| hi! |
[May. 27th, 2006|07:17 am] |
hello my adorable flist. a little bird told me that some of you wished me happy birthday here, and since i haven't posted in, oh, a squillion, i'd say that's a remarkable testament to the generosity and good will of the lj community, or at least to the functionality of the birthday notifier.
i'd like to send birthday wishes to everyone who had a birthday in the last 10 months, with special shout outs to my fellow geminis herself_nyc, writteninstars and today's bday girl, flowery_twat!
what i did with my lj vacation: hint: it has two legs, opposable thumbs and lots of drool.
i miss you guys lots. heart heart heart!
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| James, Vincent, Bliss |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|10:37 pm] |
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| | blown to smithereens | ] |
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| | Soft Atlas - 13 and God | ] |
I'm so thankful ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kita0610 pimped this in my begging-for-porn post:
Time After Time (James Marsters/Vincent Kartheiser).
Somehow I'd missed it, and it's not to be missed. Rosalyn Fodlington, you are a wonder.
Evening activities, for the record:
Dinner: Peanut butter and honey on wheat bread. Watermelon. Celery.
TV watched: Flipped around between That 70s Show and Big Brother.
Porn read: see above.
I think you can guess about the vacuum. |
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| dragon snack |
[Jul. 14th, 2005|03:43 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  happy | ] |
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| | Dirty Work - Steely Dan | ] |
I was in the East Village at lunchtime, walking from an appointment on 4th and D to the 2nd Ave. subway. My usual pit stop when I take the subway there is a little French lunch counter/cafe called Le Kiosk, which sits smack in the middle a scrubby little park on Houston and 1st lined with benches, which are lined with junkies and alcoholics. From their tiny restaurant, which looks like a converted mobile home, they serve fresh delicious sandwiches, like my fave - sprouts, tomato, avocado and olive oil on nutty brown bread - and homemade iced tea and lemonade and fresh banana chocolate swirl cake. But today I didn't go to Le Kiosk because another place caught my eye as I was crossing Ave. B at 3rd St - a tiny little storefront no bigger than a ticket window called Dragon Snack. It wasn't even really a store on its own - more an appendage to the bodega behind it and jutting out awkwardly onto the sidewalk. I wondered what they would serve. I thought maybe dumplings or lo mein. But when I walked up to the window, there was no menu, just a pleasant-looking woman, gray hair tied back in a ponytail, standing in front of a couple of hotplates and a high shelf holding an espresso maker and other kitchen appliances. I asked her what she was serving today. Egg salad or thigh-meat chicken on a bun, and cold drinks - iced tea, coffee or chai. I debated a bit, because I love egg salad, but I went for the chicken, which she prepared fresh as I waited. She pulled a nice pink cutlet out of her tiny fridge and dredged it in bread crumbs, then set it in a teeny frying pan on the hot plate. It's really hot today - feels worse because of the humidity -so I could imagine how close it must've felt for her in the snack shack. But she was so nice. We talked about chicken, and how much we prefer thigh meat to breast, and her egg salad recipe, which she let me taste. It was delicious. She makes it with radish, Bermuda onion, dry mustard and mayo. When the chicken was done she toasted a little hamburger bun in a separate teeny pan, set it on a paper plate, placed the chicken on one side and a smear of mayo on the other with a juicy red tomato slice on top. Put it together. And voila. Best sandwich I've ever had. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 13th, 2005|09:45 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | full of noodles | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | The Unforgiven - Metallica | ] |
My sweet baboo is away for a week, which means one thing: skanky lonely bachelordom. I'm cataloging my bad behavior here, for b.'s amusement, and maybe yours.
( my so-called life )
I'd be good and work on my long overdue Season 4 Spander fic for secondverse, but witling went and made all basement fic redundant with this piece of brilliance: The Romance of Spike 'n' Xander: In Six Words at a Time. |
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| begging for porn |
[Jul. 10th, 2005|10:49 pm] |
If you had to recommend one m/m slash fic, not an obvious classic, but something written in the last 6 months or so, schmoop or angst or PWP, the only qualification being that it is without a doubt the HOTTEST thing you've read in recent memory, what would it be? Any fandom, any pairing. WIPs and RPS okay.
I thank you. |
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| happy birthday, jolielaide!!! |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|12:24 pm] |
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| | yay! | ] |
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| | Jolene - Dolly Parton | ] |
HI BUG HI! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! I hope you have a great day at home, eating two kinds cake, doing kip-ups and forgetting to shower. I got you a little something:
( click for giant package )
Hee hee. That IOU's for realz, dog. Just name it. Pairing of your choice and whatever kinks you fancy. Mirror porn. Incest. Twincest. Kovskycest. Othering. Cobwaffling. Cute dads. Cotton sheets. Miller High Life. Erotic gardening. Spanking. Sporking. Spreading. Spilling. Hair pulling. Chest waxing. Leg shaving. Naked showering. Puppetry. Pork rinds. PDA. Tater tots. Tasers. Tickle fights. Gerbils. Badgers. Dachsunds. Dildos. Dirt. Greasy hair. Smelly armpits. Discount lube. Commercial laundromats. Bar brawls. Dark alleys. Rug burn. Cigarettes. Wild Turkey. Wanking. Wesson oil. Warm hands. Bare feet. Belly-down back-door bonejacking.
Also, I stole these icons* for you:
   
*All created by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) atmosphered
I love you, li'l bug.
::hugs you supra tight:: |
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| sad day |
[Jul. 7th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
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I haven't been online today, but I've been thinking of beautiful London and all my friends in the UK with a heavy heart. You have all my thoughts, wishes, prayers and love. |
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| tigers paw |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|10:04 pm] |
My 6-year-old niece wrote me:
how are you doing at home? at camp i did karate! in karate i did somthing called the tiger claw! do you want to know what the tiger claw is? well if you want to know... what you do with your hand is you shape your hand like a tigers paw.
And someone in Louisville, KY sent me a beautiful poem on a postcard.
HEART.
ETA: Happy birthday, rusty_halo! You are the cutest ever. |
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| happy birthday fitofpique!!! |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|03:02 pm] |
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
I hope you're having the most wonderful day, doodle. Soaking up the sun (after applying a high SPF sunblock) and enjoying a grapefruit beverage on the beach. I love you, truly. But even true love can't entirely overcome my Woody Allen-like neurosis about writing. And so I bring you...
( six billy/dom snippets ) |
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| Not American? No probalo! |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|04:59 pm] |
Ahem. It's come to our attention that certain countries who are not America do not celebrate the 4th of July, and therefore citizens of these sad nation-states will not be able to participate in the Spander 5K, since July 4 falls on a Monday. And so in the interest of serving humanity and spreading our mission of gay vampire road races throughout the world, we are invading your lands allowing non-Yanks to run the 5K on an alternate day of their choice. Please just stop by spander5k and let us know when and where.
God bless. |
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| hee! |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|11:04 am] |
I got up at 7 this morning and ran for 20 minutes as part of my new training regimen for the spander5k. I figure if I do that every other day, I might be able to run 3.1 miles on July 4 without collapsing in the dust.
There are hidden benefits to getting out and running around the streets of your neighborhood early in the morning. For one thing, you might see a tiny Bush flag poking out of a small piece of dog poop. Like so:
Bush poo flag
I'd heard about this prank, which started in Germany and has been driving the cops there crazy, apparently, but this is the first poo flag I've seen or heard of in NYC. Anyone else had a sighting? |
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| spander 5k |
[Jun. 12th, 2005|03:45 pm] |
Hey y'all. Those of you not reading jolielaide's LJ may not know that the second annual Spander 5k is only three weeks away. What does Spander have to do with running, you might ask. Not much. But last year we made race shirts with a s/x manip and a pun about rimming. And that isn't wrong.
Anyone is welcome. Racers are not required to enjoy or be good at running. Take me for example. I run like an old man. When I ran the first annual sp5k last year with flowery_twat and jolielaide, I ate their dust for half a mile then didn't see them for like an hour. But the point wasn't winning, it was finishing. And that felt pretty good. Okay, here's a way Spander is like running a race, if you're me. Running is like writing fanfic. It's slow and painful and makes you want to die, but you're always glad you did it. If you want to participate but don't want to run, you can walk, crawl or hippity-hop. The only requirement is that you finish the 5k in under, say, 24 hours.
Here's the 411, cribbed from jolielaide's journal. And if you're interested, we've set up a community for the race: spander5k. So please: join us. Just Do It. For Spander.
( Spander 5k details ) |
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| TWAT! |
[May. 27th, 2005|02:08 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | flowery, twat | ] |
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| | Come Sail Away - Styx | ] |
Happy birthday, flowery_twat, you gorgeous, gutsy, bleached blonde superstar. You are a shot of adrenaline and a ray of light, a barrel of monkeys and an inspiration. I'm so happy you're up in Boston for your big day, frolicking with Kovsky and Moireach, preparing for the onslaught of Swmbo and Arrie. What a weekend you guys will have.
It was awesome to see you yesterday. The Bellevue is our place forevermore. When I say, "meet you at the place," we meet at the Bellevue. Alternately, when I say "cheese sandwich," we meet at the Bellevue.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 |
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| Crystal was born! |
[May. 26th, 2005|03:13 pm] |
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| | lucky | ] |
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| | Warning - Notorious B.I.G. | ] |
Happy happy happiest birthday to the lovely and talented writteninstars! I feel blessed to know you, kitten. It's like you're covered in sunshine, pink icing and glow bugs. I smile whenever I read your posts and comments. I couldn't love you more.
Speaking of birthday girls, in about T-120 I get to leave the office and meet up with flowery_twat at a seedy bar near the bus station. Jealous?
( spoilers for AI and Lost finales )
In other news, fitofpique has left Canada and entered the United States. I repeat: Pique is in the country. Everybody! To the hatch! |
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| <3 <3 <3 <3 |
[May. 23rd, 2005|10:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  thankful | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Spiralling - Antony & The Johnsons | ] |
Thanks everyone for the happy birthday wishes. I had a fantastic day. I got to ride bikes, run around the park, eat cake and look at dinosaur bones. Like Kovsky said, "the best 6th birthday party ever."
Another wonderful thing happened on my birthday - fitofpique wrote me a story. Not just any story. A Dom/Billy story. A beautiful love story. With rimming.
Go see. |
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| happy birthday to meeeeeeeee |
[May. 20th, 2005|05:28 pm] |
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| | cupcake! | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | You Are My Sister - Antony & The Johnsons | ] |
It's my birthday this weekend, and since I get to do whatever I want, I've decided to cancel our fancy dinner date and do greasy kid stuff instead. So here's the new plan.
( Read more... )
Speaking of birthdays, I've missed several of my friends' birthdays this month, including mpoetess,lovebytez,janedavitt, and treacle_a. Happy birthday to all you May beauties. And happy birthday in advance to the lovely herself_nyc, writteninstars and flowery_twat!!!
ETA: The Manolo's posts about the Eurovision Song Contest are so freaking funny. Don't miss a one! |
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| Xander! God I love Xander... |
[May. 16th, 2005|11:16 pm] |
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| | hello! | ] |
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| | Que Onda Guero - Beck | ] |
...and so I must know: In the last ep of Season 3, what kind of weapons do Xander and his battalion of students whip out of their graduation gowns? Machine guns? Grenade launchers? Bayonets? Swords?
( real life goings on ) |
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| Idol |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|10:12 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | disgusted with America | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | NICKELBACK, DUDE! | ] |
( Read more... ) |
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| YINNY YIN YIN YIN!! |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|02:14 pm] |
Meanwhile, guess who isn't late posting her fic for the Yinathon? FREAKING YIN.
For a master list of Yinathon fics, go here. |
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