so horribly wrong, so very Not You, and then to have a chemical administered that puts you on the right foot, so to speak. I almost immediately dropped 40 pounds, I stopped hurting in my joints and muscles, I started being ME.

The pharmacy decided I didn't need the name brand (Welbutrin) any more and gave me the generic. A few hours after taking it, I very calmly planned on driving off a 130 ft bridge to my death until my kids piped up in the backseat of the car and I realized how fucking CRAZY that was. Yeah, don't take generic Welbutrin. I'm not the only person this has ever happened to. (Note: I have never been suicidal. Never. And I'm not now, either. Wow, I'm fun, lol.) My doctor tore the pharmacy a new hole and wrote in my chart: NAME BRAND, NO GENERIC.

Flash to 5 years later (now) when we finally decide to stop going through Canada Pharmacy to get my meds (I can get 90 pills for $240, instead of what Walgreens/CVS wants to charge me, which is $402 for 30.) and make my insurance pay for it, seeing as we pay an arm and a leg for BCBS's best plan and it should only cost me $40 for a 90 pill supply. YEAH, I'D LIKE THAT OPTION, PLEASE.

And they said no. Nope, you don't get to have that anymore, we don't care what the doctor has said. You'll take the generic or you'll take nothing, they said. I've been trying since before my California trip to get this resolved, which means I've run out of my medication for more than a week, now. And I can't think, I can't process normally, I hurt all over, and my doctor has been yelling at anyone he can to give me my drugs. (Yes, I can buy them out of pocket, at $40 a piece. JFC. But I shouldn't have to. Also, that requires effort to GET THEM that I don't even have at the moment. Stupid, maybe. But that's what it is.)

So I'm trying? I'm trying to reply to emails, to my responsibilities, but I can barely decorate my house for the holidays, barely focus when my kids are talking to me, barely keep it together and not burst into tears for no discernible reason other than my body chemistry is jacked to hell. But Canada, O! Canada has stepped up and are sending me meds at their reasonable price, but I have to wait until next week because time travel apparently still isn't a thing. (Thank you, thank you, Canada Pharmacy.) And the fight with my insurance continues.

All of this to say that if I'm not responding, not fulfilling some act that you need me to do, it's because I'm not doing ANYTHING. But I'm trying. And this won't be forever. <-- mostly that is for myself because I am tunneling in and having a hard time seeing things ever becoming different. It's in waves, at least. It's not an all-consuming tsunami of woe.


you ask, I answer #3: FOOD

I'm almost out of questions (I blame my incessant yammering on there not being a need to ASK me anything, lol. It's that or no one cares, which is probably more accurate HEY FUN START, LAURA) so we're close to the end of me spamming your flists.

brunettepet asked: what is your favorite thing you cooked all year? Oooh. Well, it was fun going through my recipe tag to see all the new things I tried this year, from wild yeast starter (still going strong!), fancy sandwiches (love has not wavered!) to the answer for this particular query: OXTAILS.

First off, I had the best oxtail ragu (ragout, but I always end up saying rag-in, rag-out when it's spelled properly, so allow me to Americanize the word) of my life in NYC with flaming_muse at Mario Batali's LUPA. (OMG, the sardines with golden raisins and pine nuts were stupid delicious. I WOULD HAVE EATEN ONLY THAT. but then, I wouldn't have partaken in the deliciousness of oxtails.)

I was desperate to find the recipe. I found many, but none of them were close to his. He had YouTube videos showing how he made them (but not really). He was on morning shows talking about them. BUT NO PRINTED RECIPE MATCHED THE DISH. Oho, sneaky man, I see what you're doing, and while I respect it, I don't like it. So I watched every video. I read every contradictory recipe. And I figured it out.

For three days I monkeyed with a recipe until I hit on it. That was it, I realized when I tasted the final dish. I DID IT. Ha! HA HA HA HA!!! *lightning crashes, an old mother dies*

It's become a favorite in our house, a special occasion dish that is often requested. In fact, I'm making it for Christmas Dinner (alongside the runner up for this question, a healthy, re-tooled Eggplant Parmesan).


Feel free to add to my question load HERE. And as the year winds down, maybe consider throwing a dollar or five (or more! Hey, we won't complain) into the tip jar at HDJM. All proceeds go to my writers, some of who are in financial need and yet still find the time to share their fannish love with you weekly. THANK YOU!
If you'd like to force me to answer your question, toodle right on over to this post and ask away!

sheafrotherdon (and I always make a point of pronouncing it correctly and out loud when I see your user name, btw) asked "What are three defining moments in your life? Also - what are Derek Hale's feelings about sweaters?"

Three? Shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once at the number three, being the third number to be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.

(It's just a hodge podge of quotes, LOL & DOGE speak and recipes up in here. *taps temple*)

Defining moments, of which there are five. NO! THREE!Collapse )

As for Derek Hale and sweaters, I surprisingly have a lot of thoughts about this. Short answer: nope. He won't wear them. WITH SPECIFIC EXCEPTIONS. and those are also five. I MEAN, THREE, GOD DAMN IT.Collapse )

Again, I'd like to put out the call for your help in supporting the writers (and server costs) of running HDJM, should you find it in your hearts (and wallets) to kick anything our way. WE APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT IN BUILDING A SAFE PLACE FOR FANNISH LOVE. (Click the link and on the right side of your screen is a golden DONATE button. Maybe spread the word? ALSO: WE LOVE YOU.)

You ask, I answer! Question: dream garden

Oh my gosh. Well, if this isn't the greatest (and most difficult!) question to ask me, I don't know what is. midnightsjane asked me: "what your dream garden would look like if you had all the time and resources needed to create it. What would you include, and what would you leave out?"

WELL. *cracks knuckles* Loads of pics under the cut. :D My dream landscape - we're going beyond just a garden, yo.Collapse )

If you made it through that, mazel. :D ION, I want to point you to the original post asking for your questions as well as reminding you that we are still happily taking any and all donations you might be able to give to the writers of HDJM. ALL OF THAT CAN BE FOUND HERE.

Tomorrow's question: 3 defining moments of myself + Derek Hale's thoughts on sweaters. Ha! <3

It's Wednes- FRIDAY. It's FRIDAY!

How the hell is it Friday already? And halfway through December? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO TIME I WANT ANSWERS.

Okay, there's a resurgence of posting on LJ, which makes me happy, so I want in on things. Questions for me? LEAVE THEM HERE and I'll do that post/question answer a day thing. Maybe multiple questions a day, who knows?

ION, there are some goodies on HDJM for you of the Supernatural, Sleepy Hollow, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer variety. Orphan Black is coming back soon, as is Hannibal. HOORAY! And a new show Black Sails will be added, and I am VERY EXCITED about that. (I wish I could nab Heathicorn from Tumblr to do Teen Wolf recaps, because she's ridiculously hilarious.)

SPEAKING OF DONATIONS (we were in my head), did you know that it takes the average HDJM writer fourteen million hours plus three human sacrifices to write up a recap for our site? I also require that they show me proof of broken legs before they're allowed to post. That's a lot of work to do something for free. (Okay, it usually takes a minimum of 6 hours from start to finish, not to mention the time spent replying to comments, marketing, crying when you don't get any feedback...) Should you find yourself with a few extra pennies on your hands, would you possibly consider making a donation to our site?

Now, I pay for all costs to run the site and will happily continue to do so as long as there is interest in HDJM (although it would be lovely to get income to push towards the hundreds of dollars I spend on yearly server fees, etc. But I'm not even asking for that.) I'm asking for you to support our writers, some of whom are attempting to get a career writing and are using HDJM as a battleground/resume thickener. I love sending them money when we get donations (and I send them ALL the money. I keep nothing, unless it's mentioned that they would like the money to go towards the site's operating costs.)

My girls work hard to provide a fun, safe place to be geeky and love on your favorite things without worry of trolls, hate, or wank.

If that's something that is important to you, maybe consider dropping a bill into the tip jar? (On the right side of our site is a DONATE button. I'm not even going to lie and say that the $2 donations we were given last year didn't choke me up. That tells me that money is tight for you and yet you STILL made it a priority to thank your writers. So freaking amazing. <3

I try not to harass my flist much. We keep on keeping on over there and enjoy what we do. But hearing that YOU enjoy what we do is the icing on the cupcake. (And feel free to link, repost, point this out to people you know who like our site as well.)

Imma bake some cookies today. Whatchu doon, Boo?
HELLO FRIENDS. Hey, remember how I needed a nice, relaxing vacation because of how non-stop stressful my life has been? Ha. HA HA HA, said the universe. If it weren't for an AMAZING show and an even more AMAZING friend, I would have curled into a ball and rolled into traffic.

Here's the short version, which has no pep or zazz. Massive ice storm, Dallas was shut down, and I was trapped in the airport. Eventually got out to LA, had no luggage, had only the things on my back, and had a red carpet event to attend. Had a great time at said red carpet event, was with the best friend ever who didn't mind our vacation turning into a shopping for toiletries and underwear trip, came home and my eventually found luggage fell apart in my driveway and some of my brand new skin care products exploded. But I honestly enjoyed myself, when I wasn't curled into a ball, contemplating rolling into traffic. I really love flaming_muse a lot, and I'm incredibly grateful for the RIDICULOUSLY FABULOUS tickets for Trevor Live that she was able to secure. Like, I was sitting IN FRONT OF celebrities, my seats were so much better than most. <3


Awesome: when I got out of the car at my house late yesterday, the whole top half of my suitcase fell off. AT LEAST IT HAPPENED WHEN I WAS HOME. (And hey, I ended up with new clothes and makeup, so...) I would like to state that I know I am very fortunate to be in a position in life where I CAN replace things from lost luggage. If I couldn't... I would have just flat out given up, walked into the ocean and taken a deep breath. Well, that would be the case if I also hadn't had my very own Miss Muse and her strong hand to hold onto. :)

And now I'm home, there's laundry and cleaning piled up, and I have story ideas to write. NOT TOO SHABBY. HEY GUYS HEY.
If you don't get that reference, you're probably white. Hahaha.

OH MY GOD, FLIST I AM SO WORN OUT HOLY SMOKES. I am going on a vacation on Saturday, and I NEEDS IT, PRECIOUS, I need it so badly.

But while my head is up, allow me to put some links in your face for current things on HDJM like
Walking Dead - Too Far Gone
Buffy The Vampire Slayer - The Puppet Show (ahahaha)
Supernatural - Rock and a Hard Place (check out that 1200+ likes!! DAMN, VINNIE!)

You know, every time you click on a FB Like, you're helping spread our little site around the globe. We really appreciate that. Or Tumblr! Or Twitter! That's super nice and we like you when you do that. :)

ION, my awesome sister, dampersnspoons has developed an organic skin care line that is AMAZING. No, really. I know she's my sister, but you don't hear about my other sister's business, do you? This shizz is AWESOME, is organic, is reasonably priced, and lasts. And smells GREAT. And did I mention it works? And she ships, like, the same day? HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

HEY GUYS. Here's to hoping this week flies the hell by.
for now let me say that I have just passed my sister back into the hands of my father, I am WORN OUT, and I have posted the recap for last night's Walking Dead, DEAD WEIGHT.


But for now I flop over and give thanks that my children are old enough to do most things for themselves and not need constant supervision and direction. Seriously, my step mother is a SAINT. (I loved having her here, don't think I didn't, but JEEEZ it is a lot of work.)


Pimp: calling all skin care enthusiasts!

So my sister (many of y'all know her as dampersnspoons) has been crafting a skin care line made of purely organic materials and beta testing them on me and a few other folks. And they are AMAZING. She's finally opening her Etsy shop with a few of the items on her product line, with more coming.

Organic. Hand made. Smells FREAKING AMAZING (and not overly perfumey or flowery). And I have baby-soft skin, let me tell you. I love the serum most of all, and can't say enough good things about it. (Gorl, I put that bidness on my chest bidness to keep the ladies at attention, and seriously, this stuff is wonderful.)

Reasonably priced, comparable to Origins Plantscriptions (of which I was a 7 year devotee) without the high price. Holidays are coming up and these would make amazing stocking stuffers/gifts/bribes/IDK your life, you decide.

This post brought to you by the miracle of me having a 20 minute break while someone takes a nap. :)


After an incredibly busy weekend (out of town guest, hosted a party, yadda yadda) I am ready to curl up in a ball and sleep. But instead I need to get cleaned up and go to some important meetings.

LIKE MY SON'S FINAL ARD FOREVER. No more IEP meetings, no more paperwork for public school, no more freaking ARD MEETINGS after today, WHOO HOO!! (Those of you with SpEd kids/kids with IEPs can appreciate my joy, I'm sure.) Then another meeting that should be quick and painless, and then BACK HOME WHERE I WILL SIT AND DO NOTHING.

It's all tremendously exciting. I have tv to catch up on! I did manage to watch The Walking Dead (of course) and get my recap up - I LOVED IT, FAIR WARNING.

Also up for you, if you're needing to kill the Monday doldrums (of course you do!), is the Supernatural "Heaven Can't Wait" recap and the Sleepy Hollow "The Midnight Ride" recap. (Buffy 1.10 is coming soon!) If you enjoyed what you read, please consider commenting, Liking, tweeting, linking to my girls' hard work. We appreciate it!

Okay, I need food, then off to the ARD. For the last time! /giddy
Ahem. Behold my list here.Collapse )


Monday Links

1. Walking Dead recap/discussion post is right here.
2. Buffy 1.07 "Angel" recap is right here.
3. Sleepy Hollow? Oh, we got your Sleepy Hollow recaps.
4. And I barely need to link to the SPN recaps, because they are CRAZY POPULAR (way to go, Vinnie!)
5. The old BFF is coming in for a visit this weekend and I am going to jam bird seed into her hands, since she doesn't eat normal food. (I am teasing you Vegans. Sort of. OMG I don't want to hear it, okay?)
6. I bought some cool fingernail polish at Sephora this weekend that is METALLIC PEACOCK and I NEVER paint my nails, but my daughter made me paint my thumb and I liked it and here we are.
7. Oh! I won a prize at Nordstroms, apparently, and it was CHANEL AND LANCOME MAKEUP/PERFUME/ETC. Like, full sizes and everything! Which is awesome because I never win stuff and I never buy myself makeup unless it's an emergency makeup situation. (ahaha - spell check is telling me Lancome should be COME-CON. WORST. CONVENTION. EVER.)
8. I also bought a fabulous pair of heels this weekend that are peacock colors (teal blue and teal green) and they make me feel awesome and tall.
9. These are all important things because it appears that I am FINALLY GOING ON A VACATION, and that is to LA in December to attend Trevor Live with flaming_muse and we are in the GOOD SEATS. Like, rubbing elbows with the elite seats. Mama wants to look good. (So excited, omg.)
10. On my run this morning I encountered two rascals, a German Shepherd and a Pit Bull who had broken free to chase ducks in the pond. They were dripping wet, grinning from ear to ear, and let me check their collars like nice puppies. I got them home and they gave me many hand licks and knee-rubs as thanks.

...I mentioned they were dripping wet, right? LOL. So stinky (but so sweet!).

Monday Links

So...Walking Dead. SAY NOTHING HERE. DO NOT SPOIL PEOPLE. But you can go here to my recap and tell me if you agree or disagree with my theory on the big turning point OF WHICH WILL NOT SPEAK HERE TO SPARE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN'T WATCHED YET.

Hey, have you heard of Black Sails? Because Liz has, and she's going to be recapping it. HOORAY. Golden Age of Sail? Check. Lady pirates? Check. Lady pirates in love with other lady pirates? DOUBLE CHECK.

I had the weekend to myself for the most part, as the Mr. went to the deer lease with Emily and Sally Derg. Sally is very much a city dog and was terrified of the friendly cows out there, which makes me laugh. She likes little things like cats and Yorkies. And her "baby," a stuffed otter. Ha. (But I have a freezer full of meat, which means I won't have to buy any for some time, hooray!)

And I booked a flight for an upcoming (and very much needed) trip and I have been BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS with excitement over it.

Hello, guys! It's Monday and we got to sleep in yesterday! Or you were up extra early and are still angry about it, IDK your life.

Feh. and FML

Halfway through my 5 mile run this morning my music went off and a call came through. It was about my son, who had collapsed in the bathroom and had been found by a teacher. Paramedics were called, I ran like the freaking wind to the house, got in the car and drove straight to him at the school, turned down the opportunity to pay a million bucks have a ride to the ER and drove him myself (it's a mile from the school), and had to almost carry my 6'1", 180 pound son into the ER.

After hours of tests - full battery of them - the conclusion is: they don't know. Could be low blood sugar, even though his wasn't really low. Could be low blood pressure, but his wasn't really low. Could be his medicines, who knows. Awesome. (And it doesn't matter, because jfc it is my child and I don't CARE about my looks, but I spent all day smelling like an armpit, sweaty and nasty in my workout clothes and I tried to give myself a wee sponge bath with antiseptic wipes because I was mortified that I had been working out and felt disgusting.)

He's home, fine, eating everything that isn't tied down and now I get to do my adrenaline dump after keeping it cool all damn day so HE wouldn't lose it. There was a massive car wreck that had the ER filled, and it was nerve-wracking sitting in our room and watching Care Flight stretchers race by and hear people crying and yelling in pain. UGH. :(

Tonight for Halloween I'm going as a frazzled mom who needs a drink. WAIT. A SLUTTY frazzled mom who needs a drink. There, now I'm keeping in tradition.

and I'm really unhappy that I posted about this on FB and only ONE FRIEND had anything sympathetic to say, thank you crazydiamondsue and everyone else made the equivalent of dick jokes. YEAH, I KNOW I GO FOR THE FUNNY, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT THINGS GET SERIOUS IN MY LIFE, FFS. I have FAMILY that was actively online at the time. Pah.

Random blather about bread

Now that it's turning cooler, I want delicious things to nom on like cinnamon rolls and orange-ginger rolls. Fortunately those both come from the same base and guess who has two thumbs and just made said base? THIS GUY. I'm playing around with my sourdough starter cast offs with this particular recipe, so once I can make sure it's successful, I'll post the recipe with anyone who wants it.

I have been SO HUNGRY this week, like, I'm eating myself out of house and home. It's all good stuff that I'm nomming, it's just NEVER ENDING. Clearly the answer is that I need to go to Cane's and get a #3 for lunch. (Why? WHY DOES FRIED CHICKEN MAKE ME SO HAPPY? It just does.)

I saw a fancy sandwich of: brie, chocolate and pumpkin on challah bread and I about passed out, it looked so good. I need to figure out how to recreate that. (In other news, the BFF - who is now vegan - is coming for a visit and I have NO IDEA WHAT TO FEED HER. I mean, cheese! Pancetta! CHEESE!? EGGS!!!!! Gah. I'll be sure to stock up on nuts and celery, I guess. BOR-ING.)

It is almost Halloween, which means it's almost Almond Joy Theft Day! HOORAY.
Now, don't go thinking I've thrown over flaming_muse, who is the best writing coach a girl could ask for. (And cheerleader, and editor, and squinter, and red liner, and friend, and travel companion, and...). I'm looking for someone who is intimately familiar with Anne of Green Gables AND Teen Wolf (Ms. Muse never fell into the Lake of Shining Waters, woe!) to make sure I'm keeping things in character for both worlds on this fic I'm writing. Got it under control, hooray!

If you think you might have interest in this (and can actually read, say, nowish, and not in a few weeks) please let me know! And if you're horrified/not interested, well, please don't let me know! Hahahaha.

ION, my copy of Corey Feldman's autobiography came in the mail today, and it makes me SO SAD. Ugh, Hollywood was about as awful to him and Haim as the world can get to young boys. Super triggery for sexual abuse, those of you who would prefer to be warned about such things. :(

This is why the world needs more Anne Shirley.

Links and thinky thought

Walking Dead's recap is up, as well as all of the other goodies on HDJM like Buffy, SPN, Sleepy Hollow... As always, you can follow HDJM's twitter, FB page or Tumblr for updates or follow the writers' twitter/tumblr. Here's my tumblr/twitter, for example.

Thinky thoughts:

  1. I had my final parent-teacher conference for my son today and he'll be graduating before Thanksgiving, due to me keeping him busy with school all summer. I. It's just that. Graduating. Done. Finito. Sooner than we thought. It's fine that he is, I'm just coming to terms with being a mother old enough to have a HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE. =|

  2. And we're stepping up his college application (nursing schools!) stuff with the help of my kid's team at the new school (who I love)

  3. I got a comment to HDJM today on a years-old Hoarders post. It was the Hoarder's daughter. I just want to say how grateful I am to everyone supporting the idea of HDJM's motto: approach with love for something, even if it's wacky and silly, because where else can you go to talk about something where you know you won't fall headlong into wank? She felt comfortable enough with the recap and the discussion in comments to talk about her feelings and give me an update on her mom. (Not good.) I love that the family members and friends who have commented over the years knew that they could talk about their feelings - even when they were angry, upset, heartbroken - on HDJM and we wouldn't judge them for it.

That felt pretty good, I have to say. And now back to this Anne of Green Gables/Teen Wolf fic that I am MADLY IN LOVE WITH, omg. /dork

Laughing while crying

Today was the memorial for my friend Steve, the ex-boyfriend/always my friend from my improv comedy days. If I ask for nothing else in my life, it's this: may every story people have to share at my memorial start with, "Now, I can't share most of my stories about Laura in a church, but what I can say is..." like they did at his.

Which is exactly how the talks led by the other comedy club pals began. Honest, heartfelt tears for a friend we all knew was troubled, but was the sort that didn't burn bridges. He was just an addict. But he was kind, hilarious, and always the guy who would pick you up at 4:30 in the morning when you've had a wreck on New Year's Eve/Day and were stranded on the side of the road. In front of a shady strip club/shady part of town. Or the guy who will take a punch for you when drunk frat guys picked fights with the other comedians after the show with the reasoning of, "I have a lower center of gravity; they can't knock me over." AND THEY DIDN'T. Or the guy who would pick up the tab when he had money, just because that's who he was.

We all stood out in the parking lot for a good hour or more, laughing so hard my stomach ached, crying so hard my glasses fogged up, swapping old, "Oh my god, do you remember the time with the strippers--" and "No one could come up with a better way to sneak into [blah] than..." and "He never sat in judgment of anyone. Unless you weren't funny and acted like you were. That he wouldn't tolerate."

I remembered today how he made me break up with him, because he knew his demons better than I did and didn't want to hurt me with his drug use. He always smiled at me like I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen and would hold my hand while I spoke. Long after we'd stopped dating, even! He was just a sweet, sweet man. Who had a filthy mouth and would do anything. There was no daring this guy, because his response would always be, "Why not? Ooh, and how about we..." He's why I'm so spectacularly naughty, ftr. :)

(In fact, one of the comedians told another guy - one I didn't know as well - that I could out cuss all of them. I don't know if you can appreciate the hugeness of a group of male comedians saying they couldn't top me, a former Mormon girl. Hahahaha.)

Never did he make any of us angry, he didn't fight or say cruel things or set out to hurt people. He wanted to laugh, wanted to live life to the fullest, and happened to have a drug addiction. But I'll always think of his booming, rapid-fire laugh and his willingness to do anything, because why not? That's a pretty great model for living, right there. Rest in peace, my friend. I'll never forget you.


I seem to have started an Anne of Green Gables AU in the world of Teen Wolf? To the tune of 2000 5700 words already and counting? And let me tell you, Sheriff Stilinksi is a PERFECT BLEND of Matthew and Marilla. AND JACKSON IS AN AMAZING JOSIE PYE. AND HARRIS IS MR. PHILLIPS.

Let's just say that Lydia is as beautiful and elegant as "The Lady of Chaillot" until the handsome Derek Hale (Gilbert) comes back after missing school for a few years due to his family's situation, etc. and Scott is his BOSOM FRIEND and he's never HAD ONE OF THOSE BEFORE and--

I have lost my damn mind. Yay!!

Links for your Monday morning

Walking Dead - ooooh, we're just getting darker and darker with every episode. Recap is up here, and if you follow my Tumblr (or HDJM's tumblr) you'll know when the recaps are up for TWD, SPN, and more!

Speaking of, the SPN recap and more are up at HDJM. ;D

Every time you share, reblog, or like a link there, an angel gets its wings. BBQ and spicy wings! Boneless, even! Mmm, it's almost lunch time and I'm hungry.

I was introduced to a new wine this weekend and it was GLORIOUS. label under the cutCollapse ) There's a fantastic winery that opened in our town square and every red wine was in my wheelhouse. I got to talking to the owner and have a new BFF. Hahaha. He joined up with a butcher shop in town (they only buy organic, grass fed meat - process all the meat there on site, holy smokes, I was in HEAVEN) for something called a "Cab -n- Slab." It's a wine/steak of the month club where the wines are premium and the cuts of meat divine. Yeah, I'm signing up. (Last month was a bottle of Caymus and 2 20oz Porterhouse steaks. I MEAN. COME ON.)

He warned me that this particular wine I mentioned is selling like hotcakes, so buy now. I plan on going back this week and picking up maybe a half case, because it was THAT GOOD.

hey, gang! (I'm going back and replying to people I've missed over the week due to my life being crazy. Sorry!!)

Guys. GUISE.

I have been baking bread almost every single day. Every baking is two loaves. This should tell you how much my family eats. I can now make sourdough bread in my sleep. SPEAKING OF, HOW IS EVERYONE'S STARTER DOING? Mine is so delicious smelling, I can't even. Mm, bread. I'm pretty sure that I could give that whole "man cannot live by bread alone" a run for its money.

WAIT THAT MEANS I FORGOT ABOUT WINE. And roasted chicken. And poblano peppers. And chips. And Texas Sheet Cake. Shoot.

I made two pounds of garlicky hummus last weekend (literally two pounds) and it's almost all gone. I have a sad. Except that just means that I'll have to make some more and it's a delicious smelling process, so yay! (Toasted sourdough bread with a big, thick schmear of hummus is my go-to snack. Mm, COME KISS ME WITH MY GARLIC SOUR BREATH *SMOOOOOOCH* Protip: get all the chickpea skins off before making hummus for super creamy deliciousness. Otherwise, it's a bit pasty. It doesn't change the TASTE, just the look.

I'm writing today. I want to finish this damn Sterek fic, but I'm not done torturing Stiles just yet. (IT ENDS HAPPILY BECAUSE I DON'T DO ANGST ENDINGS ANYMORE. Not since AtS...) Writing and me have been frenemies lately, so we're trying to work through our issues and be BFF again.

Hey guys, it's the weekend!

Monday Random

  • Thanks to everyone for your condolences on my last post. I've been happy to see that on FB everyone who knew my friend has been moved past discussing his addictions and are simply listing all of the great stories and good times. As it should be! (The best one I've seen was on I had forgotten about: Steve went to his cousin's wedding dressed in a yellow suit with spats and everything and kept saying to people, "You come to me on my daughter's wedding..." Hahahaha. Seriously, this guy was so fun and funny.)

  • The Walking Dead is back!! Oooh, this is going to be a dark season. My recap is up and I would LOVE to talk to you. (And I would love to know if you're still liking the recaps - this ep was a hard one because it's mostly set up.)

  • Speaking of recaps, the next episode of the Buffy Rewatch will be up later this week, and tomorrow will be Sleepy Hollow! And our SPN recaps have absolutely broken website records. 1300 likes on the season opener. THIRTEEN HUNDRED. Amazing!

  • Don't forget that they are spoiler-free, fan-love-centric, happy places to talk about your show. That doesn't mean you can't have real concrit to give, we just don't want you coming from a place of dislike. I mean, what's the point?

  • It's rainy here - we very much need the rain, too. Roasted veggies are on deck for dinner.

  • I'm feeling very disconnected from everything, mostly because I've been disconnecting myself from everything. IDK, transitioning into...who knows. Every day I find that more people are taking me off their feeds, which is absolutely their right. It just reminds me that I'm not the fun "ha ha" space I think people expect of me and that gives me a type of performance anxiety. Meh.

I think I need some chocolate. Good for meh moods and restoring yourself after Dementors, right?

In Memoriam

One of my oldest friends died yesterday. Because I know it would make him happy, I want to share some ridiculous stories about him.

This guy... There will never be anyone like this guy, let me tell you. Dirty words under here, but they're funny.Collapse )

Icon usage is because we went to see Star Trek VI together and cheered when Sulu was announced as being the captain of his own ship. He had a black sense of humor and was good people.
Flist, I am sick. I will be fine, but for now I am grumpy and cranky and want forehead kisses and woebegone faces of sympathy, and I am completely surrounded by a lack of all of that. This is what comes of having cats. Sally Derg is asleep and dream-farting in the hallway, so there's nothing to be gained from her presence in the slightest.

BUT I PROMISED A RECIPE OF DELICIOUSNESS, and I will not disappoint. Unless you hate things that are great tasting, in which case you're hosed. I've made this multiple times now, and feel like I've got it down solid. Eggplant parmesan retooled to be healthyCollapse )

And now I'm going to curl up in a ball and sleep. Mmm, naps. (BTW, there are more amazing recaps up at HDJM! Supernatural, Sleepy Hollow, The Bridge and Buffy S1e3! Thank you for sharing links, commenting, liking, etc. We appreciate it!)


BUNDT LOVERS! Wait, come back!!

Ahaha, guys, I love big bundts and I cannot lie. YEAH. I'M OFFICIALLY REVERTING TO DAD HUMOR. But it's important! Williams-Sonoma has a Star of David bundt pan! THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS. Because I'm interested in making delicious cake for my Jewish friends, you see.

In other news, I have made 2 pounds (literally) of hummus today because apparently that is my favorite snack? Toasted bread with a thick schmear of hummus? NOM NOM.

I can't get anything done and so I online window shop. /pathetic

This post brought to you by a person hiding from Duck Dynasty playing in the other room. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
A few years ago, a friend in the acting community here gave me a copy of a movie he wrote and directed to possibly review on HDJM to get some press out. I watched it. And there was no way I was going to give it a positive review. Technically it was fine. Solid, if very "film school project-y."


FEMINIST RANT - mentions of rape, as that is the subject of said movie, there are no details under the cut of that act.Collapse )


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

April 2017
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