Meeeeeeeeeeme. The words etcetera_cat gave me that didn't overlap with the ones I've already done are sign (language) Okay, so I could probably talk for hours about how there are different signing systems and not all are actual languages and that British Sign Language (like ASL, SASL, AusSL etc) has no written form and has an entirely different sentence structure to spoken English, but...

YAY! You guys came through! I have many words. Here are the first two. kanzenhanzai gave me flaaaaaail If there's one word that's going to sum up my fannish experience so far? That's the one. When I love stuff, I LOVE IT OMG, and, while I know that everyone isn't going to share every obsession I have I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. And it can take all sorts of forms, posts...

Median Panic at the Disco: Jon/Spencer 23,350 words explicit Disclaimer: I made the whole thing up. And if you found it by googling your own name or that of someone you know personally? For god's sake, hit the damn back button. That's what it's there for. Notes: Also known as The Accidental Epic (Told in Three Parts). Written for bandombigbang 2009. Sort of. It was originally inspired...

So, hi! *waves* I spent a long time giggling over calmly discussing this fic with soupytwist and airinshaw . I thought I should probably write it down. Feels good! Thanks to my dearest soupytwist (probably on a plane right now) for audiencing and support. DiNozzo/McGee, PG-13 (possibly soft R? *fails*), 5700 words, no spoilers (set late S3ish) A very serious crime has...

Title : Skip to the End Written by : airinshaw and catwalksalone Pairing : John Paul/Craig, John Paul/OC, Craig/OC Rating : PG-13 Length : 11700 words Summary : What happened next. Notes : Many thanks to entropical87 for bearing with us through our giddies and for beta. *smishes her* We wish we could say that this story was born out of a desire to write a specific...

OK! So, John Paul & Craig, ladies. How awesome are they? Pretty damn, that's for sure. And it makes me SO FREAKING HAPPY that you're still falling into our tiny, tiny corner of GLEE and PUPPIES and WIN one by one. *does clappy hands* Von and I thought about it, and we decided that what was needed was a primer post. A one-stop shop to many of your JP & C needs (those you knew you had, and those you...

MY OWN BED! I slept SO GOOD. And yet, I am still soooooo tired. However, TB did skip merrily off to church to greet the newly-risen Jesus (bet HE felt good after 72 hours shut-eye) so I managed to get the rest of my con report done. And here 'tis for your edification and delight. *sputters into hand* (If you thought the random parenthesis were due to sleep-deprivation? Here is where you disabuse yourselves...

There are no more fangirls. I has a sad. To combat this, three things of awesome about today in chronological order. 1. Singing at the top of my lungs with airinshaw on our way back home and doing the Guilty Pleasure dance whilst driving (keep one hand on the wheel at all times, Gabe). ♥ 2. GLOMPING MY BOY. And the resulting snuggling and, um, not-snuggling. 3. So you may remember the...

Con-report! Oh, yes, I went there. Three things you need to know about me, new peoples. First, I am a woman. Second I am wise. No. Wait. Wrong show. First, I rarely make sense. Second, I have a memory like a...something that lacks memory, which makes for failiness in so many ways. Three, there are many things wrong with me, and I'm not just talking comedy illness. That said, welcome. My ramblings...

The problem with recapping something like MJ is that so much of what I love about the weekend – so much of what I love about fangirl interaction in general, really – is that a whole lot of it boils down to "and then we sat in a room [with/without lots of alcohol] and talked a lot." Which often ends up being some of my favorite times I've ever had with people, but doesn't make for fascinating reading...