Christmas Q&A with Simon Pegg

Q: Kevin Garcia (Philippines): If there would be a "Limited Edition Simon Pegg Flavoured Cornetto," what would be the main ingredient?

A: Sex.


And don't forget: SANTA'S COMING!


And and Is it Yuletide yet>

Hey, darlings. I'm leaving in a few minutes to bus it down to spend the holiday with relatives. I'm not sure what my internet access is going to be like, but I am guessing I'll be missing most of the action on lj and twitter. I'll probably be checking my email regularly, though, so if you need me or if you're just bored or whatever, hit me up there. Anyone who has my phone number is welcome to text me, too.

Otherwise, I will see you guys Sunday or Monday. For those of you celebrating, have a super duper holiday. For the rest of you, enjoy the Yuletide archive.

PS Thank you so much to the nonny who sent me the snowflake last night! You are awesome and brightened my day.

http://www.cartoonlabs.com/comics/index.php?date=2009-12-24&show=sinfest

Sinfest
Tatsuya Ishida

So I was going, "Man, I feel like watching something this evening," and I randomly decided to give Big Eden a try, since it's been sitting on my hard drive for so long I couldn't remember what it was about but I know someone recced it to me.

Credits: Tim DeKay
Me: *dies* ... O HAI THAR, fannish synchronicity! ILU.

( Spoiler )

ETA: OMG, THIS FILM IS AMAZING! TIM DEKAY, OMG! *is ded, and still flailing*

Today is sunny and gorgeous. I have the back door standing open and enough cool breeze coming in for it to be pleasant. *wins* I just went to the supermarket and spent outrageous amounts on food for tomorrow, mostly fresh fruit (watermelon, apples, plums, strawberries, kiwifruit, a mango; I couldn't help it, it all looked so good!) and hot smoked salmon (in lieu of fowl or [insert word for red meat that starts with f here]), but also cake and quiche and sundry other treats. Food is my religion, apparently. In an AU of my devising, the manger would be full of pudding and chocolate.

I plan to spend tomorrow reading fic and writing porn. (The inn would have free wi-fi. Angels would sing filk.)

(Sorry. *tries to stop being sacrilegious*)

Also, I actually managed to send cards yesterday. Go me! Do they count as seasonal cards if you send them on the eve of Christmas eve and they won't arrive till mid-January? I realised while writing them that the reason I'd been putting it off (over and over) is that I never know what to say in them. Which, given I spend half my life arranging words together, seems a little stoopid, and yet. Perhaps I need to write RPF of myself in the first person.

This has been my week: I have boogie oogie oogied betaed holiday exchange fic till I just can't beta no more; I have re-rendered my vid about sixty squillion times in search of a higher-res result and am awaiting an objective opinion to tell me if I've been successful, since I've long since lost all perspective; I've watched three episodes of Fame (including the one where Sherwood teaches Sherofsky how to drive; SO MUCH LOVE), several episodes of Life (Chaaaarlie! Also, Reese, please stop doing that! /o\), and a few of The Big Bang Theory.

I am done.

*waves holiday greetings at you all*

I've also been observing with anthropological interest my response to being in a new fandom. It's been five years since I did this, and I had no context or expectations back then, so this is new and different and strange. Like, I've noticed that I'm very wary of meta and interviews and promo stuff, and I'm not sure why. Clinging to suspension of disbelief? Afraid my head will explode if it tries to incorporate too many ideas? (It could happen!) Afraid my writing will grind to a halt? Fear of spoilers? Fear of finding out things about the actors I'd rather not know (which partly cuts back to suspension of disbelief; I want to believe in the characters -- I don't care about the actors at all)? Fear of reading and believing things about the characters which will make it impossible to finish the RDverse? I Don't Know! (ETA: By all of which, I mean that my squee feels like a delicate keep-off-the-grass ecosystem and I don't know why. I mean, I am head over heels for this show, but I'm walking on a board-walk just below the surface of a lake, and at any moment I could lose my footing or an unexpected current could carry me away. What's with that? Perhaps I just need to relax.) And yet I have little reactions I want to float out there. ( Like these things that are bothering me (from 1.06 and 1.07) ) *pokes self for being inconsistent and, y'know, human*

ETA2: Aaaand then I go and read meta and it messes with my head. Doh! /dork

Leah and I officially ended our celebration of Festivus by wrestling my little sister to the floor.


Leah surfing in victory!

We had to cheat with the tag-team Megan attack because neither of us have medical insurance and it was safer.

Screw it!

I am giving myself the night off from baking and whatnot (okay, ONE load of dishes) to watch Patrick Stewart's A Christmas Carol and drink wine and eat chocolate. \o/

Merry Christmas!

"Fucking elves. They're the cockroaches of fantasy."

(In other words, ivorygates has just arrived for the holidays.)

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I have to make dinner.

I have to clean my house.

I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO WRITE A YULETIDE TREAT.


*fingers in ears la la la*

It was a wonderful feeling when I actually finished packing, storing, cleaning, shopping, mailing boxes, and goodbye-visiting on my last day in New Orleans. It turns into a race against the clock to see if I can accomplish everything before my planned departure date.

But I kinda enjoy it even with the rushed craziness, because I'm doing big driving loops from one area to another and over there and then back across the river and racing through the Marigny again and swinging out to school and coming back through Mid-City and again over to the Westbank and then out to the camera shop in Metairie and then hitting the post office on Chef Menteur so I can stop at Will's house and dammit, who haven't I visited yet? And rinse and repeat for several days. It's insane but also like a hurried farewell tour to nearly every part of the city so I love it anyway.

( travelling on )

I am archiving all my writing at AOOO (which is cool! I like it a lot!) and I have no idea whether I should archive the barely-connected self-indulgent stuff that came out of AVLS or not. Anyone know if i can archive original fic there? (I'd kind of like to archive my stupid original self-indulgent fic there too, but obviously I won't if it's meant to be fandom only.)

Hi guys!

I spent yesterday being extremely nice to myself (and spending money that I really shouldn't, but fuck my budget). This included:

- getting my hair cut and color re-done (for the first time since September; there was some epic BAD happening on my head)
- having lunch at one of those swanky NYC bistros where even the mac & cheese is gourmet and the most delicious thing EVER and you can also drink sparkling pink wine but still chat with a friendly waiter about traveling because it's late lunchtime and you're one of only three people in there
- getting a 90-minute deep-tissue massage, which involved a tiny Chinese beating the crap out of me until I turned into a happy puddle
- going home, drinking hot chocolate, and hanging out with my suitemates while finishing off the last of the scotch

I was totally that weirdo walking down the street with a big stupid grin on her face, getting freaked-out looks from all the Real New Yorkers who know that's Just Not Done.

*grins*

Today will be spend packing! And probably going to see Avatar with my friend. We shall see.

Here is a very silly ficlet which I wrote to cheer up the lovely cjmarlowe ♥

It is Adam/Kris, around 1500 words, PG. Set in the established-relationship futurefic universe of your choice.

( Out, Damn'd Spot )